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the signs as people i’ve known

aries: passionate verging on obsessive.  defensive of both themselves and the people they love.  few layers; what you see is more or less what you get.  good-hearted, intelligent.  always up for a challenge, but becomes stressed out very easily and handles stress very poorly.  even when they’re tired, they somehow seem so alert and two steps ahead of you.  responsible.  they prefer to lead and lead very well.  interesting, competitive, loyal.  although they like to be correct and love to prove people wrong, more than anything they just want someone to listen and expand on their point, not disagree with it. romantic but they like to pretend that they aren’t.  they seek instant gratification and hate doing things that they’re not naturally great at (but they’re naturally great at a lot).  can be very self-absorbed, but it’s not conscious.  so loving and so lovely.  the yang to my yin, the storm to my calm.  a friend who completes me.

taurus: extremely nice, and they never want to hurt anybody’s feelings, so they tend to skirt around the truth or omit their opinion.  truly, genuinely kind, the sort of person you hope will always stay in your life, the sort of person you feel like you really need.  dependable, hardworking, stable.  they have been through a lot, but looking at them, you wouldn’t know it.  will ultimately put themselves before you (which is a good thing), but is always there for you when they can be. very realistic; they know what they can achieve and expect themselves to do so.  private to a fault, and doesn’t usually express their feelings. there is something about their soul that makes me smile whenever i think of them. one of the people i love most in this world.  my equal, the friend who i hope knows how much i love them.

gemini: endlessly charming, supportive, and brave.  always wants to make everyone happy, often at the expense of their own desires, so they’ll do things they don’t want to do but be kind of grouchy about it, leading others to believe that they are picky and that they change their mind too much.  frequently changes the details of a story to either make it more interesting or get out of trouble.  wants more than anything to see and experience the good in the world but is very often a victim of the bad.  overly-trusting.  they can make any experience memorable, and they are the most fun you’ll ever have. quite self-critical but they also know that they have a certain power over people. forgetful, tolerant, warm.  often feels quite overwhelmed and may not handle this feeling wisely.  crazy but kind.  the one whom words fail to describe.  the biggest piece of my heart, my mother.

cancer: both friendly and intimidating.  difficult to read.  patient and cooperative but more often than not, they think their idea/opinion is better than yours.  very, very smart.  super dependable, so sensitive, hold grudges like it’s their life’s calling. courageous.  behave very differently around authority figures, likes being seen as innocent and cute. they will keep your secrets but they will kind of hold them over you, and they tend to taunt others by saying, “i know [x] about [y] and you don’t.”  very funny, dark, and sarcastic once you get to know them, but initially sweet and sugary.  survivalists; they protect themselves first and their loved ones second and don’t really care about everyone else. friendly. once they’re in a relationship, they become rather absorbed by it and neglect the other parts of their life.  dramatic, obsessive. rather strong-willed.  when they’re having an off day, get out of their way.  they will never forget anything you tell them.  they see life as an inside joke.  my figurative fraternal twin.  the friend who is just like me but whom i’ll never understand.

leo: impressively loving, astonishingly generous, the whole universe in one person.  soft and loud, wild and cautious.  they are full of power, grace, and energy, and they awaken within you the sense that you are good and that you can do whatever you want to do. even when they’re quiet, their presence is felt. very self-critical, constantly questioning their worth. always in need of validation, which is why they like to be the center of attention; in order to know that they’re a star, they require a standing ovation. they want to love themselves, they need to love themselves. such a romantic, wants to be wooed and adored, and they’ll gladly return the favor.  soothing.  they are so easy to trust, but they are more careful with their own secrets than they seem. they love with every bone in their body.  they want, more than anything, a best friend. loyal, inventive, go-getters. great listeners.  can somehow empathize with every situation, but are mildly obsessed with themselves. love winning. my idol, the part of myself i hope i grow into, my aunt.

virgo: hilarious, dependable, treats you like their kid.  trustworthy, sympathetic. they are fascinating and unique, but they are too attached to their own magic. more obsessive than they like to think they are.  they take criticism very well, perhaps because they dish it out even better. level-headed but aspirational. they prefer to be the less loving one in all of their relationships.  feels guilty for feeling sad or emotional. curious and interested.  can talk for hours if you let them.  kind and smart, wants to be special and different from everyone else. treats the people closest to them the worst. believes in tough love.  loves to joke and be sarcastic but usually takes it a few steps too far.  perfectionistic, which leads them to put little effort into things that they feel they can’t do flawlessly.  the one i protect who thinks they’re protecting me.  the friend whom i loved right away.

libra: angelic, enchanting, sweet.  picky. they are so afraid of offending someone that they have to know someone really likes them before they’ll be honest with them.  so many layers.  funny and diligent. treats everyone like their best friend, but when you are their best friend, there is just something so slightly different about how they treat you, something that makes you feel amazing. good at everything.  completely unable to make decisions. gossipers. they want to like everyone, but they just don’t.  absolutely hates saying no, but will do it if it’s 100% necessary.  sleepy and goofy around people they love. works hard to look good, trendy.  smart, fair.  nervous around authority figures. fearful of loss and of growing up.  secret control freaks.  they are at once youthful and wise.  crazy patient on the outside, just crazy on the inside. always somewhere on my mind, the one who i was always meant to know. my very best friend, my soul’s sister.

scorpio: the best listener. truly wants to know everything about you. extremely devoted, passionate.  knows you very, very well.  so funny, so kind.  will stick with you through thick and thin, always on your side.  gives great advice. the person across the room who you can’t stop staring at.  secretive, fearful, romantic.  both observant and judgmental. will hate you for judging them while they judge you.  their heart is bigger than anyone else’s, and all they really want is to fill it to its brim with love. very often the sidekick, but they stand out to me. they are quite obsessive and they rarely wait for explanations. they want to own the people they love.  intuitive.  loves you soooo much.  impossible to know fully. deep, powerful. the ocean flows inside them, yet all too often that ocean is stormy.  the person many people think i am, the person i sometimes i wish i was.  my confidante, my partner in crime, my heart, my friend.

sagittarius: the most supportive and dependable person on the planet.  an amazing friend, the best person to have in your corner.  honest and disorganized, friendly and capable.  very quick to anger and has a hard time admitting they’re wrong.  devotes themselves wholly and completely to their partner and puts them on a pedestal, but once they’ve moved on, they’ve really moved on.  tends to succeed, lucky.  has a hard time seeing the truth of a situation and often must be told what’s really going on.  charismatic and caring, overly generous.  can spread themselves thin.  guided chiefly by morals which they never abandon.  has a strong sense of right and wrong (specifically, they’re right, you’re wrong).  my backbone, my other mother.

capricorn: pensive and stoic.  has a brain that never stops going.  they wake up every morning in the climax of a novel they’ve written in their sleep.  loyal, just, intimidating.  cold and private.  mean to people who are mean to them.  shuts down entirely for seemingly no reason.  the wisest of all.  mature.  silently romantic. victim of their thoughts.  intense, original.  they want someone to fall really deeply in love with them, but they close themselves off to everyone. admires the beauty of the world, moved by small details that many people miss. always thinking of the future, no matter how good the present is.  judgmental. wants to be better than everyone else. exceptionally smart. often falling apart on the inside.  can think themselves into sickness, into joy, into anything. loves to be alone, hates more than anything to be lonely.  soft on the inside. the best leaders but they don’t like to lead.  kind-hearted and always doubting it. immensely fatalistic.  the dreamy head behind my eyes.  myself.

aquarius: very patient.  analytical, detached.  they have favorite people and things and they will be honest about who and what these favorites are.  they love you, they just can’t tell you.  wants to be cared for without caring in return. easy to talk to, somehow always makes you feel safe.  impressive intellect. generous with the people they love.  genuinely good, inspiring.  easily overwhelmed.  resorts to humor when offended.  doesn’t try very hard to act like they like someone they hate.  wants to be special.  artificially nice to authority figures.  can be surprisingly mean without intending to.  very good liars.  super funny.  compliments mean a lot coming from them.  the person i forget i am, the friend i should talk to more.

pisces: kind-hearted, funny.  to really know them, you kind of have to know them forever.  so easy to love.  hates to think about the difficulties of the world and prefers to just have fun.  very much in the present and tries not to think about the future.  as such, they sometimes behave without thinking and wind up messing things up for themselves.  they tend to be kind of lazy in regards to some things and extremely passionate in regards to others; there isn’t a lot of balance.  can be very mean and very angry.  won’t apologize first when you’ve made them mad. must express themselves in some way.  no matter how much they say that they love you, they always love you more than that.  quite sensitive, hates few things more than being called annoying. super generous, always wants to be there for you but hates not being able to make you happier. truly the sweetest. my favorite person, my brother.

none of the troll girls are cis, that is to say, none of them could pass as women on earth

all of these aliens have broad shoulders & very subdued hips & voluminous torsos & angular jaws & husky voices sorry i don’t make the rules

The Top 10 Best Dads in Persona

Hey guys it’s me, Ricetopaz, coming at you with the top 10 best dads in the Persona series as my Father’s Day special.

Let’s get down to business. At number 10, we have…

Kunikazu Okumura from Persona 5!

He may not be the most caring, loving, or nice father, but if there’s one thing he does have, it’s money. Lots of it. He also has a space ship. And a spooky death scene. And that’s all he needs to win the number 10 spot!

At number 9, we have…

Takeharu Kirijo from Persona 3!

I don’t actually know that much about Takeharu, but if I know 3 things about him for certain: 1: He Raised Mitsuru, and Mitsuru turned out pretty alright. 2: He died. And Mitsuru was sad about it so he was probably a good Dad if that happened. And 3: He has a really cool eyepatch and all good dads need an eyepatch. All these factors and more earn him the number 9 spot of best Persona dads!

Coming in at number 8…

Mayoshi Shido from Persona 5!

Objectively speaking, every child’s favorite day is “Bring Your Kid to Work” day, a day where they get to spend the entire day alongside their beloved Mother or Father. However, when you’re MAYOSHI SHIDO’s unwanted child, EVERY DAY is Bring Your Kid to Work day! Even in-between running for Prime Minister and committing constant horrifying illegal acts, he still makes time for his beautiful son!

Some of you may argue that commanding people to be killed makes him a bad Dad, but think about it. He did order the death of one of the lesser Dads on this list, Kunikazu Okumura. So in a way, he’s simply just killing inferior Dads to improve the Dad genepool for generations to come! So shine on you, Shido!

At number 7, we have…

Munehisa Iwai from Persona 5!

In a way, Iwai represents all the traits a good Dad should have: Hardworking, protective, and involved in highly illegal activities. Throughout his Confidant, he proves time and time again just how willing he is to devote himself to his son, and keep him out of harm’s way, even willing to risk his own life to protect his child!

But as our number 6 spot proves, being the greatest Dad of all takes a little more than just being willing to risk your life for your child…

Coming in at number 6…

Makoto and Sae  Niijima’s Dad from Persona 5!

Unlike that sissy Iwai, Mr. Niijima ACTUALLY died, rather than just be WILLING to die, like that coward Iwai is. Really puts him to shame, honestly.

And now at number 5, we have…

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I’ve reached a place in my life where I’ve realized that my journey is about to become difficult as I seek to discover exactly what is it that I am searching for. I’ve been way too comfortable for far too long that I can’t allow myself to be in this position any longer… a position where there’s no growth, where I’m afraid of faith, and where I’m afraid to accept a challenge.

I’ve stopped comparing myself to others a long time ago due to understanding that everybody’s path is different from one another, but there is still a part of me that wonders what is it that I am missing. For sure, it’s my effort. My willingness to do whatever it takes. Being optimistic. Instead, I’m immune to comfortability and that must change.

There is a shift that is happening, aligning every thing in place for me to bust my ass, figure it out, and move forward. I’m tired of dealing with the same shit, leaving me in a depressed stage that nothing is changing. I’m tired of being that “yes-man” to everybody. At this point, I’m expecting to go through hell and willing to.. rather than running to a safe zone that’s not allowing me to see the possibilities of what growth has to offer.

Lauryn Hill once said “Anything that is not growing is dead…..” I refuse to live in death. Even if I have to loose it all just to gain it all back, the fact that I’m willing makes me feel at least one step closer to change.

To year 27 and beyond… Happy Birthday to Me! 🎈

Bad Day (Jungkook x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt: “i was really drunk and i saw this really huge, beefy football player sitting on a bench and crying. so i went into the bushes, gave him a flower, and we talked until he felt better. he gave me his number and said “call me if you ever want to vent too.”

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Fluff, angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (female)

Warnings: slight language?, drunk/alcohol

Word Count: 3243

Authors note: So i wrote this based on the above prompt from this amazing post, so give that some love too. I hope you enjoy! This is my first fic, so criticism is appreciated!


Jungkook was having a very shitty day.

Firstly, his alarm never went off, a result of his brother pulling a ‘prank’ on him and turning off all his alarms. This, in turn, caused him to miss the first half an hour of college and skip breakfast, leaving him hungry, pissed, and ashamed as he walked into the lecture hall to face the disappointed look on his lecturer’s face.

Secondly, in a rush to get to college in a hurry, he never took any money in his pocket, meaning he now had nothing to pay with for food. Despite Taehyung saying he was fine sharing his food, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel guilty, noticing that Taehyung didn’t have much food with him to begin with. Taehyung told him that the day can’t get any worse than it already has been, so Jungkook keeps his head up, promises to pay back Taehyung somehow and continues with his day.

It really can’t get worse, can it?

As it turns out, it can.

Passing by the music hall on his way to football practice, Jungkook noticed a group of students who needed help bringing equipment and such into the hall. Feeling like he needed to commit a good deed as some sort of retribution for whatever caused him to experience this horrible, dreadful day, and thinking it would only take a second, Jungkook was happy to lend a hand to those desperate looking students. A second turned to near 20 minutes when one of the boxes fell apart and the girls “really, really need you to help us put it back together because you’re strong and this stuff is so god damned heavy and Mr Lee is really gonna kill us!”. So, practically forced to help them, Jungkook was late for football practice and received a stern, condescending lecture from the coach in front of all his friends and teammates, leaving him thoroughly embarrassed and disgruntled when they gave him smiles of pity because of the coach’s harsh words. How did he put it? “Put in more effort Jeon, all you ever do is slack off”.

But that’s the thing. That’s all Jungkook ever does. Put in more effort. More effort into his football skills, into his classes, into helping his parents at home, into everything. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough, and Jungkook is sick of trying to reach people’s impossible standards. He’s sick of being the perfect player, the perfect student, the perfect son. Behind the smiles, his insecurities eat away at him and he feels pathetic. He just wants to breathe. He just wants this day to end, wants all the criticism to end, and just be him for a while.

So Jungkook was having a very shitty day.

After practice, instead of heading home he heads straight into town and towards the park that’s located in the centre of the city. It’s a quiet park, one he’s often came to when things got too hectic in his life. His safe zone. He knows he should head home, his parents would be worried about him and his friends would most likely notice he isn’t online and ready to play, but Jungkook just wants to be on his own for a while. Forgive him for wanting to have space.

The evening is dark and growing darker still, winter approaching fast as autumn comes to an end. This doesn’t stop the city goers, the partiers and lively crowds that bustle around him as he makes his way towards his special spot, laughter ringing in his ears as he squints at the bright lights the city offers, pushing past the mobs of people enjoying their Friday night. He wishes he could have the freedom like they do, he knows, more than likely, they have their own problems. He’s aware people are never alone when they suffer, but he can’t help but long to be one of them, drinking and laughing his troubles away, if but for a night.

Entering the gates of the park, he breathes a sigh of relief. It’s mostly empty, save for a few stragglers who migrated from the bars to the park to sit and chat the night through.  He finds an empty bench, secluded away from any other being in the park, and gravitates towards it.

Putting his schoolbag and gear bag down on one side of the bench, Jungkook sits on the other side, takes a deep breath, and bursts into tears. He hates this, hates feeling weak, hates crying, hates everything, but all the frustration and anger he gained from this dreadful day and from his life in general just built up to the brim, and once the tears started flowing, the wouldn’t stop, and he just kept crying, and crying, and crying. He puts a hand over his mouth to muffle his sobs, and hunches over, staring at his shoes rather than ahead, not willing to risk anyone seeing him in the state he’s in. He knows if anyone were to look over for just a few seconds they’d know that this well built, tough looking boy was bawling his eyes out. So, he avoids looking at anyone and just sobs.

He sobs until he hears a loud rustle coming from the bush behind him. He starts and turns around in his position, staring at the bush with wide eyes and wet cheeks. After a moment of silence, thinking it was just his imagination, or the wind or even an animal, he’s about to turn around and gather his things to head home because he feels absolutely stupid, when out pops you. Well, tumbled, more like, as you fall forward on your knees towards the bench Jungkook was sitting on. Jungkook can’t utter a word or move an inch, too stunned to make a move as he stares at you organise yourself to the best of your abilities and look at Jungkook with a goofy smile. He only snaps out of his reverie when he notices you holding something in an arm outstretched towards him. He stares at you hand, realising you’re holding a slightly damaged flower, one most likely gotten from a nearly pot as he recognised it, seeing the same flower in various pots throughout the park.

He looks from the flower in your hand to your face, a continuous switch between the two as he tries to figure out what exactly you’re doing.

“I saw you crying, so I wanted to cheer you up!” you say with a lopsided smile, looking positively proud of yourself for this act of kindness upon a complete stranger.

At this, Jungkook scowls, scoffs and turns around, enraged that you had the nerve to come up to him, and more so at himself for being caught out. Especially a stranger who was…hiding in the bushes?

You frown and come closer to him, albeit unsteadily, trying to look around him at his face as he starts to collect his bags.

“But…you were crying. You’re sad, I wanted you to be happy! A big strong man like you shouldn’t be crying all alone in the park!” you slur. It was possibly one of the worst things you could have said to him at this moment. He understands you didn’t mean anything by it, you didn’t know what he was going through, but still Jungkook feels annoyed and rolls his eyes at you when you get closer to his face, throwing a sneer as he stands up, bags in hands.

You rush to stop him, seemingly desperate to make up for your actions. “Wait, wait, wait, wait!” you almost shout, and wobble in front of him to halt his actions. The realisation hits Jungkook quickly after that. You’re drunk. Quite, from what he can tell, if the slight sway from your stance and overall dopey expression on your face is any indication. This agitates Jungkook further, not wanting to deal with a drunk when he’s in his lowest of lows.

He tuts and makes to move past you but you place your hands on his chest, still clutching the flower and stopping him from leaving. He knows he could but he doesn’t push, not wanting you to topple over and make everything ten times worse.

“I don’t know what I said to upset you but I’m really sorry! Please take the flower, I really don’t want you to be upset, you look like you need someone to talk to” you say, which causes your face to suddenly light up and causes Jungkook to feel uneasy. “Hey, talk to me! I’ll help you! Yeah, just talk to me” you beam up at him, hope filling your eyes at the prospect of soothing his never-ending troubles.

“Where are your friends?” Jungkook wonders, ignoring your proposition and instead looking around for someone to take you away from him.

At that, you giggle and reply “I dunno, probably left me. Or else I got lost. Both happen often enough”. You laugh at yourself, finding humour in that situation.

However, Jungkook frowns, wondering what type of friends would just leave you, a fairly intoxicated girl, on her own in a large city.

“Well, are you able to call them? So they can find you,” he asks, feeling uneasy about just leaving you here, despite how much you’re bothering him right now. He’d feel too guilty, and he was not in the mood to spend the night worrying about a random drunk girl he met at the park.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll call them. After I’ve spoken to you though,” you say nonchalantly, waving your hand in the air as if to wave his concerns away. “Come, child, sit and tell me all about your troubles,” speaking with a silly accent and plopping down on the bench.

“I don’t even know your name,” he remarks, wanting nothing more than for someone to take you away from him so he can wallow in his despair alone. He’s about to say he doesn’t even know you, and that he should be leaving but you beat him to it.

“The names Y/N. And you are?” you pat the seat beside him, encouraging him to sit down. He doesn’t know what propels him, perhaps he’s worried about you, or perhaps it’s the isolation that has settled deep in his bones, but with a heavy sigh, he places his bags back in their previous position and sits down beside you.

“Jungkook,” he answers, not offering more than that, glancing around the park and not at you. You poke his side to gain his attention.

“Ok Jungkook,” hearing his name from you sounds foreign but not unpleasant, “what brings you to the park at nearly 10 at night by yourself, and why are you crying?” you inquire, no judgement coming from your tone, just genuine curiosity.

Jungkook is silent for a moment, before he answers. “I came to clear my head, and it’s none of your business,” he snaps, before turning to address you with a glower. Sitting here, facing you, he’s given a proper chance to take you in, and realises you’re a lot prettier than the first glance he got of you. Your eyes hold a youthful and carefree gleam to them, and he can’t help but envy the life you probably lead, leagues better than his.

He figures you’re around his age, no older than 20 or 21. You’re certainly not dressed for the weather, opting to wear a pretty dress with a light jacket. Then again, you probably didn’t expect to see yourself in this situation, so you didn’t dress for this peculiar occasion.

“Ahh,” you drawl, understanding washing over your features. “I do that too sometimes. The park is nice, quiet. I always come here when I feel sad about something.”

Jungkook’s face loses the scowl and straightens out, strangely relieved to hear he isn’t the only one who seeks the solitude of the park when things get too stressful. But then, without thinking, he blurts “but you don’t seem the type to be sad about anything, what would you have to worry about?”

At his remark, you give him a wry smile, and cough out a laugh before replying. “Well, this week I got fired from my job because they had too many workers apparently, and had to ‘regretfully inform me that there wasn’t enough work available and had to let me go.’ Wow, I’m surprised I said that without stuttering!” you’re sent into a fit of giggles at your own statement, but Jungkook isn’t laughing along with you.

He feels even more terrible for assuming that you didn’t have your own worries and stress. Quite frankly, he feels like an asshole for treating you like he did, when all you wanted to do was make a boy who was breaking down in the middle of a park feel better, however drunk you may be.

“So, wanna tell be about all about your woes and worries? Might not hurt to rant to a stranger, might take some of the weight off your shoulders,” you give a small smile, one that compels Jungkook to reconsider your offer.

With a bit of hesitation, he takes a deep breath and replies, “you’re probably going to laugh at me, but…I just had a really difficult day. I woke up late for college, had no money to get food for my lunch so I had to share with my friend, and again ended up being late for practice cause I had to help people with their music equipment. He yelled at me in front of the squad, it was so embarrassing, called me ‘disappointing’ and the rest” he places his head in his hands and groans, “it’s just…everything adds up and I just feel like shit right now and I want it to end.”

He feels a hand rub up and down his back and he takes comfort in the gesture. “That sounds really bad dude, I’m sorry” you eventually say, and he glances at you out of the corner of his eye, your face laced with sympathy. He feels like you know there’s more to story, that you can relate to what he’s feeling, but you don’t push, and he’s grateful for that. Maybe it’s the space and understanding you grant him that causes words to bubble out of his mouth.

“I’m just sick of having to live up to everyone’s expectations, you know? Like I just want to be able to make mistakes, and not have to face someone’s nagging for it. I want to be able to learn from the mistakes I make. I don’t want to have to be the perfect, model student or football player, I don’t want to have all this responsibility pushed onto my shoulders, to study hard to get a respectable job, to get married and have kids. I just want to live my life, live it the way I want to. I just want to be able to have fun, for once.”

The rubbing on his back never ceases, and you sit closer to him. After a few moments of silence, in which Jungkook was paranoid you’d think he was just being a pitiful excuse for a human being, you talk once again, seeming soberer than when you two had first met.

“I decided to do art in college. And everyone gave me flak for it. ‘Why would you do art, there’s no jobs you can get out of it?’ ‘Why don’t you choose something more popular, it’ll be a better choice.’ And I almost gave in and said that I’d settle for something like business, that I can do well in it, that it’s something I can do for the rest of my life. But I didn’t want it, because I wasn’t happy. Sure, I might get a good paying job and a successful career out of it, but I was gonna live a miserable life as a result. And in the end, I decided to be selfish for once in my life. I ignored the advice everyone else gave me and went for something that I love doing. So, I chose art, and I couldn’t be happier. I’m doing what I love, and I’m living in the moment. Yes, things can get very difficult, and that it seems hard to get out of the dark times, but I’m in charge of my life. And I’m living for myself. And it feels good.”

As you talk, Jungkook stares in amazement, having respect for the courage you showed in your decision, despite it being hard. You level your stare with him, and speak once more.

“So, I want you to start doing what you love, and make yourself happy. It’ll be hard going against what everyone wants, trust me,” you laugh a little, “but in the end, it’ll be so worth it. And if not, and everything turns out worse, then you can hunt me down and strangle me for this piece of advice I gave you while being terribly drunk,” you smirk, which turns into a full blown grin when Jungkook laughs at you, smiling for what felt like the first time that day. He lowers his head, grin still in place, and filled with a determination he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“Ok. I have no clue how I’m gonna do it, but I’ll try. I don’t wanna be stuck like this forever,” he turns to you with a small smile, which you return, “I’m gonna live by my own rules and make myself happy.”

Things become silent for a while as you two stare at each other, save for the sounds of the city which never cease for anyone. He jumps a little when his phone buzzes, revealing a text from his brother, wondering where he is. He gives you a grimace and explains how he should get home, but you don’t seem bothered and just giggle away to yourself and stay on the bench. He’s about to leave when he has his bags in hand, when he stops, giving you one last look.

“Thank you, Y/N. Really, I mean it. I feel a lot better after talking to you,” he gives a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You wink (to the best of your ability) at him, giving him a salute.

“Anytime, Jungkook.”

At that, Jungkook gets the courage to ask “can I have your number? I-I mean, if you want, of course. It’s just I really liked talking to you tonight. And uhm… call me if you ever want to vent too…” he trails off, not knowing what else to say and just wanting the ground to open up and swallow him whole for how awkward this has become. But you just start laughing and hand him your phone, trusting him to enter in his number and take yours since you ‘can’t really see too straight right now’.

With one last smile in your direction, you both say your goodbyes and goodnights. Putting his phone back into his bag, he notices something sitting on top of it, and quickly realises it’s the flower you attempted to give him at the beginning of your encounter. Grinning like an idiot, Jungkook walks home with a new sense of purpose, and hopes of texts in the morning. All because of a drunk girl who wanted to give him a flower to make him happy on a very shitty day.


Imagine: Being the younger sister of Daenerys and impressing Jon Snow. (Not apart of the Warmth series.)

Originally posted by raelkieth

With the destruction of the Greyjoy ships and the loss of alliance from Dorne…your older sister wasn’t happy. You did your part by teaming up with Tyrion and trying to plan for future attacks or tragedies’. A few days ago Jon Snow the proclaimed King of the North had arrived with a small group of Northern men and that meeting only served to dampen your sister’s already foul mood.

She had been clearly instructed by her sister to keep her distance because she didn’t quite trust these men yet. You were her treasure, just like her dragons, and she would fight to protect you at any costs.

You were bore though—while these Northern men were allowed to roam the castle while you were stuck in certain rooms deep within the castle. “I want to be out in the fields with the dragons,” You complained to your sister in the strategy room, “Why are you so intent on keeping me in the dark?” Your sister was staring down hard at the wooden table silent as she thought. Tyrion was nearby drinking some wine and watching your sister with curious eyes.

“I don’t trust them completely.” She replied in a quiet voice.

“I’m not some caged bird, you know.” You easily accused.

“You’re a dragon.” She corrects with some hard to hear sarcasm.

You’re eyebrow twitches with irritation. Your sister had some shit timing with her humor. “Are we really going to have this argument?” You coolly demanded with a serious face.

She sighs and finally looks up at you, “Not today.”

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, “I am not some caged beast, Dany. You always say that a dragon is not a slave well, I certainly feel like one. We’re on our home island, the dragons are constantly flying ahead, and we have a rather large army willing to die for the both of us here.”

Dany looks like she will not budge but you know your sister very well. “We are safe here. No one is brave or dumb enough to even come near the island especially with Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal in the air.” You urge her knowing it would be the final push for her to grant you your freedom.

She pursues her lips, deep in thought, and answered back, “Fine, I will grant you your freedom and in return you have to play the piano for me.” She smirks slowly and you try not to groan. You hated playing that bloody thing but Dany loved it. You only did it for her because you liked seeing the peaceful expression on her face whenever you played. Dany always told you that Mother played as well and would always play for her and Viserys.

Viserys had forced you to learn since, well, you looked the most like mother. Dany was a combination of father and mother but you were the spitting image of Rhaella Targaryen. Perhaps that was the reason why Viserys was always gentler to you and preferred you over Dany…so much to the point where Viserys had told Dany that you were meant to marry him to keep the Targaryen blood line alive.

You loved your brother but the idea of marrying him was disgusting.

You often did miss him though.

“Ah, will I finally hear you play?” Tyrion brightened up—the last few weeks had been rough for the Lannister.

He always pestered you to play just a little something for him.

You sigh knowing it was a small sacrifice to pay for your freedom, “Fine.”

Dany smiled and nodded, “Go on and break your fast with Tyrion. I will call you to the throne room after.” She instructed looking very eager to hear you play. It had been a very long time since you last played and you almost felt guilty for not playing earlier to bring some comfort to your sister.

Tyrion was at your side as they both of you made way to the dining room to eat. “Why are you so eager anyway?” Tyrion questioned once the both of you were a safe distance from Daenerys.

“I want to go to the beach and collect sea-shells.” You admit brightly.

Tyrion let out a loud laugh, “Is that what all your fussing is for? You want sea-shells?” He looks greatly amused and even surprised by such an innocent motive. It has been a very long time since he’s seen such innocence and it reminded him a lot of Myrcella.

You nod not feeling offended by his amusement, “I had planned on sewing a new gown for my sister and I wanted to add sea-shells.” You explained vaguely.

Tyrion chuckled shaking his head, Ah, Y/N, you are a rather odd Targaryen.”

You giggled and took that as a compliment.


Breaking fast with Tyrion was always enjoyable. It wasn’t long until you were making way towards the throne room. Tyrion matching your step looking extremely eager to hear you play the piano. Even Tyrion knew that a piano was extremely rare and for a woman to play was rarer. Viserys managed to convince some rich lord into giving you piano lessons. It wasn’t long until the lord had been so impressed with your skill that he offered the instrument to you with no strings attached.

“It would only sit here collecting dust and being sad,” You remember him saying with even some woe, “When you play it, it comes alive.”

You always wondered what became of him. He was perhaps dead by now. It had been such a long time since that happened. Dany was sitting on her throne speaking with Varys and the piano that your mother used to play sat elegantly in the middle. Your father had given your mother this as a wedding gift.

Despite the mutual dislike your parents had…Rhaella loved this instrument. You were glad that King Stannis had enough sense not to mess with such a rare instrument. It looked well cared for despite the years it had been since Rhaella last played it.

“I have an audience.” You take note of Missandei walking in hurriedly with a smile of excitement.

“It is not everyday we hear you play.” The former slave smiled gently at you.

You chuckle softly as Tyrion joins Varys and Missandei. You take your seat in front of the piano. You have seen only two pianos before but this one was…the fairest of them all. It was made of white wood with the Targaryen sigil on the top and the keys were of some sort of black and red porcelain.

A lot of gold went into this lovely instrument and it showed.

Your mother sat here…stroke these keys. You weren’t sure what you were feeling…grief? Was it excitement? Or was it some feeling of somberness? “Mother played while she was pregnant with you.” Dany murmured—her voice bouncing off the stone walls.

You nodded though you barely heard her—you were too focused on staring at the black and red keys. It was such a dark contrast against the white wood. You straighten your back and you hover your delicate fingers over the dark keys. You breathed in and out before letting your fingers stroke the keys expertly and with care.

The large room is filled with soft, delicate sounds.

You play Viserys favored melody. Daenerys’s face softened at the sound because she knew. Your brother died in a horrible way but his greed blinded him and bound him to his fate. You remember that night vividly; that night, so long ago, was meant to celebrate that Dany was with child—the future of the tribe and your precious niece or nephew.

You and Dany had thrived with the Dothraki but Viserys didn’t and it showed.

You remember him barging in, Jorah attempting to subdue him, and Viserys pulling his sword. You were terrified because you had never seen him so…crazed and lustful towards something so mundane. You attempted to calm him as he wielded the blade towards your sister and her unborn child but he cut your cheek and threw you to the side yelling that you should learn your place.

“Your place, you whore, is beside me your future husband!

Your eyes flashed with sorrow as he threatened to take Dany from Drogo and even threaten the unborn child inside of her. You were so disgusted towards him…more then ever. You hated him at that point. How low could he scope to threaten his own flesh and blood?

You remember the fury brewing behind Drogo’s calm façade. You remember one of his blood-riders gently grabbing you and placing you far away from your deranged brother. One of the women had pressed a wet cloth to your cheek and even asked if you were alright.

Even now, you could feel the sting from his blade.

Drogo spoke and his words were directed towards your sister and you—asking for permission for something…you dreaded. Daenerys was staring at your brother and gave her answer to him—that he would get his crown and men would tremble before it.

His face…you mentally shook your head. His face washed with relief and joy. A crown was all he ever wanted. It was then that the great Khal rose to his feet as Viserys lowered his weapon and backed away with a smile.

Drogo and Dany exchanged glances before your sister looked to you.

You had tears in your eyes but inside you just knew it had to be done. You couldn’t risk him having another deranged episode and actually killing the unborn child inside of her. She looked back up at the Khal and it was done.

You would never forget his screams.

Originally posted by rxbbstark

Your fingers paused and the melody was broken.

“Do you regret killing Viserys?”

It was Dany who asked. She knew you too well.

You shook your head, “No, it was either him or your child.”

She was quiet because she, too, was haunted by the screams of Viserys dying. You straighten your back and resume the melody that your sister loved. It was a whimsical and gentle melody that always left your sister with a gentle smile on her face—a rare sight.

“She’s a natural.” Tyrion praised letting the angelic melody flood his ears.

“And yet she hates to play.” Dany mused.

“Well, she was forced by your brother to learn.” Varys commented.

When you were finished, you smiled up at your sister. She smiled back at you because she knew you hated to play but only did so for her. It was then that the great room was echoing with the sound of hands clapping. All attention was turned to the entrance of the throne room where Ser Davos stood with his King.

Your eyes landed on this King of the North and you felt your heart stutter at his rugged beauty. He looked so odd to the men you grew up around. You were used to darker, tanned skin not this pale flesh you saw on this man.

His eyes were a dark color—you could not see his pupils or the white in his eyes. He had a scar over his right eye and his hair was pulled up but a few of his curly locks fell around his head. He was the most exquisite man you had ever seen.

He was the one who was clapping.

“Jon.” Your sister’s voice was sharp and you could tell she was tensed. Your existence was always a top priority for your sister. Not many knew of the existence of a younger Targaryen—not even Robert Baratheon or Tywin Lannister.

“Forgive me,” Jon says thickly with an almost awed look on his brooding face, “I know I wasn’t meant to intrude but I just had to see what was making such beautiful noise.”

His words were enough to make you blush.

“My aunt had one,” His eyes jerked to the piano, “Given it was uglier.”

You couldn’t help but to smile and his eyes seem to light up when he saw that radiant smile on your face, “I thought I was hearing angel choir.” His eyes solely on you—he was entranced.

“Thank you, my lord.” You continue to smile and bow your head slightly.

“If I might ask—“ Jon was cut off by your sister.

“Can I trust you, Jon?” Her voice was the calm before the storm and there was no nonsense in her tone.

Jon knew this and looked up at your sister. His eyes rested on hers as he pondered his answer. It didn’t take him long to answer, “Of everything we’ve heard about the Targaryen’s…we never heard of a younger on being born after you. It is easy to see that you’ve done a good job in hiding her existence and very wise.” Jon speaks with a nod of approval, “Yes, you can trust me.”

It wasn’t about the war or about him bending the knee, no; it was about keeping your existence a secret. Daenerys stared at Jon Snow intently, “This is my baby sister, Y/N.” She finally relents.

Jon looks at you—still seated at the piano looking nothing sort of a fallen angel. “Y/N.” He repeats gently.

Your heart almost melted.

Perhaps you would play the piano more often now.  

Originally posted by kitsn0w

This was a request made by a anon. There will be no other parts. 

Also, if you are curious to hear the melody that I pictured in my head that the reader was playing for Dany (Dany’s favored melody) listen to BTS Butterfly (Piano cover) by lilyloo it is such an amazing and beautiful cover!

For Viserys favored song…I imagined Abandoned by Lucas King. Listen to both because they are lovely. 

nerdandpsycho  asked:

We've seen the dancing skills of India and Bendy together. But when they are dancing the blood dance, sword against ink, when they are fighting, who wins?

(Oh… my god. You have no idea how excited this question made me. You have just opened up Pandora's Box, my friend!

First of all can I just say, these dorks would love to hear fighting called the “Blood Dance” omg.

The short and completely unsatisfying answer is: it depends. Bendy and India’s fighting styles are so completely different and come from such different places of power, pitting them against each other isn’t an exact science! If there’s a supernatural advantage, the match will be Bendy’s. If there’s a tactical advantage, it’s India’s.

But this is gonna get complicated, so buckle up!

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starter call for the weekend !!! ( mutuals only this round )

aka will start these tomorrow since tonight will be finishing up my remaining drafts.  please specify who you want.  if you don’t, i will pick.  if you then ignore who i pick/drop almost immediately, i will be less likely to write you a starter in the future.

muse acceptings:

lady: currently not accepting, please do not request or expect her.
laila: no cap atm
faline: cap of 3
faith: no cap atm
dawn: no cap atm
kayley: no cap atm
georgette: no cap atm
marinette: no cap atm
ruffnut: cap of 3
rosy: currently not accepting, please do not request or expect her

Hitched (1/10)

a Captain Swan AU fan fiction

Summary:  After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.

Rating: M or MA; some profanity and sex scenes.

Cover art: created by the absolutely fabulous @thesschesthair!!

Links: ff.net // ao3 // ch. 2 // ch. 3 // ch. 4 // ch. 5 // ch. 6 // ch. 7 // ch. 8 // ch. 9 // ch. 10 // epilogue

(also @teamhook, who really wants to read this ^^)


The southbound on-ramp seemed to beckon to her, stretching wide and flat up the small hill until it crested on a small incline, leading to the highway.  Emma gnawed her lip, torn. She didn’t know whether it was legal to hitchhike on highways in Maine—it was definitely illegal in some other states—but even if it was, the alternative was trekking back to the truck stop in Bangor and trying to con someone there into giving her a ride.

And if I did, I’d end up using my boobs to do it, she thought bitterly. She gritted her teeth, suddenly filled with determination, and strode forward toward the ramp.

Chilly wind whistled from beneath the underpass, and she reached up to pull her tuque lower, snugging it around her ears. Then taking a deep breath, she extended her arm and put up her thumb.

“Anyone but a trucker,” she muttered. “Come on.”

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‘I marvel at you, son of Eärwen,’ said Thingol, 'That you would come to the board of your kinsmen thus red-handed from the slaying of your mother’s kin, and yet say naught in defence, nor seek any pardon!’
   Then Finrod was greatly troubled, but he was silent, for he could not defend himself, save by bringing charges against the other princes of the Noldor; and that he was loath to do before Thingol.
—  The Silmarillion Chapter 15, J.R.R. Tolkien
A list of eliminated P101S2 trainees/artists who I’m keeping my eyes on

Kim Jonghyun, Kang Donho, and Choi Minki (+ Aron) / Pledis - Nu’EST’s comeback better be the one they deserve Pledis >.> Y’all are worse than Mnet when it comes to handling Nu’EST. (trust me if I could be their manager I would be there in heartbeat)

Kim Samuel / Brave - He’s been through a lot even though he’s so young… but that’s also a good thing. He’s young, he still has plenty of chances in the future to be in a group, so I’ll have hold out some hope. For now, I’m excited to see his solo. I will support his future endeavors because I trust his talent. 

JUNG SEWOON and Lee Gwanghyun / MY STARSHIP BABIES <3 ILY SO MUCH I WANNA SEE YOU TWO RISE! I already miss Sewoon T_T I shouldn’t have to say it but I freaking love Jung Sewoon <3 Gwanghyun we didn’t get enough screen time of but he reminds me of a puppy and I’m adopting him. 

Im Youngmin and Kim Donghyun / Brand New Music - ALPACA AND DONG DONG, legit close to tears every time I think of these two because of their friendship with the other BNM kids (and with Sewoon *cough**cough*) Seriously though Donghyun’s voice is great and under appreciated for some reason. Youngmin’s raps have a nice flow and he clearly knows how to work a stage. All the BNM kids do. Such talent, much wow, I love <3 

Kwon Hyunbin / YGK+ - My son, though he doesn’t look like it. Seriously bless him because he gives us faster updates on our favs than the Korean News. 

Lee Gunhee and Yeo Hwanwoong / RBW - Yes. Memes. Vocals. What’s not to love? XD Sadly, I don’t know the other RBW kids as well but if they debut together, I will learn. 

Seo Sunghyuk / WH Creative - I. LOVE. HIM. Ever since he banged his head on the table he’s caught my eye. The more I saw the more I loved, and when he left the harder I cried. He had the MOST stable vocals I’ve ever seen. Like shit he hard carried the I Know You Know stage and made it look like fun. I am DEFINITELY looking forward to his debut. 

Kim Yongguk and Kim Sihyun / Chun - Kim Yongguk is a total package of awesome. He can sing, he’s a decent dancer, he’s funny af without trying to be, and he look at him, just look at him. I love how he grew out of his shell and I’ve stalking his VLIVEs. I don’t know much about Kim Sihyun but damn that is one pretty boy. Plus he likes to roast Yongguk so he’s good with me. 

Kim Taedong / The Vibe Label - They didn’t show much of him but he always stood out in performances and he seems like a nice person. 

Noh Taehyun / Ardor & Able - HOTSHOT has been fire since debut. Enough said. 

Jang Moonbok / ONO - Mnet sucked with editing him, but he’s honestly got this vibe that makes you want to believe in him. I think that’s what took him so far. He might not be the best out there but damn is he inspiring.

Lee Woojin / Media Line - Woojin is my other son. He reminds me of VIXX’s Hyuk when Hyuk was small and not Satan. Despite the fact that his voice is changing, he’s a good singer. Someone like him could go far in the future. 

Ahn Hyungseob, Lee Euiwoong, Jung Jung, Justin (and Choi Seunghyuk) / Yuehua - The reason I put Seunghyuk in parenthesis is because I know little to nothing about him. I cringe at them but I cringe with love. They are the maknae line but somehow their own group. 

Joo Haknyeon / Cre.Ker - I’ll admit I’m not fond of him, but I feel horrible for him. I really really want to see him improve himself and grow past his misgivings. I’m not a fan but rather someone who is willing to give him a chance if he grows. 

Who are you guys looking out for?

1. Storm

Yes, I didn’t come up with an original title, but it’s whatever. This first fic is for @iwritefanfictionnottragediess !! It’s kinda short and I wrote part at 1am, but there should be other (hopefully better) fics to come!!

Words: 1167 

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Keith grabs Lance’s hand and pulls him under the cover of a bus stop. Just in time, too. A huge strike of lightning lights up the dreary sky for a moment, and Keith feels Lance shiver against him.

“You okay?” Lance nods stiffly, still pressed up against Keith. He is completely soaked, wet from head to toe. The heavy rain falls from the sky, making loud splattering noises when it hits the roof. He steps away after a minute, sitting down heavily on a nearby bench.

“Take off your jacket.” Lance looks up quickly, red staining his tan cheeks.

“Wha-what?! Why?” Keith rolls his eyes at the stammering boy, reaching up to pull off his own jacket. Lance’s face only turns redder at that.

“Lance, your jacket is soaked and if you don’t take it off soon, you’ll get sick. Hurry up and take it off.” Realization dawning on Lance, he quickly peels away the soggy item.

He sits there shivering, wrapping his arms around himself. Suddenly, something warm is draped over his shoulders. Lance looks up to see Keith looking pointedly away while pulling his red jacket over Lance’s bare arms.

“Here.” Lance flushes, the smirks.

“Thanks… but how is this tiny crop top going to help at all?” Keith frowns, pouting.

“Well, excuse me for trying to help. I can always take it back.” Lance shifts away from Keith, grabbing at the jacket to pull it closer to him.

Keith clears his throat, looking away again. Lance swears he sees a light blush on his cheeks, but dismisses the thought. Keith was probably just cold. Catching Keith’s eye, Lance waves for Keith to join him on the bench. Keith sits, a comfortable distance away from Lance.

It grows quiet again, nothing but the sound of rain coming down around them. Keith is about to try and break the slightly uncomfortable silence, when Lance starts to speak.

“You know, I used to like the rain.” After a moment, Keith hums, and Lance continues. “I used to play in it, when I was little, until I got the flu one time. Mama scolded me but I still think it was worth it.”

Keith pictures this, a younger Lance running about in the rain, splashing through the mud. The thought of it brings a smile to his face. But somehow the melancholy undertone of Lance’s voice makes him sober up.

“And? What do you think of it now?” Lance hums, looking through the window of the shelter contemplatively. He shrugs a bit, still not turning back towards Keith.

“I’m not entirely sure. There are things I like about it, and things I don’t. It’s sad but beautiful, hindering but also helpful.” Keith cocks an eyebrow, the strange metaphor going over his head.

“What… exactly do you mean?” It’s not mean or condescending, the way he says it, instead it’s rather kind, and open. Willing to listen.

“It’s beautiful, anyone can see, but the dull grey of the clouds make it seem so sad. I guess, I relate in a way sometimes. It stops us from getting where we needed to be, but at the same time opens up wonderful opportunities.

Keith hadn’t expected Lance to be so deep and philosophical, yet he now finds it admirable, and he loves the concentrated look played out on his face.

"What kinds of opportunities have come from this?” Keith is teasing slightly, but he is also genuinely curious to see what Lance means. Lance, seeming to snap out of some sort of daze, flushes red and starts to stammer.

“D-did I say that out loud? Hah, I mean- I meant- I didn’t get much sleep last night I-I’ve got to go.” Lance moves to sit up, but a strong hand gripping his arm keeps him in place.

“Wait. Tell me what you meant, I want to know.” Lance visibly gulps, Adams apple bobbing in his throat. He strains against Kith’s grip again, but neither of them budge.

“No, I can assure you that you very much do not want to know, and that this is a bad idea. Let me go, please.” Keith’s frown deepens, his eyebrows scrunching up in discontent.

“No. Where would you go anyways? It’s pouring buckets out there, you’d be drenched.” Lance gives an exasperated sigh, dropping back down next to Keith. Keith grins a little bit at his win.

Please tell me.” Lance swallows thickly, wiping the hand of his free arm on his jeans.

“I- you can let me go, you know. I won’t run.” Keith gives him a skeptical look, but drops his arm anyways. Lance still doesn’t look at him.

“What I meant,” Lance begins slowly, “is that we get the opportunity to be alone. Together.” He’s blushing, a dark red covering his face.

“Wha- I don’t understand?” Keith isn’t joking, he really doesn’t understand what Lance is trying to say. He has an idea, and inkling, but he doesn’t want it to just be blind hope. Lance doesn’t elaborate further, leaving Keith’s question unanswered. Being the hothead he is, Keith won’t stand for it.

Keith grabs Lance by the shoulders, not too roughly, and spins him around so they’re face to face.

“Tell me what it means.” He hadn’t meant for his voice to be so weak, but that’s how it came out. “Please.”

Lance squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, then takes a breath. Reopening his eyes, he stares directly at Keith.

“It gives us the opportunity to be alone together so i can confess to you.” Lance smiles, a bittersweet smile with lips pressed together tight, and sighs. It sounds as if a ton of bricks have been lifted off his shoulders.

“Say it.” Lance’s gaze snaps back to Keith. Keith, who has a desperate look in his eyes. Lance blinks slowly, then opens his mouth.

“I like, no, I love you. I really, really love you.” A tear slips down his face, and Keith quickly brushes it away.

In a flash, his lips are on Lance’s and everything else goes numb. He barely registers the sound of rain falling, or the cars rushing past on the street, falling into a breathless rhythm with Lance’s lips. Lance had frozen initially, but now was kissing back with more vigor than ever. His hands come up to cradle Keith head, Keith’s hands finding Lance’s waist. Soft sounds escape their mouths, until they pull away gasping.

“I love you too, you massive idiot.”

Lance’s smile breaks into a grin, so wide it almost split his cheeks in half. Keith couldn’t help smiling along, lost in Lance’s happiness, happiness that he shares.

Keith quickly pulls Lance in for another kiss, humming happily. Nothing could be more of a perfect end to a stormy day.

When the rain does let up a bit, the two boys run as fast as they can back to Keith’s apartment. There they fall asleep, listening to the sounds of each other breathing in sync with the pounding rain.

anonymous asked:

Making out headcanons for the boys 6u6? If only one is allowed, then Nevra <3

Here you go ^^


  • He’s not that very used to touch so make out sessions are a rather rare occurrence with him included
  • Usually happen during arguments as a mean of blowing off the emotions and boy are they great for it
  • Very often do you find your back pushed to the wall, bookshelf or doors, his lips on yours and his tongue taking over your mouth
  • Surprisingly or not he’s impossibly good with his mouth, knows exactly how to leave you out of breath and wondering what the hell just happened while he recovers from the deep blush in a faraway corner
  • It’s a rare thing for you to have a chance to take control of the situation, especially since every kiss like that is so wild you find it hard to think


  • They usually start from small kisses getting deeper and deeper until his tongue brushes over your lip asking for entrance, rarely the other way
  • He’s not forceful, rather willing to let you take over would you want it and guide you at such time if needed
  • His hands are always roaming, though not forceful either, he handles you delicately to not scare you away and goes rougher only if you mention you’d like that
  • Expect him to detach himself from your lips and move to kiss your neck at some point too, he loves seeing you squirm so he’ll do all he needs for it to happen
  • He loves to nip on your bottom lip afterwards or just keep you close just to make the moment longer and fluffy


  • The man had 0 experience before meeting you so the first tries are very clumsy and then it turns fun
  • He’s a man of action, not words, so his kisses perfectly portray his feelings for you
  • He’s the one in lead very rarely, rather prefers it when you take over unless he wants to go slow
  • Slow, deep and sensual, be ready to lose yourself completely in the sensation of his lips moving over yours, his arms simply keeping you close and giving you that feeling of full security
  • At the end you always get few small pecks while you hang in there simply dazzled
  • Tbh I headcanon him to be the best kisser out of the three

Is there like a tumblr that updates if there’s ever any confirmed lgbt+ characters in rw/by lmao.

Your Moods

This is the fault of every single one of the thirsty anon who came in talking about how the color of his head is the same as his mouth and how big he is. It’s sloppy (no pun intended) and quick and mostly written on my phone, but. Have at it. x

Harry has his moods.

But you have yours, too.

Sometimes, you just want to crawl into his lap and pepper his face with kisses until his dimples have no choice but to pop and he has to stretch his jaw wide with the threat of a bite to get you to stop (it isn’t much of a threat, though, when he nips at your jaw, neck, and cheek, and then he’s the one peppering kisses about).

Sometimes you just want a fight, and those are the days he tries to avoid you.

Sometimes you just want quiet cuddles because he’s leaving again, soon, and you won’t get the chance for this for a long, long time.

Sometimes, though, it’s one of those moods. It always catches him by surprise, because of its slow, simmering that he doesn’t notice until it’s boiling over.

It always happens at the oddest times, too. Barefoot, t-shirt, skin a little spotty from a weekend of alcoholic indulgences, and hair bordering on greasy because he knows he shouldn’t wash it often but he fails to remind himself not to play with it too much lest he transfer oils from his skin to his hair. He’s not at all the baby rockstar who prances on stage, grabbing the object of your desire in front of thousands of screaming, willing people; rather, he’s Ps and Qs and, “Love, where’s the– found it”, and, “I’m going to go pickup, did you want something while I was out?”

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