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An Unexpected Surprise - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Requested: Nope. Just an idea I had for a Liam imagine.

Word Count: 3,320

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of implied smut/sex, Teenage pregnancy

Author’s Note: It’s been a while since I’ve written a Liam imagine. I miss writing about my SMOL. I hope you like it. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by onlyateendreamerdiary

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

“Come on, come on, come on,” Y/N repeated as she paced back and forth in her bathroom while looking at the timer on her phone in her hand.

Two days ago Y/N realized she was late and bought a pregnancy test at the drug store on the way home from school. For two days, she had the brown paper bag with the test hidden inside behind her towels in the linen closet of her bathroom. As soon as she woke up this morning, she double-checked if the house was empty as her parents were supposed to leave early for a business trip. When the coast was clear, she took out the test, peed on the stick, and was now experiencing the most torturous three minutes of her life as she waited to see if the test was positive or negative.

Y/N’s phone vibrated as the timer finally rang. Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she grabbed the test and sat on the toilet. She silently prayed the test would be negative. She was never a religious person, but right now she hoped some higher power would answer her prayer. She was only a junior in high school and a werewolf. She wasn’t ready to be a mother.

She took a deep breath before she opened her eyes and turned the test around to look at the results.


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Can I just

Why does the fandom in Dear Evan Hansen just see Jared as some 2 dimensional asshole who ate a bath bomb once? He’s seriously so much more developed and interesting but I rarely see anyone even really talk about him. Sure he starts out as a pretty big dick bag towards Evan, he doesn’t even consider them friends. But Evan starts asking him for help and advice, as Jared so humbly gives (He charges Evan for it but that’s part of his character, I’m not denying hes not a dick I just think there’s more here).
During Sincerely Me Evan seems super focused on the fantasy hes creating with Conner, someone already gone and he could never even have the opportunity to be friends with. But Jared seems more focused on having fun during the song. He’s having a fucking blast fucking with Evan, he sees it more as them bonding while it seems like Evan sees it more as him bonding with Conner.
Jared actually invites Evan to come over one day but Evan says he can’t. Jared started out as saying he only talked to Evan so his parents could pay for his “car insurance”, but no is going out of his way to try and hang out with him because he considers them friends. (Theres also the part where they’re pitching the idea of the Conner Project and Jareds basically completely ignored and Evan just takes an idea Jared through out.)
During Good For You, Evan tells Jared that they need more emails to show Conner getting worse. Jared laughs a bit and tells Evan he “…should remember who his friends are.” Thus prompting Evan to ask “I thought you just used me so your parents could pay for your car insurance.” Then Evan says something like, ‘So I think you just want to hang out because you don’t have any friends!’ Which makes Jared super defensive and changes the subject telling Evan he could tell everyone everything. That’s also, I believe, the last we see of Jared in a story aspect. 

In short Jared starts growing closer to Evan during the whole Conner Project thing but Evan doesn’t seem to connect with Jared at all. Jared wants to become closer to him but Evans projecting all his friendship wants and needs on Conner and now has Zoe to be with. Jareds just left behind during all this but no one seems to even care. The fandom doesn’t ever address how fucking sad Jareds arc is. Evan choice Conner, the dead guy he never actually knew, over Jared who is desperate need for friends. 
Yes, Jared is a dick who likes to have fun, but he’s more than that. Also he’s always the one to bring up the “gay” shit and hes the seemingly trying to force it on Evan. I don’t even know if I headcanon him as gay but I don’t get why no one ships Evan x Jared but everyone loves Evan x Conner even though Jared said he could picture Evan jerking off so much he broke his arm~~

toxicphandom  asked:

I'll go ahead and toss the second one in so you can answer when ever you'd like, do they ever end up knocking bucky out to fix his arm like they were planning with tony trying to figure out a sedative that will work

Yes, although it takes a little longer than Tony would like. He wants to test the sedative humanely so he has to put it through a bunch of tests, and then he’s still very hesitant to try it out on Bucky because the test results say it should be okay but what if it’s not? What if he’s made an error somewhere? So he feels the scream he lets out when Bucky calmly jabs and injects himself with the syringe Tony had been holding is completely justified. “Hmm,” Bucky says. “Woozy.” And then fucking collapses in a pile of gooey limbs. Tony seriously considers kicking him before he hooks him up to all the medical equipment.

But, the information on the screens looks good. Good heart rate, if a little slow. Blood pressure is fine. Oxygen levels are… wonky. But that was normal and match the ones Tony had gotten for Bucky’s control tests. Being a literal fish out of water makes his oxygen levels fluctuate.

Tony waits until Bucky is completely awake and sober to kick him so the full weight of how mad he is is felt.

Still, they know the sedative works. Tony asks if he needs to call a doctor friend to help remove his arm and Bucky calmly replies, “Nah, Steve knows how to rip it off.” And then neither of them understand why Tony goes pale or why he can’t stand to be in the room when Steve actually does rip his arm off. “Humans are so weird,” they joke, not knowing that Tony has locked himself in his room to quietly meltdown and then have a panic attack.

“DO NOT TAKE THAT TO SIR,” JARVIS barks when Steve awkwardly moves in the direction of Tony’s room, holding Bucky’s mangled arm. Tony readied a biohazard bag and an oven to dispose of the arm and he directs Steve on how to use them. Honestly. These idiot fish.

Tony at least drags himself out of his room to help bandage up Bucky’s shoulder (there’s surprisingly little blood) and clean up around the cot he’d set Bucky up on. So he’s there when Bucky drifts awake. “Hey, honey, how are you feeling?” he asks gently, pushing Bucky’s hair up out of his eyes.

Bucky blinks at him blearily before smirking the smarmiest smirk Tony’s ever seen (and he has seen an awful lot of ‘em in his lifetime). “Better now that you’re here, sweetheart. What’s your name?” Steve leans over him, confused and concerned. “It’s Tony, honey.” Bucky tilts his entire body toward Steve since it’s apparently easier than just turning his head. He looks Steve up and down before leering at him. “Hey, gorgeous. What’s your name?” “What,” Steve says, as Tony nearly pulls something trying not to laugh. Bucky’s tentacles slither out to paw at them weakly. “My name’s Bucky,” he says, probably hoping for a sexy coo and missing by a mile. “Just so you know what you should be screaming when I fuck you, sweetheart.” Tony loses the battle and begins laughing slightly hysterically. Steve gapes at Bucky wordlessly.

(“How embarrassing,” Bucky says when JARVIS plays the video back for him. He’s not terribly embarrassed though. At least it’s better than the first time he woke up, when he’d looked around blearily and then very combatively asked Steve, “And who the fuck are you?” and then slapped him with a tentacle. Luckily Bucky had only curled around Tony and mumbled something about protecting him. Steve had been both relieved and incredibly offended.)

Always Halfway to Go, Part II

from the Holsom water aerobics AU. Part I. Read it on Ao3. 

Everything was not fine.

They get through practices easily enough to both their surprise. It’s early in the preseason so practices are focused on building team unity and assessing skill, not one-on-one coach/player development, and Adam can’t decide if he’s excited or nervous for that day to come with Justin. One the one hand, it’s awkward. It’s weird and strange and neither of them really knows what to do about it, but on the other hand…Justin is an incredible athlete. He can play right and left equally well, he tracks the puck and pursues scoring opportunities even in scrimmages. His previous defense partner graduated last spring but he’s still first line material, even if they haven’t secured his partner for this season yet. Adam’s not sure why they haven’t assigned Pointdexter or Nurse to him yet, but Murray is inexplicably set on keeping those two together.

One night, hours into watching last season’s tape, Adam has a frightening thought: What would he have done if he hadn’t been drafted? Would he have come to Samwell anyway? Would they be partners? Would they even be friends? Would they be more? The questions are overwhelming enough, but the impossible scenarios racing through his mind are enough to make him pop a vicodin and flop into bed with only a mound of pillows for company.

Adam has to get over this crush. He tells himself that before every practice, after every practice, when he’s alone in his apartment doing his stretches. He mumbles it under his breath as he carefully steps into the pool a week later, only stopping when he wades over to where Linda, Diane, Beth, and Tabitha are gathered before class.

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Auston Matthews - Part 25

Though I’m not entirely sure he wants to, Auston spends the rest of the afternoon helping me put together my bedroom, closet and bathroom. I let him take a break after he makes a small noise in the back of his throat when I ask him to move the shelf he just finished organizing to the other side of my closet. He’s currently napping on my bed with both my dogs sprawled out beside him, the traitors. I eye them a moment, Auston has his sweatshirt back on and the hood pulled up over his eyes though I can see his lips parting slightly every time he breathes.

My stomach growls and I still need to get groceries before the day is over. I glance at the clock and see it’s nearly seven already. I quietly wake the two dogs and usher them out of my room before going back to my bed, climbing on it gently so I don’t wake him that way.

“Auston,” I murmur, putting my hand on his stomach and pressing slightly. “Wake up,” I whisper but I know I’m being too quiet and gentle.

“Hey,” I say a little louder this time and he twitches though he doesn’t wake. I sigh and curse how cute he looks sleeping and I don’t have it in my heart to shake him awake. I sit back on my heels and eye him a moment, straying down to his pants and a wicked idea comes to mind. I lay beside him on my side and place my hand on his thigh, not bothering to being so gentle this time, his eyes remain closed. Slowly running my hand along his thigh I kiss his lips softly, he stirs slightly beneath me, no, beneath my hand.

“Auston,” I whisper again, my lips brushing his jaw. I push down a bit harder with my hand and make quick work of his button and zipper just as he had me. This time when he moves below me his hood tips back and reveals his brown eyes fluttering open lazily. “Hi,” I grin down at me him and he eyes me a moment before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

“What do you want now,” he mutters though he smirks up at me.

“I want a lot of things,” I reply, my fingers resting just inside his jeans.

“Name one thing in particular right now,” Auston says, putting his hands back behind his head.

“Ben and Jerry’s,” I say, giving him a serious look.

“I don’t think that’s the top of your list right now…”

“You didn’t say top, you just said ‘one thing’” I remind him and flex my fingers, his body responds automatically and I smirk.

Auston doesn’t say anything more though his eyes narrow and he breathes in deeply. I stop my movements and my breathing comes to a halt. That look… In a split second I’m suddenly beneath him and his mouth is on mine. Though I don’t think Auston realized how close to the end of the bed I was because the moment he shifts his weight over me, we tumble to the floor. We stare at each other in shock for a moment, a tangle of limbs and burst out laughing.

“Suppose there are worse ways to wake up,” Auston says, and I remember one of the first nights I spent in Toronto and saying those exact words to him.

I laugh again and climb off of him, helping him back to his feet.

“You can stay here if you want but I need to get myself some groceries,” I move to my closet and drag out a clean set of clothes. I hesitate a moment, eyeing Auston who is still watching me. “Turn around or go out in the hallway,” I shoo him with my hands.

“Really?” Auston asks raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, really!” I snap, my cheeks flushing.

“Y/N, I’ve seen you in a bathing suit, I don’t see how this is much different,” he says seriously and I consider it for a moment.

“That’s different,” I start. “Bathing suits aren’t an intimate item of clothing.” I walk towards him, placing my hand on his chest and forcing him backwards out of my room and into the hallways. “Be down in a minute,” I blow him a kiss and close the door on his annoying smirk.

I meet him downstairs in the living room where Auston is being terrorized by my two dogs bouncing around him.

“Coming with?” I ask him, grabbing my coat and purse from the foyer.

“Of course,” he says and I grin.

Grocery shopping with Auston is much like taking a small child, I remind him on more than once occasion that I’m shopping for me, though he pouts enough when I tell him to put a thing of muffins back that I set it back in my cart, much to his excitement. By the time we get to the checkout line I think that over the half the items in my cart are what Auston convinced me to get. Although he does make up for it by loading everything into the trunk of my car, again by carrying everything inside for me as I get set on organizing.

I’m surprised at how easy and comfortable it is being with Auston all day. I pause at the sink, rinsing the plates we used for dinner before placing them in the dishwasher. Auston notices and eyes me warily.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I just realized, I haven’t been sad or lonely for a second since my parents left me yesterday,” I say softly, turning and looking at him. “I was so sure that I wouldn’t even be able to function…” I smile up at Auston. “Maybe this was supposed to be my home all along.”

“Only one way to find out,” Auston says, nodding towards my backyard. “Ask your star.”

I blink at him, surprised he even remembered the conversation we had a week ago over the phone. I had been babbling about a meteor shower that was supposed to happen and somehow had gotten on the topic of the story my dad told me about Polaris. He gives me soft smile and takes the plate from my hand.

“Go on,” he pushes me gently towards the backdoor.

I listen and grab his sweatshirt that was still resting on the couch where I left it last night. Pulling it over my head and stuffing my feet into my boots, I step out into the bitter cold of a Toronto winter. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness, though when I can finally make out the stars in the distant sky my breath leaves my body. Being slightly away from the lights of the city had been high of my list of requirements for a home, standing here in the backyard I remembered why.

There’s thousands of twinkling lights above me, my trained eyes immediately fly across the sky, finding different sequences and constellations. When they finally fall upon Polaris I tilt my head slightly in consideration.

Auston looks up at me from the couch when I clamber back inside, kicking my boots to the side. He’s lying across my couch, head propped up on an armrest, watching the Habs and Bruins game.

“So?” He asks, watching me as I make my way over to the couch, perching on the edge by his hips.

“I learned one thing for sure,” I nod at him and he raises his eyebrows.

“What’s that?”

“To wear gloves when I go outside,” I say and before he can pull away or flinch, I put my hand against the sliver of his exposed stomach.

Auston lets out a hiss and tries to jerk away from me but his back is already against the couch. So he reaches down and pulls my hand free of his stomach while I erupt into a fit of giggles. Rolling his eyes at me he brings my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.

“You aren’t going to tell me, are you?” Auston muses and I wink.


I go to stand back up but he holds my hand tight.

“Where are you going?” Auston asks, tugging me back down onto the couch.

“Um, I was going to go sit over there,” I nod my head at the chair beside the couch.

“No stay here, Mitch and the other’s will be here soon,” Auston says. Earlier Mitch had been snapping both me and Auston and yelling at me because Auston wasn’t playing COD with him. So to calm him down I told him he could come over, he then invited all the others who play COD online together.

“And when they get here, I can’t do this,” he pulls me down so I’m lying next to him and kisses me, his hand on my neck. I respond and hook my leg over his, though this isn’t one of our steamy make out sessions, I just don’t want to fall off the couch.

Almost immediately lights flash across the wall behind us and my dogs start barking that someone is here.

Auston lets out an annoyed sigh against my lips as I laugh.

“To be continued,” I wink at him and get to my feet, setting off to wrangle my hounds.

Thirty minutes later there’s boys everywhere and I have suddenly become the mother to seven grown men. They all brought their own food, and some for Auston and I wish we both already ate but we don’t tell them that, so there is a mess of food on my coffee table and one of my dogs already stole someone’s biscuit.

Morgan and Mitch are arguing over by the T.V, trying to get their game system that they decided my house needed set up. I had asked them why I would need it and they all had looked at me like I was an idiot.

“So we can play here…” Morgan had said slowly like I needed time to process his words.

“Did I say you could play here?” I had retorted and a silence had fallen over the room, they looked at each other like they hadn’t considered it. Auston then looked up at me from his place on the couch.

“Can we play here?” He asked and a wave of heads turned to look at me, my face flushed.

“Yes, you can play here,” I muttered and I had busied myself with forcing a paper towel into Mitch’s hand, he already have spilled something down the front of his shirt and he was sitting on my favorite rug. Like I said, literally a mother to seven man boys.

“And so Auston can play here when he’s shack-,“ Will starts and I throw a dagger look at him.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” I say to him and he smirks.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he says shoving a forkful of food into his mouth, all the while grinning at me.

I glance at the clock and see it’s nearly 10:30 already.

“Isn’t it past your bedtimes?’ I ask the room and Morgan pipes up.

“Hold up, I’m older than you. You adopted Mitch and Will when you started dating Auston so you can only boss them around.”

My face reddens at the word “dating” is that what we are doing? Auston and I hadn’t talked about it and it’s not like he asked me to be his girlfriend. Though we did say we were exclusive. My mind whirls a thousand miles an hour and Morgan frowns at me.

“Uh I was just kidding…” he says slowly and I realize I must look offended or something.

“Oh no, I was too, I just… uh…” I look anywhere but at Auston.

“Are you not dating? Did I make something awkward?” Morgan asks, his eyes flashing between Auston and I and I want to fall into the floor and disappear.

“I uh…” I stutter. “I’m going to take a…” I point to the stairs and back towards them, trying to keep my face calm and clear before turning and bolting up them. Feeling Auston’s eyes on me the entire way.

Mitch POV

Everyone stares at Y/N’s retreating back as she scrambles up the stairs.

“Nice one, Morgan,” I snap at him. “First time you meet her and you pissed her off already. New record,” I lean back against the couch as I finally get the system working on Y/N’s T.V.

“I didn’t mean to!” Morgan retorts and looks at Auston.

“Are you not dating? I honestly thought you were,” he tries to defend himself, his eyes flashing to the stairs again.

“Well, I mean… I think so,” Auston stammers, looking at me like it’s a question.

“What do you mean you think so?” I ask him, and the controller is ripped from my hands by Zach, who has little interest in the current conversation.

“I guess we never said it but I thought we were…”

“Dumbass,” Morgan says and I nod in agreement.

“Doesn’t look like she thinks that, Matts,” I say, taking the controller back from Zach while he isn’t looking.

Auston looks a little lost at what he’s supposed to do, his face clearly showing his confusion. I hear the water turn on upstairs, which I assume means Y/N is taking a shower.

“Good luck, buddy,” is all I say to him. Auston rubs his face with his hand which is what he usually does when he’s stressed.

Though he stands and makes his way to the stairs, but not before hitting Morgan over the head with the back of his hand as he passes by.


I take my time in the shower, letting all the hot water rinse away the stress and tears that I’ve shed the last few days while moving. By the time I turn off the water my bathroom is steamed up and my skin is a slight pink. I wrap myself in a towel and step out into my bedroom, I’m halfway to my closet before I realize there is someone sitting on my bed.

Squealing, I clutch the towel even tighter around myself. Auston looks up from where he had been staring at the floor and meets my eyes. To my surprise his gaze never falls down to my towel.

“What are you doing?” I finally manage to get out, my heart calming down against my ribs.

“I wanted to talk to you about what Morgan said,” he says simply, looking back down at his hands and I’m guessing it’s so he doesn’t let his gaze slip to my towel.

“While I’m naked?” I ask, one of my hands darting down to my leg to make sure the towel is actually covering all of me.

“That was an unexpected bonus,” Auston admits, his eyes flashing to me for just a moment and my cheeks warm.

I glance at my closet but I don’t want to wait Auston wait any longer to say what he wants, he looks like his head might explode. Hesitantly, I make my way to the bed and after being positive that I can sit modestly, I lower myself down next to him.

“So talk,” I say.

Auston shifts next to me, looking comfortable.

“I was under the impression that we were…” he starts and I think I hear embarrassment in his voice. “I thought that we were, you know… together…” he rubs the back of his head.

“I was under the impression that you can only say you’re with someone is if you actually ask them,” I say right back.

Auston shifts again next to me and looks at me at a loss of words. I wait, not saying anything.

“Right now?” He asks incredulously.

“Ask me,” I whisper.

“Wanna be my girlfriend?’ he asks awkwardly and I erupt into a fit of giggles.

“Mitch is going to hate me now,” I say through my giggles and he rolls his eyes at me.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” he says and then his eyes flash down to my legs and I realize my movement from laughing made my towel slide up, exposing the tops of my thighs. I quickly reach down and pull my towel back down.

“Look at that, I call you my girlfriend and you’re already naked,” he smirks at me and I swat his arm.

“I may be naked but your best friends are downstairs. So, you go back down there and I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I tap his nose with my finger and stand up.

“But…” Auston starts and I cut him off with a quick kiss.

“Later,” I whisper against his lips.

Auston pouts for a moment before standing and shuffling to the doorway, giving me one last longing look before closing the door behind him. I wait until I hear the top stair creak before jumping around my room like a giddy high school girl.

earlsleg  asked:

“I may have accidentally said something and now my whole family kind of thinks we’re dating. Oops.” Jimon pls

“Simon,” Jace says, appearing in Simon’s window sill. It has happened enough times now that Simon can suppress his scream of terror.

He clutches at his chest regardless, “A door, Jace. This house has a door. You might want to use it sometime.”

“You have vampire hearing,” Jace counters, frowning, “Shouldn’t you hear me coming?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Simon says, waving his hand around dismissively. “You’ve been invited to dinner tomorrow night, by the way.” He continues, swiftly changing the topic.

Jace’s frown deepens. “Dinner? Where? With who?”

“With my mother and sister,” Simon says, “Turns out you’re not as sneaky as you think you are. I may have panicked, and now my whole family thinks we’re dating.” Jace’s face goes through a series of emotions. “Whoops?” Simon adds, belatedly.

“You told my family we’re dating?” Jace says. His expression has landed on something quite unreadable.

Simon shrugs. “What else was I supposed to tell them? You sneak in through my window. Oh, no, that’s just Jace. He’s a Shadowhunter, and sometimes he likes to come to me for help. Also, I’m a vampire. Surprise!”

“Good point,” Jace says. “Am I going to have to kiss you?”

“What?” Simon asks, floundering. “No, I, what? Are you seriously considering going?”

Jace shrugs. “I have been invited, haven’t I?”

“I guess?” Simon squeaks. He wasn’t expecting Jace to actually take the invitation.

“Cool,” Jace says, “See you tomorrow.” He hesitates for a second, then jerkily moves forward to press a kiss on Simon’s forehead, and disappears out the window.

Simon watches him leave, utterly confused and slightly sexually frustrated. Sometimes, he really, really hates his life.

fluffy-not-chubby  asked:

Hi, hi, hi!! Your Snapchat hc was awesome!!!💞 I found Jumin's the best lololol anywho, I see your requests are open +_+ can I request a hc for Saeyoung opening a toy shop and how the RFA+minor trio(if you're okay with that) would help out? I was rewatching/reading his ending last night and read the part where in his dream he had opened a toy shop and thought it was cute. I hope this is alright! Thanksh!

RFA (+ Minor Trio) Reacting to Saeyoung’s Toy Shop

Note: Aww, thank you so much for the support on my Snapchat HC. Hope you enjoyed this, it’s a mix of shitposting and actual seriousness - let’s be honest, some of these shenanigans would occur.


✰ - He applied to work here, and after an hour of dealing with Seven′s dumb requests, quit.

✰ - If you’re wondering what those requests were, they were something along the lines of “Organize them from most dangerous to least dangerous” or “Organize them from most memeworthy to least memeworthy.”

✰ - Probably wastes a lot of his money here, because Seven′s toys are actually really cool. (Oh my god is that a mini working motorcycle for your figurines? I’ll take two.)

✰ - He tried kicking V out of the store when he worked there, accusing him of robbing the place because he took a business card.

✰ - Eats all of the complementary mints at the front counter without hesitation.

✰ - Sometimes he argues with Seven about the prices, although in the end, he ends up paying more than the original price was.


✰ - There’s actually a lot of his themed merchandise at the toy store, compliments of Seve, although some of it is questionable.

✰ - He’s fine with the doll version of him and it’s many princely outfits, hell, you can even get a little brush to brush his ~beautiful~ rat tail hair.

✰ - Doesn’t like the mask version of him, it looks really creepy and who in the right mind would wear a mask version of him?

✰ - Then, there’s the clip-on ponytail that’s supposed to mimic his beautifully long rat tail locks. He still doesn’t have any comments on that.

✰ - Sometimes he’ll autograph the ZEN merchandise, but Seven actually just auctions that off on his eBay account.

✰ - Is outraged when he sees that there are Elizabeth the 3rd plushies in the same store he sells his merchandise, and requests that they are at least “12 tiles away from his section.”

✰ - On occasion he’ll stop by the store to greet fans, and tweet about meet and greets he’ll have there, it brings up his popularity and awareness about Seven′s store.


✰ - She definitely helps out with the behind the scenes work, and counts stock, and reviews polls for which toys Seven should add to the shop. 

✰ - The main reason she helps out at the toy store is because of free items there, and will literally take all of the ZEN items.

✰ - Will ask if he thinks about turning his store into a franchise or if he’ll consider mass producing his items, but after he declines, agree that it’s just a nice family owned store.

✰ - Helps print out business cards for him, and tries to keep the store professional, such as setting store hours that are within reason. “No, Saeyoung, 4:20am to 6:09pm is not appropriate for children.”

✰ - Unfortunately has to maintain all of Jumin’s Elizabeth the 3rd projects, and discuss seriously about them with Seven.

✰ - She sets up a suggestion box for new items, and proceeds to write a bunch of ideas for ZEN products.


✰ - Invests a lot of money in the Elizabeth the 3rd products, and really wants to get them mass produced - after buying a case of each item for himself.

✰ - Has asked if Elizabeth the 3rd could come in for a toy signing, but thought against it once realizing she’d be within a hundred yards of Seven. (Also, she has no thumbs.)

✰ - Often tries to get Seven to collaborate with C&R, and eventually gets him to run a special toy section of the company, although Jumin only makes money off of the Elizabeth the 3rd product.

✰ - Advertises for the store, all over C&R International. He took down the out of order sign on the bathroom, just to put up the flyer.

✰ - One time, when he was in there, a little kid asked him “How’s the weather up there?” Of course, he was confused. When asking Seven about it, apparently the kid was making fun of him. (Jaehee: “No, Mr. Han, you cannot sue a ten year old.”)

707 [BONUS]

✰ - Literally everything in the store is homemade - by him. Except for things that have multiples, such as the Elizabeth or Zen items, he gets Tom to manufacture those. 

✰ - Contributed 50% to the toy shop name, “Choi’s Toys” (He came up with the Toys part, he’s a creative genius.)

✰ - He put out a tip jar at the front desk, but nobody has even put a coin in there. He feels slightly offended.

✰ - There are like two bad reviews online by angry moms who are complaining about his toys being “overpriced and hazardous.” Let’s just say that he changed those to, “Great deals and very kid-friendly!”

✰ - The majority of the profit is going towards his wedding with MC, as well as their honeymoon. The rest is going towards buying a new car.

V [He got the eye surgery!]

✰ - He loves taking photos of the children with the toys, grinning while holding up their homemade cat robot.

✰ - For his next exhibition, he dedicates it to both Saeyoung and Saeran, with the many photos of the shop and the happy faces of children - as well as the RFA inside the shop.

✰ - V runs the facebook page for the shop, littering it with beautiful photos and information about new items. Although, is often told to make things seem more exciting.

✰ - As a gift in honor of the store opening, he creates the flyers using his creative touch!

✰ - Doesn’t understand why Yoosung thinks that taking a store business card is stealing - the sign literally says, “Please take one.”


✰ - He’s the other creative genius, coming up with pairing, Choi and Toys. (They are twins, after all.)

✰ - On holidays, he’ll take some of the toys to the local orphanage and hands them out to many of the children - he doesn’t want them to feel underprivileged as he did as a child.

✰ - He helps work at the shop, but despises being the cashier. So, whenever he’s asked to work the register, he hides behind the counter or changes the sign to say he’s on break.

✰ - Those rare moments where he’s actually working the register,  Saeran gives back more change than he should. On purpose, because he knows how pricy his brother’s toys can get.

✰ - Whenever someone puts money in the tip jar, he pockets it, to annoy Saeyoung, but still puts the money in the fund for the wedding. He’s secretly excited to be the best man.

✰ - Doesn’t like the kid’s radio station that plays throughout the store, and is not afraid to change it to something hardcore and emo  like My Chemical Romance or All Time Low.

✰ - Gets mad when Moms complain that the music isn’t appropriate. “I’m not listening to the damn alphabet song on loop.”


✰ - Ever since they lost their job at the agency, they work as the custodian of the store. Really despises it. REALLY.

✰ - One time, a child had an accident on the floor, and they threatened to taze the poor child. Then, the kid began to cry, and the mother began to yell at Vanderwood. 

✰ - Deathly afraid of angry defensive mothers, but is totally okay with yelling at a dad, defensive or otherwise. 

✰ - Sometimes he sees kids put things back on the wrong shelves, and isn’t having any of it. “Put that back where you got it.” If they had glasses, you can expect the librarian look.

✰ - Also despises the childish radio that is played, and fully supports Saeren in playing anything else. 

Warren Worthington

(I needed something to occupy my mind. I haven’t been feeling all that well these past few weeks, so writing this was a good outlet. I listened to Colors (Stripped) by Halsey to write this. I should have a Ward Meachum fic up by the end of the week. Anyway, I hope whoever reads this enjoys, and feedback would be greatly appreciated!)

Warnings: Slight swearing, alcohol and blood mention.

Word count: 4k


This is hard.

But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it earlier on.

It would have been easier though.

With the people in charge of the fight club out looking for him, he knew they’d kill anyone including you to get to him.

They wouldn’t want anyone interfering with getting one of their best fighters back.

You had stumbled across him in an alleyway after he had gotten into a fight with a group of men who were looking for trouble.

They had found it.

In the haze of cigarette smoke flowing down from the open window of the building above you and the dim blue light pouring out onto the street as you were walking home, you saw the silhouette of what looked like a pair of wings.

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The snowball part 11

hey! sorry for the late update, just started uni and things are getting hectic and stressful, thanks for everyone’s patience :) xx

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The remainder of dinner passed solemnly as everyone tried and failed to think of ideas that would allow the Illyrians to stay on their land.

Feyre could feel Rhy’s watchful eyes on her as she poked at her spaghetti, twirling it around on her fork and watching it slowly drip back into the bowl, over and over. She couldn’t understand how Tamlin was even considering helping such a vile company. Lucien had been against it but mentioned that Hybern was offering Tamlin a deal too good to refuse, but at what cost to the Illyrians?

When Feyre looked up Rhys was still watching her. He quirked an eyebrow at her. Tell me what you’re thinking. He seemed to ask. 

In response, Feyre downed the glass of wine Rhys had bought her, and turned to face the group, “I think I know who that single, wealthy investor is.”

Rhys and Mor looked at each other in silent agreement as if Feyre was confirming something they already had guessed, but it was Cassian who asked, “Well tell us.”

“A few weeks ago Tamlin grew… more agitated than usual-”

Mor snorted, “You mean he wasn’t always so delightful and charming?”

Feyre’s face burned in shame and Rhys shot Cassian and Azriel a warning glare as they snickered at Mor’s comment. Underneath the table, Rhys nudged his knee alongside Feyre’s gently, “Go on.” He urged. 

“Lucien said it was because he was working with a new business partner, later on I found out it was Hybern’s company.”

“You say that as if you’ve met the man.” Azriel said.

“I have.” Feyre said, shocking them all.

“When?” Rhys asked quietly.

“Not long ago, he was at our-” Feyre caught herself before quickly amending,  “Tamlin’s house.”

“Of course those two are best buds.” Cassian said.

“He didn’t seem like he wanted to take the deal. But Hybern was making it worth his while.” Feyre countered. 

“Well at least we know how to get to Hybern’s greatest investor.” Azriel was looking intently at Feyre.

“Az.” Mor warned before Rhys quickly interrupted.

“You want to use Feyre as leverage?” 

“Of course not Rhys, I just meant that Tamlin will listen to Feyre. She can try and convince him to withdraw from the plans.”

“But that would mean Feyre has to be near Tamlin again, and like that will happen any time soon.” Amren said. 

Rhys nodded his approval. Feyre could barely sit still while the others made plans about how to sway Tamlin without involving her.

“I’ll do it. If it means protecting these people.” Feyre interrupted quietly.

“Feyre-” Mor began before Rhys silenced her with a look.

“It’s your decision Feyre, but at least think it over first?”

“I have thought it over. I want to do this.”

“I don’t like this Rhys.” Mor said, crossing her arms.

“I never said we’d let her go alone. We can ask him to meet her in public. We can all be nearby just in case. She needs to talk with him anyway, we can’t go on hiding her forever.”

“I agree. Feyre should be able to go back to work, or anywhere in town for that matter, without having to look over her shoulder.” Azriel added.

Feyre nodded at them all, “I’ll ask him to meet me tomorrow.” When she saw Mor anxiously biting her nails across from her she leaned over to grip her hand. “I’ll be fine.” 

“Still. I wish Cassian had already taught you a few boxing lessons.” Mor grumbled.

“It’s not too late.” Cassian said with a devilish smile.

“Cassian it’s nearly 7, let the poor girl sleep.” Amren argued.

“I’ve had enough sleep. I want to learn.” Feyre said earnestly.

Rhys’ eyes twinkled with mischief. “Now this sounds fun.”

Amren and Mor went back home while Feyre once again climbed onto the back of Rhys’ motorcycle. Cassian and Azriel would meet them at the house for Feyre’s first lesson. 

Feyre strode up to the bike confidently and let no fear show on her face as Rhys revved the engine teasingly. 

“There was not nearly as much screaming last time, we may have to change that.”

“Don’t you dare.” Feyre warned, squeezing Rhys’s middle tightly to emphasize it.

“I think you secretly like it.”

“I think I’ve had enough of being scared to death recently, thank you.”

Feyre had meant it as a joke but she felt Rhys deflate as he hung his head low in front of her. Feyre lifted a hand to place it reassuringly on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze to show she hadn’t really meant it. 

“You’d better hold on tight.” Was all Rhys said, a clear message to remove her hand.

Lights were already on at Rhys’ considerably large house when they arrived. Removing her helmet, Feyre gaped at the townhouse.

“There it goes.” Rhys interrupted.


“Any hope that you would like me for my dashing looks and personality alone now.”

Feyre smiled and pushed his shoulder playfully as he showed her into the house.

Cassian and Azriel were waiting for them in a spare room which had been cleared out for Cassian’s boxing equipment.

“About time. Did you guys get lost?” Azriel asked.

“Probably best not to ask what those two get up to in their spare time.” Cassian joked, sending Feyre a wink.

“Are you just trying to anger Feyre enough so she’ll actually punch you Cassian?” Rhys replied.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m perfectly capable of punching him with no foreplay needed.” 

Cassian roared with laughter and even Rhys shot her a delighted grin. 

“You might want these first then.” Azriel said, tossing her a pair of obviously used gloves.

“You should really wrap your hands first. Here let me.” Rhys grabbed a roll of bandaging and held out an expectant hand.

Feyre noticed Cassian and Azriel suddenly finding other places in the room to be and averted their gazes as she placed her hand in Rhys’. He barely looked up at her as he silently bound her hands with surprising gentleness.

“Alright now try flexing them, can you move okay?” He asked when he finished.

Feyre tested out her mummified hands before nodding and slipping on a pair of gloves. Then Cassian approached her with a pair of punching pads on each hand, grinning wickedly at her.

Some agonizing hours later, Feyre was permitted to stop for the night. She slumped on the floor in the corner, gulping down water that Azriel had gotten for her. 

Cassian had been relentless, but a good teacher. Azriel and Rhys had stayed to call out encouragement and give advice when Cassian permitted them. Feyre’s punches had been sloppy and weak at first, but by the end of the session, Cassian actually winced a few times. Whether he was humoring her or not, Feyre didn’t care. 

She shook out her bruised and raw hands and Rhys was immediately there to remove the bandage and holding an ice pack.

“We’ve all been there.” He smiled when she noticed the ice.

They all moved to the living room as Cassian began to complain about his aching legs and feet. Azriel put the tv on as he and Cassian took the only armchairs available, leaving the small couch for Rhys and Feyre.

 Rhys shrugged as he moved to sit, a challenge on his face as Feyre hesitated. Steeling herself, Feyre sat next to him. The couch was so small that no matter what way Feyre sat, her thigh was always touching Rhys. 

It wasn’t long before Azriel went to bed claiming lack of sleep. Then the lolling of Cassian’s head and soft snoring announced he had fallen asleep in his chair. Feyre laughed while Rhys tried to quieten her.

“He gets grumpy if woken from a nap.” He explained grinning.

Rhys was so close she could practically hear his heart beating quickly as he seemed to take note of how close she also was to him. Feyre tried looking around to distract herself, and that was when she noticed faint scorch marks on the wall near the tv. 

“Did Tamlin do that?”

Rhys followed her gaze before sighing. “Yes. I would say he didn’t mean to but I think I would be lying.”

“I’ll get him to pay for any damages tomorrow.”

“I don’t need his money.” Rhys said, a faint look of disgust on his face. “I really wish you weren’t doing this.” He added, suddenly serious.

“Then why are you going along with it?”

“Because I believe you need to face him. Because we need your help. Because you’re the only one who may be able to convince him to stop all this.”

“And what if the only way to get him to agree is if I go back to him?”

Rhys went still. An icy rage settled over him but the hand that reached for Feyre’s hand remained gentle. As his fingers locked around hers she nearly flinched, remembering the last time Tamlin’s hand had closed over her wrist. 

“Do you want to go back?” Rhys asked, staring at her intently.

Feyre paused. Considered the question seriously. “No.”

Feyre loved Tamlin. Maybe a small part of her always would. But she could not forgive the way she had been treated. No matter the stress he was under, Tamlin should never have hurt her. Mor and Amren had helped her understand that. Azriel and Cassian had helped her to laugh and made her not feel so lonely when she had felt unhappy in Tamlin’s empty house. 

And Rhys. Rhys had taught her to read. Allowed her to work for him. Gotten her out of bed and exploring new places when she had felt like doing nothing but sleeping for a year. Not to mention given her a safe place to go when she needed to get away from Tamlin. 

Rhys studied her carefully. His gaze seeming to read all these thoughts racing through her head. “Why not?”

“I don’t think I can ever go back to how things were between us. You’ll be there tomorrow right? In case…” Feyre finished uncertainly.

“I’ll be there.” Rhys promised.

A bit of tension left Feyre as she prayed for everything to go right. 

“Feyre, if Tamli-” Rhys began but Feyre cut him off.

“I don’t want to talk about Tamlin anymore.”

Rhys appraised her sudden boldness. A purr crept into his voice as he asked, “What do you want to talk about then Feyre darling?”

“I don’t want to talk either.” 

And before she lost her nerve, Feyre leaned forward and removed all distance between her and Rhys. Her hands reached out to grip his face as her lips crashed into his. If Rhys was shocked he didn’t show it, his hands winding through Feyre’s hair and pulling her closer. 

Feyre slid one of her hands to the nape of Rhy’s neck, running her hands through the silky strands there. Rhys countered by extricating a hand from her hair and sliding it down and around her waist. A small gasp was elicited from Feyre as his hand gripped her, Rhy’s thumb sweeping in small circles up her side. 

A few minutes crept by, Feyre’s hand travelling to rest upon Rhys’s chest as he hummed contentedly, until an awful gurgling noise from Cassian had them springing apart. Cassian’s head snapped up as he woke. 

“What’d I miss?” He asked with a sleepy voice. 

His eyes widened as he noticed the flush on Feyre’s cheeks, both of their messed up hair, and how Feyre’s shirt had ridden up to show just a sliver of her stomach. A cheshire cat grin slowly spread across Cassian’s face.

“I was just about to take Feyre to bed- I MEAN HOME!” Rhys said, horrified.

Cassian only laughed and even Feyre couldn’t hold back her laughter at being caught. 

“Whatever Rhys, just maybe next time, ask for some privacy.” Cassian got up and strolled from the room, shoulders still silently shaking from laughter.

Rhys looked at Feyre sheepishly. “I really should be getting you home.”

“Only if we don’t take that bike.”

“So you’re saying if the bike is the only option you’ll just have to stay here?” Rhys said smirking.

Ferye flicked him on the nose. “No it means I’ll ask Azriel to drop me home instead, you prick.”

Rhys laughed. “Prick already is it? Why only a few minutes ago you-” 

Feyre silenced him straight away with a small peck on his lips. He looked down at her almost dazed.

“Just take me home please.”

“Of course.”

anonymous asked:

Hcs for Katsuki with a crush who is kind of afraid of him? (Luv ur blog ❤️)

And i love this request, dear. Thank you, I’m sure D (i got it right omg) is happy to hear that and so am I. You guys are just too lovely too us //bows.

Bakugou with crush, who’s afraid of him headcanons

  • as soon as this boy notices that his crush is kind of afraid of him he wonders about the reasons why they do bc for one he aint stupid to not realize this and second did he ever personally do something to them to cause this feeling within them when it comes to Bakugou Katsuki?
  • actually feels pretty offended and sad which turns out to him being even more angry and reacting more aggressive towards things others do than before – it kind of has a contradicting effect of the thing he wants bc Bakugou really doesnt want crush to feel this way about him yet at the same time he cant help it (it’s part of him and his personality after all)
  • imagine the blonde feeling helpless at some point bc whenever he tries to approach them or talk to them they flinch away or start to sweat nervously and the worst thing: they really try to avoid him even though he tries to approach them, god how he fucking hates to feel this miserable
  • gets to the worst part: putting all of his pride aside he is srsly asking his friend Kirishima fucking Eijirou to help him out (if that doesnt help mind he ask even god damn angel-face Uraraka for heavens sake), asking for advice what he could do to stop making his crush feel like this about him, talk him well to his crush and ask for opinions.. hell he dropped
  • Whenever he has the chance, he tries to be ’extra’ nice to them – why the extra? Bc we all know Bakugou’s nice is quite special and can be barely considered ‘nice’ – insults them less, finally manages to not yell at them too much (he just cant hold it in if they are being seriously and too stupid to his taste), helps them out with studies even if they dont ask and just shows that he cares for them in bakuway
  • this particular guy just shows affection in his own different way and tries his best to let his feelings reach them somehow in hope that they’ll understand with the support of his friends, genuinely works hard and put effort towards his goal to let the relationship grow between his crush and him healthily (mr explodo-kills is just a hard worker)

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anonymous asked:

How do UF/US skelebros handle a super clumsy S/O? Like so clumsy they broke their foot on a chair once. They splinted it themself to avoid 'wasting money' at the hospital. As it turns out an abusive childhood is good for learning first aid and pain management but not so much for learning when it's okay to ask for help.


♥UF Sans: Normally, Red would find your clumsiness pretty funny, but if you actually got yourself hurt he’ll be focusing on helping you. You aren’t going to need to splint it, he just heals it with his magic. Red’s healing magic feels extremely warm, almost hot but not enough that it hurts and like there is a strong, comforting pressure being pressed onto the wound. Red Understands how tuff it is needing help but not wanting to ask for it, not that most of the monsters underground were willing to help, but still. You’re with him now and he wants you to understand that if you ever need anything he’s here for ya. 

♥UF Papyrus: Boss always rolls his eyes at your clumsiness. When he sees your homemade splint job he scoffs, picks you up and carries you to the couch despite your protests, rambling about your carelessness. “SERIOUSLY, IT’S AMAZING THAT YOU’VE EVEN SURVIVED THIS LONG ON YOUR OWN CONSIDERING THAT YOU’RE UNABLE TO EVEN WALK STRAIGHT! His words seem sharp but his action are contradicting them as he gently sets you don’t and begins to undo your poorly made splint, “THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! YOU WOULDN’T HAVE LASTED A DAY UNDERGROUND!”. He pauses for a minute examining the bruising around the fractured area and his face drops to a look of surprise as he lightly runs thumb over the tender flesh, not enough to hurt but you flinch, pulling him back to reality, “HMPH. YOU’RE EXCEPTIONALLY LUCKY TO HAVE WON THE AFFECTION OF SOMEONE AS GREAT AS MYSELF OR WHO KNOWS WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU BY NOW!” His gaze drifts back down to your injury and you’re about to question him about it when you feel a sudden unfamiliar tingling sensation envelope your injury. It’s warm and tickles a little bit, almost feeling like a massage, “Papyrus, what are you doing?”, he seems to be totally focussed on you injury. He has both of his hands around your foot and you can see wisps of glowing green light seemingly going into your foot, some slipping through his fingers, “Pap?”, you finally seem to have gotten his attention, “HUH? OH, YES! I’M HEALING YOU IF COURSE!”, “Woah, cool”, “OF COURSE IT IS!”, his cheekbones tinge red and he hides it by focusing back on your foot. A little bit longer and he finishes, proceeding to examine your foot, putting light pressure on the area the was previously black and blue and watching your face for any signs of pain or retraction. You smile at him causing his blush to return slightly, “I UH - AHEM!”, he clears his throat, “ I BELIEVE THAT YOU’RE GOOD TO GO, HUMAN!, you rotate your foot a little bit, “Hey, it doesn’t hurt anymore!”, he rolls his eyes playfully this time, “ YES, THAT WOULD BE THE POINT OF HEALING MAGIC, TO HEAL”, “Oh, yeah. Again, that’s pretty cool!”, “A MINOR FEAT FOR SOMEONE OF MY SKILL!”, he smiles proudly. There is a moment of silence, “Can you let go of my foot now?”, his eyes shoot open and he immediately releases your foot, “UH, YES! NOW, BACK TO WORK, NO TIME TO DODDLE!, he begins marching towards the door, “Wait, Paps!”, “YES, HUMAN?”, *Kiss* “Thanks”. You walk away with a big smile on your face leaving a bright crimson Boss behind you.

♥US Sans: It almost seems like Blueberry is always there to catch you when you fall. He used to be pretty clumsy himself when he was little so he doesn’t seem to notice anything wrong with you. Blueberry loves to help his friends so you don’t usually need to ask for help. Heck, he’ll help out even if you don’t want him to. He always assures you that if you ever need ANYTHING just come ask and he’ll be happy to assist. He stresses this if he notices that you do actually need help and are refusing to ask for it. As soon as you break your ankle he’s already lifted you up and is toting you somewhere where he can heal you. Blueberry’s healing magic is cool and tingly and starts out feeling as if you’ve just stuck your foot into a cold pool before it starts pulsing in waves through your foot in a comforting motion.

♥US Papyrus: Stretch is always using his magic to move things out of your way or steady you if you’re about to fall. You’ve probably become accustomed to the feeling of Stretch’s magic by now considering that he uses it on you so often to get you to relax or fall asleep with him. As far as you never asking for help, he gets it. That won’t stop him from helping though. He does little things for you around the house if he sees you struggling with something or he’ll just put you to sleep and do the job himself. Like the others, Stretch will heal you with his magic. Stretch’s magic feels warm and pulses in waves like his brother, washing smoothy over your wound like honey.

One of these is not like the others. I know that I tend to get caught up in one character, but I can’t help it, I was having fun!

Chaos (Oswald Cobblepot x Reader)

Anon asked: You and Oswald always have been friends and secretly in love. One day a guy tells her to go on a date so she ask Oswald advice about clothes and those things but when she is about to leave he ask her to stay and confess his feelings

It turned out to be a bit different from your ask, dear Anon! I am so sorry… While writing it just turned out like this. I hope you like it nevertheless! 

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Warnings: None, Hurt/Broken Hearts, Love Confessions, First Kiss

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Post (damn) it

Author’s note: A VEEEEERY LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR THE CUTEST PERSON EVEEEEEEER hi @the-floofinator, I’m looking at you~! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ Hopefully you can still love me uwu 

Summary: Seven’s pasted post-its all over his place and Yoosung is not amused.

While being very aware of the fact that they were anything but a normal couple, Yoosung still couldn’t stop himself from being very surprised at the overwhelming amount of post-its scattered all over Seven’s place. Not only were said post-its very randomly placed, they all had the exact same message:

pls love me uwu

A normal boyfriend would probably write something along the lines of, “I love you,” but unfortunately, Seven did the exact opposite (literally) and Yoosung could almost hear him say it in his trademark trolling voice with this lame smirk on his handsome face.

Was Seven even home? Yoosung had no idea. Today was not a special day either, or something, because for a minute he started questioning whether he had forgotten one of their anniversaries, or worse, Seven’s birthday, but today was pretty much like any other day. He had just gotten home from school and was about to call his boyfriend when he found the first post-it on the front door, followed by a few on the floor and the walls of the hallway and yeah, he should probably take a picture of this.

There were post-its friggin’ everywhere. On the couch, the kitchen table, the rest of the walls, the fridge, cabinets, even on the screens of his extra computers, what even. This must have taken at least five hours. And Yoosung was stupid enough to collect all of them to see if one of them was different.

He half-expected one of them to be blank, or read, “SUCKAAAAHHH” but no.

There were even post-its under the couch and Yoosung was about to lose his mind. This had to be one of Seven’s games. It wouldn’t surprise him in the slightest if he had hung up a hidden camera somewhere and was now watching him in his room, laughing his ass off. Yoosung groaned quietly to himself and crawled under the couch, determined to find every last one of those damn post-its.

It did get pretty tiring after a while, though, so he decided to go get some juice out of the fridge… only to find post-its pasted to every single product. Groaning once again, Yoosung opened up the freezer, ignoring the post-it that was on there, too, of course, and found more post-its.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled to himself and facepalmed.

He had to start thinking outside the box: look behind the computers, between the cushions of the couch, in the bathroom and yes, in the toilet because Seven was the shittiest piece of shit he knew. He was seriously this close to losing his mind, but he was not going to lose this game, so after rolling up his sleeve and taking a breath, he reached for the post-it that was floating in the dirty toilet water, hoping that this one would contain a different message.

Unfortunately his dream was crushed into tiny little pieces as the wet and almost torn piece of paper still read, “pls love me uwu

That’s it.


“Yes, dear?”

Yoosung actually screeched and turned around to see Seven leaning against the doorway with his hip, hands in his pockets, looking at him innocently as if he hadn’t done anything wrong. “I hate you.”

Seven raised a challenging eyebrow. “Did you read the post-its? I thought my message was pretty clear. I was gonna say, “Do I have to spell it out for you?” but I guess that,” a chortle and Yoosung’s left eye twitched. “would be unnecessary.”

The wet post-it fell to the floor as Yoosung pointed a very angry and a very wet finger at him. “What’s the big idea? Why would you do this to me?”

“Because I wanna be loved by my cutie patootie boyfriend!” Seven sang dramatically and grabbed Yoosung’s wrist, dragging him out of the bathroom. “Also lowkey wanted to find out if I could annoy you with a bunch of post-its. Sometimes you make it way too easy for me and I feel a little sorry for you, but it’s just way too much fun.”

Yoosung tried to say something, he really did, but found himself absolutely flabbergasted. Instead he let himself get dragged back to the living room where he was pushed onto the couch and had Seven looming over him.


“So, what…?” Yoosung replied lamely, trying to hide the fact that he really enjoyed their closeness.

“Do you love me?”

Uh-oh. Yoosung slowly felt his entire face going red from top to bottom, probably going all the way down to his neck as well. Even the tip of his ears felt hot, because he hadn’t even considered taking the message on those post-its seriously, but now that Seven was asking it, using his low voice, touching his knee with his warm hands and looking at him over the rim of his glasses, Yoosung couldn’t help but feel like dying.

He did love Seven, but never had the courage to say it out loud. Let alone with their noses almost touching and their lips so close that they were breathing in each other’s air.

The hand on his knee was still there, fingers moving back and forth ever so slightly which made his muscles spasm. Seven’s smirk widened, broke eye contact and Yoosung followed his gaze to his knee, blinking in confusion. The hand crawled to the underside of his knee and Yoosung jumped, pressing his back against the couch, trying to get away from the ticklish touch.

“I’m hurt, Yoosungie. You took way too long. Guess you have to make it up to me by letting me hear your cute laughter.”

Shit. “Seven, no.”

Seven wasn’t listening to him and simply grabbed the back of his other knee, pulling on both legs so Yoosung ended up in a very awkward angle on the couch, pretty much unable to do anything other than kick his captivated legs. And beg. Beg not to get the absolute shit tickled out of him-

Too late. Seven had both legs in a headlock and slipped his hand under Yoosung’s shirt, kneading his sides and ribs, making Yoosung guffaw and throw his head back. He flailed around like a penguin, his brain too fuzzy from their proximity to produce any useful signals, so all he could do was squirm around on the couch and get even more stuck between the cushions and Seven’s body.

“You’re so adorable when you’re getting tickled,” Seven chuckled and wiggled his fingers over his boyfriend’s trembling stomach, leaving him absolutely breathless.

“S-shut up!” Yoosung squealed and bucked his hips in a fruitless attempt to get rid of the annoying fingers that were driving him insane. He couldn’t function, he couldn’t think; he could merely cover his face to hide his bright red cheeks and goofy grin and try to roll over to one side, but Seven was onto him and kept switching sides so he would be in constant anticipation.

At some point Seven had thrown his legs back onto the couch and was now straddling him like some stupid pro. Over the past few months he had become a very good and ruthless tickler, but Yoosung was forever in denial about it, thinking (mostly hoping) that there was some way out of it.

Too bad he was wrong.

“Do you love me, Yoosung?”

“Seven, I’m— No! Please, dohon’t! Stop it, stop it, stop iiiiit!”

Poor Yoosung died a thousand painful deaths when Seven blew a loud raspberry on his stomach, burying his nose in every little crevice he could find while holding down his hips, sneakily squeezing them, too. Seven laughed along with him as he playfully nibbled around his midriff and Yoosung was beyond saving now, but he could still make out Seven mumbling something against his skin,

“Of course I know that you love me. Zen told me that you confessed your love for me to him when you were totally wasted.”

Yoosung shrieked in response because Seven decided to emphasize his point by squeezing his thigh. “You knew all along!”

“Well, duh.”

“I will freaking end y-yoooooooou!”

“Yes, talk dirty to me, babe.”

Road to Ruin [Chapter 4-Reader]

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader
Rating: Somewhere between R and NC-17 :D
Synopsis: Jackson poses the idea of his best friend posing as his girlfriend. And before they make it official, both of them want to explore their own “love lives” one last time.
Author’s Note: I nearly split this chapter in two because I thought it was going to be too long. I think I worked it out though. I hope you guys enjoy it! It’s a fun chapter.

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“I didn’t know you owned a set of such small balls.”

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flat tire (anidala week day 3: modern au)

who knew something as simple as getting a flat tire could change the entire course of your life? (1.5k, complete)

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(also here is a mechanic-anakin-vibes picture for your viewing pleasure and such)

It was just Padmé’s luck to get a flat tire on her way to her first official day of work as a senator. She pulled over and got out, swearing under her breath as she discovered that she didn’t have a spare either. How could she have let that happen? She was usually never caught unprepared.

Padmé checked her watch; fifteen minutes until she had to be at work. Maybe she could make it the rest of the way with the flat? No, it was pretty far, and she didn’t want to risk damaging the actual wheel of the car because that would be even more expensive to fix. Just as she was about to pull out her phone to locate the nearest auto repair shop, a sign across the street caught her eye: Skywalker Auto Repair. Huh. That was convenient.

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How Lucky Am I? (Zoe Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2527

Warnings: Smut lite at the beginning, cursing, the gays, an ‘everyone is happy, alive and gay AU’

Summary: Zoe and Y/N have tried to keep their relationship under wraps, but some carelessness exposes them

A/N: UNLEASH THE GAY!! Written in my favourite AU about one of my favourite humans

“Hey Zoe. I would ask you if you minded me stopping by, but I’m like 2 minutes away from your house so it doesn’t really matter. Love you!” I said into my phone, watching the words form on the screen.

Magically, none of the words were autocorrected, and I pressed the blue send button. I walked quickly to the Murphy’s house, humming along to the newest Fall Out Boy song as it played through my earphones.

The song paused and I frowned, going to adjust my earphones but realising that I had a text from Zoe.

From: The Gayest Bae 🏳️‍🌈❤️

Hey babe. Mom’s at some yoga class and dad’s at a big meeting, so it’ll just be you and me (Connor’s out with Evan)

I chuckled, pressing play on the song as I completed the last hundred or so yards. I rung the doorbell, taking my earphones out of my ears and haphazardly shoving them in my pocket.

The door swung open to reveal Zoe, her brown hair an almost red colour in the May sun.

“Hello gorgeous.” I said and Zoe chuckled, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Come on in babe.” Zoe said, closing the door behind us.

“So, to what do I owe this visit?” Zoe said, leaning back on the table. I rolled my eyes affectionately, kissing Zoe’s cheek quickly.

“Can I not just visit my beautiful girlfriend because I love her and want to see her?” I fake whined, pouting a little. Zoe’s cheeks reddened slightly as she tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“You’re too good to me Y/N.” Zoe said, playfully hitting my shoulder. I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head slightly.

“I like to believe it’s the other way around, Zoe, but whatever floats your wonderful little boat.” I said, kissing the top of Zoe’s head before walking towards the kitchen.

“You want something to drink?” I asked and Zoe chuckled, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“I can’t believe you’re asking me if I want a drink in my own home.” Zoe muttered and I smirked, pulling two cans of Dr Pepper out of the fridge. I handed her one and shut the fridge, turning around so I was facing her.

“You know me so well.” Zoe said, cracking open her can of soda. I did the same thing and took a drink from my can.

“We’ve been dating for a year. You’d think I’d know you pretty well at this point.” I replied, a smirk forming on my face.

Zoe arched an eyebrow at me but continued to sip from the can of soft drink in her hand. I shifted my can of Dr Pepper to my left hand and swiftly placed my right hand on Zoe’s neck.

Her eyes widened and she let out a squeak, shoving my hand off her neck. I laughed loudly, tears forming in my eyes.

“For example, I know that you absolutely hate it when people do that to you.” I said through the laughter, Zoe glaring at me. She let out a sigh of annoyance and a smile crept onto her features.

“I can never stay mad at you.” Zoe said and she brought me into a passionate kiss, our cans of Dr Pepper abandoned.

I ran my hands through Zoe’s hair, and Zoe’s grip moved from my waist to around my neck. I suddenly broke the kiss, much to Zoe’s dismay, but her annoyed expression melted away when I quickly lifted her shirt up and threw it off. My eyes widened slightly at I looked up at her curiously.

“New bra?” I asked and her cheeks went a dusty pink as she nodded.

“I thought I’d, uh, update my wardrobe a little.” Zoe said and I smirked, resting my hands on her upper chest.

“I definitely appreciate the update.” I said lowly, feeling a heat grow in my stomach.

I crashed my lips onto Zoe’s once more and I flipped our positions around so Zoe was leaning against the kitchen bench. Zoe let out a low moan and the fire in my stomach grew.

I gripped her waist tightly and hoisted her up so she was sitting on the bench, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist.

Zoe made quick work of my shirt, dumping it on the kitchen floor, and I broke the kiss once more.

Zoe pouted, staring at me with an annoyed expression on her face. I held up a finger and hoisted myself up onto the bench, Zoe leaning down almost instinctively.

“On the kitchen bench?” I muttered and Zoe nodded, her eyes clouded with lust. “Kinky.” I muttered to myself and Zoe glared at me.

“I will not have you using Jared Kleniman’s catchphrase before we have sex.” Zoe said and I chuckled slightly, nodding my head as I swung my legs on either side of Zoe’s waist.

“First and last time, I promise.” I said and Zoe nodded, her fingers flying to the waistband of my denim shorts.

She undid the button and zipper expertly, and I shimmied out of them, blindly throwing them behind me.

I let out a gasp as I suddenly felt Zoe’s mouth on my neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. My breathing got heavier as she hit the most sensitive spot, and I was fairly certain she was leaving a mark.

I swiftly tugged her shorts off, leaving the both of us practically naked on her kitchen bench.

Zoe lifted her mouth from my neck, her hot breath hitting the wet skin and sending a shiver down my spine. She just smirked at me before dipping her slightly calloused fingers under the waistband of my underwear. I inhaled sharply, rolling my neck back.

“Zoe.” I said breathily, my insides burning. “We have the house to ourselves, don’t we?”

I walked over towards my locker, pushing through the crowds of people in the hallway. “Ah, there’s my favourite lesbian.” Jared said when he saw me, slinging his arm around my shoulder.

“Jared, I’m the only lesbian you know.” I retorted, shoving his arm off my shoulders. Jared huffed slightly, but he was still smiling.

“And that’s why you’re my favourite. By default.” Jared said and I rolled my eyes, opening my locker swiftly.

“Whatever.” I muttered and I expected to hear a retort from Jared. I was instead met with silence, and I turned around, shooting Jared a confused look.

“What? What’s suddenly shut you up for the first time in 17 years?” I said, placing my hands on my hips.

“You dirty girl. You’ve got a hickey.” Jared said teasingly, poking the mark on the crook of my neck. I cursed internally and pulled the collar of my shirt up so it partially covered the mark.

“So, who’d you fool around with Y/L/N? If it was Jasmine from our Chemistry class, I would totally understand.” Jared said and I arched my eyebrows in disbelief.

“Jared, you are a flaming homosexual. Lesbian stuff shouldn’t turn you on.” I said and Jared shrugged his shoulders.

“What can I say? I’m a disgusting human being. Anyway, who was it? There’s quite a few girls I think may be gay, but they’re not really your type.” Jared said, energetically waving his hands about as he spoke.

“Zoe Murphy.” I muttered and Jared’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping so low that it nearly hit the floor.

“Holy shit. You’ve gotta be kidding.” Jared whispered, mostly to himself. I shook my head, gathering my books up in my arms.

“We’ve been dating for about a year now.” I said casually and Jared’s eyes widened even further.

“Holy shit.” He said, louder this time. I chuckled at Jared’s expression and patted his cheek gently.

“I’m not kidding.” I said and Jared shook his head slightly, disbelief clear on his face.

“So, that means that you’re dating Zoe Murphy, and Evan is dating Connor Murphy, and I’m still hopelessly single?” Jared said, pushing his glasses up his nose. I nodded, closing my locker and walking off towards homeroom.

“Yup. Oh, my brother just came out to me as bi and he’s pretty cute, if you want to join this weird intertwined family dating circle.” I said and Jared looked like he was seriously considering it.

“Give me his number, and then we’ll talk.” Jared said and I chuckled, making a note to send him Aidan’s number.

“So did you two like, fully have sex, or was it just really intense making out?” Jared said and I smacked his shoulder lightly.

“I’m not one for half assing things, if that helps.” I said and Jared nodded, clearly very impressed.

“Nice. So was it like in the bedroom or somewhere else?” Jared asked and I rolled my eyes.

“Why are you so interested in my sex life?” I said and Jared shrugged his shoulders.

“No social life, last to find out things.” Jared said and I chuckled, shaking my head as we pulled up to our classroom.

“Kitchen bench.” I said and Jared’s eyes widened as he nodded, clapping slightly.

“Kinky. I love it.” Jared said and I punched his shoulder. “Ow. You are surprisingly strong.” Jared muttered and I smirked, sticking my tongue out at him as we walked into the classroom.

“Hey Y/N.” I heard someone say and I turned around to see Zoe, her hair pulled up into a bun, a few curls escaping and framing her face.

“Morning Zoe.” I replied, taking my seat in between her and Jared. Jared shot me a not so sly wink and I rolled my eyes, burying my head in my hands.

“What’s up with him?” Zoe whispered and I chuckled, trying to keep my gaze fixed on Zoe and not Jared making obscene gestures.

“He has no sex life of his own and is far too invested in mine.” I said and Zoe’s cheeks went bright red.

“You told him?” Zoe whispered harshly, her eyes flitting to Jared briefly.

“Well, actually, you told him unknowingly.” I said, tugging my shirt collar down slightly so Zoe could see the hickey clearly.

Her eyes widened and she smirked, her line of sight fixated on my neck.

“He then proceeded to guess which girl it was. I told him it was you because he was nowhere close to getting it right.” I continued, Zoe’s eyes meeting mine, a dark look in her eyes.

“Well, at least he knows who you belong to now.” Zoe said and my eyes widened as I shuffled in my seat.

“I hate to cut the sexual tension, ladies, but Mr Lawrence is here.” Jared said and both of our cheeks flushed red as we turned to face the teacher. Mr Lawrence droned on, as per usual, and I sprinted off when the bell rang.

“Unfortunately Monday is our ‘we have no classes together’ day, so I’ll see you at lunch.” Zoe said as she walked past me, Jared fighting through crowds of people behind us.

“Sure thing babe.” I said, pecking her lips briefly. She waved at me as she left and I sighed softly, watching her leave. I heard a cough next to me and jumped, nearly dropping my books.

“Jared!” I breathed out, my friend’s obnoxious laugh ringing through my ears. “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m really not.” Jared said, still chuckling.

“You suck, Kleinman.” I muttered and Jared smirked, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

“You know I do, Y/L/N.” He said, winking at me.

“Whatever. Hey, I’m gonna watch the first Harry Potter movie tonight. You should join me. My brother will be there.” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at him. Jared’s cheeks went slightly red and I smirked successfully.

“How dare you tempt me with Harry Potter and your cute bisexual brother. I’ll be there at 6.” Jared replied and I kissed the top of his head gratefully. “I’ll see you then.” I said, waving at Jared as he walked off.

“Hey Y/N. Can I talk to you?” I heard a voice say, and I saw that the voice belonged to none other than Connor Murphy.

“Oh, uh, sure Connor.” I said nervously, having heard horror stories about Connor’s temper from Zoe. We walked together in silence until we reached a not-so crowded part of the school.

“I’m gonna get straight to the point. Are you cheating on my sister with that dumbass Jared?” Connor said and my eyes widened, my backpack suddenly weighing a ton.

“God no, I’m not cheating on Zoe with Jared, no, not at all. Why would you think that?” I asked Connor, trying to convey my honesty in my words.

“I saw you two all cozied up in the halls, and it sounded like you were inviting him on a date.” Connor said, his eyes stormy and unreadable.

“Connor, I swear to god I am not cheating on your sister. Jared and I have been best friends since we were in diapers, and Jared is so gay it isn’t funny. As a matter of fact, so am I. I’m not bi, or pan, I’m gay. Super fucking gay for your sister.” I ranted and Connor’s eyes widened as I spoke.

“So… you’re really not cheating on Zoe?” Connor said and I nodded vigorously.

“I love your sister, Connor. Also, I was kind of setting Jared up with my brother Aidan.” I said and Connor smirked slightly.

“Wow.” Connor muttered and I nodded, adjusting the way my backpack sat on my back.

“So, how are things with you and Evan?” I asked awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. Connor’s cheeks went pink and a small smile crossed his face.

“Things are going pretty well, actually. He took me to this nice botanical garden last night. The dude’s a nature freak.” Connor said, laughing softly.

“Hey, have you ever thought that if you and Evan got married, and Zoe and I got married, we’d be brother and sister in law, and the same goes for Evan and I.” I said and Connor looked at me weirdly before chuckling slightly.

“I guess. Maybe we should, you know, get to know each other a bit better. Despite the fact that your dating my sister, I don’t really know you that well.” Connor said and I smiled, nodding my head.

“I’d like that. Unfortunately, I’ve currently missed majority of my Biology lesson, but we’ll be seeing a lot of each other in the near future. I can guarantee it.” I said and Connor nodded, giving me a little wave as I turned away. I turned on my phone and saw several missed texts.

From: The GAYmer

Where are you?? Did you die??

From: The GAYmer

I told Zoe that you didn’t show up to Bio and now she’s worried

From: The Gayest Bae 🏳️‍🌈❤️

Babe, are you ok??? I’ll see you at lunch. Love you.

I rolled my eyes affectionately as I put my phone back in my bag. “How lucky am I.” I muttered, walking off with my head held high and a bright smile on my face.

Stray YoI rewatch thought – Yuuri’s reaction in the carpark in ep 7 really is the most pivotal character moment for him. Whether or not Victor means it seriously, he’s just offered to kiss Yuuri, and Yuuri doesn’t even consider it for a second. He tells Victor to be a coach instead and firmly draws his boundaries, asking for help and support rather than falling into what has to be the most exciting romantic moment of his life to date. It’s the point at which he finally, fully invests in his career and himself, leaving romance on the back burner. I’m guessing at that moment if someone told Yuuri he could have Victor only as a boyfriend or a coach, he would’ve chosen the latter, because that’s what was most important right then. He’d worked so hard and come so far, and succeeding meant everything.

I get frustrated with narratives in which a main character, usually female, has a challenging situation where they need to work hard but romance keeps interfering and changing their actions, and I appreciate that YoI, whether for in-universe or metatextual reasons, lets Yuuri choose his career’s best interests every time.

to serve or not to serve

I’ve been asked about this twice today, so I wanted to share the story about how I chose marriage over a mission. Might be helpful for some of you. Be warned, it’s somewhat of a novel.

I was dating someone very seriously when I was considering serving a mission, and I was torn about what I should do. I wanted to serve to be an example to my dad, who isn’t a member, and because there were some things in my patriarchal blessing that pointed to serving a full-time mission. I finally sat my boyfriend down and told him how I was feeling – that I loved him and I knew we were getting serious, but that I wouldn’t expect him to wait for me if I left. I showed him some of my blessing and I asked him what he thought. He told me that he wouldn’t push me one way or the other, but that I should keep praying about it, and that he would too. But ultimately, he said I should do whatever would make me happy.

I thought and prayed and cried about it a lot, and the more I did, the more I realized that marrying him was the direction my life needed to go. He was so understanding and supportive of me trying to find my way through that decision when he had every reason to bail. I’m so glad I made the choice that I did. And I was still able to be an example to my father by receiving my endowment and being sealed in the temple to my husband.

A mission would have been a transformative experience for me in a lot of ways, and it would have allowed me to develop certain talents and overcome some challenges. But it also meant I would have been out in the field while my sister was diagnosed with cancer. It meant a lot for me to be around while she was going through treatment and to see her in remission. I have a huge testimony of God seeing the bigger picture and giving us the right experiences that will be better for us down the road. I’ve seen that time and time again in my life. For me, He knew a mission was not the right thing for me or my family, and the blessings I’ve received since making that choice have been countless.

My experiences may not relate to your situation specifically, but if you’re trying to decide whether to serve, pray about it. Serving a mission is an enormous privilege and I think it’s amazing that women are empowered to serve in that high calling and draw from the power of the priesthood in that way. My sister-in-law just got back from her mission, and she absolutely loved it. She radiates joy. But even if you don’t serve, eighteen months is a long time for you to grow and change in other ways and have a lot of great experiences. Regardless of what other people expect of you, that decision is between you and the Lord. He loves you and He wants to help you find what’s best for you.

anonymous asked:

Hey there :) Wanted to ask if you could make one with Ut!/US!/Uf!/Sf!Papyrus where his SO is panicking over an exam while learning for it (so much she almost gets a panic attack) and he helps out? Thank you :) Love your blog btw 😍😍😍

Thank you!! I’m sorry if I’m too late for this! 

Undertale Papyrus 

Sweet Papaya is the most encouraging skeleton boyfriend you can have! With his enthusiasm, you never want to procrastinate because his encouragement just gets you so pumped up! Whenever you’re feeling tired or you don’t feel like studying anymore, he’s here to pump you back up! But though he wants you to pass your exams, he doesn’t want you to neglect your health either, so he fixes you healthy meals to give your brain power and makes sure that you get the appropriate amount of rest. The day of your exam, he packs lunch and wishes you good luck as he kisses you out the door. 

Underswap Papyrus

Stretch doesn’t understand why you’re panicking, you’re smart, you’re going to do fine. To be fair, Stretch was the type of student who never did any work, falls asleep in class, and ditches school to get high, yet aces every single test, so his “studying” methods isn’t for everyone. Stretch “helps” you out by encouraging you to take lots of breaks. You can’t learn anything if you’re stressed right? It makes sense. But those breaks just turns into you procrastinating until you push everything into the last minute, causing you to stress out even more. Stretch notices you working hard and feels guilty because it’s technically his fault that you’re extra stressed, so he makes you a snack and silently sits with you while you study. He might even help out on some topics if he knows it. 

Underfell Papyrus

Fell is very knowledgeable about many things. After all, knowledge is power, so he can help you out. He’s very well verse in languages, arts, and historical wars, but you seriously don’t want him as a tutor. Fell isn’t very patient and uses negative reinforcement so he’ll leave you more stressed than before with a lower self esteem. You can have him help out by asking him to test you on key terms and to reward you whenever you get something right. Fell isn’t use to using positive reinforcement, but seeing how well it works with you, he might employ it for future purposes. 

Swapfell Papyrus

Rus doesn’t consider himself very smart, but once he starts talking about something he’s passionate about, he just keeps going. He can easily help you with mathematics and history, though he kinda struggles with the political aspects of it. He can help you with other subjects too, but when it comes to life sciences like biology, physiology, or psychology, you’re on his own. With his patience, Rus makes an excellent tutor. The day of your exam, he quizzes you everything last minute and gives you a good luck kiss as you rush out the door.