puppy tried to rip out my hair but it was still cute

Burden of Proof

Word Count: 2357

Request: “ Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is. 

Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness

A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.

Steve Version

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Ow ow ow ow ow!” you groaned through clenched teeth as Natasha dragged you through the halls and over the bodies of the incapacitated Hydra agents.

“Hush! There could still be some stragglers hanging around,” she hissed at you, readjusting her hold in order to pull you along more quickly.

“Well if you hadn’t been there to pull me out of the way, that delightful bullet would have definitely silenced me for good. You have only yourself to blame.”

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Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”


Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

Exo’s reaction to you refusing to wake up in the morning


If there was one thing Minseok knew not to push with you, it was forcing you to wake up before your alarm. Even on a Saturday like today he was stuck trying to subtly wake you up by planting soft kisses over your bare shoulders, squeezing your waist gently until you moodily wiggled away. Smirking mischievously to himself, Minseok scooted closer fingers poised over your stomach before giggling as he tickled you suddenly, straddling you so he could see the way you reluctantly starting laughing below him. He melted as you tried to glare at him before yawning and he leaned down to press his lips to yours, the faintest of touches as his warm eyes smiled down at you.

“well as much as I want to complain… that was a good way to wake up”

“I’ll keep that in mind for future use jagi”

Originally posted by yixingsosweet


Curling sleepily around you, Junmyeon would first take the time to linger in the morning with you before his schedule begins. Smiling softly down at you as he shuffled out of your bed, kneeling to press a kiss to your forehead only to be met with a disgruntled whine from your lips. “Why are you up so damn early… it’s unnatural Junmyeon” you murmur, earning a light laugh from him as he playfully ripped the duvet from you- washing the cold morning air over your body. The next five minutes were spent with you wrestling Junmyeon for the duvet, loud laughter filling the air before he insisted you eat breakfast together. 

“Tell your manager to at least wait until 08:30…like a normal person…”

“Perks of the job jagiya, but you’re so cute sleepy like this”

Originally posted by irpsychotic


After such a long time not waking up with you cuddled up against him, Yixing would immediately smile to himself and trace over your feature slowly to recommit them to memory, pressing his full lips to your cheek. After such a late night *wink wink* you were still fast asleep so Yixing would walk to the kitchen and prepare some hot green tea and some breakfast for you both to share, carrying it in and setting it onto the bedside table. Gently pushing your hair back and shaking your shoulder, you would quickly groan and pull the duvet over your head playfully before blearily peeking up at him and melting at his dimpled grin.

You’re so lucky you’re adorable in the morning Yixing or I’d push you away”

“But Baobei, I’m not cute…especially not last night~” 

*gets hit with pillow*

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Grumpily huffing into your neck as you stole more of the duvet in effort of avoiding his insistent kisses and hugs for sleep, you would feel his pout against your skin. Wiggling stubbornly against you Baekhyun would whine “Jagi~~ It’s already daylight… why are you like this, let me eat” earning him a sigh as you turn over to look at him. Taking in his very cute pout and messy bed head you leant forward and whispered “You can’t make me leave this bed.” A sense of dread rose when you saw those puppy eyes glint mischievously and suddenly you felt yourself lifted, duvet and all, and carried into the living room. Baek flopping down beside you and handing you a controller, smirking.

“Byun Baekhyun. You have started something you’re going to regret.”

“I accepted your challenge, you’re so grumpy in the mornings” 

Originally posted by ethereal-baek


Walking out of the the shower while towel drying his hair, Jongdae would see you still softly snoring away before he giggled at the now closed curtains he had opened before his shower. Spotting your barely concealed smile at his laugh he walked closer and sat beside you, shaking his wet hair over your face, laughing loudly and jumping over the bed when he saw you leap up after him. 10 minutes later had you both in hysterical giggles as you chased him around the kitchen island, Jongdae desperately clutching the towel to himself as you advanced. It ended when his towel did slip and you burst out laughing as Jongdae went red though triumphant he dragged you out of bed successfully.

“I cant breathe Jongdae, the towel… pUT SOEMTHING ON!”

“Look I didn’t plan on having you chase me!! towels are not durable!

Originally posted by 5sosfam-phandom


Chanyeol would smile widely at your slight snores as he slipped out of bed to do some early morning composing. It was easier to think about music and emotions when the world was just a little more quiet and this morning he was filled with such adoration that he woke up beside you he knew he’d create a melody with ease. Picking up his guitar, chords softly filled the air in your cosy room and settled around him. Until Chanyeol ducked as a pillow came flying his way, looking up to see your grumpy pout. “You woke me up at 03:00 coming back from your studio, get your butt back in bed and cuddle me.” He looked at you in shock before breaking into his famous smile, walking over and shuffling his large frame against yours. 

“You know y/n you’re kinda bossy…did you like my song?”

“Of course I am when you wake me this early…and it was beautiful.”

Originally posted by prince-chanyeol


Kyungsoo would be just as reluctant to leave the warm bed as you would be, both of you snuggling together in an attempt to forget that the alarm would be going off in under five minutes. Lazy touches and soft caresses would fill this time as you felt his heart shaped lips follow your hairline softly as he slowly woke beside you. He would look down at you sleepily with soft brown eyes, voice breaking roughly as he said “I swear I am never leaving this bed when I’m on break” making you laugh into his shoulder softy as he pulled you up into sitting position. Pecking you on your forehead and laughing deeply when you try and playfully drag him back as he gets out of the bed, he’d promise himself he’d work hard to get that break for you. 

 “I’m holding you to that promise Do Kyungsoo. I’ll need you to sign your name~”

“you’re so ridiculous this early but I promise”

Originally posted by smileysoo


Needing to get up for an early dance session for the approaching comeback, Jongin would look at you almost in loving envy as you stretch over his side of the bed and bury yourself into the pillow. Smirking to himself as he dragged his soft hair back with a hand while he whistled, he sat beside you to shake you awake, receiving only a sleepy moan. Grinning harder as he heard the pitter patter of paws against the floor he opened the door to let all three of his dogs run and jump excitedly on the bed. You would yelp at the sudden chaos in your bed, looking over to see Jongin wheezing as he hurriedly ran out the room for his session. Cursing after him you quickly snuggle back down with the dogs, sending him a selfie smugly. 



Originally posted by fykai


Sehun would be starting an early morning Vlive for his Exo-Ls and trying to ignore your kicking feet as he spoke louder throughout the broadcast, interrupting your precious sleep. Sehun would be teasing fans about the upcoming teasers for the comeback when one last badly aimed kick knocked his hand to hit the camera reversal button, flashing his crossed legs and thankfully for him nothing else. Sehun’s quick embarrassed laugh would fill your ears and you’d have to stifle your laughter into your pillow when you realised your boyfriend had almost flashed thousands of fans his underwear. He’d quickly end the broadcast and burst into laughter with you, clutching you to his chest.

“i cant *heavy gasp* believe you just did that”

“Hey! you were the one who nudged my hand there!”

Originally posted by sebaeked

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Krasivaya-Chapter 8

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

Bruno Mars-Just the way you are

Exiting the gym, needing to pack and have a good cry before spending way too much time confined with Bucky, you turn a corner and see Steve.

He wastes no time in hauling you off your feet and slinging you over his shoulder. It’s clear he’s mad at you, the tightness of his shoulders and tense set of his jaw giving him away. “What the hell was that, doll?” he grits out.

Shame coats your insides, replaced quickly by anger. “Put me down you child!” Wriggling to escape his grasp is a fruitless endeavor, you know this. The man pulled a helicopter out of the air for heaven sake! There was no way you could escape him, but you were still going to try.

“Stop moving!” he grunts, his hand comes down in arc landing a solid hit your ass.

The stinging makes you gasp. “What the hell, Steven!” you yell, face red from embarrassment. There are Agents lingering in the halls of the compound.You can hear the snickering and suggestive remarks. This little incident was going to be fodder for the gossipmongers within minutes. You were surprised no one was taking video. Fueled by your embarrassment, you start to fight in earnest, pounding and scratching at his back, doing your best impression of a pissed off chinchilla.

He grunts once, wrapping a muscled arm around your flailing legs to stop you from kicking. “If you don stop, doll, I’m gonna put you over my knee and spank you blue,” he grumbles in warning.

You deflate, laying limp over his shoulder as he takes you to your bedroom. You aren’t looking forward to the myriad of rumors you’ll have to face when you get back. Immortal Mutant foiled by Captain America, you think, snorting out loud as Steve kicks open the door to your bedroom.

Striding forward, he deposits you unceremoniously on your bed. “Start talkin’.” He crosses his arms over his chest, slipping effortlessly into Captain America mode.

You groan and roll your eyes, scrambling underneath your blankets, pulling them over your head “Go away!” you yell petulantly.

He sighs and tries to yank the blankets off of you. A tug of war ensues, accompanied by hissing and swearing and pained grunts as you land kicks to Steve’s stomach. Fed up he growls once before ripping the blanket straight down the middle. Dragging you down the bed by your ankles, he yells, “Stop acting like a child! I said start talking!”

Clamping your mouth shut, you peer up at him stubbornly, refusing to give an inch.

“(Y/N) I swear to God almighty if you don’ start talkin’ I’m gonna do somethin you’re gonna regret.”

You cover your face with your hands, sighing. “Don’t make me, Steve.”

He scoffs “Talk. What’s this not good enough bullshit? I want an explanation, now!”

You sneak a look at him through your fingers.

He’s red in the face, barely concealing the anger and hurt inside him.

Well fucking done (Y/N). You can add another name to the list of all the people your miserable existence has affected negatively.

Sitting upright, trying to pull your ankles out of his grasp, your cast your eyes downward. “It’s true,” you sigh, “don’t try and tell me otherwise, Cap. Do we really need to do this now? I just want to take a shower, pack, and maybe cuddle a bit?” You cast puppy eyes at him, making sure to bite your bottom lip in the process. Cap is a sucker for cute, rarely saying no when you turn on the charm.

He falters, a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth before he huffs, “Dammit, (Y/N)!”

You know you’ve won. Grinning broadly, you sit on your haunches, batting your eyelashes for effect. “Can I shower please? You can get a head start on the packing?” your voice is sickly sweet.

He’s nodding before he can stop himself, the Captain America facade slipping entirely, replaced by the Steve you would take a bullet for. “Fine. Shower, but this conversation isn’t over.” He tries his best to be stern, but you can see him fail. The hard Captain America shell hid such a gooey Steve center!

Bounding off the bed, grinning cheekily over your shoulder, you toss him wink. “We both know I won this round, Stevie.” You hurry into the bathroom, locking the door behind you as the indignant protest of Steve reaches your ears.

Twenty minutes later you exit the bathroom. Spying your bags packed, along with a duffle full of miscellaneous weapons sitting on top of the others, you frown. “I don’t use weapons, Steve. I don’t need them.”

He looks slightly sheepish. “I just want ya to be safe, doll. I don like it when you run into battle without a stitch of protection.”

Your frown deepens. “Steve, they weigh me down. I really don’t need them. I can strip the skin off bone in less than five seconds with my mind. What am I gonna do with a gun?” You peer at the topmost offending object and gasp, “Is that..Is that a grenade launcher?” Whirling, you face Steve.

He’s rubbing at the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You can never be too careful, doll.”

You bark out a laugh and launch yourself at him, engulfing him in a bone crushing hug. “What did I do to deserve a friend like you, Stevie?” you mumble into his chest.

He strokes at your hair affectionately. “You exist, darlin’. That’s all it takes,” he states simply.


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anonymous asked:

I know u don't rly do shinee but it's my birthday and it as wondering if you could do headcanons for what the members would be if they weren't idols? With maybe some romance mixed in? Your hcs are just rly good but if you don't want to do them then it's fine!!

hsfdc this is late, but i hope it is still ok!!! 
again, i usually don’t write for shinee but some others actually sent me asks asking for more of these guys and since it is your (quite late) birthday - here you go!!! 

shinee x career!au 


  • emergency room surgeon 
  • is insanely good under pressure and makes quick, good decisions and isn’t afraid of leadership roles. he keeps his whole team well managed and even in life or death situations for his patients - he never gives up on them or jumps to conclusions. if there’s even a one percent chance of surgery saving them, he’s willing to take those odds
  • looks really REALLY good in scrubs and like all the nurses argue over who’s going to work the ER night shift just so they can see doctor onew
  • everyone at the hospital assumes he’s a classic gentleman, and ok sure he might dress like one, but then you go out drinking with him and he’s all dad jokes, messy eating, and totally a goofball 
  • you’re on one of the night shifts at the hospital and it’s pretty dead, just people coming in with the stomach flu and what not so the surgery department is pretty much falling asleep where they stand 
  • and you’re walking by with some snacks that you brought down for them
  • and once you get to Onew you’re like “Doctor, are you hungry?”
  • and Onew gives you this random smile, one that looks way too excited and you’re like ???
  • and Onew shrugs and then goes “How can I be hungry, when I’m Doctor?”
  • and everyone around you groans because god how much more cheesy can you get 
  • but you - you damn near drop all the snacks you’re holding because you laugh so hard you try to use your hand to slap your knee but everything tumbles out of your hands and Onew gives you this shining grin because FINALLY someone has acknowledged his comedian side
  • and he helps you pick up the snacks and he’s like ‘want to hear another good joke?’ and you’re like yes please oh my god
  • and he tells you jokes the whole night because no surgeries come in and you end up in tears at how bad, but funny they all are
  • and when shift changes come along, Onew offers to go buy you breakfast if only so he can tell you more jokes (and you know,,,,,get to know you a little better because hey you think he’s funny and you’re mega cute)  


  • dog show judge 
  • know way too much about dog fashion. like way too much. like no one should have this much knowledge on such an obscure topic
  • is universally feared and respected through the dog show community and anyone who participates is always worried about him because he has the highest standards
  • loves poodles. has a poodle shaped pen that he takes notes with when studying the contestants
  • if Key takes a photo with a dog, that dog becomes internet famous
  • owns 53 different ties all with different breeds of dogs on them
  • you’re a novice when it comes to dog shows, but your friend really wanted to enter her toy poodle in an upcoming event - too bad she got sick the day of and begged you to fill in
  • so you’re standing there in line and being judged by a bunch of well….other people with dogs
  • and your friends dog is dead about to roll over and fall asleep on your shows and you don’t know the first thing about dog show etiquette and you’re just a mess
  • and when you go up you see this handsome man in front of you whose eyes are piercing your soul and you’re like gulping and he’s like
  • “Well, what is your dogs name?” and you almost forget your own name when he speaks to you because wow dear god he’s - stunning but you mumble out the dogs name
  • and Key examines the dog like it’s some invaluable work of art and you see a small smile and you’re like ok ok ok he likes the dog
  • but then the portion where you have to walk the dog around the ring comes and you’re like trying to get the pup to budge but it wont and you can feel all these eyes on you and you’re like c’mon please,,,,,,
  • but then all of a sudden your friends dog bolts and pulls you along with the leash and you lose your footing and almost fall face first to the floor
  • but thankfully someone catches you around the waist, supporting you back to your feet and you look up and Key gives you a chuckle and he’s like
  • “First time?” and you nod your head, looking at him like a lost puppy and he’s like “You’re lucky you and the dog are cute.”
  • and with that he takes a hold of the leash from you, makes a clicking noise and the dog follows his commands perfectly as he walks the ring with it
  • and everyones whispering like oh MY god,,,,Key helped them out,,,, K E Y of all people,,,,
  • and when the show is over, your friends dog manages third place and you’re happy with that but when Key hands you the ribbon he slips in something else before leaving with a sly smile
  • and you look down to see a number on a piece of paper and it says ‘third place for a first timer is ok - but call me, and we’ll make that pup a winner.’
  • is Key asking you out because he thinks you’re adorable or because he thinks your friends dogs is adorable? im sure you’ll find out on your date~


  • movie director 
  • aesthetics, a e s t h e t i c s, A E S T H E T I C S 
  • “how can such a loud voice come from such a tiny body?”
  • gives actors acting advice without ever having acted himself but the advice is actual super good tbh he’s very in demand for movies nowadays
  • loves directing tragedies. he lives for the Drama 
  • will openly criticize bad script writing and will demand changes if he thinks things aren’t working out
  • he basically tries to do 23354 jobs at once, but his passion for good movie making is why any movie he directs ends up being a blockbuster
  • you work on the lighting crew for jonhyun’s latest film and everyone around you is always complaining about him having a ‘stick up his ass’ because he’s a perfectionist 
  • but you always feel uncomfortable talking about him that way because you know how hard he works and how much effort he puts into things and so most of the time you just don’t take part of the conversation
  • until one day one of the interns turns to you during break and is like ‘what’s the directors problem? he keeps badmouthing the male lead - but that actor has like ten years of experience. the director is so damn full of himself’
  • and you want to just keep eating your sandwich but you’re like no Time to Spill the Tea
  • and you’re like “that actor has ten years of experience of bad acting. he debuted with a movie that was a flop and has only starred in flops since. jonghyun is trying to save his ass from another flop so really we all need to shut it and let him do his job because without him - that actor would probably be done for.”
  • and with that you excuse yourself and get up to go get some coffee from the refreshments tent but you walk straight into someones chest and you’re like eep- im sorr-
  • and you look up to see jonghyun and you’re like gfdkhlslfd oh m y god im sorry director-
  • but he just grins and suddenly puts his arm around you and is like “do you mean that? that im that actors saving grace?” and you’re like oH YOU HEARD
  • and jonghyun gives you a toothy grin again and is like “you don’t think i need to get off my high horse?” and you like shake your head like “tbh i dont think you were on a high horse in the first place, that actors just on the floor compared to you.”
  • that makes jonghyun laugh and he ruffles your hair a bit and you blush like,,, what’s he doing,,,,,
  • and jonghyun is like “it’s nice to have someone on your side in the crew - remind me to hire you again for my next movie.”
  • he gives your hair another ruffle and you’re like omgomomog he likes,,,me,,,enough to want to keep working with me omomomg
  • and tbh you can’t help but do a little victory cheer for yourself and jonghyun’s going back to re-read the script but he can’t stop himself from smiling because he’s like “who knew we had such cute people working for us,,,,,” (you. he’s talking about you)


  • sports broadcaster 
  • everyone loves him because he starts off relatively calm and you know he’s making comments about the teams strategy
  • but halfway into the game he’s pulling his tie loose and yelling into the mic and losing his goddamn mind over a game of soccer
  • and whenever korea gets a goal he belts out like half the national anthem and is like KOREA 4 LYFE
  • and he basically gets super hyped and in turn it gets everyone else super hyped and it becomes a party
  • once ripped his pants jumping up onto the announcers desk and almost mooned every1 on tv,,,,,,beautiful 
  • you’re his makeup artist and every time you’re like ‘Minho if you sweat a lot the concealer might come off-’ and he’s like ‘ok i promise i won’t start getting overworked’
  • but LOL that doesn’t last by the next commercial break you have to run over and wipe the sweat of and touch up his whole face
  • and you’re always grumbling like Minho,,,,you are killing me,,,,,
  • and he’s always apologetic giving you the damn puppy eyes and you’re like thAT DOESNT WORK JUST CALM DOWN AND DONT SMUDGE UR MAKEUP
  • but then the next break comes and you’re back over there to touch him up and one day you’re just like “i swear you’re worse than idols who have to sweat when they’re dancing - you’re just here getting worked up over-”
  • but then you feel his arm come up to touch your cheek gently and he’s like “really, i know it’s hard but im really happy you bare with me.”
  • and you look at him, a small bit of sweat still apparent over his brow and his deep set pretty brown eyes and you swallow like
  • oh,,,,,it’s nothing i was just saying that because,,,
  • and Minho’s lips curl up a bit into a smile and he’s like “after this don’t fix my makeup - just get your things so we can go get dinner.”
  • and your heart jumps but you’re like gflkgljfe ok 
  • and the camera man is like we’re back on in 5 seconds and you need to scramble off the set, but then you catch Minho’s eye and he winks and you’re like,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,
  • and you’re like he really is a sweet perso- and then he starts yelling and you can see him touching his face with his hands and you’re like MINHO YOUR MAKEUP GOD  DAMMIT


  • museum tour guide 
  • “what did you study in college Taemin, art history?”
  • “I studied Egyptology with a minor in mortuary science. Do you want me to tell you exactly how it was that they made mummies? I even know the step-by-step intestines extracti-” 
  • weird facts enthusiast 
  • refuses to wear the ‘suggested uniform’ of the museum staff which is light and friendly colors he’s fine wearing his black eyeliner, black jeans, and black large sweater that swallows him whole
  • tells kids about how the god seth murdered osiris and when parents are like isn’t that a bit explicit Taemin is like ‘death is a part of life, they know that - right kids? we all die, isn’t that fun?’
  • how he hasn’t lost his job is a mystery 
  • you’re at the museum looking for something fun to do for a freelance project and you’re like trying to gain inspiration from all the cool ancient gods but nothing’s coming to mind
  • and Taemin notices how you keep scrunching up your nose and writing things down only to cross them out hastily and curmple the paper
  • so he like comes over and is like ‘Need help? (—-:’ and you’re like sighing like ,,,,, no not re-
  • but then you look up at him and you’re like in your head like o wait no ur hot and so you’re like ‘yeah!! do you know anything cool about the Egyptian gods-’
  • Taemin puts up his hands and is like ‘Say no more. I’m the man you’ve waited for your whole life.’
  • and you’re a bit red like,,, oh,,,w-what and Taemin is like my shift ends in 5 minutes wait here
  • and that’s how you end up in a cafe across the street where Taemin unleashes the longest explanation of ancient gods that you ever thought you’d ever hear in your life
  • but somehow it is super entertaining, maybe because Taemin is so passionate or maybe because the topic is actually much cooler than you expected
  • and Taemin somehow finally stops and you’ve got a whole half book of notes and he’s like hope i helped!!! and you’re like you did more honestly how can i ever repay you 
  • and Taemin scratches the back of his neck and he’s like ahhh,,,wanna go see this new documentary coming out on King Tut with me? Unless that’s bori-
  • but you’re like YES let’s do it it’s a date and Taemin is like cracking out into this big smile because usually people don’t want to be around him when he’s geeking out over stuff he likes but you seem so eager and he’s just like before you leave he’s like 
  • “can i kiss your cheek?” and you’re like omg ,,,sure but why did you ask?? and Taemin is like “Goddess Isis would not be pleased if I didn’t ask you first-” and you’re like hehe cute 
I need a place to hide Kol Mikaelson x reader oneshot

Originally posted by ipusheveryoneaway

author: Fandomcollector00

word count: 1886

warnings none

authors note: I know this is a little different from what I write, but honestly I am a part of so many fandoms It is hard to keep up, and the Originals is one of them and Kol… god I love him. So I hope you like it if, not I had to write it anyways I needed some Kol fluff in my life after watching the Originals in one day. Enjoy :)

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Favorite Wolf - Smut

Originally posted by teenwolf

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Scott McCall/Reader
Words: 1,873

Request:  anonymous: can you please do another rough scott smut? your last one was so good but i’m insatiable
AN: Sorry this took so long! Enjoy!

Admittedly, you’d had a little bit too much to drink. But, a party is a party and Lydia Martin threw the best ones. Your boyfriend Scott was off god knows where, probably with Stiles, and you’d been left to your own devices. So, you’d been hanging with Liam and Brett. They’d stuck close to you all night, and you had a feeling it was Scott’s doing.

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Lazy (Jack x Reader)

Character: Sean McLoughlin (Jacksepticeye)

Fandom: Jacksepticeye/Youtubers

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: Lazy

A/N: Ever since I finished watching Jack’s gameplay of The Last Guardian, I’ve been really wanting to write a fluffy imagine of him. Which also explains that the game appears in here because all of it is giving me the feels. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Y/N is feeling extremely lazy, but when her boyfriend Jack calls her from downstairs and asks her to hang out the evening changes. 

“Y/N!” Jack called me from downstairs.

I rolled over in the bed and yawned before answering. I was feeling way too lazy, which I blamed on the almost nap I took. I would have fallen asleep gladly, but I just couldn’t and so I ended up just lying down and feeling the laziest.

He knew I was awake because he checked on me from time to time, and I complained to him that I couldn’t fall asleep.

“What?” I shouted back at him.

“Wanna come down and hang out?” Sean asked me, to which I groaned to myself.

Of course I wanted to hang out with him, it was the best thing to do! But go down? Actually stand up and walk? Ugh.

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I Can’t Go On If You’re Not Here

Originally posted by nochuie

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

You have been in love with Jeongguk since freshmen year of college, but you never had the courage to confront him about your feelings. A new girl pushes you to admit to him finally what you both were waiting for.

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3


Light filtered in through the pale beige linen curtains. It was too early to be waking up. You were sprawled on your bed in a very unladylike fashion with your legs sprawled, but you didn’t really care. Waking up was the hardest part of your day and when you did wake up you would think about your nap when you came home. It was a never ending cycle of sleeping and waking up. You stretched and you felt something that definitely did not feel like a plushy pillow. Opening your eyes you see Hoseok on your bed.

“Hobi, what are you doing on my bed,” Hoseok wasn’t suppose to be sleeping in your bed, it was barely big enough for you. All you got in response for your question was a grunt and he just ended up snuggling into your blankets.

Aish this lazy sack of shit. You had to get ready and get to class, he needed to get out. You tried poking at him with your foot but to no avail. You grabbed the Ryan Plushy Jeongguk got you for your birthday and started to smack Hoseok. Sleeping Hoseok was harder to wake up than a bear in hibernation. He only wakes up when he smells food. Fatty.

You decide to get up from your warm soft bed and go make coffee in the kitchen. You were still wearing the clothing from last night but now in a more crumpled version. The apartment was quiet and empty. You went across the hall to Jeongguk’s room, you wanted to knock but you refrained from the last moment. You didn’t want to know if he came back with her or if he didn’t come back at all.

Jeongguk barely brought girls home because he knew that you hated the noise. He had brought a girl over in the beginning of sophomore year. It was an understatement to say that you were angry. You were furious. After the girl had left and Jeongguk emerged from his room at noon, on the search for subsistence. You knew he always became very hungry after sex, so you being you decided to lock up the refrigerator and the pantry doors. Petty but you couldn’t help yourself. You heard the sounds that Jeongguk had elicited from the girl and the uneasiness of your standing with him continued to shift. The girl had made some pretty loud pleasurable sounds that traveled wretched airways across the hallway separating your rooms. You were ready to break into his room and wrangle her to death.

But instead like a proper college student, you hit him where it hurts, his stomach. You grabbed all your locks that have accumulated from your brief experimentation with riding a bike to school. Jeongguk had come out of his sex hole and was mildly surprised to say the least. He begged on his knees and promise that he would have to buy you dinner for forgiveness. Let’s say after that incident he very sparsely brought girls back to our place. It gave you brief peace before you realized that it would have been better if you knew what he was doing than you constantly guessing where and who he was doing.

Jeongguk’s room was still silent as you pressed your ears to the solid wooden door frame. You wanted to open his door and lay on his bed and envelope in his unique cotton scent. He probably was still at Jennie’s, snuggling with her. You felt your eyes tear up, he had promised that he would come back after their date. But you couldn’t dwell on that, this was just a minor setback to your whole plan. The school year was quickly coming to a close and it was about time after waiting four years. You padded towards the living room, your stomach rumbling with anger.

To your extreme surprised, there was a girl in who was using your stove. A girl who was wearing only a white shirt with her brown hair in a messy bun precariously placed on the top of her head. Her back was still towards you, she was humming. You quirked your head to the side. Who was this girl?

“Um, hello?” You made yourself known to the random girl who had invaded your apartment.

“Oh my. Who are you?” The girl whipped around, her bun bouncing around. She was holding your red frying pan with an egg cooking in it.

“I live here? Who are you?” You were really hungry. You didn’t have time for this girl, whoever she was.

“I’m Jennie. Jeongguk and I just got in a few minutes ago,” The girl introduced herself and went back to cooking. She didn’t seem to grasp the situation. You were sure that steam was rolling down your back and up into the air. “Are you Jeongguk’s little sister? I don’t remember him mentioning that he lived with his sister.”

You raised your eyebrows at her. Jeongguk’s sister? So this was Jennie, the girl that has Jeongguk so enamored. She was really pretty, no doubt with long legs and a delicate face. She was dressed in Jeongguk’s shirt and prancing around your kitchen.

“I’m Jeongguk’s roommate, Y/N. Where is Jeongguk? I have to go talk to him,” You were about to smack Jeonguk five ways to hell. What was he thinking bring Jennie back to your shared place? He knew how much you hated being disturbed in the morning by his friends.

“Oh he’s in the shower. We had a long night, if you know what I mean,” Jennie turned on her heels to look at you and winked. You were taken aback. You didn’t know what to do, either to cry or yell.

You spun around and started to march towards Jeongguk’s room. You were about to rip Jeongguk’s heart out of his chest. Before you could, your bedroom door swung open and Hoseok came bumbling out. His stature dwarfing your door frame. He was still dressed in last night’s clothes with rumpled hair, eyes bleary. But he was missing his shirt, Hoseok didn’t like to sleep with his shirt on. He said it constricted him when he slept. His eyes weren’t even completely open before he registered that you were standing there.

Jeongguk’s door also opened and the man himself stood there. He had just come out of the shower, his body wash still fresh and you couldn’t help but close your eyes for a second and let the fragrant wash over you. He was wiping his wet hair with your blue towel.


Before Hoseok could finish, Jeongguk was on alert. His wet hair forgotten.

“Excuse me, what are you doing here? And why did you just come out of Y/N’s bedroom, shirtless?” He started to grill Hoseok. His eyes darting to yours in a silent accusation. Jeongguk had no right to accuse you of anything. He had brought Jennie back to your place and she was cooking for christ sake.

“Hoseok, get back in my room,” You started to shove him back into your room, trying to minimize the damage. Hoseok didn’t fight with you and landed his fat self back onto your bed. You took a blanket and covered him, he could catch a cold. Jeongguk was still waiting outside the open door with an indescribable look on his face. Hoseok never slept over when Jeongguk was here. He always came when Jeongguk was visiting his parents or brother. You closed the door behind you, obscuring Jeongguk’s view from Hoseok’s sleeping form.

“Y/N, why is Hoseok half naked in your room? Can you explain?” Jeongguk ran his fingers through his wet locks that stuck to his forehead. His face radiated a youthness that you couldn’t describe. He always looked so fresh after washing up. It was your favorite look on him, it gave him an innocence that you adored.

“Tell me why Jennie is cooking in my kitchen first then I’ll answer you about Hobi. Also please explain why you didn’t come home even though you promised you wouldn’t stay out more than two hours,” you leaned against the wall where picture of you and Jeongguk were displayed.

“Okay I can explain I promise. I got sidetracked. Jennie had taken me on an adventure. I finally fulfilled my dream of breaking into a museum and looking at the art uninhibited and with no people around. She took me around the city to show me her favorite places. Y/N I’ve never met a girl with a sense of adventure like her. I think I’m in love,” Jeongguk dropped, shyly looking down.

You couldn’t keep the frown off your face, “Jeongguk, you promised you would come back to me in two hours and you ditched me for a girl because you were having fun? I get that I do but couldn’t you just have shot me a text telling me that you weren’t going to come home? I was so worried, I didn’t know where you were and what you were doing. And Jennie isn’t the only one with a sense of adventure.” The last part slipped out. You couldn’t help yourself. Jealously was clawing at you. Jeongguk was an adrenaline junkie. He loved to do and experience new things. You were always a little on the safer side, you never really like the venture outside of your comfort zone. You would watch him from your little safe bubble and cheer him on.

“I’m sorry, my phone ran out of battery. I was going to call you I swear. And I know you’re fun, but Jennie is a different kind of fun. I promise I’ll make it up to you today. I’ll treat you to your favorite raspberry sorbet today after dinner,” Jeongguk begged with his puppy dog eyes, he reached for your hands and brought it to his chin. You couldn’t resist. He was just too cute. You knew you had to tell him your feelings tonight before he could entrench himself deeper into Jennie. She wasn’t right for him, you were.

Jennie eventually left, still wearing Jeongguk’s shirt. You tried to ask Jeongguk about it and he just chuckled to himself with his little secret. Hoseok had snuck out after hearing your conversation with Jeongguk. He crawled out onto the fire escape and him being the little cheeky bugger he is, sent you wink as he went down the ladder.

It was noon when the apartment settled down. Jeongguk was napping on the sofa after you watched Friends together. It was his favorite show. He had said that his friend, Namjoon loved it and recommended it to him one day and he has been hooked ever since. You began to tidy up the apartment as he was taking his little cat nap, doing the laundry because it was your turn. The feeling of domesticity had really hit you as you started to unfold Jeongguk’s trousers. You were living the relationship but you weren’t in it.

It was four o’clock when Jeongguk had finally come around, “Hey, do you wanna go out for dinner or stay in?”

You were craving Japanese so you guys went out eat, “You have to pay today because you surprised me when Jennie this morning. You know she ate the rest of my bagels and cereal? I expect to be reimbursed for this.”
Jeongguk let out a loud laugh, the laugh where he would tilt his entire head back and laugh with his whole body. Your favorite. As you two strolled down the street to the little quaint sushi restaurant around the corner from your apartment. He slid his hand down and interlaced your fingers. You couldn’t help but blush a little every time he would take your hand. The concentrated bundle of nerves in your stomach started to act up again. It couldn’t be that hard to admit to Jeongguk that you had basically loved him since you’ve known him.

“You and your food. I’ll buy you some later when we get ice cream. Now let’s get food, I’m starving,” Jeongguk quickly dragged you into the dim lit restaurant. The waitress seated you and him in the cubby corner. The restaurant was having a slow night, there were only a few customers littered around.

“It’s been so long since I been here. You’re always so busy,” Jeongguk said as he picked up the menu. He didn’t even bother reading it. He picked at the fraying edges of the cover.

“Hey, I’m not the only one who’s busy. You barely been around the house. Do I have to remind you that is your turn to pay the water bills. I hope you didn’t forget,” You quickly scanned through the specials and motioned the waitress over.

“I’ll get the udon with beef and he’ll get the miso soup, the spicy tuna rolls, and udon with chicken and pork with no soybeans,” you smiled at the waitress and handed her both your menus.

“I never forget. I always pay the bills. I’ve been busy with dance, in which you haven’t shown up in,” Jeongguk leaned back into the deflated leather seat.

“I’ve been meaning to go, I’ll stop by tomorrow. I missed dancing, Hoseok keeps pestering me to go. The new student, Jongsuk also wanted to check it out after I mentioned it to him. We need more recruits.”

“That reminds me about this morning, why was Hoseok in your room this morning? Did he come after or before you found out I wasn’t coming home yesterday. You know he used to like you. What if he pulled a move and I wasn’t there to deflect it. I heard from Jimin that he was planning to ask you out. Jimin never lies,” Jeongguk said with a straight face. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“C’mon Jeongguk. You know that Hoseok doesn’t like me or ever have. He’s one of my oldest friends. Hoseok is also very straightforward. If he ever felt any of those feelings towards me, he would tell me right away. He had come after I knew you weren’t coming home. We just drank and talked. That’s it. He didn’t try anything on me nor will he ever in the future. I mean, look at me? Remember when Hoseok dated that model, I don’t even hold a candle to her,” You shook your head at him. What was Jeongguk thinking?

“Y/N, you should know by now how attractive you are? I don’t know why you don’t haven’t had a boyfriend for such a long time already. You’ll see when I say Hoseok has a thing for you. If he didn’t why would he always stick around you? Why did he try so hard to convince you to join dance? So he could show off his moves to you and make you fall in love with him,” Jeongguk was hilariously stuck on his point. He was sadly misinformed.

“I can promise you, he doesn’t like me. He also knows that I’m interested in someone else. I really like him but he doesn’t know. It’s been so long and I’m so ready to tell him,” You tried to hint to Jeongguk but he was oblivious as always.

The waitress set down two ice waters and you couldn’t help notice that she was staring at Jeongguk. He was dressed in a plain black t shirt with black jeans, piercings lined his ears. He was too hot not to look at. He reached over and puckered his mouth and sucked on the straw. Both of you stared at him, unable to take your eyes off of him. The waitress finally snapped out of her daze and scurried away.

“You always tell me about this guy that you like but you have no guts to admit to him you like him. Just tell him, how long has it been? Once you tell him it’ll be all fine. I don’t know you could hold this all in,” Jeongguk continued to sip from his straw.

You wanted to tell him so bad, but the words couldn’t come out of your mouth. You didn’t know to formulate the words. All you had to say is , “it’s you,” but it didn’t come out.

anonymous asked:

Oh lol completely forgot. So I do have like a request as always take your time 😌. No rush. Bad boy Jungkook who always gets into fights (he kicks ass though 😆) and his cute little boyfriend Park Jimin who always worries for him.

hello lil sunshine!!! keke im so sorry i like…. got carried away i meant for this to be short but i couldn’t bear to leave it at like 600words so congrats on a 2.8k fic (*´꒳`*) idk if i deviated from the plot(?) its not that violent but nonetheless i still hope u like it precious one!! hehe @berry-happy-tokki i hope u enjoy black widow as much as i do;-)
Kill Your Darlings

there’s nothing but silence, besides the occasional creak of jeongguk’s mattress as their weight shifts, the occasional wince, a few sighs here and there.

“jeongguk… i thought i told you to stay safe for me,” jimin chides softly, dabbing a ball of cotton soaked with alcohol on bruised knuckles, thumb brushing against a strikingly unmarred right cheek in contrast to the deep gash on his left, a split lip, a bloody nose. these things always happen, somehow- jeongguk says it’s instinct, he’s a magnet for fights one way or another- and every time jimin scolds him, he promises no more next time; but they both know it’s a lie.

nonetheless, jimin’s always there to patch him back up, as good as new, and he feels guilty the way the raven haired boy fusses over him, lip jutted out in pain too, eyes sloped down in worry.

“he called you a midget, hyung! he- he insulted you and called you such awful things and i just lost it so i-” jeongguk rages, blood boiling, veins on his arm flaring and bulging as well. jimin soothes him to calm down with gentle words, shaking his head, “i don’t care what they say, jeongguk- but i care about you.”

the instant jeongguk’s widened eyes meet jimin’s watery ones, he knows he’s lost, as always, and looks at the parquet floor as he bites on his lower lip, only to hiss in pain forgetting about the cut at the corner of his mouth. “easy there, bun, here- lemme just put some cream-”

“‘m sorry hyung,” jeongguk mumbles, jimin almost done with the bandages and gauges and antiseptic creams. “sorry that you always have to worry about me. i really try to stop fighting so much, ya know? but it just- it just happens and-”

jimin cuts him off by kissing his cheek in reply, “i like you all the same, guk-ah,” but jeongguk shakes his head vehemently. “no- this isn’t right- hyung, i’m really a bad boy.”

and jimin smiles, that bright blinding smile that had jeongguk tripping over his own feet the moment he saw it. “oh really now,” he laughs, “getting multiple bruises or having a jawline that could cut someone’s throat or a double helix piercing doesn’t make you any more a bad boy, jeongguk. you’ll always be my baby boy.”

“no, listen, hyung! i- i cross the road without looking left and right,” jeongguk confesses, and jimin gasps. “jeon jeongguk! stop that at once! you could die, you idiot- don’t you ever do that again i swear you’re looking all sides and crossing the damn road when it’s green and you very well cross-” but jeongguk kisses him to shut up, and interrupts. “sometimes when i’m hungry i break the bro code and i eat first, sometimes i skip classes just to be cool. sometimes i seduce people to maintain that image- jimin hyung, please tell me you like bad boys,”

the way jeongguk says it so earnestly it almost seems like he’s earning bruises, cuts and gashes as badges and medals to make jimin proud, the way his doe eyes widen, slender hands gripping jimin’s smaller ones tenderly. it’s oddly romantic, the way they’ve fallen into such an unconventional way of doing things.

“i don’t like bad boys, jeongguk. i like you,

and that was when they were still schooling. they’ve both graduated, bought themselves a decent apartment to live in, call home.

it’s complicated, jimin was what jeongguk had said the first night he came home all battered, old scar beneath that left cheekbone reopened, knuckles all bloody and a black eye.

“jeon jeongguk! what’s all this about!” jimin shouts in alarm, grabbing the first aid kit and pushing the younger down in his white dress shirt and slacks, black tie loosened and askew to breathe.

it’s only jeongguk’s second week of work, a job that’s restricted and classified, but it pays well and jimin doesn’t probe, with due faith and respect in his partner’s career and life choices. as such, they work and sleep in separate rooms, although sometimes they creep in to the other’s bed, craving warmth and attention and everything the other had to offer. anything and everything.

“i’m sorry, jimin-ah.” is all he utters shamefully, as jimin cleans and patches him up, lips quivering under his crooked pretty front teeth, hands clammy. “jeongguk, you said this job was good,” jimin wails, “and now you come home like this- what am i supposed to think, baby? do your colleagues not like you? or did you do something silly again-”

“no, no! it’s not like that, i just- my job requires slight physical activity as well,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “i can’t say more than that though- but i swear i’m not hiding anything else, jimin- i love you to death and you know i would tell if i could right?”

jeongguk’s looking at him like he were a wounded puppy, and jimin resigns to how trusting he’ll always be, gives in grudgingly. “yeah yeah- i love you too.”

“til death do us part, then.”

jeongguk comes back now and then all damaged, but jimin unyieldingly stays till the end, wraps him up with utmost care, like he’s fragile and delicate. the way jimin holds a sinner like him is literally the epitome of never ending love, and he hopes the kisses he pampers jimin with is enough to show. jeongguk hopes the gifts he brings back as surprises are enough of a compensation for all that worry and concern, hopes all those nights he secretly snuggles into jimin’s blanket burrito is enough a testimony for his unwavering faith.

jimin works at a small company as a secretary, looking all cute with the prescription glasses he wears there sometimes, and jeongguk’s really afraid that one day those people might come for his super cute lover, with that cute pout and poised masculinity; so he never mentions his job to jimin, lest he get implicated.

as much as jimin would like to remain as jeongguk’s cute squishy rice cake of a boyfriend, he’s not that dull either- his senses have heightened over the years, keen sense of movement from all that dance practice and figure skating. he’s even learned (from jeongguk’s guidance and firm insistance that he knows) how to hold a gun and basic martial arts to protect himself.

jeongguk gets carried away sometimes, eager to tell his one true love about his new friends, his colleagues, his little team at work; and so far jimin has gathered that jeongguk works as JK, and his team leader is someone by the name of namjoon hyung who goes by the alias RM- and also there’s this guy whom jeongguk’s really fond of working with, V, real name kim taehyung. they work for this unknown man named JIN, who’s rumoured to be the most handsome, wealthy and powerful man in the whole of south korea. nobody’s seen him before- but his display of prowess is something to be reckoned with.

(jeongguk’s honestly a kid at heart, and even though he delicately tries to alternate names and drop subtleties, jimin’s still as sharp as a tack and catches all the implications anyway.)

jeongguk’s one sole error, after about a year of intricately woven hidden secrets, is when he takes jimin to the arcade, and they play a 1v1 game of shooting- the kinds similar to overwatch. jeongguk hits all the targets deadshot, all-kill, with a wickedly sharp accuracy. and when jimin turns his head he sees his lover’s eyes slitted with concentration, tongue peeking out to lick his lips and poke the inside of his cheek- something he does when he’s dead serious, or after he’s done hand to hand combat and wins. the glint in his eyes isn’t something that’s normal, jimin realises.

(no wonder why jeongguk had vehemently insisted on him knowing the basics of pulling a trigger, asked him to keep some self protection weapons close to him at night.)

jimin realises, it’s the look of a killer.

of course jeongguk’s work is classified- he’s working as a hitman.

their superficial façade over vocation continues, a little tango between the two of them, albeit blindfolded. a danse macabre. a duel to the death. who’s fooling who? is the question they both should be asking.

and then, in the middle of the night, jeongguk’s phone buzzes. repeatedly, and really loudly. jeongguk groans, checking the time on his alarm clock, and boy is it an ungodly hour of the night, 4:03am. thinking it’s just his alarm to remind himself to get the anniversary bouquet and gift for jimin, jeongguk turns off his phone, flipping on his side and pressing into the comfort of his soft pillow, pulling his duvet over his mousy ruffled hair. suddenly he hears a thump, a rustling inside his room-

shit, he’s forgotten to close the damned windows after installing those protective invisible lasers on jimin’s, which he had to climb outside and install while jimin was at work. god damn this- the phone was buzzing to alert him of intruders. by now the alarms in his house have gone off- to a frequency only he can hear so no one else knows. he reaches for the gun under his pillow- but it’s too late. the moment he rips open his blanket, there’s the sharp tip of a blade a millimetre away from his face.

jimin’s phone starts vibrating like crazy, and when he whines to check it, eyes squinting at the bright screen, he realises they’re coming. he’s not the cute secretary jeongguk thinks he is- his glasses? they’re designed to look for specified targets; they have small poisoned darts lodged in its legs.

his boss, that goes by the codename SUGA, has sent him a text- they’re on the way, min. and his boyfriend, HOPE, has shot him a message of time to protect your man, jiminie~ yes, he is a secretary, but he works for an intel company. classified as well, but well guised as a normal tax and insurance company, flooded with files and papers of criminal minds. and right now, he isn’t jeongguk’s beloved park jimin- he’s JM.

he presses the link yoongi (his boss’s real name) has sent after thanking him, and he sees the blinking red of the moving van marching across the gps, towards their house. damn it, he hadn’t thought they’d move so fast- he knows jeongguk has shot down their gang leader yesterday, and he had only stuck on that bug to track their coordinates one hour after the death, knowing they’d be hot on their heels, but this!

immediately, he presses a few buttons on the laptop besides him, looking at jeongguk’s sleeping figure through the night vision cameras he secretly installed in the core of his jarvis and iron man figurines on the shelves. a good masquerade, he had acclaimed, smiling softly as he brushed his fingers across the screen where his baby was sleeping. the motion sensors in his room was going crazy, courtesy of yoongi’s genius in hacking and hoseok’s (his boss’s boyfriend) nimble fingers and honeyed tongue that easily manipulated- those gangsters were only two streets away from their apartment, according to the national security cameras they had tapped on.

sighing, jimin pushed all his hangers in his wardrobe aside, pushing some hidden buttons for his bodysuit to be revealed. he had gone blonde some time after the arcade incident, jeongguk saying he would look extremely hot. he was, actually, in that skin tight suit to outline his killer figure (pun intended). lacing up his boots, jimin put on his rings next, hoisting up the mattress to reveal abundant arms stashed below, taking out a silencer and a pistol, some arrows and a crossbow.

pushing his hair back, he sighed again. anything to keep jeongguk safe.

the first thing that flashed through jeongguk’s mind was jimin. should he wake the elder up? no, jimin would definitely be outnumbered, even if he knew how to fight- there were about nine men in his spacious room that now looked too crammed. if jimin was still sleeping then there might be hope that he would make it. jeongguk would willingly take the bullet for him anyday. it was his created mess, so he would end it. swallowing, he closed his eyes, waited for the blade to deliver the excruciating pain.

but it never came.

instead, he heard the groans of those masked assailants, the sound of six shots and the firing of darts whizzing, another black figure was lithely cascading through the confined space, and jeongguk had no idea who the hell that was, or how that person could still manage to back flip and cartwheel while slicing someone’s head off with the heel of his boots. before he knew it, the man holding the dagger above is face had fallen onto his stomach, along with his entire army.

it felt like seconds where there were nine men coming for him, and now there were nine bodies on his floor piled up and waiting to be disposed.

then the night mode light flipped on, a warm orange light flitting in. “jeongguk!” a voice panted, “you alright, babe?” wait- what? that sounded exactly like-

“oh my god- honey, you never told me you-” jeongguk spluttered, seeing jimin sit on his lap, blonde bangs matted with sweat and sticking to his forehead like he had just danced for hours to perfection. “jimin, honey, darling- you could fight?”

“shut up, guk. i asked if you were okay first,”

“i-i’m good, holy shit jimin, you never told me you were my very own black widow- since when- how didn’t i know-”

“like you ever told me you were a hitman,” jimin huffed, pushing back his hair, smirking coyly. “why, jeongguk? like what you see?”

“jimin this- this is ridiculous- how could someone like you be this hot and cute at the same time- what even is this suit, oh my god-” jeongguk blubbered, tracing the mix of leather and latex lookalike material, actually bulletproof. “i had it custom made, since you were a marvel dork,” jimin laughs, moving in to kiss him. a moan came from the edge of jeongguk’s bed, the sign of one of the ruffians rousing from the taser. “so much for being kind and using a tranquilizer first,” jimin mumbling under his breath sourly, but still cupping jeongguk’s jaw and going in for a languid kiss, cocking the gun in jeongguk’s hand, aiming his non-dominant hand backward and shooting the assailant straight through the heart without even turning to look at his target.

“what the actual fu-”

“shush,” jimin says, pressing a finger to his lips. “you’re safe and that’s all that matters to me.”

“you have blades on your shoes?” jeongguk gapes, as jimin undoes the laces, tugging them off to snuggle next to jeongguk comfortably. and jimin pinkens. “um, well, they function as normal ones but like, do you remember that stupid dance with the fancy footwork you did to make me laugh- was it called begin?- if i do that then the stilletoes become knives. sharp enough to kill.” he breathes into jeongguk’s ear, emphasizing on the last four words as a careless whisper.

“i don’t think i’ve loved you more,” jeongguk whispers back, still in shock but body taut like a livewire. oh wow, he’s been blessed even though he’s a dirty sinner that takes lives and kicks ass for a living. jimin only giggles as jeongguk spoons him, mumbling sweet everythings into the nape of his neck, bodysuit off but boyfriend’s shirt on.

“now that we know each other’s secrets, why don’t we work together? as a team?”

“what do you mean? like we’re what, natasha romanoff and tony stark?”

“kinda, but mainly i mean that i’ll be your scene stealer, and you go for your direct kill.”

“but what if i hurt you-”

“till death do us part, sweetheart.”

Me Too: Gerard Way imagine

Y/N: I decided to combine two requests because they were kind of the same thing. This is also based off a true story I read online about one of Gerard’s old photographers. Also a huge happy 2017! You guys are amazing and deserve a spectacular year!

Anonymous said:
Hai!! Could you write an imagine with “Desolation Row” Gerard, where he is like a super bad boy, but has a soft spot for the reader and it’s really fluffy..??
Anonymous said:
Hey! If you have the time could you write a punk!gerard imagine? Supper fluffy but he’s like super mean to everyone but y/n

Leather jacket, ripped jeans, pale skin, jet black hair, cigarette between his lips, hazel eyes, feet propped up on a chair, smoke tumbling from his mouth, there he was. You watched carefully as a small boy named Frank pushed past you and stood beside him, hands on his hips. “What the fuck do you want?” the boy in the leather jacket snapped. People had talked about him everywhere. He was world famous anyways, lead singer of a rock band, super bad ass, the kind to back talk to a cop or kill a guy. You had heard his name a million times, Gerard Way. You just had never actually met him in person.

“Our manager’s telling us we have to go soon,” Frank snapped.

“Tell him he can suck my dick,” Gerard muttered. “I honestly don’t give a shit.”

“We have to go soon,” Frank persisted. “You can’t just sit there and smoke a cigarette. He’s going to come in here and kick your ass.”

“I’d like to see him try,” Gerard scoffed.

Honestly, you were nervous as hell. You had heard that he fired the last photographer and you weren’t ready to be the next. You cleared your throat, took a deep breath, and mustered up all the confidence within you before speaking. “Mr. Way,” you called his name. He whipped his head around, lowering his feet, groaning, tossing his cigarette to the ground, about ready to unleash all hell on you, but he stopped as soon as his eyes met yours.

All of a sudden, his defiant, angry, belligerent mood fades away and his pout turns into a smile. He drinks in the entirety of your presence and smirks. “Well what do I owe the pleasure?” he raised his eyebrows. He crushes the cigarette butt on the floor with the heel of his boot and sticks out a hand, covered in a fingerless glove, spiked wrists, matching every other punk accessory that adorned him. You shook his hand and gave a grin.

“I’m y/n,” you explained. “The new photographer.”

“Oh thank heavens,” Gerard sighed. “The last one was such a bitch. I have a good feeling you’ll be much nicer.”

“I hope I live up to your expectations,” you winked.

“You’ll be fun to have around,” he nodded. “When did you get here?”

“Just now,” you informed. “Heard you being awfully rude to your manager though.”

“He’s an asshole, he deserves it. Frank too,” he rolled his eyes. “Everyone’s been getting on my nerves lately, pushing my buttons, really pissing me off.”

“So I take it I better keep a safe distance?” you joked.

“Nah, you can get as close as you want, sweetheart,” Gerard gave a sly smile. “I promise you I won’t bite.”

“Gerard! Get your fucking ass out here!” Frank shouted. “I’m not calling you again!”

“Can you shut your damn mouth for one second?” Gerard yelled back. “Geez, I’m sorry. Being stuck on this tour bus really gets to me. I think I might need to get out once in a while, clear my head. I think I could use some company, too. You have any plans tonight?”

“Not at all,” you replied.

“Sweet,” he remarked. “It was lovely meeting you, but I’m afraid there’s a bunch of lunatics calling my name. We have some stupid ass sound check we need to be at.”

“It’s cool,” you reassured. “I’ll talk to you after the show?”

“Definitely,” Gerard nodded. “I’ll be sure to put on a fancy smile just for you, lovely.”

“That’d be perfect,” you decided.

“Can I get a name, perhaps?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Y/n,” you answered. “And you’re Gerard right?”

“The one and only,” he grinned.

“You’ve got one fucking minute until the manager comes in there and whoops your fucking ass!” Frank hollered. “I’d hurry the hell up, Gerard!”

“I’m going to take that as my cue to leave,” Gerard apologized. “I’ll see you around.”

“Good luck,” you chuckled.

Some people had called him weird before, but this wasn’t what you had expected. His snappy responses, constant cussing, loud voice, and hot temper seemed to vanish every time he so much as turned to face you. It was like the entire world was on his blacklist except for you. You rolled your eyes, thinking it must be a matter of time until he decided to unleash hell upon you too. He couldn’t keep up the act much longer. You had seen the way he yelled at Frank and treated his manager. You were only the photographer, which meant he could very well treat you a hundred times worse. The thought of it made you nervous. That’s why you seemed a little off your game when you went to the concert, snapping photos of the band as they jumped on stage, shouting lyrics and playing their instruments loudly, making awkward eye contact with the people in the crowd.

It was after the show and you were on the tour bus, on your laptop, filtering through your photos. You had noticed how many of them had turned out to be blurry, unfocused, or out of frame. That’s when you felt someone sit beside you on the couch and you looked up, realizing it was Gerard. “Those look good,” he pointed to one of them that focused on him screaming into a microphone. “I like them a lot.”

“That’s only because you’re in it,” you smirked, attempting to be playful.

“Yeah, but you’re better than the last one,” he reassured. “Honest.”

“Most of them are kind of shitty,” you insisted. “I’m not going to lie. You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I know they suck.”

“They don’t,” Gerard shook his head. “Hey Mikey! Come over here for a sec!”

“I don’t have a sec,” Mikey muttered from across the bus. “I have to take a shower. I’m yucky and sweaty and gross.”

“Just come over here, will you?” Gerard argued. He turned towards you and chuckled. “He’s my brother.”

“Fine,” Mikey complied, sitting down on the other side of you.

“Look at these photos,” Gerard explained, pointing to one you took of Mikey plucking away at his bass. “Aren’t they amazing?”

“Woah,” his eyes were transfixed on the image. “That’s great, y/n.”

“Told you so,” Gerard gave you a light shove. “You’re doing an amazing job and it’s only your first day.”

“Can I leave now?” Mikey wondered, irritated.

“Yeah, whatever,” Gerard rolled his eyes. “Point made valid, your photos are pretty stellar.”

“They’re average,” you shrugged.

“Enough of that,” Gerard laughed. “I’m going to go take a shower and then let’s go out for drinks or something at a bar.”

“Seriously?” your eyes lit up. “I thought we were confined to the tour bus.”

“Nah,” Gerard reassured. “You’ll be fine. I do it all the time.”

While you waited on Gerard, you tried editing some of the photos, cropping out a couple blurry edges, you couldn’t quite concentrate. His words were still lingering in your mind, the way he complimented your photos, how he seemed to be annoying or rude to everyone else except you, everything about him so confusing. How come he was such a dick to everyone but as soon as he made eye contact with you, all of that faded away and he was the sweetest dude you’ve ever met? When he reemerged from the back of the tour bus, his hair was neatly combed at the sides, eyes twinkling, dressed in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, sly smile. He extended a hand to you and you closed your laptop, excited. “You look great,” you raised your eyebrows. “Makes me feel underdressed.”

“You look fine,” he smiled. “You could outdo me any day.”

“Enough with the silly compliments,” you rolled your eyes. “Let’s go.”

“Whatever you say,” he winked. Goddammit why was he so cute sometimes? That was the other thing. All the time he looked like some crazy aggressive punk ready to beat the shit out of whoever so much as looked him in the eyes, but around you, he was an adorable fluffy kind gentleman asking you if you’d like to accompany him on a night out at a bar. This only perplexed you even more, and you decided to leave it be, linking your arm with his and following him out the tour bus.

“Where are you going?” Ray snapped, watching you two leave.

“We’ll be back soon, asshole,” Gerard reassured.

“Rude,” Ray glared, stomping onto the tour bus and leaving you and Gerard to travel down the sidewalk.

“Hey,” you decided to speak out. “You could be nicer.”

“So what?” he shrugged. “He deserves it.”

“Everyone seems to deserve it!” you threw your hands up in the air, frustrated.

“Not you,” he pointed out.

“Exactly!” you shouted, twice as exhausted with this mystery. “You’re so damn feisty and rude and mean to everyone except for me and I don’t know why!”

“Because…” Gerard’s voice faltered.

“Because?” you raised an eyebrow, yearning to know.

“Never mind,” Gerard sighed. “I’m just an angry person.”

“Yeah, well you could be angry at me too,” you argued.

“Come on,” he just ignored your suggestion and ushered you into a bar, holding open the door and leading you towards a seat. He ordered two tall beers and took a long sip, then stared at you. “Do you really want to know, y/n?”

“Yes,” you insisted. “I’ve been dying to know. And it’s only been one day with you but you confuse me so much and I-” You stopped instantly in the middle of your sentence, realizing that one of your favorite songs was playing. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Gerard inquired, thoroughly confused of what was going on.

“Oh. My. God!” you squealed.

“What is going on?” he repeated.

“It’s my favorite song!” you explained, grabbing his hand and yanking him up off the seat.

“What are we doing?” Gerard laughed.

“Dancing!” you exclaimed, swaying to the beat happily, twirling around. “Come on. Join me!”

“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “I’m not that big on dancing.”

“Gerard,” you begged, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“Okay,” he smirked, placing his hands on your hips and swaying alongside you. “But if Frank or anyone else sees me here, I will kill you.”

“I’m okay with that,” you giggled. “You can kill me any day.”

“I’m just joking,” he rolled his eyes, spinning you around once, then catching you in his arms. “I could never kill anyone as adorable as you.”

“I think you’re a softie,” you insisted, both of you swaying to the music. “All of this, the leather jackets, the cussing, the rock band, all of that, it’s a cover. You’re just scared of being vulnerable. That’s what I think.”

“That’s what you think?” he smiled, amused.

“Yeah,” you admitted.

“Well do you know what I think?” he questioned.

“What?” you inquired with a sly smile.

“I think you might like me,” he guessed.

“Really?” you smirked. “You think that?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, suddenly turning shy. “It was just an assumption.”

“Ah,” you nodded slowly. “So what if, um, what if I did like you? Just for instance?”

“Okay,” he took a moment to think for a second. “Well I think that maybe we could go on a nice date, to a bar or something maybe. Probably after one of my concerts, where I’d buy us a couple rounds of beer, and then your favorite song would come on, and we’d dance, even though I don’t really care for dancing. And maybe, just maybe if I got lucky enough, I could win a kiss at the end of the night. Because you know, I’d probably like you back.”

“Yeah?” a smile crept on your face.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you know, that’s just for instance.”

“Oh,” you quickly responded. “Right…”

“Unless, you know, you really did like me,” he suggested. “And in that case, my assumption would be correct. I don’t know, cause uh, I didn’t get a response.”

“I see,” you sighed. “Are you still curious?”

“I guess you could call me that, yeah,” he admitted.

“I think I like you,” you confessed, not realizing that the song had stopped and the two of you were still swaying in each other’s arms.

“I think I like you too,” Gerard smirked. “So um, you think I could get lucky enough to get a kiss tonight?”

You didn’t even care to answer him, but instead, decided to plant your lips on his, pulling him closer towards you and felt him relax in your arms. “Yeah,” you chuckled, catching your breath when you both pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes. “I think you could get lucky tonight.”

“Well on that note,” he smirked. “I think we’ll have a very long eventful night in store for the two of us.”

“Not too eventful,” you narrowed your eyes, earning a laugh from him. You both looked around, realizing how dumb you must look standing up in the middle of the bar, and decided to return to your seats and finish your beers.

You two wasted away the rest of the night drinking and talking. You told him about your life, your family, your career, how you found out about his band, and all the crazy things you’ve heard about him. He told you about his insane experiences on tour, with the old photographer, being with the boys, becoming famous, singing on stage every night. You talked about what you thought the first time you saw him, and he told you about what he thought of you the first time he saw you. It was definitely interesting to see your two different viewpoints, and it must’ve been several rounds of beers before you both ended up kissing again, and eventually walking down the sidewalk and finding your way back to the tour bus. You didn’t know how it happened, but you found yourself cuddled up with him in his bunker, both of you underneath the sheets, his arms wrapped around you, lips pressed to your neck. “You know what you said earlier?” he mumbled. “About me pretending to be tough and fierce and all that because I was afraid of being vulnerable?”

“Yeah?” you asked.

“You were right,” he admitted. “But I was just scared of getting hurt. I thought maybe if I opened up to someone, loved someone, I might get hurt. I don’t know. It’s probably stupid.”

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s okay. I just don’t get it, because I mean, you don’t have to be like that. You can let down your walls once in a while. You don’t have to treat everyone so rude. Just treat them like you treat me.”

“But they aren’t you,” he frowned. “Nobody’s like you.”

“I know,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m crazy, you don’t have to remind me.”

“No, you’re perfect,” he chuckled, pressing a light kiss to your lips. “That’s why I love you.”

“Love me?” you widened your eyes. “I thought you liked me.”

“Well I might be a little more than like,” he admitted.

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he blushed.

“Me too,” you grinned.

Family reunion

request: Yes

request/plot:  So idk how to send in requests.  You said everything was open I’m hoping fics too. I had this idea stuck in my head for forever. Where Jason and the reader are childhood friends and no one knows about her. Her and Jason got together while jason was still alive. 1 week after jason dies shr finds out she’s pregnant but by then she already tried to kill the joker and had left gotham to train with death stroke. The baby is a boy his name us cora and reader made sure he knew who his father was. 1 year after Jason comes back from the deaf cora is like 6 .they ho back to gotham. And coras favorite vigilante is the red hood. Ending is up to you but I’m hoping it’s a happy one. Totally cool if you don’t want to do it. Also I love your blog - @foodlover133

word count: 2,283

warning(s): cursing and fighting!

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Reading Fics || Minhyuk

Group: Monsta x

Member: Minhyuk

Genre: fluff, a dash of smut (not much)

Word Count: 642 ish

Requested:  Hello~~ Please do a fluff scenario with a light smut with Minhyuk from Monsta X! It can contain teasing! hehe Thank you~

Summary:Minhyuk takes your phone and reads Minhyuk smut and you’re embrassed

A/n:I hope you like this!! i tried hard to make it fluffy!! This took me forever I wrote a prince!minhyuk au, a fuckboy Minhyuk, a jerk Minhyuk but I decided on this one. 

Originally posted by thexiufiles

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Floppy Eared Galra Keith Head Canons

Because I needed them. @palidont got me hooked. And @ralligay jumped on the bandwagon with me.

(Co-written with @ralligay)

-When a Galrans are first born, they have floppy ears like a German Shepard puppy, but after time the straighten and perk up as they grow. 

-Keith on the other hand, had the misfortune to have one ear that did not do this, so he’s stuck with one floppy ear and one ear straight and perked. Making it look cute and ridiculous at the same time. 

-So when Keith’s come in for the first time years later after being a human, he thinks they both have finally perked up. But then one just stands to attention one day and the other continues to stay flopped over. 

-He’s with Pidge, Hunk and Lance at the time and they all just die laughing and Keith is doesn’t understand. 

- “What?

-Lance is wiping away tears ”Oh God, you look so ridiculous but so adorable at the same time.” Keith is so confused before Hunk points at his reflection in the window and Keith just goes beet red because one ear is standing at full attention whilst the other is still flopped and limp on his hair.

-Both his ears however continue to drop when he is sad, and he has the whole puppy dog look down pat. (No matter how much he protests)

-Lance can’t let it go and starts up the nickname Floppy, which Keith completely detests. But it’s stuck now. He’d prefer it to Patches which he got for the skin changing, but Floppy is just mortifying. And Keith has to endure so many months where Lance wouldn’t call him anything else.

-Every morning, this is a burden he must bare. He often tries to get it to stand up, spending a ridiculous amount of time trying to get it to stand up, but he always has to give up and and go to breakfast in defeat. 

-It literally turns into the same type of conversation he had with the red lion the first time, “Right, okay. Come on, ear. You can do it. Stand up and we won’t have to suffer anymore… Come on, ear, stand up.“ silence "FOR THE LOVE OF VOLTRON, STAND UP, WILL YOU???”

-One morning they overheard him, and let’s just say it was a disaster for Keith. 

-“What is he doing?”
“Trying to get his ear to stand up.”
“Aww, poor guy.”
“Does that mean you’re going to stop giving him grief over his ear?”
“What? Hell, no.”

-There was also that really embarrassing morning when he hadn’t said ear and Shiro thought he was talking about something else standing up and he bursts in the room concerned when he sees Keith holding his ears in aggravation (And now mortification) and Shiro realizes Oh, ears, right

-At one point Keith got desperate so he attempted to tape his ear up with invisible tape to keep it up to try to end the teasing, but it only makes it worse when they find out.

-Lance sits next to him at breakfast, ready to make a comment when he sees to perfectly perked ears (albeit he’s noticing one is dangerously close to drooping again). Horrified that the fun might be over he leans over to inspect them, totally invading Keith’s personal space when he sees the tape reflect in the light. Dude-Is there tape on your ear? And then proceeds to die of laughter

-Lance rips the tape off, because how dare he try to cheat? And the ear just flops over again much to Keith’s dismay and Lance’s delight. Keith tries to give him a really pissed glare for breaking his cover, but Lance just can’t take him seriously because one ear is flopped over and that’s hilarious

-At one point Keith asks Pidge for a modified helmet because he’s tired of squishing his ear into his helmet and being uncomfortable. 

-The first modification, they just cut holes into the top. But that was a problem when it needed to be used in space and second Keith was embarrassed because one ear stuck out and he had to pull the other out and it just flopped down on the helmet, leaving the others to giggle for hours about it.

-The second was a helmet with the ears added on top, but Pidge bent the second ear, so now his helmet had a floppy ear, and Keith refuses to wear it. Im not wearing it - Floppy Please! -That’s not MY NAME - But it won’t crush your ear! It can lay happy instead of being forced in another position!

-They make him one with normal ears in the end, but just to Keith’s luck it happens to break within the first week and they get called on a mission and Keith has to wear the floppy eared one

-The other Galran’s think it’s the funniest thing in the universe that the red paladin is not only half-Galran but he has a floppy ear and needs a modified helmet to function without crushing them.

-Aw, this little Galra has a bent ear- IM 18 YEARS OLD

-It’s really distracting for them, and it irritates Keith so much to her it in battle, especially because Lance takes advantage and starts calling him floppy in front of the entire fleet. 

-”Hey Floppy! Over here!”

-”Oh my Zarkon… Floppy. That’s an adorable human custom if I’ve ever heard one.“

-One day Keith slept to hard on his other ear the night before and he’s forced to go the whole day with two floppy ears

-Lance also uses the ear as his advantage when he can’t find Keith. 

-”You know the smaller Galra in red with a floppy ear,"and “About this high, wearing a red paladin suit, has purple patches on his skin, one floppy ear”

-Also, with all the art with Thace imagine him talking to Keith about how long it will take his ears to stand up and Floppy just slips out and Keith is like “WHAT? HOW COULD YOU? I thought you were my father,

-Bonus for the Klance Fans:
-Eventually they find out there is only one thing that gets the ear to stand up. It’s when Lance kisses him. For some reason,Lance will lean in and give him a peck and the ear just pops up like HELLO, and LANCE DIES because It’s like a girls foot popping up when she’s being kissed, Keith it’s so cute

-The first time this happens Keith gets so excited because yes finally it’s perked up but then it droops again and Keith is super frustrated. Lance finds it adorable


Bloody Ocean Waves: Chapter 3

All of the breath in my body left all at once. I could feel my heart rise to my throat. Keith was without a doubt the one holding me at sword-point. I mean I can feel him pressed against my back. And I’d recognize those abs anywhere. I knew this was unavoidable. It was only a matter of time but I didn’t expect it to come so soon. I’m going to die today by Keith’s hands. Or should I say sword? Hell, I don’t know how he’s gonna react. He might throw away his blade and then beat me to death. I mean it’s not likely but anything’s possible I guess. The real question is what I’d prefer. Definitely sword, it’d be faster and less painful. I mean I’d prefer to live but that is becoming less and less likely as the day goes on. I wonder if I don’t die right now how could this day get worse? Somehow I don’t think that could happen but I’ve been surprised before.


Oh shit right, Keith’s talking to me.

“Y-yeah.” My adam’s apple pressed awkwardly against the sharp blade when I spoke. “Yeah, it’s me.”

I felt Keith stiffen behind me. Speaking of which could he possibly back up a little? I really don’t want to feel him basically grinding on me in my final moments. Then again I once heard this phrase that was something along the lines of “The weak don’t get to choose how they die”. I’ve thought about that phrase a lot during my time in space. A weakling like me doesn’t get to die surrounded by my family like I’ve always wanted. Since becoming the Blue Paladin I’ve thought that I’d die on the battlefield. A battlefield millions of light-years away from everyone I’ve ever cared about. Instead, I’m gonna have to die uncomfortably close to Keith’s dick. Who would have guessed?

“Prove it.” He growled.

“You’re a dick.”

The sword pressed against my throat slowly moved away.

“Okay, it’s you.”

Once free I quickly stepped away from him and turned around. Keith had a firm grip on the handle of his sword but kept it lowered. His stance was clearly defensive but not aggressive. His bandaged hand was pressed tightly against his chest. It was clear that he was in pain, I just hope that he didn’t reopen his wounds. I mean I hope that he didn’t erase all of the hard work I put into taking care of him. I don’t care about his well being at all. Nope, not in the slightest he could drop dead for all I care. Anyway, this situation was, by all means, a surprise. Yeah, he knows that it’s me but he also knows that I’m a ghoul so why am I not dead? I avoided looking him in the eye.

“What happened?” To my surprise, he didn’t sound angry. He just sounded confused and… frail. This was wrong. Keith didn’t do frail. Keith’s an awesome pilot that does crazy stuff like fly through asteroid belts on the regular. He’s easily the best fighter out of all of us and Shiro’s right-hand man. Both figuratively and literally seeing as he forms Voltron’s right arm. He has been nothing but confident in both his skills and his decisions since we all became paladins. Seeing him this unsure was worrying. And those new drooping ears sure didn’t help the situation. Honestly, with that heartbroken face and those ears, I’d even go to say he looked cute. Like a cute little puppy dog, you had just kicked. Though to be fair the fact that he’s covered head-to-toe in blood and holding a deadly weapon sure negate that puppy dog effect.

I should probably answer him but… how? What exactly do I tell him? That I was born a monster but I’ve tried my whole life to be human? What does he even want to hear?! Fuck it I’ll just shrug that’ll probably work.

I bit my lip and gave him a half-hearted shrug. Well more like half-shouldered shrug since one of mine is completely unmovable due to excruciating pain. Keith’s grip on his weapon loosened and his lips tightened. He glared at me though it was lacking any actual anger, instead, he looked concerned? It’s kind of hard to tell with his new Galra-like eyes. At least he’s still got his pupils, I’ve only seen completely yellow eyes from other Galra. Pfft, I just came up with a funny pun, he “galred” at me. ‘Cus he’s Galra and he just glared at me. Haha, classic Lance. Right, serious conversation time Keith’s talking again.

“Lance that’s not an answer, what happened?!”

I didn’t want to admit it. Saying the truth out loud would make this all too real. I’ll just keep avoiding the question for as long as I can.
“Alright alright calm down, we rescued Allura and you got injured while fighting Zarkon” I mumbled ‘big surprise’ under my breath “Then both of us were hit by some weird magical beam courtesy of Haggar. And then while we were warping away something went wrong with the wormhole and all of us were separated. After having a pretty rough landing myself I found you looking all Galra-like and patched you up, and now we’re here.”

“You know that’s not what I meant-” He paused while his eyes grew in fear. “What did you say?”

Oh no, please god no this conversation doesn’t need to get any more awkward. Please spare me one moment of peace. He’s got to know right? I mean how do you just not know that about yourself. I mean I would have never guessed but… Keith has to already know he’s Galra right?? Please don’t make me explain to Keith that he’s Galra. How am I this unlucky why is it always me in shitty situations like this? Might as well bite the bullet already, who knows maybe the universe will give me a break today and not force me to explain to my teammate that he’s a monster. Keith is strong, stronger than I could ever be, but anyone would break down when they realize that they’re part of the species that we’re supposed to be fighting.
“That I found you looking all Galra-like?”

“Y-You’re joking right?” It sounded like even he didn’t believe what he was saying. Guess that confirms that theory. Keith didn’t know he was Galra and now I’m the bringer of existentially bad news. Man, this whole situation just sucks.

Then Keith caught sight of his hand. He dropped his weapon in shock and brought his hands to his face. His furry, purple, and clawed hands. The hands of a monster. He dropped to his knees and just kept staring at his hands blankly. His face was devoid of emotion. He just kept inspecting his hands. Like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His pupils were shrunk to inhuman sizes and his breathing panicked. Despite his fragile state he still refused to cry. Even in his toughest moments, he stayed stoic. I think he’s having a panic attack. How do I help him? I’ve helped Poco out of her panic attacks but Keith and she are completely different people. And I’m not that close with Keith I don’t know how to help him. I wish Shiro was here. Shiro was Keith’s adopted brother if I’m remembering what they told me correctly. Shiro would know just what to do. But I’ve got to try anyway.

“Hey, Keith budd-” I was cut off by him suddenly and violently scratching his hands apart. As if he could tear the fur right off of him. His new claws were doing serious damage to his already messed up hands. Purple blood started flowing from the new and deep wounds he had created. The sight of his blood only seemed to worsen his mood. He started scratching with even more force behind the movements. I had to stop him.

“HEY HEY WHOA!!” I screamed while I took him by the hand. He tensed up at the action as if I was hurting him. I loosened my grip in fear that I squeezed his already messed up hand too tightly. Ghouls are scarily strong, strong enough to accidentally break bones when all I want to do is a help. The moment my grip loosened he broke away from my hold and went to grab at his hair. But his hand brushed past his new ears. His lips tightened. He started clawing at his ears leaving deep gashes in the vulnerable flesh. I grabbed his hands without care for how strong my grip was. I held his broken hand in mine and the other with my kagune. I pinned his hands to the ground.

“Keith! KEITH!”

Now that he wasn’t ripping apart his ears I could see the damage. Both his ears and his hands were torn open showing just how sharp his new claws were. A large chunk of flesh was missing from his right ear. I could probably find it if I looked down. Keith was struggling under my grip but I kept him restrained. I was trying my hardest to not use too much force but with every second of struggling it seemed like it was my only option. After all, Ghouls are strong, but Galra can easily keep up with them when it comes to strength. I tightened my grip and called out to him again.

“Keith you gotta calm down!”

He wasn’t listening to me and I wouldn’t be able to hold him forever. I did the only thing I could think of. I smashed our foreheads together violently. He stopped struggling.

“Keith look at me.” I said seriously while making no room for protest. My temple was in a lot of pain, I ignored it.

He looked up and our eyes met. One pair a sharp and ugly red against pitch black. The other a deep indigo highlighted by an acidic yellow. Neither were human yet both would give anything to be.

“Repeat after me, alright?” I said before his attention could switch away from me. He slowly nodded while biting his lip. Poco always calmed down when I used this technique. Hopefully, Keith will react well to it as well.

“My name is Keith Kogane.”

“My name is Keith Kogane.” He repeated.

“I’m the pilot of the Red Lion.”

“I’m the pilot of the Red Lion.”

“A member of Voltron, defenders of the universe.”

“A member of Voltron, defenders of the universe.”

“I have a stupid mullet.”

“I have a stup- LANCE!” Damn, he almost fell for it.

“And I’m not a monster.” He hesitated to repeat after me. “Keith please.”

“And I’m not a monster.” He said at long last but it sounded dishonest. He wasn’t fighting me anymore. Instead, he was just sitting there looking lost and confused. It was pitiful to see such an incredible person at his weakest. If there’s a God out there he sure is a bastard, forcing such wonderful people to hurt themselves like this. Forcing them to be something that they never wanted to be. It’s funny that it took me this long to see his but Keith reminds me a lot of Poco. Both are undeserving of their situations. I wasn’t able to help Poco but I refuse to let Keith go down the same path. I would do anything to save him from himself.

“Could you let go of me?” He said in a tired tone.

“Only if you promise not to hurt yourself again.” He nodded softly. I reluctantly let go of him. He didn’t hurt himself but he didn’t move either. He just kept looking down at the floor. I extended my kagune to grab the med-kit lying on the other side of the cockpit. I slid it over to where we were sitting. I took a piece of cloth and soaked it in disinfectant. I softly took one of Keith’s hands and starting patching him up again. He didn’t protest.

Damn these are some serious scratches. Both of his hands were borderline mangled and drenched in purple blood. I pressed the cloth against his hand, he flinched but kept silent. I wonder if I should have cleaned the blood off first. Man, I really wish Poco taught me more about medical stuff. Once I figured that his wounds were clean I took another cloth and started wiping the blood off. Would be better if I had some water. Wait, I’m pretty sure Coran said that Altean bandages were waterproof during his med-kit explanation. That means I could clean myself off in the river without having to re-bandage anything. I would love to clean up after Keith’s better. Like seriously I’m sure being coated in blood isn’t good for my complexion. Once his hand was deemed clean enough I started wrapping it up.

I took his other hand and winced once I saw how bad it was. This was the hand that already broken, to begin with, so that was a good start. Keith really didn’t go easy on himself. For the most part, it looked like his other hand, deep gashes but nothing too serious. But there was one gash that was deep enough to reveal bone. I started patching this one up a lot quicker than I did the other hand. I pressed the disinfectant cloth into the wound and Keith jerked back in pain. I saw him bite down on his tongue to prevent a scream. I kept the cloth on regardless. I took another cloth from the med-kit and started cleaning up his hand.

“Haggar did this to us didn’t she.” I paused in my cleaning and looked up at him. I really wasn’t expecting Keith to speak up first.

“Yeah, she did.” I answered before continuing my rather poor patch-up job.

“We can’t return to the others like this.” I hummed an agreement.

“There’s got to be a way for us to fix this.” He continued.

“Maybe another druid could help?” I suggested.

“Maybe.” He mumbled while inspecting his bandaged hand with a weary expression. Guess he doesn’t trust in my ability to patch him up. Though to be fair I don’t either. I don’t have a clue to what I’m doing.

“Allura never mentioned that druid magic could do something as radical as a species change.” He said mostly to himself. Wait, what?

“Could you repeat that?” I paused in the cleaning of his wounds. There was no way what I think is happening is happening. The universe would never be so kind to me.

“I said that I didn’t know druid magic could change someone into something else?” He answered with a confused expression. Probably wondering why I would ask him to repeat that.

Oh my god, I can’t believe that something this good is happening to me. All of my good karma is coming together to create this one great act. Keith doesn’t realize that neither of us are human, he thinks this is completely due to druid magic. I have a chance to keep my secret. He doesn’t think I’m a monster. He still thinks I’m human. I can’t let him realize the truth I can’t let him know that I’m a disgusting freak. But this should be easy. I mean I’m already used to lying on a daily basis to the people I care about. All I have to do now is find a druid that can fix this while keeping the fact that neither of us are human a secret. Holy shit I could break into tears right now, it’s been a long day but things are finally looking up for me. Just have to keep the act up.

“Oh yeah! I mean I was super confused when I woke up like this.” I lied easily as I starting bandaging his hands up. He nodded his agreement but the action was cut short when he suddenly reached out and grabbed my shoulder. Honestly, I was surprised how gently he held me. He looked terrified and… concerned?

“Lance what happened to your arm!?”

“Hm? Oh, I had a bit of a rough landing, I’ll manage.” I waved his concern off.

“I’ll manage!? Lance, you lost an arm!”

I shifted out of his grip and returning to bandaging his hand up. If I act casual he won’t think it’s a big deal.

“It’ll grow back.” I said with a shrug.

That seemed to calm him down a bit though he still looked concerned for me. Though his concern was quickly replaced by discomfort.

“Oh, right.” He said awkwardly. He fidgeted slightly in his seat and avoided looking me in the eyes. Guess he doesn’t like being reminded of my “ghoulness”. Can’t really blame the guy, no one should be completely comfortable with a man-eating monster. Just goes to show how I need to do everything I can to keep the truth from him. Better switch the topic before things get even more uncomfortable. I’ll just start bickering with him like we always do, that’ll get rid of this serious mood.

“Took you awhile to notice, though.” I said slyly. “Guess you’re slower than I first thought.”

“I had other things to worry about.” He growled while his cheeks flushed a strange lilac color. Huh, I guess Galra do blush purple.

“Oh? So you’re admitting that you care more about yourself than me?” I said, though my words were lacking any real anger. Keith seemed to pick up on the fact that I was just playing.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He grumbled just as I finished bandaging his hand.

Now how do I treat his ears? Guess I’ll just wing it. I reached up and cupped his chin. He leaned into my touch, guess that means he’s letting me work on his ears. I moved his face to the side so I could get a better view of his wounds. His left ear had a few cuts on it but his right ear was missing a whole chunk of flesh. I gently dabbed the disinfectant on his cuts. He tensed at the action but stayed still enough for me to properly work on him.

“Man, you really owe me for this.”

“I feel like you should owe me.” He eyed his bandages with a raised eyebrow and a grimace.

“Excuse me! You don’t get to complain to the person who just saved your life.” I stopped cleaning his wounds so I could put my hand on my chest in an over-dramatic offense. He let out a huff of air in a mix of amusement and annoyance.

“You don’t have to do this you know. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“Oh please like you could do this any better.”

“It’d be a challenge not to.”

“A challenge huh?” I eyed him with a raised eyebrow and a sly smirk. I planted the still wet cloth in his hand and he winced at the sudden pressure on his injured hands. But he didn’t let that wince show for long. In fact, a normal person wouldn’t have even spotted it. But I’d like to consider myself a pretty observant person. And I know that Keith can never back down from a challenge, no matter how pointless it was. Though to be fair I’m just as bad. Actually, I’m even worse considering I’m the one starting these challenges most of the time. But it’s not like I’d admit that to Keith, I’d never admit a lot of things to Keith.

“Prove it.” I said with a cat-like smile as I sat back criss-cross apple sauce and planted my chin on my hand, elbow resting on my thigh. I could feel my kagune wave lazily behind me. Keith rolled his eyes at my tendency to make everything into a competition. Whatever, he can roll his eyes all he wants but he’s still the one that agrees to my challenges. At least this will give me a chance to relax while Keith does all the work. Besides, Keith would be much better at this than me. Not that I’d ever admit that out loud. He’s just so naturally gifted at everything, well everything besides talking, but of course, he would be just as talented in medicine. Though that’s not too much of a compliment considering I’ve been doing all of this with only one hand.

Keith set to work immediately leaving no room for messing around. He took some of the patches used for smaller wounds and set to covering all of his cuts. I would have figured the regular bandages would have been better but now that I’m thinking about it I’m not exactly sure how you would wrap his ears without covering his eyes as well. I eyed his wounds wearily. Most of them would probably scar. I figured they’d look kind of like tiger stripes once fully healed. The lines thinning and thickening in an intricate pattern that covered most of his ears. I wonder if it’s possible for Ghoul’s to get scars. I’d love to have a cool scar like Keith will. Girls love badass looking scars. Something noticeable like on my face but not big or messy enough to be considered ugly. Something like a cut on my eyebrow. Keith is gonna get so much attention from those sweet looking scars. Though, I guess his ears would look a whole lot less cool once Human again.

Once his ears were properly bandaged he started ripping off all of his other bandages and re-wrapping his wounds. My expression soured but I kept quiet. Those bandages were just barely clinging to his form before. As much as I’d hate to admit it he really does need proper care. And even with damaged hands, he could deliver that much better than I ever could. Man, why is Keith so badass? He’s super injured and just had a panic attack but he isn’t letting him phase him at all. He’s even dressing his own wounds while I just sit back and watch. What did he do to become so great at everything? Why is he so much better than me in every way? I mean he’s a better pilot and a better fighter, plus he’s Shiro’s favorite. When all of us were still on Earth Shiro was my hero and I always dreamed of getting his attention. And now that we’re all soldiers against our will I still lack his recognition. I mean I’m always trying my hardest but that’s always going to be nothing compared to Keith.

“Lance?” Oh looks like he finished redressing his wounds. And now he’s looking at me all concerned like. Damn, my expression must have given away my depressing thoughts. I can’t let this get to me, not in front of Keith. He doesn’t need another reason to see me as weak. I just have to stay strong until both of us are human-looking again.

“What’s up?” I hastily put on my signature smile and met his gaze. The moment our eyes connected he looked away from my face. My eyes must really freak him out and I can’t really blame the guy. I mean he must have been raised on scary stories about ghouls just like all other humans. Back on Earth ghouls lived hidden not out of personal choice but due to fear of death. All known ghouls were hunted and killed like wild animals. Even the “peaceful” ghouls that didn’t kill, like my family and I. It’s almost funny how humans were raised to fear ghouls yet ghouls were raised to fear humans even more.

“Never mind.” He muttered awkwardly. Keith has never been good at emotions. He dealt with swords and ships not talking and emoting. I guess a sincere looking smile is enough to ward off suspicion for now. Better change the subject before he could push me further.

“Hey, you’re one of those weirdos that prepare for the apocalypse right?”

“The term is survivalists but yes I am.” He looked sour at my comment about his weirdness. And I stand by my statement about him and his weird hobbies. Like seriously who spends their free time on stuff like cryptid hunting, conspiracy theories, and survival scenarios? He could be doing much more useful things in his spare time like actually taking care of that thing attached to his head he calls a mullet. I don’t think his hair has ever actually seen a shampoo bottle in his entire life. I mean that’s what I do in my free time, skin and hair care is no joke.

“So have you decked Red out with anything useful? Specifically a change of clothes and some towels?”

“Yes?” He said, clearly confused to why I was asking for such things.

“Because we, my now furry friend, are going for a dip.”

“A what?”

“We’re gonna go wash off.”

“Oh, yeah that’d be nice.” He said with as grimace as he looked down at his bloody and torn undersuit.

“So lead the way?” I got up to my feet and offered my hand to Keith. He took it and I pulled him to his feet. I looked down at him with a small smirk. Keith might be better to me than everything, receives Shiro’s affection, and isn’t a bloodthirsty monster but at the very least I’m a good deal taller than him. Keith took off to the other side of the cockpit and crouched down to a large metal box that had been attached to the floor. Looks like he had Red’s cockpit modified just like I modified Blue’s. Nothing big but just a few additions that we felt were necessary. Pidge and Hunk probably helped him just like they helped me since those two were in charge of mechanical stuff.

The box was locked and Keith took the padlock in his hand. A holographic screen with a keyboard filled with Altean symbols projected from the lock. So it’s an Altean padlock then, I haven’t seen one before. The Altean language is complete nonsense to me in both spoken and written form. But I guess that’s to be expected from an alien language. Keith started typing in an over complicated password that really should have ended at the fifteenth symbol. But no instead it kept going until I had lost count of how many symbols long it was. How does Keith even remember this code? Why did he make it so long? Oh wait I know the answer to that question and it’s because he’s a paranoid weirdo.

Finally, the lock clicked open and the holographic screen dissipated. Keith opened the lid of the box and inside was everything you’d expect and so much more. To the left were a collection of knives bundled together by a piece of red cloth, four folded up ponchos which of course were all red, several boxes of matches, a catalytic heater and some bottled gas fuel, and finally a folded up red sleeping bag. To the right were four Altean first aid kits like the ones we had in our lions, three canteens all full of water, a water filter, a mass of canned foods which ranged from “Canned Corn” to “Canned Narsfluf Meat”, a large net, some kind of super advanced space radio, six red flares, a notepad and a box of pencils, and a compass. And underneath all of that were a collection of sharp weapons which included a Swiss Army Knife, a hatchet, a machete, and a pair of bladed brass knuckles?? What would you ever need bladed brass knuckles for?! Holy shit man, what else is in here? That half broken pencil I lost in third grade!? My little sister’s misplaced teddy bear!? My long gone self-esteem!?

“My god Keith how did you even fit everything in here!?”

“Practice.” He said with a stone cold expression while looking me dead in the eye.

“Wha- you know what never mind, just get me a set of clothes and a towel.” I don’t think I’ve ever felt this defeated before.

“Alright.” He said before unpacking some of his supplies to reveal a second layer of bullshit hidden underneath the first layer. In this new layer I could see six sets of Keith’s usual outfit, a load of folded up towels and blankets, a portable stove, a bow saw, a set of armor, several red glow sticks, a few candles, a bunch of trash bags, and a parachute. Why would he even need a parachute? What is wrong with this box. I, a man-eating monster, and Keith, a furry purple alien cat-human hybrid, pilot giant mechanical lions and were hit by a magic lightning bolt cast by a space druid. And yet somehow a single metal box manages to be the strangest thing to ever happen to me. I’m pretty sure it is physically impossible to fit all of this shit into a single room and yet somehow he fit it all in a box.

“Why do you even need all of this…”

“It’s good to be prepared.” He said with a shrug and an innocent look on his face as if he didn’t break the laws of reality to pack this box.

“Look, man, there’s being prepared and then there’s whatever the hell this is!”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Keith! Look at everything in here! What is RIGHT about is!?”


“No I’m being serious here I’m sure some law of nature was broken today!”

“Lance stop.”

“If I had taken every object in my house and stuffed it all into a box, which I should mention isn’t POSSIBLE, it still wouldn’t be anywhere close to how much shit you’ve got here!!”

“Lance you’re being over dramatic.”

“I am not being over dramatic.” I said dramatically with a hand on my chest “What do you even plan to do with bladed brass knuckles and a parachute!? I could maybe understand the rest of it but what would you ever use a pair of bladed brass knuckles and a parachute for!?”

“I just wanted to be prepared.”

“FOR WHAT!?!?”


I wasn’t going to win this. I let out a deep and tired sigh as I rubbed my template. How did he even get all this stuff? Did he ask Allura or Coran for some Altean versions of regular Earth survival gear? Did he bring all of this from Earth!? No, I would have noticed I was the one that flew everyone off of Earth. There was no way he could have hidden this box while we were flying to Arus. I don’t even understand what half of this stuff would be used for. Keith is weird.

“Whatever, let’s just clean up already.”

Late Night Snack (Noctis x Reader)


Noctis x Reader

Word Count: 1,215

Yay! Noctis cake time! We now know why Ignis is always the one in charge of the cooking.

This one was so cute. It possibly might be my favorite so far? Stay tuned for Prompto’s Cake related fluff. I hope you enjoy. 

“Y/N…” a light whisper entered your realm of sleep. “Y/N,” the voice got louder. You felt yourself begin to stir in your bed. Something… rather someone… was poking at your cheek.

You were awake but you refused to open your eyes.
“Wake up,” the voice entered your ears again. This time you were able to identify it. Noctis.

Noooo,” you groaned in protest, flipping over to your side to turn your back to your needy boyfriend. “I thought you liked sleep.” He grabbed you by the waist and dragged you closer. You stifled you urge to giggle as he brushed his lip against your cheek. “I’m hungry,” he explained before pressing his lips to you neck.

“I didn’t know your love of food trumped your love of sleep,” you spun around to face him. He looked so sleepy. You smiled lightly before gently brushing your fingers across his forehead to sweep his unruly hair away from hiding his enchanting blue eyes.

“Can you make me a cake?” He asked, turning on his big almost irresistible puppy dog eyes.

“A cake?” You retorted rather shocked by that specific request. “Noct, it’s—“ You sat up to check the clock that rested on Noctis’s nightstand. “It’s 5 in the morning. On a weekend too. We’ll have all day to make a cake.”

“I know, I’m just so hungry,” he grumbled, rolling onto his back.

You sighed, swinging yours legs over your side of the bed. “Fine. But you have to help me.”

“Fair enough,”  you heard the smile in his voice as he scrambled to his feet. You pushed yourself off the bed and let your bare feet hit the cold wood of his bedroom floor. You ran a lazy hand through your hair before you stretched your arms upward, trying to wake up a little faster as your eyelids still felt heavy. Surprisingly, Noctis was already out of the room. He’s extremely motivated by food. Duly noted. No wonder Ignis is so good at cooking.

You pushed yourself forward out of Noctis’s room and into the rest of his apartment. It was actually neat and tidy for once, thanks to Ignis’s previous early morning visit that took place the day before. You turned into the kitchen to find Noctis scavenging the pantry. He held numerous amounts of ingredients, a box of cake mix included.

French Vanilla, the box read. Not a bad choice.

“Gee, Noct did you plan this?” You laughed, watching him cautiously transfer the ingredients from his arms onto the kitchen counter beside the oven.

“Didn’t plan it for the middle of night. But hey, when the time is right, the time is right,”  he shrugged preheating the oven to the appropriate settings.

You approached the counter and picked up the box. Searching the instructions you noticed that Noctis already had all the ingredients set up. He really does want cake. You smiled to yourself and got to work. You ripped open the cake mix and poured it into the metal mixing bowl you pulled out from one of the kitchen cabinets. “Let’s see here,” you studied the instructions again. “Two cups of water, three eggs…. flour,” you muttered to yourself. “Noct? Can you pass me the flour?” You requested, turning your head to locate the Prince in the hardly lit kitchen.

The Prince had already spilled a good amount of flour onto the floor before passing you the bag. He had some of the flour he spilled over his gray night shirt. “Wow, we’ve hardly even started and we’re making a mess,” you chuckled.
“We? You mean me,” Noctis corrected.
“No,” you shook your head and stuck your hand inside the sack of flour. You grasped a hand full of the white powder and flicked it onto your own shirt. “We,” you assured him, pressing a quick peck to his lips.

He laughed at the gesture and you continued to busy yourself with the mixing bowl. You tossed the appropriate amount of flower in. Noctis poured water into a measuring cup and transferred into the bowl. Each of you cracked two eggs over the bowl and allowed the yolk escape the shell. Adding to the mess, you put the empty shell onto kitchen counter that had accumulated crumbs of flour and splatters of water as you both lazily created the mixture for your cake.

“Do you have a mixer?” You asked.

“Uh, I don’t know. What’s wrong with a regular spoon?”

“I don’t want to be stirring until the sun comes up,” you sniggered.

“I’m sure Ignis stored one somewhere…” Noctis began to open each and every cabinet door. He pulled out several different kitchen utensils. More bowls, Tupperware containers, and pans all were removed from the rightful place as Noctis searched for the mixer. After minutes of searching, he was successful. He plugged in the mixer and placed it into the bowl. “I got it,” he assured you. With a swift flick of his thumb he turned the mixer to the fastest setting. Unprepared for the sudden recoil Noctis allowed the mixer slip from his hand.

The mixer spun the contents of the bowl around, splattering the cake batter on the kitchen counter and onto the kitchen’s walls.
You yelped as the mess continued to spread, spraying cake mix all over the room; and onto you and Noctis. Noctis tried to get the mixer back into his grasp but you pulled the plug before he could. The mixer’s engine and reign of terror ended suddenly, halting the mess from continuing to spread.

You both exchanged looks of shock. The surprised expressions quickly faded into smiles and sounds of hysterical laughter. You started to laugh so hard that you began to snort causing Noctis to laugh even harder.

“Well, now we have more of a mess to pick up,” you exhaled, finally able to catch your breath after your laughing fit.
“And there’s hardly any cake mix left,” Noctis announced disappointedly peering into the bowl.
“I guess we will be baking this cake later after all. We gotta get this mess cleaned up though,” you dropped your shoulders and yawned. Your tiredness began to creep back up upon you.

“The mess can wait,” Noctis stated plainly. “I’m tired. So are you.”
You playful rolled your eyes at his change of heart. “So now you wanna sleep, Prince Charming? I don’t want to ruin your bed sheets with all this flour on our clothes. Ignis will kill you.”

“We can ruin the couch instead,” he grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers with his. He pulled you forward, ushering you to the couch that was placed in his living room. He released your hand and slid his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.  The prince threw himself onto the couch, opening his arms to you gesturing for you to join him.

You smiled down at the prince and sleepily crawled into his embrace, being sure to not get any flour on the fabric of the couch. You nuzzled your head underneath Noctis’s chin as his heart beat lulled you back into a sound sleep.

It wasn’t until 7 AM that you awoken to the sounds of Ignis opening Noctis’s apartment door and gasping at the extreme mess in the kitchen.

Auston Matthews ~ For the first time

Starting to work my way through all of the requests I have! Hope you like this one! It’s basically just a whole lot of fluff!

Requested: Yes

“Can you do an Auston Matthews one where he is being clingy/super cuddly?”

Warnings: None

For @a-kate3 Hope you like it!

Y/Ni is Nickname

Originally posted by matthews-nylander-marner

You couldn’t wait for Auston to return home from his current road trip. The leafs had been playing a stretch of games across California and it had been nearly 2 weeks since you had seen your boyfriend. This was the longest you two had been apart so far in your relationship and it had been harder than you expected it to be.

You and Auston had been together for just over 2 months now. A quick glance across a crowded bar in Toronto and you had captured the eyes of a tall, brown haired boy.

“I noticed you looking over at me and I thought I’d come introduce myself. Hi, I’m Auston.”

“Y/N.” you replied with a smile.

Inside you were freaking out as now that the boy was standing right in front of you, you had realised exactly who he was.

“I’m a big fan.” You added, then quickly regretted, hoping it didn’t come across as though you were only interested because of his status.

“Oh yeah, leafs fan?” He responded with a smirk.

“Yeah, Nylander is amazing. Have you seen the way that boy skates! He’s also really skilled as well and he’s…”

You broke out into laughter as you saw his face drop. He quickly frowned, not understanding what was so funny. You tried to compose yourself, which just led to more laughter.

“Your really cute when you laugh, you know, even for a Nylander fan.” He responded in a teasing tone.

Your face instantly coloured and the laughter died off as you thanked him.

“I was just messing with you, Auston. I’m actually a big fan of you, not him. Too blonde for me, I prefer brown hair.”

You curled a piece of hair behind your ear and ducked your head, not wanting to see his response. You were already blushing enough as it was.

“I knew it!”

“Kinda hard not to be a fan of someone with that much talent, right Mr. four goals?”

He barked out a laugh and you couldn’t help but smile, he looked adorable when he was laughing.

“Adorable? Never been called that one before.” He said in a slightly teasing tone.

“Oh god, I said that aloud didn’t I?” The words coming out muffled as you hid you face in his hands.

He pulled your hands away from you face and lifted up your chin so he could see you once again, “Hey, no, it’s okay. I think it’s cute, just like you. I actually came over here to ask if you’d maybe want to go out with me sometime, dinner or something?”

“I’d love to, Auston.”

The sound of a key turning in the lock pulled you away from your thoughts and you quickly placed the dish you had been washing on the counter and ran to it.

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Sleep Is A Good Thing...


Originally posted by crankityler

Your entire life, from the moment you took your first steps, you knew that you wanted to be a doctor. You just didn’t know how difficult it was going to be. You had graduated high school the previous year, and were almost done with your first year of college, trying to earn your medical degree. With all of the essays and exams piling up, you knew you needed a break.

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Drama Kings and Queens

Prompt: 24 “Did I stutter?”
Warnings: Really angsty lots of swearing and really long like holy fuck I need to chill.
Y/N: Your Name
Word Count: 2434


To you, drama was the best subject on the planet. There was no sitting at desks planning essays or writing down the answers to endless math questions. You got to run around in weird costumes, jump off balconies and even at some point, set fire to couches on stage, all in the name of art. It was insane, inane and you absolutely loved it. But there are always downsides to every good thing, and that downsides name, was George Frederick. George was, for lack of better words, a drama queen. If things didn’t go his way, like he didn’t get the main part or that one monologue he wanted, he would proceed to complain about it for weeks on end. He’d bitch about whoever was in charge and would talk about his rich father and entitlement to the things he wanted. It was as if Draco Malfoy had been plucked from the bookshelf and dropped into your class by God himself, wanting you to repent for your sins. But the worst thing, the worst thing about George Frederick? It was your stupid, ongoing crush on the moron.

It was, quite frankly ridiculous. His stupid smirk, and the air of smug, self-satisfaction he held about him, his distinct whine of a voice. You found it all… cute. You had no idea why. You thought it was just a temporary thing, a fleeting attraction, but 3 months since your initial realization and your feelings for him had not dimmed at all. If anything they’d only grown, and expanded, to the point where you found it hard to be around him without getting agitated and frustrated with yourself. It had come to the point where you would try to subtly turn the other way when you saw him coming and try to keep your distance from him as much as possible. You wouldn’t call it avoiding per say, if anything it was caution. But after the many months of your careful evasion, your luck ran out.

Your drama class had begun its newest project, short scenes. The idea was that students would pick a section of a play or theatre piece and either work alone or in groups up to 3, to present and perform the fragment to a crowd of parents and classes. Originally you had planned to go alone, and perform Ofelia’s monologue from Hamlet, but fate was working against you and alas when the time of grouping came, your drama teacher Mrs Washington asked you as the only person working alone, if you would join the only student who no one wanted in their group, George.

You couldn’t say no to her, and accepted. All those months of practised escapes and rehearsed withdrawals did you no good now. Sitting on the second floor by the windows, him across from you from you, the sun in his hair as he recited lines a from the Twelfth Night. You’d never felt so helpless.

“Y/N? Are you listening to me?” George demanded, snapping you back to reality. His face was screwed up like he’d been sucking on a lemon, lips pursed. You wanted to kiss him and swear at him at the same time, it was all very conflicting.
“Hmm?” You hummed with disinterest, much more concentrated on how to get out of this situation.
“Did I stutter? I asked if you were listening.” His eyes narrowed, awaiting your response. You opened your mouth for a few seconds trying to come up with an excuse. Nothing came to mind, you blew out a breath of air.
“Yeah,  I’m gonna be straight up with you, no.” You shrugged, pulling your knees to your chest. George bristled.
“I’m sorry.” He clicked his tongue angrily.
“Am I not interesting enough?” He hissed, you glared back at him.
“It’s not you, it’s the play.” You grumbled, George gave an insulted gasp, as if you’d kicked his puppy or some crap. You couldn’t believe you had a crush on this guy.

“This play is incredibly important to me, Shakespeare was one of the best playwrights the world ever saw, and you should feel privileged to be able to perform one of his pieces with me.” George looked like he was going to throw a tantrum but at this point you didn’t care. You just wanted to be on your own, as far away from him as possible before you did something stupid.
“I was already planning on doing Shakespeare you twat! Hamlet, which is much more fun the god damned Twelfth Night!” You screeched, George scoffed, flicking his dumb perfect hair to the side.
“Well you chose me as your partner so I chose the play! Simple as that.” That caught you off guard. You didn’t choose him, is that what Mrs Washington had told him? You shook your head and carried on.
“Yeah, did you have to pick a romance? I barely know you for fucks sake! How am I going to pretend to be in love with you? Hell how are you going to pretend to love me?” Very easily, a voice at the back of your mind said, you swatted the thought away. Watching George’s expression, you were surprised to find him… blushing? He looked, kind of cute? You wanted to punch yourself.

“Oh please, everyone loves me. Even you I bet.” And the cuteness was gone, replaced by indignance and frustration.
“Pardon?” You asked, not bothering to keep the aggressive tone in your voice out.
“You heard me, why else would you have asked to be with me for this performance. I could’ve chosen from so many people but I accepted you. You should feel privileged.” George laughed snottily. You hated that laugh, the stupid smile on his face, you wanted to rip it off, and you knew exactly how.
“I didn’t chose to be with you, asshole.” You spat, venom dripping from your words. The smile on George’s face fell, and was replaced with one of shock.
“What?” You laughed bitterly at the question and covered your face in your hands so you wouldn’t have to look at him anymore. So you wouldn’t feel any guilt for what was coming.

“Why would I want to be with you? When I spend all my time avoiding you? When all you do is bitch and moan and act like you’re hot shit,  because newsflash Georgie- You aren’t! Mrs Washington came up and asked me to be in a pair with you because no one else did, and I said yes out of pity. So don’t act as if I want to be here because I speak the truth when I say I don’t want anything to do with you whatsoever!” You took a deep breath and dug your nails into your scalp. Your body was shaking but you didn’t know why. You waited for the snarky response, the whingeing or the complaints but they didn’t come. Instead all you heard was short, mournful.
“I know.” You lifted your head from your hands to see George, leaning against the window, a sorrowful look on his face. You felt an empty stab in your chest.
“George-” You tried to speak but couldn’t finish your sentence. George rubbed his eyes with the base of his palm. Was he crying?
“I know what everyone else thinks. What they say. I’m a spoilt brat, the real life Draco Malfoy, a rich, friendless warning of what you shouldn’t act like if you want to form a good relationship with someone. I’m far too gone to repair any of that now. The only reason people put up with me is because alone, I am nothing. I have nothing to bounce off of, nothing to counteract or argue with.” George paused and turned, staring you straight in the eyes. You could see tears on his cheeks. Guilt panged in your stomach as a chill ran down your spine. You felt your heart rate increase exponentially.

“What I didn’t know, was you. I’d never talked to you, Y/N. I had never heard you badmouth me, never approached you. Nothing. Because I was too afraid to. I’d seen you perform your parts perfectly, do speeches with such confidence and positivity. I’d hear you laugh and talk around the courtyard and I’d feel happier, seeing you around, even if it only happened a few times. I know you didn’t choose me to be in your group, because Mrs Washington suggested to place me with you, she said you wanted to be in my group but I knew the truth, no one would want to. But still, I wanted to talk to you and get to know you. I wanted to befriend you, to… charm you. So of course, I said yes. But I guess I let myself get in the way of that, again.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as you processed what he was saying.
“You asked me why I chose the Twelfth Night. How we would pretend be who to pretend to be in love while barely knowing each other and the answer is that, I… don’t think I’m going to have to pretend.” Your heart stopped in your chest as George turned his gaze to the floor. What he had just told you, the compliments, the truth, it was all very hard for you to believe, but still so easy. This side of George was new and different, but you honestly liked it as much as the other. And what he had said… He wouldn’t have to pretend. He wouldn’t have to pretend to be in love and… neither would you.
“For someone as great as me, I have to say I’m quite pathetic.” He laughed sadly. A tear fell from his face to the floor, and for you that was breaking point. George didn’t have time to react as you threw yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his back and pressing kisses on the top of his head.
“What are you-” He began but was cut off by a flurry of apologies.
“I’m sorry, oh god, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You repeated, tears pricking at your eyes. You’d been so concentrated on your emotions you hadn’t thought about his, how he felt about the situation. After his speech, his confession and his tears, you couldn’t deny it anymore. You were in love.

“Y/N!” He yelped pulling away slightly, your faces were centimeters from each other and your arms were now wrapped firmly around his neck. From this proximity you could see his face, red as a tomato. He was sputtering nervously.
“But you- hate! You don’t like me you, you said-” You shook your head.
“I was confused and frustrated before, and I took that anger out on you. I’m sorry, and I hope you can forgive me. It took me a lifetime to accept but I think that I…I.” George waited for your answer, but it was too overwhelming to say, to much to put into your own words. Instead you took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to his forehead, finally opening you mouth, you spoke gently.

“She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm ‘i th’ bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?” George’s face lit up, as you wiped away his tears with your thumbs.
“Shakespeare!” He gushed, making you laugh.
“Yes, Shakespeare you dork.” You giggled as he watched you in awe.
“Then this means-?” You nodded in affirmation, George’s face split into a grin as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“So I can kiss you, right?” He asked breathlessly. You nodded, giving him the green light. He leaned into you and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was enthusiastic, exciting and a bit possessive. He moved his lips against yours eagerly, but couldn’t help but break into giggles.
“Wait till I show off my new girlfriend to everyone. Hamilton and his friends will be so jealous.” He said as you broke the kiss off. His smug grin was back, but this time there was something charming about it.
“Unpopular my ass, I’ve got the prettiest girl in the school by my side.” You rolled your eyes and poked him gently in the ribs.
“Don’t let it go to your head, Mr popular.” You warned him, George smirked and snaked his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground. You shrieked in protest but he was having none of it.
“Together we’ll rule this place Y/N! The kings and queens of the school!” He cheered spinning you around. A voice shouted at you from the first floor.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but that doesn’t sound like Shakespeare, Mr Frederick? Ms Y/L/N?” Called up Mrs Washington. You froze as George dropped you. You looked and shrugged, indicating for him to speak, he thought for a second, then gave you a wink and shouted down to Mrs Washington.
“I guess I know more Shakespeare than you Miss!” He bragged cockily. You slapped your hand to your face and groaned, you’d fallen in love with an asshole.
“George!” You hissed to him, he waved you off.
“It’s fine, she likes me!” But as the words fell from his mouth the distinct, threatening sound of heels clicking against a linoleum staircase echoed up to where you two were. George’s face went pale. So he was capable of feeling fear. You came up with a plan in your head
“You have free period next, right? Same as me?”
“Yes, I do?”
“Ah, a fine idea.” The two of you grabbed your things, shoving them into your bags. George took your hand and laced his fingers with yours, leading you forward, you thundered down the staircase, barreling past Mrs Washington and out the doors, laughing all the way.

Martha Washington watched them go by with a smile.
“Well then. I do believe Mr Washington owes me some money.” She said to no one in particular, making her way down the stairs.

Midnight Runs (richjake)

in order to properly kick off this blog, i just went through some nice richjake headcanons and settled on this post (i also added some stuff because i get a lil too extra when it comes to these two precious boys). richjake is keeping me alive and i honestly have no musical friends so i gotta be my own life support. anyway, enjoy!


Jake loves his boyfriend, he really does, but he can be a little shit sometimes. The gang is hanging out at Jeremy’s but run out of doritos (and god knows Chloe cannot live without her doritos). So, Jake takes the journey to the nearest Walmart upon himself. And apparently, so does Rich.
(so in short, Jake and Rich go to the Walmart and Rich fucks all that shit up)
warnings: uhmm, some nsfw stuff is mentioned but it’s nothing graphic, that’s pretty much it

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