requested by myself because of reasons

anonymous asked:

Oh, what about Lance being kidnapped and the other Paladins are trying to comfort him(because for some reason he still has his phone) And he talks about how scared he is, leading to a Klance confession. Please and thank you.

kidnapped!lance has come up quite a lot in my inbox so this is kinda in response to all of those requests! (except the one involving lotor…. you know who you are :p ) hahah 

this one got a little long but also *satisfied gasp* i live for the drama

i just… *clutches heart* i love protective!keith so much

What it’s Like to be...

Hello tumblr! I have a very special announcement that I would like EVERYONE to read: I’m doing a “What it’s Like to be [gender/sexuality]” series and I want everyone to participate! My main goal is to inform everyone about all of the different genders/sexualities, and help those who are questioning. Each gender/sexuality will have its own post which will consist of submissions by you! Each post will have the flag, definition, myths/misconceptions, tips/tricks, and your experiences and thoughts!

Here’s how it works:

  • If you are a member of the LGBT+ community, send me a message or ask telling me all about what it’s like being your gender/sexuality. Everyone can submit! You don’t need to be following me, and you can submit for multiple genders/sexualities. You can submit on or off anon, one point or 500 points. You can submit even if you think it’s already been done, you think it’s an obvious point, or if you’re closeted.
  • Send me a message/ask listing your experiences, jokes, tips, myths, definitions, symbols, and more related to your gender/sexuality. There is no limit for submissions!
  • Send everything in by Friday, July 28, 2017. The reason it’s that far in the future is because I want time for a lot of people to submit. At the moment I don’t have a lot of followers, so I allowed myself some time for word to spread and submissions to start coming in. I will start posting on Saturday, July 29, and will continue until I have posted all the submissions.
  • Unless otherwise requested, submissions that are off anon will be tagged in their contributions as a thank you. You can ask to be tagged as well if you don’t submit, but I really hope you do because this can help a lot of people out there to get information.
  • If you remember something or want to add something after a post has already been posted feel free to comment/reblog anything we’ve missed! Please do not change anything if you do, but you can add to it.
  • Remember that each experience is different for everyone. That’s why I want so many people involved. When reading these posts, if you disagree with a point please do not hate on me or the person who submitted it.
  • Each post will be tagged as [ #what it’s like to be ] along with the gender/sexuality of the post and any other relevant tags.
  • Here is an example of what a post might look like:

What it’s like to be [gender/sexuality]

{Picture of flag}

What is [gender/sexuality]?

[gender/sexuality] means…

Myths and Misconceptions:

People often think or confuse us for…

What is it like to be [gender/sexuality]?

Your experiences, stories, jokes, symbols,  and more.

Tips and Tricks for being [gender/sexuality]

How to pass, where to look for good clothing, how to explain your gender/sexuality, showing pride while in the closet etc.

Contributions by:

Tag list of people who contributed off anon

Additional Tag list:

Anyone who wanted to be tagged that didn’t contribute, just shoot me an ask or a message and I’ll add you to the tag list!

I highly encourage EVERYONE who can submit to do so, and if you can’t please signal boost this! I hope this will be a huge success and will inform a lot of people about the LGBT+ community.

HOW TO STAY MOTIVATED AS AN ENTREPRENEUR

I believe motivation is highly subjective and that each person has a unique motivational catalyst. So this post isn’t actually written to motivate you (LOL). What this post will do, however, is give you 3 distinct suggestions on how you can generally stay motivated by yourself. These are based on observations made in my brief time working with entrepreneurs. Of course, like with anything, this is not a closed list.


1. Have Passion For What You Do:

You’ve heard this plenty of times, I know, it’s annoying to me too. But we wouldn’t hear it so often if it wasn’t so important.

Steve Jobs, when addressing a crowd at his alma mater, famously said “You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers.

Do what you love, and not in an airy fairy, kumbaya kind of way. If you derive actual pleasure from what you do, you are likely to be more motivated than the average person. It follows that people who do what they love will approach their work with a guaranteed level of enthusiasm. I don’t think this needs a great deal of explanation.


2. Find A Suitable Co-Founder:

Some of the best companies in the world were started by co-founders (e.g. Apple, Microsoft, Procter & Gamble, etc.). Often, a start-up is launched and maintained through a combination of expertise, which, for complex projects, is hardly ever held by a single person. Sometimes it takes 2 or 3 people to start a project. So the importance of compatible co-founders cannot be stressed enough.

Like with every endeavour, there will be challenges that dampen the passion. The honeymoon period WILL end, and co-founders need to understand their effect on each other because this can serve as the necessary spark to push each other forward. During a slump in motivation, if you don’t feel more motivated after speaking with your co-founder, he or she may not be the right person for you to work with.

Some questions you should ask about your co-founder - When you are not feeling your best will they be able to take control? Do they create a mood which is conducive to productivity? How do you feel after talking to them about a hurdle you are facing? Do they actually have the capacity to perform the tasks that are needed to drive the project forward?

To achieve the best results, be brutally honest with yourself when answering these questions. Based on your answers, you may need to make some changes.

I left the first business I started at University because I could no longer work with my co-founder. The person whom I had originally chosen as my co-founder because of his technical knowledge of the (media) industry became the reason for my loss of enthusiasm. I am not sure what the root cause was, but my co-founder started developing a habit of killing the business relationships I had worked hard to build (and other bad habits, which are best left unmentioned). In turn, our reputation as a serious business began to take a knock. But this wasn’t yet the issue. The real issue was his inability to realise his problem, and then act in accordance with such realisation. 

Needless to say, I was brutally honest with myself - I just did not believe that he had the capacity to perform necessary tasks anymore, so I cut all professional ties with him.


3. Figure Out Your Motivational Currency

I define motivational currency as: a positive response which fuels the desire to be productive.

For example, I run a consulting business. Now, as much as I love what I do, there are mornings which feel completely hopeless (because - life) and my reason for continuing has escaped me. However, my mood suddenly changes when I get up from my bed, check my mail, and find an email from an entrepreneur requesting my services. After viewing this email, I feel a new energy, a sense of purpose, which prompts me to keep going. I am motivated, and the email is my motivational currency. 

If you are an outdoor event organiser whose event receives good reviews on social media and in the local papers, such reviews are your motivational currency because they prompt you to repeat the amount of effort put into your work, in pursuit of the same or an even better response from your market. 

This type of “currency” is different for different businesses, and is usually controlled by external factors. We cannot determine when motivational currency will be forthcoming, but the more work we put in, the more motivational currency we are likely to receive. (i.e. the more good work I do for my existing clients, the more likely I am to wake up to an email requesting my services.)


Conclusion:

Staying motivated is, in my opinion, the most important thing for any entrepreneur. You can do anything you set your mind to with the right amount of motivation. Conversely, you can do very little without it. This is why it is crucial for entrepreneurs to find what motivates them, and have ready access to it whenever it’s needed.

So print this. Put it on your wall, and highlight the points which speak to you the most. Every time you feel demotivated, give it a quick read, and remind yourself of the ways in which you can regain your motivation.

As always, thanks for reading. I promise to make it a shorter read next time.

Different - Klaus Mikaelson // requested

Request - can you do a Klaus milkaelson x reader where the reader is new to mystic falls and he instantly takes an intrest in her and makes caroline jealous?? love your writing!

Pairing : Klaus Mikaelson x Fem Reader 

Requests are open. xx

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Originally posted by divine-trash


Mystic Falls. An unknown territory. Truth is, I never left New York. My parents sent me here to “better myself”. They tried to get me to stay with family friends but I shot that down quick. I’m 19. I can fend for myself. The only reason I came down here instead of bailing was because I might as well do something for them. Family is all you have in the end.

The apartment I bought was right in the town. As I looked from a window I saw town square and a bar across from my building. Smirking, I got dressed into a black tank top and ripped jeans. I grabbed my heels, purse, and leather jacket before stepping out into the cold hallway.


There weren’t a lot of people around as I across the street. And it was quiet.. Living in the city that never sleeps can be very loud. This was the exact opposite and it was kind of nice.

Walking into the grill or bar or whatever it is, I looked around. The door slammed behind me, catching some peoples attention. Music played softly in the background, and I arched an eyebrow. Is this really how people spend their time down here? I sighed and started to make my way to the bar.

“Rum and coke, please.” I asked kindly.

The man looked at me with a questioning look but made my drink anyway. Wow, they don’t even ID down here. I sipped my drink and scanned around the room. Not a lot of cute guys here. The man a few seats down wasn’t too bad, with raven hair and a leather jacket but I could tell that he’s spoken for. Him and brunette over there were speaking with their eyes.

The blonde one who made my drink was okay.. But he looked vulnerable. Reading people around me became a specialty of mine after years and years of boring family business parties. I let out a sigh before downing the rest of my drink. I turned my head and saw a man smirking at me. He was probably the best looking guy in the bar. From his smirk I could tell he was confident.

The blonde girl behind him didn’t look too happy, and stormed off. I smiled as he approached me.

“You don’t look like you’re from around here, love.” The man spoke with an accent. Accents have always been a weakness of mine, but I didn’t let it show.

“That’s because I’m not.” I grinned, looked back to the bartender. “Another rum and coke, please.”

“Put it on my tab, Matt. It’s rude to have a woman pay for her own drink.”

“Oh, so chivalry isn’t dead. That’s a relief.” I let out a light laugh as Matt handed me my drink.

“I like to think my mother raised me better than that.” His voice was smooth.

“Very well. What’s your name, stranger?” I asked, taking a sip, letting the burning liquid slide down my throat.

“Klaus.. And you are?”

“Y/N. Now that we’re acquainted, how about I beat your ass at a game of pool?”


Klaus ended up walking me back to my apartment around 11. I wasn’t drunk, but I wasn’t sober either. I could still walk on my own, but I had a giggly feeling.

“You can come in, if you’d like. It’ll probably be hours before I fall asleep.” I announced as I unlocked my door.

“No. It’s quite alright. Perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow.” Klaus smiled. He drank way more than me, yet he doesn’t even seem fazed.

I let out a giggle, “perhaps you will. Goodnight Klaus. You’re not that bad you know.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” He softly smiled before walking to the elevator.

Shutting the door, I stretched and started stripping. Making my way to the closet.


Waking up, it felt as if someone lightly traced their fingers on my bare back. Yet, when I opened my eyes I saw no one around. I stretched and probably let out the most sexual noise ever while I did it. That’s the beauty of living alone. You can make so many weird noises and no one will hear.

After showering and changing into my clothes for the day, I grabbed my keys and walked to the front door. I came to a stop when I saw a single envelope on the floor, as if someone slid it under the door. The writing on it was beautiful cursive. I opened it and saw that it was an invitation to a ball.

Holy shit, I didn’t think anyone threw those things anymore. Thinking it’d be fun I decided to go dress shopping. Flipping the card over I saw, written messily in the bottom corner, ‘Save me a dance. -Klaus.’.

Jesus, I don’t know who this man is… but he’s playing the cards right. I smirked to myself, and finally headed into the town. Walking from store to store I ran into the blonde girl from last night in a boutique.  

“Hi,” she simply spoke, standing in front of me with her hands clasped. I gave her an odd look.

“Hi.”

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“…Y/N. Yours?” I responded. I felt awkward talking to her, so I continued to browse isles. Looking at different price tags on beautiful gowns.

“Caroline.” She smiled. I will admit, she is beautiful.

“Nice to meet you Caroline. Can I help you with something?”

She looked around the room, “this might sound weird, but I’m trying to help you.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, just stay away from Klaus… He’s trouble. I should know.”

I smirked and looked over to her, “everyone likes a bit of trouble. Thanks, honestly. But I can take care of myself. It was nice to meet you, Caroline.” I smiled before grabbing a beautiful dress and going to the register.


The ball was at 7, however considering I knew nothing about this town I decided to leave a bit early so I could avoid getting lost. The gown I was wearing was black lace. It was straight and flowed to the floor. I had my hair styled up, with loose curls falling out. My makeup was natural, with a bit of dark eyeshadow to make my eyes pop.

I ended up pulling into the mansion around 8:30. Try to get somewhere early, only to be late. Story of my life. Walking inside, I saw so many people in gorgeous dresses and suits. There were waiters walking about with champagne.

I snagged myself a glass and wandered around. I tried my hardest to look for Klaus - or hell, even Caroline, but no luck. I’m never good at events like this unless I had someone with me.

A few glasses later, I stood by the staircase. Contemplating leaving or not.

“Save me a dance, love?” I heard a voice from behind me. I smirked and turned around.

“Surprisingly, I haven’t danced with anyone. Just drinking your free champagne. If you’re lucky, you might get more than one dance.”

“How come you haven’t danced with anyone? As far as I can tell, most of the men can’t keep their eyes off you. Including my brother, over there.” Klaus smirked, pulling me to the dance floor.

“Believe it or not, most guys are intimidated by me. It was like that even in New York. Which one is your brother?” I responded, placing one hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.

“He’s over there, by the bar. He’s the one staring and trying to find out a way to win your heart.”

I glanced behind me and saw him smirking. I let out a laugh.

“He’s cute. But I’m not really into the whole Peter Pan look he has going.. And plus, I’m not that easy to win over.”

Klaus laughed, “I’ll be sure to let him know that.”

I laughed with him before he changed the subject.

“So, Y/N.. What do you like?”

“What do I like?” I laughed softly, “depends. Are we talking about in general or what I like in men?” I arched an eyebrow.

He smirked, “either one.”

I sighed, “well, I try to like everything. As cliché as this might sound, I like clothing. I’ve been thinking about designing some. I love art. But not that stupid modern art, where someone draws a line and calls it art. I like classic art. Like the Mona Lisa or Creation of Adam.. And as for men, I like them to be brilliant. Sophisticated.. But still dangerous. Every girl has a weak spot for a bad boy.” I laughed.

Klaus lightly chuckled, and looked into my eyes. He stepped away, mid dance, and held out his hand.

“Come with me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him but took his hand anyway. He led me up the staircase and I grabbed another glass of champagne on the way.

Klaus opened up the doors to a room and I walked inside. As soon as I stepped one foot inside, I gasped. Paintings were lined around the room and a desk and easel was placed in the middle.

“Oh my god.” I whispered, walking to one of the paintings.

“What are you? Like a collector or something?” I asked, lightly trailing my fingers down a canvas. I heard Klaus chuckle from behind me.

“No, actually I’m an artist. Or so I like to think.”

“Are you kidding me? These are gorgeous. The way you blended the paints together.. It’s amazing.” I smiled, and turned to face him. “You have talent.”

“Thank you. That actually means more than it seems.” He smiled back.

Suddenly the door opened and Caroline stood there, looking angry.

“Klaus. May I have a word?” Her voice was cold.

I saw Klaus roll his eyes before turning to me.

“Please excuse me, I’ll just be a moment.”

I smiled at him and nodded, turning back to the masterpieces in front of me.


For some reason, the party ended early and Klaus never returned. I was walking into my sad, cold apartment when I noticed something lying on my bed. I threw down my clutch and picked up the piece of paper.

It was a drawing, of me. My hair was down and it looked like I was smiling. I remember that moment, it was the night before when I was kicking Klaus’ ass at pool. The bottom corner had writing and it said, ‘Hope you forgive me for leaving you. I’d love to see you again. You’re different from the rest. - Klaus.’

I smiled like a drunk idiot before falling onto my bed. I think I might like it here.


Hope you like it!! Sorry it’s so late!! xx

Bellamy Blake Imagine: Addicted

Requested by @jazminblake

Song: Crazy in love

Summary: Reader and Bellamy are the leaders of the camp and are really close. One day Bellamy starts avoiding her without any reason. Reader is hurt because she loves him and tries to find out why he ignores her. One day she finally makes him talk to her and he admits that he got scared of being in love with her.

Word Count:  2102


Originally posted by nancywheeleers


Y/N’s POV

I had never thought that a person could influence someone else’s life so much just by their presence. But now, after my life had completely turned upside down and I found myself on the Earth with another 100 delinquents, I knew it was possible. Somehow I had earned a leadership position which I shared with Bellamy Blake.

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I Hate You, I Love You | Montgomery Dela Cruz x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: It’s the first time I’ve ever written and posted an imagine for someone else other than Zach! But this was requested so, I hope you guys like this too. Warning: things kinda escalate quickly lol. Enjoy!

Request: Uhhhh maybe a Monty x reader love hate fanfic?

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Taking AP Chemistry was both the best and the worst. I do enjoy it, but it really is too much work sometimes, just like now. We were told to make a research paper and I thought that I could use my free period to get started, so I went directly to the library.

I picked up a few Chemistry books and made my way to the large table at the back of the library, away from all the students. I liked my alone time. As I turned page after page, a tall figure pulled the empty chair in front of me and rested his backpack on top of the table. I looked up from my paper and see Monty, who had his face buried in his folded arms, while his head rested on his backpack. He was sleeping.

“Hey. Wake up.” I whisper at him and he doesn’t move.

“Wake up, we’re not allowed to sleep here!” I whisper once again and he still doesn’t budge.

“This is a no-sleeping area! I’m going to get in trouble because of you!” I whisper-yell at him and kick his shin and he jumps up with an irritated look on his face as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

“Mind your own business will you?!” He snarls at me and I huff in annoyance.

“If you want to sleep, then sleep somewhere else. Don’t do it here, I don’t want to get in trouble when you get caught.” I reply.

“Why do you think I chose to sleep here? The librarian can’t see. Dumb dumb.” He says and I was caught speechless by his remark. A little hurt, if I were to be honest.

I shut my mouth and let out one last sigh to express my shock and disgust at his behavior. I just can’t wrap my head around him. One minute he’s as sweet as candy, and the next minute he’s just plain mean and arrogant. It has always been like this with Monty. He’s like Marmite, you either love him, or you hate him and I don’t exactly know where I stand just yet.

I continue writing my Chemistry paper, and once and a while I’d find myself stopping to take a look at the guy sleeping in front of me. He looked so vulnerable like that; his ears turning red, probably from the heat in the library. It was a hot day, and the air conditioning in the library wasn’t on full blast. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, his nose twitching from time to time, probably because of a dream. His pink, plump lips were slightly apart as warm breath escaped his lips.

The sound of the bell awakened both him and I as we jump back into reality. He got up, swung his backpack on his right shoulder and proceeded to walk out of the library on his own. He didn’t even have the decency to wait for me as I placed my notebooks inside my bag. I shook my head and continued to walk out of the library.

—–

The next day

Monty, Justin and I were on our way out of our Peer Communications class to meet our friends in the cafeteria for lunch when I had a sudden craving.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request RFA + saeran reacting to a MC self harming like how they would find out and react (sorry if this makes you uncomfortable and you don't want to this) I'm currently almost a year clean!

Well done, anon! That’s a brilliant achievement ^^. I’m over 2 years clean now and currently feel really positive in myself. I really hope I wrote these alright because everyone self-harms for different reasons and feels differently about it. I tried to sort of generalise it and I’ll put a trigger warning here that there are mentions of self harm and blood (Not detailed, though) ~H x

RFA with an MC that self harms

Yoosung:

-He saw it by accident one day at school
-You were both in science, doing an experiment involving water
-The water had splashed on your sleeve and Yoosung had kindly offered to dry it off
-You didn’t expect him to pull your sleeve up, though
-He saw the scars on your arm and gasped in shock, quickly pulling the sleeve back down so that no-one else sees
-You looked down in shame
-Yoosung was never meant to see that
-“I’m… sorry,” you apologised.
-“You’re coming to mine after school, right? I really want to talk to you. Why are you sorry?” Yoosung responded.
-“I thought you’d be upset with me. Or disappointed,” you explained.
-Instead of answering, Yoosung pulls you into a big hug as you try not to cry
-At Yoosung’s after school he asks you when it started and why it started
-You’re reluctant to tell him but he eventually has you in tears, spilling out the full story of when you started with depression
-All throughout, Yoosung hugs you close to him, rocking you and stroking your hair
-“You’ve been through so much, MC,” Yoosung said after you’ve finished, “I’m so proud of how strong you’ve been. But please- it breaks my heart to think that the most wonderful, most beautiful person I know would harm herself because she thinks she isn’t good enough.”
-You nod. You understand how he feels and you wish it was as simple to stop
-But Yoosung went through a rough enough time after hearing that Rika was mentally ill
-So now that he knows what you’ve been suffering with, he’s not letting the same thing happen to his precious girlfriend. He wants to get you professional help.
-And if you think he’ll be too shy and won’t
-Think again
-Because this boy loves you

Zen:

-After a while of dating, he noticed that you always wore long sleeved tops
-One day, it was absolutely boiling outside but you wouldn’t take your jumper off
-Even though you feel like you’re going to be fried alive
-“Babe, just take your jumper off! You look like you’re boiling,” Zen tried to persuade you.
-Your sudden, “NO!” is all it takes for him to confirm the worry he’s had for a while
-“MC, please will you show me your arms,” he asked seriously as he reached across the table to you and held your wrists.
-You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head
-Not today. You can’t let him see. He’ll think you’re a failure
-“MC,” he said so sternly that you jump in shock
-As you jump, his hands accidentally slide up your arms and scrape a recent cut
-You yelp in surprise
-And he doesn’t allow you to pull your sleeve back down
-When you face him, you’re expecting some sort of emotion but you didn’t know what
-What you certainly didn’t expect was tears
-“How long?” he asked quietly, maintaining eye contact and making you want to shrivel up in yourself
-“A while. Since before I knew you,” you responded, making him know that he had nothing to do with the mental illness you’d be struggling with for ages.
-“Does anyone know?” Zen asked.
-You shook your head.
-“MC, I want you to look into my eyes and tell me that you want to hurt me in the same way you hurt yourself,” he said sternly.
-“But I can’t- I don’t- I love you!” you argued, wondering how he could suggest such a thing.
-“The fact that I now know you did this gives me exactly that pain. Imagine how I feel to know that you would suffer through this alone, without telling anyone, hurting yourself in such a way,” Zen sighed, holding your hands tightly.
-You don’t know what to say. You’re not good enough. Surely he knows this
-“Please- we already lost Rika- we can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. Not after everything we’ve been through,” Zen cried, now fully letting tears stream down his face.
-“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I’m disappointing you.”
-“No!” Zen immediately interrupts, “I’m just worried about you because I want you to be well. Please let me take you to see someone. They can help you.”
-You didn’t want to see anyone- that’s why you hadn’t
-But if Zen was hurting, you’d at least give it a go
-“Ok,” you agreed as Zen pulled you into his chest.
-At least you had something to live for- your wonderful boyfriend
-Did anyone notice the quote I kind of took from Phil? It’s so beautiful

Jaehee:

-Mama Baehee sees and knows all
-She realised practically immediately
-Because she literally forced you to take your jacket off when you came to her house
-You were really worried how she’d react and if she’d realise you weren’t the support she needed and ditch you
-Instead, she ordered you to sit and talk
-“You can say what you like to try and get out of it, MC, but you aren’t leaving until I have the truth,” she insisted.
-So you cried and told Jaehee everything
-“What I think you need is someone there to promise you that they’ll always be with you and help you to believe in yourself,” Jaehee seemed to analyse.
-But then she shuffled closer to you and hugged you
-“MC, will you let me be that friend? Can I help you?” she asked, to your surprise.
-You were already crying too much so you just nodded
-So Jaehee smiled and started to cry too
-She looked so cute crying but you didn’t deserve her
-In fact, you wondered how many times you’d drawn a line of your own blood because you were ashamed of your sexuality
-But with Jaehee hugging you so tightly and promising to be there for you, you allowed yourself to imagine what a world with good things in for you could be like
-What if Jaehee did like you back?
-Oh if only you knew
-If only you knew how much it broke her heart to see that you’d caused yourself pain
-Jaehee wondered if it was her fault for not being a good enough friend
-It’s not, Baehee, you’re perfect and we love you

Jumin:

-It was whilst you were still ‘trapped’ in his penthouse that he found out
-He thought you were about to leave
-So he grabbed your arm to stop you escaping
-You know the Visual Novel I’m on about, right?
-And you accidentally let out a yelp of pain
-He let go go your arm and saw blood seeping through the fabric
-Forget whatever he was about to tell you- you were injured
-“MC, what happened? I didn’t- I didn’t hurt you did I?” Jumin panicked.
-“No- it’s not you. I’m fine,” you lied.
-He wasn’t about to let you pretend you weren’t hurt
-So he rolled your sleeves up
-And saw the lines on your arms
-And broke down
-“MC- I- Why- Why would you do this to yourself?” he asked, practically in tears.
-You just hung your head, not answering
-“It’s not me, is it?” Jumin asked with his eyes wide, “Am I trapping you? Is that why? Please- I’ll let you go immediately.”
-At this point you’re pretty sure he’d leaked a few tears
-“No,” you said calmly, “It was way before I met you that I started.”
-“How could someone as kind and beautiful and perfect as you do something like that to your body?” he asked.
-“I’m not perfect or beautiful in any way. I’m messed up. Really messed up. I just wanted to try and help you,” you explained.
-“And you are doing. So now I need to help you,” Jumin said sternly.
-You looked up at him
-And started crying
-So he cried too
-Jumin decided to envelope you in a hug
-So you just cried into his chest, feeling safe
-Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay at his penthouse forever
-When Elizabeth was around, Jumin promised himself that he’d force you to see the best counsellor in the world

Seven:

-He found out just after you’d started living in his house
-He’d told you he had something to fix on his computer but you were having a really bad day
-So to you, that just seemed like an excuse to not spend time with you
-He loves you though, please never think that! People love you and sometimes they actually just have to do stuff
-For once, he didn’t put his headphones on
-So he heard crying and decided to come and check it out
-Only to find you with blood coating your arm in a pile of tears
-He panicked
-And just runs towards you and hugs you close to his chest, not caring if he’s getting blood all over him
-You cry into his shoulder for a while whilst he just rocks and shushes you
-He knows the feeling
-Whilst he never self harmed, he was very depressed for so long
-And he knew what it was like to feel like you shouldn’t even exist anymore
-But without you
-He couldn’t exist
-Deciding it was best to tell you this, he starts to
-“MC, I love you. I couldn’t live without you. You mean so much to me. You helped me with my depression and now I want to help you. Please, let me save you like you saved me,” he begged.
-He’s going to do absolutely anything he can to help you

Saeran:

-I feel like he’d know the signs
-Because I’m pretty sure he’d self harmed too
-So he just asks you
-“MC, do you self harm?”
-“What makes you think that?” you answered sceptically.
-“Because I did for a while. You were what made me stop. Please don’t lie to me and show me your arms,” Saeran ordered with clear concern in his eyes.
-You show him your arms- it’s pointless hiding it
-“You’re going to come and see my counsellor with me,” Saeran said immediately.
-“No, Saeran! I don’t want to see a counsellor,” you begged.
-He grabbed you by the shoulder and leant down to look you directly in the eyes
-“I don’t care if you want to go or not. I’m not going to allow the person that saved and healed me to suffer herself. I love you too much to lose you. My life is nothing without you,” he told you.
-You hug him really tight
-And just wonder how you’re both messes
-Saeran was not going to allow you to help him as much as you had without him helping you in return
-He loved you too much to lose you

V:

-You were constantly thinking that you were nothing compared to Rika
-Sure, she’d been crazy, but V had loved her
-Probably more than he loved you
-V found out you self harmed when he accidentally walked into the bathroom whilst you’d just finished showering
-You had a towel wrapped around you but your arms were exposed
-And bleeding
-“I’m sorry- wait, MC, your arms!” V started to apologise before seeing the lines and blood on your forearms.
-You hung your head
-He was going to tell you that you were nothing compared to Rika- that you were weak- that you were weird for harming yourself
-But he didn’t
-Instead, he runs towards you, gently takes your arm and kisses all your scars
-“I made a mistake last time- I didn’t help her. I’m not going to make that mistake again because I love you so much that I will force you to see a therapist,” V told you.
-“But I don’t want to-“ you started to protest
-“I know. Last time I made the mistake of thinking love would be enough. I’m not blind anymore and I can see that despite me loving you, you need proper help. I don’t want to lose you. You mean far more to me, MC,” V said.  
-I’m sorry for the blind joke, really I am
-It suddenly registered in your mind what he was saying
-V loved you
-He loved you more than he’d loved Rika
-And he wanted to help you
-Finally- someone did
-And you loved him

Florida Is Good To You

Originally posted by illumeshawn

Requested by anonymous: okay you’ve SEEN the beach pics???? maybe a little something where shawn and his girl are at the beach and she’s ~fangirling over her boy bc hot damn?? and he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world :))))

Word Count: 923

Note: thank GOD someone requested this because I was going to have to write it myself bless, anyway, def not my fave writing piece and not very long, but very cute :)

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You were in Florida, and boy, did it feel good to be back.

It never mattered what kind of mood you were in when you got on the plane; the second you touched down in Florida, nothing but happiness radiated throughout your body. You never knew the reason why, it was kind of just the place that Florida was.

Shawn seemed to love Florida, too. He was care-free, happy, and not to mention, he took his shirt off…a lot.

Bonus points for you.

Shawn slipped his hand into yours, leading you through the airport terminals and to baggage claim. However, the second you two got to baggage claim, the few body guard’s and airport security stood there, holding back tons of screaming fangirls.

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After releasing the comic dub of the Overwatch fancomic for Talon Town, I was inundated with requests for a full Talon Squad version of “We Are Number One”. So after thinking of all the reasons why I didn’t want to do it, I did it. Because why not?

This features the voices of @hnilmik as Sombra, @totalspiffage as Widowmaker, myself as Reaper and Stefán Karl Stefánsson as the various backing vocals (that I tried to mimic and failed so I just used the official version)! And of course, this song is based on “We Are Number One” produced by Máni Svavarsson for the television series “Lazytown”!

If you like this, check out the full playlist of my Overwatch fancomic dubs here!

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Will You Fake Date Me? (Jimin Fluffy Imagine)
  • INT. Y/N'S HOUSE -- EVENING
  • Y/N sits on the couch enjoying a delicious bowl of popcorn. Her eyes are glued to the screen where a scary movie plays. Y/N's eyes widen in anticipation, her mouth ajar. She lifts a handful of popcorn to her mouth when-
  • JIMIN: Y/N!
  • Jimin barges through her front door. His small figure is illuminated by the moon of the dark night.
  • Y/N: AHHHHH!
  • By pure reflex, and not a hint of maliciousness, Y/N flings the tin bowl of popcorn at Jimin, showering her living room in kernels and nailing Jimin in the head.
  • JIMIN: OW! Y/N! What the hell?
  • Jimin massages the blow to his head.
  • Y/N: Jimin, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
  • JIMIN: Yeah, I'm fine.
  • After hearing this, Y/N proceeds to smack Jimin upside the head.
  • JIMIN: OW!?
  • Y/N: That was for scaring me. How did you even get in here?
  • Jimin plops himself down on the couch with a sour expression and his hands rubbing the spot on his head that had received yet another blow.
  • JIMIN: The door was unlocked. You know for someone who watches a bunch of thriller movies, you really don't take all the necessary precautions.
  • Y/N sits beside him and pauses the movie.
  • Y/N: Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on a date with 'Super hot as fuck' Irene.
  • Y/N tries to pull off her best imitation of Jimin when she says, "Super hot as fuck" but her voice comes out a lot deeper than his.
  • JIMIN: Why don't we just call her 'Super hot bitch' 'cuz it turns she only asked me to come out to make Taehyung jealous.
  • Y/N: Seriously?
  • JIMIN: Yes seriously. I just can't believe I thought she actually wanted to go out with me. You know to actually date me.
  • Y/N pauses. She doesn't really know what to say in this situation. She's used to always being the one sulking and Jimin cheering her up.
  • JIMIN: Okay you can stop with the pity stares. I'll live.
  • Y/N: You came to the right place Jimin. My shoulders aren't as sturdy as Jin's but they are here for your tears.
  • Jimin bursts out laughing. Y/N flings kernels of popcorn on the couch at him.
  • JIMIN: That was terrible. Thank you.
  • Jimin sighs.
  • JIMIN: As much as I'd like to stop holding back my tears, I came here on strict business.
  • Y/N raises her eyebrow.
  • Y/N: I'm all ears Agent Chim.
  • JIMIN: I want you to fake date me.
  • Y/N pauses.
  • Y/N: If this were a movie, this would be the perfect moment for a spit take.
  • JIMIN: Y/N, I'm serious.
  • Y/N: You're joking.
  • JIMIN: I just said 'I'm serious'
  • Y/N: That's insane. Friends don't just fake date each other.
  • JIMIN: How would we know? To us it wouldn't be fake dating.
  • Y/N: Jimin, shut up. No way, I am not fake dating you.
  • JIMIN: Please, Y/N, I need your help.
  • Jimin grabs Y/N's hand in his. He tilts his head and pouts his lips. Y/N shakes her head at him.
  • Y/N: Why? Why would we even need to do this?
  • JIMIN: I want Irene to want me. I want her to see what she could have had. What we could have been.
  • Y/N frowns and pulls her fingers away from Jimin's
  • Y/N: Why do you like her so much?
  • JIMIN: What do you mean?
  • Y/N: What's so great about her? I mean yeah she's pretty and all but so are lots of girls. What's so different about her?
  • Jimin pauses. You can tell he's thinking pretty hard about this. He slumps back on the couch and stares into his lap.
  • JIMIN: Honestly I have no idea.
  • Y/N: See? You want to do all this for a girl you don't even really like.
  • JIMIN: I do like her. I just don't know what I like about her.
  • Y/N huffs and the two sit awkwardly in silence on the couch for a moment. A few times Jimin starts his sentence to name something he likes about Irene but then falls back into thought. Eventually Y/N breaks the silence and says.
  • Y/N: You know, if you had just asked me to go on a date with you, I would have said yes.
  • JIMIN: You mean like a real date?
  • Y/N: Yeah, a real date. I kinda get how you felt earlier about Irene using you to get to Taehyung now. And its not your fault. I should of told you earlier Jimin. I like you.
  • Jimin's eyes are wide. He stares at Y/N who is looking down into her lap awaiting for his response. Eventually she breaks the silence again.
  • Y/N: You're my best friend Jimin and I would do anything to help you but fake dating you would be so much harder for me than you think because that's probably the closest we would ever get to becoming more than friends.
  • Y/N gets up off the couch and slowly makes her way to the landing of the stairs.
  • Y/N: It's late. I'm going to bed. You can let yourself out. Goodnight Jimin.
  • Y/N reaches the first step of the stairs when Jimin calls-
  • JIMIN: Wait!
  • Y/N stops at the step and turns around to face Jimin.
  • JIMIN: When you asked me what I liked about Irene, I couldn't think of anything. But when you said what you said right now, I asked myself what I liked about you, and there were so so many reasons Y/N. I like everything about you. Even the annoying things aren't that annoying. Y/N, I think I like you too.
  • A/N:
  • Hello! This is my first time writing an imagine in screenplay format. I tried to incorporate both into one and this is what we got. I really hope you guys liked this because this was a lot of fun to write. Also to the Anon who requested this, I'm sure this wasn't what you imagined but I hope you liked it all the same. Thanks for all the support guys! Thanks @limseoyeon
  • ~Armygirl

anonymous asked:

Ahhh, headcanons are open! May I request some HCs for Todoroki, Iida and Midoriya having an SO who tends to hug them and snuggle into their chest while they're alseep please? Also, feel free to take your time with requests dear! Better you are in good health and mind first!

(Thanks so much! Don’t worry, I don’t stress myself out too much over them but I’d still feel bad about not having new content for you guys to read! I can only post twice a day to make the queue last so I’m hoping I’ll have some more time to shove more things in there and then it’ll help me feel less bad)

Iida Tenya: Iida has a hard time sleeping when he’s next to you because of this reason, because he likes to sleep on his side and not his back. He, of course, doesn’t complain for a second because he loves you dearly, and the close contact makes him feel warm and safe. He eventually does get used to sleeping on his back, just so he doesn’t miss out on any cuddling.

Midoriya Izuku: Whenever you snuggle into his chest at night, it sends his heart flying out of his chest through the roof. He absolutely loves affection, especially in private, and would never complain about your snuggling habit. He’d adjust himself to make sure you were both comfortable before wrapping an arm around you and stroking your hair.

Todoroki Shouto: Todoroki was surprised the first few times it happened, but got used to it after awhile. He found it amusing that even in your sleep you would curl up on his chest like that, though he couldn’t say he minded. He realizes when you’re not sleeping with him he actually misses the contact, because it made him feel loved.

Guilt Part 2

A/N. Sooooo, this was so highly requested that I just had to do another part. (I also wanted to because holy mother of gods I’m so into writing this and I’m stopping myself from making it too fast paced and it’s so hard but yeah) But this will be the penultimate part, I’ve decided. I’m just so invested in portraying Draco as the character he really is - he’s truly a kind and caring person, but of course he’s got this dark side and idk he’s BEAUTIFUL AND HOT. But I hope you enjoyed this, and for some reason this chapter reminds me of ‘Famous Last Words’ by MCR, so if you want to give that a listen, go on ahead :)

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Slow Down {S.M}

requested by @ duhitzlizeth // imagine where you are saving yourself for marriage and you and Shawn get heated, and you tell him to stop and he takes it well

author’s note// yall ever worry that all those “i wanna kill myself” or “i hope a car hits me right now” comments gonna catch up to you cause tbh i worry that they wont 

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Saving yourself for marriage was always a thing you wanted to do. It wasn’t really for religious reasons, it was a personal thing. Not that there is anything wrong with doing it for religious reasons, but you were doing it because you didn’t like the idea of any of the repercussions of sex before marriage. It was just that you never know what can happen, and unless you’re married, it can be rather difficult to deal with those outcomes. So, just to be safe, you decided all the sexual stuff could happen after Shawn put that band on your finger. 

Which is fine, if you wanna do that or if you don’t be your own woman. 

Sometimes Shawn would ask if there was any way you would reconsider, not in a disrespectful manner. He was attracted to you, and he wanted to do those things, which is fine but he respected your want not to. And sometimes, he’d push those boundaries. Okay, a lot of times he would try and push those boundaries. Today was one of those days, but it was a little bit different. 

“I don’t wanna go out.” You simply stated when you opened the door, expecting to see Shawn in jeans and a shirt, but he too was in his sweatpants.

“Thank God.” He grumbled, walking in, kicking off his slides and going into your living room. You smiled, thinking about how lucky you were to have this fine man in your life who kinda got you and was more than happy to kick back for a day. 

“Do you want any food?” You called, walking in right behind him, plopping down on the couch right next to him. He yawned, pulling her in close by her waist. He grabbed the remote and turned on the television. 

“Wanna watch that episode of Scandal?” You and Shawn had been dating for four years, and people often teased you about being a married couple. Because you basically were married, honestly. You were both in your twenties, and he could propose anytime. He just… he just didn’t. You both had lives and careers, and when the time was right he’d pop the question. You knew. Hell, you watched a tv show together, who else does that but old married couples?

“I already watched it last night.” You mumbled, wrapped your arms around his waist and looking up at him with a begging smile, hoping he won’t be too mad. 

“Four years, four whole years and you disrespect me this way. You might as well have slept with Geoff.” He scoffed, pretending to be mad at you. You laughed, pulling yourself in closer. 

“I’ll watch it again. I won’t even narrate.” You had a habit of narrating what was going on. That’s why Shawn always complained about having to watch movies you had already seen with you because of that. 

“Jeez, okay. Not one narration.” He demanded, moving around, settling in as he pressed buttons on the remote to play the episode. “Okay but is it a good one?” He asked about five minutes into the episode. 

“That is considered a narration, my love.” You took his chin in your hands and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “You will just have to watch and see.” He groaned and grumbled, absolutely exasperated. It was entertaining, but he eventually got over it and watched. For about ten minutes. Then you felt his hands travel a little further south. You didn’t really mind, since he had done it before, but it felt a little weird, almost different. But you let him, his hands touching your butt just a bit. 

“Hey.” You leaned over and whispered in his ear. 

“Hey.” He whispered back, kissing your neck a little bit. 

“Mmm whatca doing?” You asked him. He chuckled a little. 

“I’m sorry I’ll stop.” He took his hands from your butt and wrapped them around your waist again. “I’m really sorry, I just….” He tried to formulate words to say what he wanted to. “I want to um… do things to and with you.” He said, halfway joking. 

“Shawn!” You swatted his arm with a laugh. 

“No, seriously, and its fine to want to and I really am sorry if I push you. I just, I just love you so much and I guess that’s the way people take their love to the next level sometimes and I understand you don’t wanna do that, and I respect that. Just tell me when I push things too far, alright?” He kissed your neck again, squeezing you tight. You craned your neck and looked back at him with a huge smile on your face. 

“Yanno I love you so much.” You told him. He shrugged a little. 

“It really is hard not to.” He breathed, earning him the second swat on the arm of the night. 

author’s note// this is so friggin short i rambled alot in this cause everything i say offends people and im just k i n d a tired of life and breathing and i am tired of the stress of life and i just wanna be able to sit and watch friends and open an aquarium god i want a milky way bar why did i write this it was just me trying not to offend anyone someone do me a favor and r u n m e o v e r w i t h a b i g a s s t r u c k

Take The Compliment

Originally posted by nestorquik

Request: Hi, I love reading your stories and I was wondering if you could do an Ethan x Fem reader where the reader and Ethan are best friend. The reader is super self conscious of herself and every time Ethan will compliment her she always turns them down saying things like “No I’m not” etc. Ethan can get really tired of this and out of no where maybe kisses her saying “Please stop saying you’re not beautiful cause you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen” or something like that 😊 Thank you

Summary: Fem!Reader can’t take a compliment. Ethan gets annoyed.

A/N: Let me be real guys, I’ve been going through a dry spell with writing lately. Sorry this sucks, but I hope you enjoy this flaming pile of crap anyway.

Wordcount: 732

Requests are closed for now, sorry!

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Friendly reminder that it is not okay to shame anyone of any path for wanting (or even, dare I say it, needing) compensation for their spiritual services. I’m sure I speak for more than myself when I say that we do sympathize with those of you who are struggling financially. Know what? A lot of us are right there with you (and it’s not for you to judge who is and isn’t enough in need). We sell our skills for many reasons. Not in the least because our time and energy has inherent value.

On that note, I apologize for this extra pinch of salt, but no, “you have a normal body, so use it” will never be an acceptable thing to say to someone who has just politely denied your demand request for free services. Honestly, how dare you assume anything about a person’s body? This just in: regardless of any truth or assumption, you are not entitled to anyone’s talents. You do not own a single diviner, conjurer, or advice blogger in this community. If hearing that upsets you, kindly return to the sewer system from which your manners were born because I have nothing left to say to you.

Anyways. To end this on a positive note, shout out to the people in this community who go above and beyond to encourage each other’s work in any way they can. You guys are awesome and appreciated. <3

Requested by Anonymous

AJKDHFK I am an idiot and decided on the gender myself because I accidentally deleted your ask, I am so sorry anon :’) but HERE IT IS~

I’d have to say that I’m not the biggest Ereri shipper, for many reasons but if these two had a child (if they CAN or if they’re CANon ehhe wink wonk) bOY OH BOY– THIS CHILD WILL BE CALLED THE ULTIMATE WEAPON OF DESTRUCTION HUMANITY’S STRONGEST HOPE HONESTLY

Ngl idk how would that Ackerman strength combined with Eren’s rage would turn out

If you want to request these types of drawings (SnK Lovechild), click here

Reblogs are highly appreciated! 

anonymous asked:

can u do a pharmercy prompt where angela smokes

It’s amazing that you requested this because after I saw this post I literally thought to myself “I really want to know what a smoking Mercy is like.” And I never wrote it because I thought it might actually be too out of character.

But now you’ve given me an excuse to do it anyway, so THANK YOU. <3




It isn’t a habit, entirely. She does not skip out in the day to come out here. She knows the medical ramifications, has studied them intently in school, and later, on her own; a morbid curiosity into her own self-destructive tendency.

Everyone has them, Angela reasons, why shouldn’t she? She is not an angel, for all she pretends. For all she hopes and aspires to. In her mind there is an ideal woman there: proud and strong and unbelievably kind. Angela endeavors, and she fights - as she always has. One day, she thinks, she may become the thing the world repeatedly tells her she is.

It is midnight, everyone is asleep, and she is sitting on the flat metal roof of the base in Gibraltar, mapping the constellations her father had once pointed out to her.

It’s the anniversary of his death - their death. The neural implant in her spine is dislodged by a fraction of a hair from a previous mission and it hurts.

Angela lights a cigarette, her knees pulled up and tucked under her chin and she accepts the pain of both these things as wisps of smoke float away, illuminated by the moonlight; there’s Orion.

The other night Angela had sat beside Fareeha and pointed out the stars, their significance - had talked about Greek mythology, a favorite subject of hers, and had listened to Fareeha recount what she remembered of Egyptian mythology from her time in school. Angela, studious to a detrimental degree and endlessly fascinated with the things Fareeha has to share, looked up more, learned more.

Angela breathes in; breathes in smoke, lets it burn her esophagus a little bit, thinks of how it is killing her a little more with each drag and admits to herself that she may truly love another person again.

It is terrifying.

It is terrifying because Angela cares deeply for life, in general, her friends in particular, but she knows that each string she ties to them, binds them to her, is a liability - the best medical professionals in the world are the ones who look first for results; last, out for the people around them. Statistically, their accomplishments are often more significant. Angela has always kept a professional distance - it is the best way she knows how to save lives.

Fareeha is a wild card. She is so brave and so loyal and so unbelievably beautiful, good, much more than Angela deserves. And yet she lingers; to eat lunch with her and invite her out to walk around town; to spend thirty minutes at a claw machine in a super market trying (unsuccessfully) to win trivial items. (Angela has the dinosaur shaped trinket on her bedside table even now).

Angela sighs, the cigarette is to the filter so she unfurls, presses it against the heel of her boot to extinguish what’s left and puts the butt back in the box, to be thrown away later.

Orion hasn’t moved, her parents are still gone, the pain at the base of her neck is nearly unbearable.

Perhaps nothing has changed.

Angela brushes off her pants, shivers against the chilly evening air and considers going back to her room. Walks there, in fact, but detours to walk further down the hall, to stop at a familiar door.

Should she go in? She has before.

Fareeha is undoubtedly asleep; Angela would be displeased if she wasn’t.

The door opens for her when she slides it. Fareeha, afraid of confined spaces, small rooms, does not lock doors. She has confessed this to Angela; not even bathroom stalls, she is especially adverse to elevators.

Angela removes her shoes, placed them by the entrance. Removes her pants and her sweater and folds them, placing them on Fareeha’s desk, so that she is standing in her shirt and underwear.

She moves to the bed, sees Fareeha there, sprawled out as she often is - the woman does not sleep as she had once assumed she might - curled into herself. She’s breathing through her mouth, her shirt loose, her hair splayed against her pillow.

Angela pushes her lightly and she stirs, she is a notoriously light sleeper.

“Hmm?” She hums, and moves slightly towards Angela. Angela crawls over her, lays in the space between Fareeha and the wall.

“Can I stay?” She asks, quietly.

“Of course,” replies Fareeha, wraps an arm around her middle to pull Angela into her. Angela is not always in this position, sometimes Fareeha hurts too, so they trade. But tonight Angela wants to be held and she is glad for it.

Fareeha buries her face in the nape of Angela’s neck and even that seems to alleviate the pain there (tomorrow she will have to fix it; tonight she cannot be bothered).

“I did not know you smoked,” Fareeha says eventually; it occurs to Angela she must smell the lingering traces there in her hair, or perhaps from her mouth as she breaths out.

“I don’t,” Angela says.

Fareeha squeezes tighter, seems to engulf her. She says nothing else and soon her exhales even out and Angela is left awake, feeling warm - so warm. Feeling okay.

It's Obvious~ Alex Standall

“Hey beautiful,” Alex says slinging his arm over my shoulders when he finally catches up with me and my best friend in the hallway. “Hey Alex,” I say wrapping an arm around his waist while we walk to my locker talking about random things. “So Alex what are you doing this weekend?” F/N asked while I shoved my books I didn’t need into my locker. “Well I wish I was going on a date with a certain beauty but she won’t give me the light of day so I’ll probably just spend my weekend chilling with her while being stuck in the friend zone,” he replies sighing, “but hey listen I gotta get to class I’ll see you guys later.” He hugs me before heading in the direction of his first class leaving me getting stared down by my loving best friend. “What?” I question.
“Dude he totally was just hitting on you. You’re the beauty he wants to date,” she says in exasperation.
“You’re crazy, but I’ll talk to you later,” I say walking away towards my class.
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Throughout the whole day what she said was replaying in my mind so when me and Alex were having a movie night later that day I took it as an opportunity to ask him myself if he was flirting with me or not though the results was a huge shock. When I asked he simply replied, “It took you this look to notice, god gorgeous I’m hurt.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me you like me?” I ask curiously as I turn to look at him. “Because why would I girl like you want a Fuck up like me,” he replied sadly. AN: I may do a part two if requested

anonymous asked:

I WANT FLUFF PLEASE, PURE STEVE ROGERS FLUFF

Here you bloody go, I wrote half of this whilst I was drunk and didn’t bothe proof reading so bloody ENJOY. 


Word count: 1952

Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters

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“Hey, are you there?”

My head snapped around from my book to check my radio on my bedside table—I wasn’t sure if I was hearing things or if Steve Rogers was paging me at 3am in the morning.

“Hellllooooo,” the radio crackled again—I wasn’t imagining it.

“Hello?” I answered quickly, my voice filled with curiosity—what the hell did he want?

“I knew you’d be awake,” I could practically hear him smile down the line—I didn’t have to see him to know that his stupid grin was plastered on his stupid face.

“Well yeah,” I rolled my eyes as I set down my book, “I literally told you this morning that I haven’t been able to go to sleep before 5am.”

“Meet me in the stairwell of level 12,” He completely ignored the fact that I’d outed him.

“What?!” Why the fuck did he want to meet in the damn stairwell? “Are you joking?” There was no way he was being serious.

“I’m being one hundred per cent serious, five minutes, I expect you there.”

“Jesus,” I huffed down the line, “way to be pushy, but yeah okay whatever, see you in five.” I rolled out of bed and shoved myself into my dressing gown, praying that whatever he had in store for me was worth leaving the comfort of my sheets.

“You better have a good reason for doing this Rogers,” I said monotonously as trudged up the stair with him. I’d met him on level 12 like he’d requested and he’d graciously let me know that we’d be walking up two more levels because our stupid elevator was down.

“Trust me,” he stopped in front of the door to level 14, “You’re going to love it.” He pulled out a key from his back pocket and I wondered to myself why the door was locked in the first place.

“So,” he turned to me as he shoved the key in, “this is where I come when I can’t sleep and I want to share it with you.” He opened the door slowly before standing aside so that I could make my way through.

“Uh—“ I could feel my throat run dry as I lost all sense of how to speak. “Um, yeah okay.” I was so nervous, I’d never had anyone share their safe space with me before and I didn’t know how I was going to cope.

My heart began to race as I made my way inside—I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but it definitely hadn’t been an indoor garden. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Despite only being dimly lit by lanterns the garden was breath-taking. There were vines covering the walls, bushy ferns in the corners, garden beds filled with almost every flower possible and most importantly, there was a lily pond, right in the centre of the room.

“Holy shit Steve, this is beautiful.” I just couldn’t understand how what I was seeing managed to exist, how had he had the time?

“Your favourite flowers are lilies right?” He raised an eyebrow as he took my hand—I almost jolted away, I hadn’t been expecting it.

“Yeah, wait how do you know that?”

“What?” he said as he sat down on a small bench in the middle of the room right next to the lily pond. “You think I don’t listen to you when you ramble on in the kitchen?”

“Yeah!” I laughed lightly as I sat down beside him, “No one ever listens to me when I ramble.”

“I listen,” he entwined his hand with mine again and I gulped uncomfortably. “I know your favourite flowers are lilies, that you’re afraid of the dark AND the ocean. I know that your favourite book is a tale of two cities and that you read it every night because you can’t sleep till early parts of the morning.” He used his free hand to nudge my face towards his. “I know that when I wake up the first thing I think about is what your daily joke is going to be, I know I think about knocking on your door every night and asking you out to dinner—“

“You what?!” I didn’t think he realised what he was saying, “Steve—“

“I’m being serious,” his thumb grazed over my knuckles. “I’m not good at this whole dating thing you know?”

I nodded sincerely, he’d complained to me about it a few times and I truly felt bad.

“But I want to try with you, honestly.”

“With me?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. I’d never thought about Steve in that way. I mean I’d always thought he was good looking, but I never considered dating him. It made me giddy to think that someone actually listened to all the stupid things I had to say—everyone else just seemed to brush me off, Steve never had and I’d only just noticed that.

“Yes,” he nodded, “with you.” He leaned over to fish out a lily from the pond. “So will you?” He held it out to me with the most innocent eyes and I’d never been so mesmerised by a man before. I was seeing someone in a whole new light and I honestly couldn’t believe I’d missed it.

I wasn’t sure completely, but the way he was presenting himself made me want to try. “I mean,” I admired the flower for a second before plucking it gently from his hand. “There’s no harm in trying.”

“Perfect,” he grinned, “How about I pick you up at 7pm tomorrow?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Three knocks on the door let my nervous stomach know that Steve was at the door. 7pm had taken all day to arrive and I’d spent all morning feeling like I was going to be nervous.

“Hi,” I smiled as I opened the door to a nervous looking Captain—who to my surprise was holding a bouquet of peonies.

“Hi,” he replied as he cracked his knuckles nervously. “I—um—got these for you.” He held out the flowers to me and I graciously accepted them before planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you—I might start my own garden at this rate.” I motioned for him to come inside as I trudged towards my shelves so that I could locate a vase.

He let out a small laugh as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. “Don’t think I’m helping, I’ve got a whole one of my own to look after and barely any time.”

I laughed—really laughed and I had no idea why, because his joke hadn’t been that funny. It was clear that things were changing and I wasn’t complaining, because I knew it was for the better.

“It’s okay I might just get Bucky to help out,” I teased knowing he would hate it.

He scrunched up his face “I mean sure, go ahead.”

“Stop it,” it was my turn to place an encouraging hand on his shoulder, usually that was his job.

“I won’t lie,” he smirked, “that made me slightly jealous.”

I laughed lightly “I could tell.”

“You know what,” he looked towards my TV, “how about we forget the dinner reservations, we’ll order some take away and we can watch any show you want to.”

“You’re kidding, I would fucking love that.” I’d never felt so relieved in my life—I hated dates, the thought of them made me nervous to the point where I was almost sick—I was surprised that I hadn’t already vomited.

“Perfect,” he grinned as he walked towards my sofa. It was times like these I was thankful that Tony had given me a master bedroom.

“Do you mind if I change?” I asked, already unzipping my dress, not waiting for his answer.

“Sure,” he gulped.

I smiled to myself as I flung the dress I was wearing back into my cupboard—I knew he was watching me.

I pulled on an oversized t-shirt and made my way over to the sofa.

“So,” I said as I plopped myself down beside him “have you watched stranger things?”

“No,” he shook his head, “but people keep telling me it’s good.”

“Wonderful,” I grabbed the remote from beside me, “you’re about to be shown a masterpiece Rogers.”

I’d fallen asleep at about episode 5 of season 1—I assumed that all the wriggling Steve was doing was because he was trying to regain feeling in his arm.

“Shit,” I recoiled, “I’m so sorry.” Trust me to have fallen asleep on my date.

“No!” he quickly stopped me, “it’s okay!”

“Are you enjoying it?” I smiled as I looked towards the TV. I’d already seen season 1 which was probably why I’d fallen asleep—that and the fact that I hadn’t had a good nights sleep, despite being shown Steve’s beautiful garden.

“It’s good—but,” he placed his knuckle under my chin and I felt a shiver run through my body. “I think I would rather be spending my time doing this—“ before I could gather what he meant, he was already crashing his lips against mine and boy I wasn’t complaining.

Everything about him was gentle and I just couldn’t handle it—I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, eliciting a groan from him as his threaded his fingers through my hair.

“Shit,” I moaned against his mouth as he decided to act with more urgency. We were like hungry animals—Steve Rogers was something that had been in front of me for so long and I hadn’t known I’d needed him until he was shoving his tongue down my throat.

“Please don’t rip my shirt off,” he joked—I really was tugging hard, my brain clearly didn’t understand he was already as close as he could be.

“I’m so tempted to,” I tugged hard again, just to show him I meant it.

“I don’t have expendable funds to buy more shirts to take you on dates—“ he breathed before placing a trail of kisses down my neck.

“Oh my god,” I sucked in a breath, “do not fucking do that again or I’ll literally rip all your damn clothes off.”

“Oh?” he had the audacity to do it again, but ten times slower.

“That’s it—“ suddenly I was struggling his belt buckle, but he was pushing me away.

“No,” he scolded as he pulled away. “No, no.”

“Why not?” I really didn’t see why it was a problem.

“I just—“ he turned away, “I’m sorry—shit, this is gonna sound so stupid, but I’d really just like to wait, I want this to mean more.”

I grabbed his hand, “stop it Steve, it’s not stupid at all, I get it I promise.”

“Yeah?” he turned back towards me.

“Yes.” I wrapped my pinky around his, “look, why don’t you sleep—we can finish the series tomorrow.”

“That sounds like a plan.” He pulled my head towards him and planted a kiss against my forehead, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight Steven.” I stole a quick kiss from his lips, my head feeling somewhat giddy at the fact that I was seeing him the next day.

“Oh wait,” he fished for something in his pocket and finally picked out a key. “This is for you,” he held it out to me, “your personal key to the garden for when you can’t sleep.”

Attached to the key was a small lily key ring and I swear I felt like crying.

“Get out,” I scolded as I grabbed the key, “hurry before I kiss you again.”

He let out a loud laugh, “goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Short Announcement and HC

How about the RFA reacting to a bitter MC since the RFA once remarked that they’re not trustworthy and MC took it to heart? And then the RFA attempts to win them over? I need the angst and fluff.

Hey everybody! Uh, sorry for the disappearance hehe… well, Admin Mazz and I had things to deal with in school, and I hope you can all understand that it can take a while to get back on track when it comes to grades! (The only reason why we were gone) We really didn’t plan on disappearing for so long… We really do mean it when we say sorry! And, I’m apologizing on Admin Mazz’s behalf, due to the fact that she felt too overwhelmed to continue writing for the blog, especially because she feels she can’t keep up with school and the blog simultaniously. She’s not gone forever, though! Don’t worry! She’ll be there to type the NSFW stuff, since I’m only here for the fluff ^w^ But! I hope you guys won’t mind me taking over the blog a little bit! It’s good to be back everybody! I’m planning on posting a HC or scenario once a day! Enjoy, Anon, and sorry it took so long! :D ~Admin Lily

Jaehee

  • Jaehee really didn’t mean any harm this angel is so precious and would never try to hurt someone’s feelings on purpose
  • But, she didn’t know MC at the time, so she said something that might have been unnecessary
  • MC just was trying to get to know Jaehee who wouldn’t want to get to know her?
  • “Hm, I don’t think I should tell you anymore about myself too much. You aren’t exactly trustworthy.”
  • Poor, sensitive MC untrustworthy?!
  • Well it’s not like she can trust you either, Jaehee! Don’t hate me for this angel it was requested
  • “Sorry for trying to be friendly.” She’d say coldly
  • First impressions are important people
  • Jaehee is so disappointed to see MC getting along with literally everyone else except her later
  • All because MC took her caution to heart
  • Jaehee tries to make amends
  • “Hey, MC! Been awhile since we talked, just us”
  • “There are reasons why” forgive her, MC she means well I promise
  • Jaehee would apologize for what she said, explaining how she “didn’t mean to hurt MC or offend her in any way”
  • She’s also explains that when they first met, she wanted to protect herself just in case
  • But, now she would like a second chance at being her friend because she sees how kind and genuine she truly is
  • Atta girl Jaehee how can she not love you
  • Well, Jaehee’s MC is easily moved by her persistence and kind words
  • And, after she’s been apologized to, MC forgives her pretty easily
  • Not best friends right away, but
  • Friends all the same

Yoosung

  • Yoosung is very trusting, so of course Mama Baehee Jaehee warned him of the dangers of a hacker, like MC, while MC tried to explain herself and he immediately became terrified
  • What evil plot could this girl be forming?!?!?!?
  • “Wat do yoy want!1??!” He’d ask, complete with spelling errors and all
  • MC continued to try and explain her situation, but Yoosung didn’t believe a word
  • Jaehee’s thinkin “this is what I get for trying”
  • Whenever someone would talk to MC, Yoosung would say “careful” or “watch out”
  • Of course, not being trusted and having things go against Yoosung’s MC would make her feel stressed, irritated, and frankly just hurt
  • She didn’t mean to get here, but here she was
  • Finally, things calmed down, but Yoosung, now paranoid, continuously called MC “untrustworthy” and told her “not to do anything bad becuz I got my eye on u”
  • my not-so macho man <3
  • MC shows her true self to everyone else, staying away from Yoosung to try and avoid conflict
  • He did think she was evil after all, and that hurt her a lot
  • Yoosung began to feel guilty when Jaehee started to tell Yoosung to tone things down
  • “She seems safe now. She seems nice and sweet, so go easy on her, okay?”
  • Maybe he overeacted
  • “maybe”, Yoosung?
  • He’d apologize for being so paranoid and ask if he could try again
  • MC, being understanding and sweet, she accepted his apology and agreed like how can she not forgive him he’s precious
  • But, she’d bring it up to tease him a lot
  • “Watch out, Yoosung! We both know I’m not trustworthy.”
  • “You’re still mad at me for that;;;;”

Zen

  • Well, of course, Zen’s a lonely little sinnamon roll
  • So, if he had known MC was a girl, maybe he wouldn’t have been as mean
  • When MC was trying to explain her situation, Zen wouldn’t have anything to do with her
  • “He must be a stalker or a hacker! He can’t be trusted! What do you really want?!? How did you get here???”
  • MC’s obviously an angel innocent and didn’t do anything wrong, so she immediately becomes frustrated, trying to defend herself
  • When Seven texts, “itsagirl” the tables turn
  • Nice goin there pal
  • “Oh… a girl?”
  • “Yes,” MC would send bitterly, “I am, and I’m no stalker or hacker!”
  • Of course, everything’s just a big misunderstanding, but Zen’s MC holds grudges
  • Once she joins the RFA, she literally ignores Zen’s messages all together and it lasts for a while
  • Everyone gets to know MC better except Zen
  • Especially Trust-Fund kid
  • Trust-Fund kid gets to talk to the cute girl, but he doesn’t
  • Like, no he won’t let that happen
  • He finally has had enough of it: “MC, you can’t ignore me forever! I’m apart of the RFA, just like you! Please, give me a chance;; I’m really sorry! I’ll make it up to you, princess! I promise!;;;”
  • MC tries so hard to stay mad but he sends a selfie of himself pouting
  • Of course, he’s too handsome to turn down
  • “Fine!” MC would say, “but, just because you’re handsome, doesn’t mean you can insult me willy-nilly! Don’t call me princess either”
  • “Yes, ma’am ;)”

Jumin

  • Okay, for being raised in a rich family, Jumin has bad manners
  • I’m not talking about table manners
  • I mean he has no filter
  • Like not even joking
  • Of course, he’s literally the most suspicious out of all of them since MC really wasn’t supposed to be there
  • Zen and Yoosung being adorable: “IT’S A GIRL??”
  • “Stop it, you too. Just because she’s a girl doesn’t mean she’s not here for malicious intend. She can’t be trusted.”
  • Um excuse me?
  • “But, I just saw this app in the App Store,” MC would try to defend herself, “and some guy led me to this apartment”
  • Jumin’s MC is literally afraid of almost nothing so she’s ready to fight if she has to
  • “You don’t even know me, I’m trying to tell you what happened!” MC would continue to say, “maybe I’ll just go”
  • The others Zen and Yoosung immediately went against her leaving because they needed to get things figured out like how she got there and what to do about it
  • She was in Rika’s apartment after all
  • Things eventually get sorted out, but when Jumin offered for her to join, she literally just replied, “not if you’re asking, trust-fund kid.”
  • MC ain’t scared of nothing you don’t openly insult someone like Jumin unless you aren’t afraid to die
  • Jumin’s shocked. No one has ever talked to him like that
  • “Well,” MC would continue, “I was told I was ‘untrustworthy’ and ‘malicious’. Maybe, I would make you feel unsafe if I joined
  • Goin straight for the ego
  • “Well, we don’t need you here. I know I’d be perfectly safe where I am because of my guards.”
  • “Aww, you need guard to protect you, Prince Charming? That’s cute”
  • Jumin’s talking to V like “I don’t think this is worth it”
  • V’s like “no, Jumin, she’s joining”
  • “…Look, I’m willing to apologize for my harsh words, but only for V because I trust his judgement.”
  • “Well,” MC would tease, “seems mostly genuine. Because I like your face, and I like everyone else here, I’ll forgive you and join.”
  • Um, okay? She’s strange Don’t lie Jumin you think she’s pretty cool
  • And, of course, he’ll have to admit later that she’s pretty amazing

Seven


  • Seven isn’t supposed to trust anyone like
  • He’s agent 707, Defender of Justice, after all, he has to always be on guard
  • He immediately becomes interested in MC, due to the fact that he had no idea how she was there in the first place
  • she must’ve been a really good hacker
  • “Hang on, I’ll track the IP…Huh? Rika’s house??”
  • Of course, MC was already suspicious for being in the chat, but to be in Rika’s apartment…
  • “Careful, guys, this person could be really bad!”
  • “Exsqueeze me?” MC would type, scoffing, “I’m not bad! It’s not like I wanted to be here tomato head! I’m just lost after this guy led me here”
  • Of course, Seven finds his way to your info and immediately he’s blushing MC is gorgeous how could he not
  • “youractuallycutelololol”
  • Finally, things get sorted out and Seven apologizes for jumping on her so fast, “guess you weren’t so bad, huh? Well, I’m 707, but you can call me Seven~! Guess we’re gonna be buddies now, right? ;D” he’d ask hopefully
  • Not gettin’ off the hook that easy bud
  • MC just responds, taking out her anger in her own unique way “hey, I just met you and this is crazy, but I don’t like your emoji… more maybe?”
  • He thinks it’s cute “Lololol”
  • “Who types ‘lololol’? That’s literally “laughing out loudoutloudoutloud… that’s like me saying rolling over fastoverfastoverfast…”
  • “;;;; I like my lololol! Everyone likes my lololol” she insulted the Lolol?! He thought this was true love?!
  • “But I don’t like you so I don’t like your lololol”
  • But he loves her already he has to win her over
  • Seriously, though, MC doesn’t really care, she gets it, but she’s just stubborn so she teases him for a while before finally giving in
  • ten puns later
  • “You’re cute, so I’ll give you a second chance”
  • Seven’s just like O////O huh?? Okay…