so I thought I'd take the best ones and share them

50% OFF Starters pt 2
  • "If you continue your attempts at flirting, I will be forced to take DRASTIC measures."
  • "I like watching you from behind."
  • "Stunning deduction sherlock."
  • *demonic voice* "by the darkest sun that casts its menacing rays of the furthest madness, we sense your intentions, (name). the gibbering of mad cultists whisper wicked words to temporal winds, they inform us that you are not to be trusted. Usurper. Usurper."
  • "USURPER!"
  • "I've heard a lot about you and your extensive collection of tank tops, like I'm thinking about getting like 10 more."
  • "Calm down little dude."
  • "the fear of drowning is a primal one. it's a feeling of helplessness, of losing all control. struggling against an inevitable fate as your lungs fill with water..."
  • "I don't need a piece of paper to tell me how to swim or how to fuck Dean Winchester."
  • "You know I had a dream like this once, you surprisingly had more clothes on, though, at least at the start."
  • "ten bucks says he dies."
  • "I'm gonna go run my feelings off."
  • "Yeah it didn't work out... for them."
  • "I have to go scream confusing, end-of-the-world ramblings at people under the freeway."
  • "I feel like I should argue this, but the potential for implied sexual antics is far too appealing."
  • "do not be alarmed! I am about to be hilarious."
  • "Maybe you should stop dragging me to these rap battles then!"
  • "I was under the impression there would be implied sexual antics, time to take matters into my own hands!"
  • "This feels a little exploitative."
  • "I need a soda. Or therapy. Probably both."
  • "Yeah it started because K-pop concert security is tougher than it looks but I just got hooked on the feeling of crushing someones face in with a solid right cross."
  • "sHHSHHshhshhhhh shut up shut up! shh I SMELL BOYS BEING GAY."
  • "Excuse me I am trying to scream my feelings into your mouth!"
  • "That wasn't hot... it was just fucking weird..."
  • "It's not what I would have you in, but I do appreciate beauty in all its many forms. mostly that cute booty though."
  • "hey, the heart wants what the heart wants."
  • "It may be hard to believe, but recently I lost the ability to read."
  • "Just because you can't read the words, doesn't mean you can't enjoy the book in a different way."
  • "boom! done. advice over. let's go get shitfaced!"
  • "Alright I brought the bitch-board for (name)."
  • "Alright let's call it what it is, a sissy paddle."
  • "calm down (name) we weren't talking about your internet search history."
  • "didn't we make a pact to stop her from doing this weeb shit?"
  • "this better not be anymore or (name)'s weird porn!"
  • "Please call the police, because I look so good in this it should be against the law! uh, don't actually call the police though, I WILL incriminate all of you."
  • "Yeah but didn't they train on those islands where all those teenagers were killed? ...and those witch burnings happened? ...and all that toxic waste was spilled?"
  • "if you die, I get fired and I like this job. people don't ask questions here."
  • "fish-men walk among us. conquerers of land, BORN FROM THE OCEAN--"
  • "I don't need him to make weird pornography, I have prawns for that."
  • "Finally moving out, son? I'd like to say it's been fun. I'd like to. But I won't."
  • "hey check me out! I'm on a bout!"
  • "Sit down and stop making 2009 references!"
  • "nah, I scream enough at the unforgiving void of space."
  • "You know, the ocean goblin? He lives in the ocean and if you don't brush your teeth he steals your bones."
  • "Ok I'm done for the day. If anyone needs me I'm gonna be in the tent looking at weird porn."
  • "Hey, you miss every ball you don't hit."
  • "You say 'you people' like you're not part of the family. I've got some news for you, you're already on the christmas card."
  • "You think these antics would fly at the german club?"
  • "brush your teeth, kid."
  • "Can you hear it? the ocean... it wants blood."
  • "I'm the best damn shot we've got."
  • "You know, when I was a kid, before my dad got hit by that train, he said, '(name) don't let your friends swim out into the ocean and get stranded on the haunted island of camp kill-a-teen.' and here we are... stranded on the... haunted island of camp kill-a-teen..."
  • "that's fair."
  • "hey tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumbass!"
  • "It's fine, baby, if you get scared you can squeeze my hand."
  • "now let's make like scooby-doo and split up to find a clue."
  • "In 1991 a case was discovered where a man had the remains of over fifteen victims hidden in his apartment, over 40% of which were stored within his refrigerator. do you know how unsanitary that is?"
  • "you're so cute when you never shut up. Now shut up."
  • "all hail decision cube!"
  • "that's when you started walking on the wild side, right?"
  • "Does anyone want to hear my tragic backstory?"
  • "Bed? But what about possible axe-murderers?"
  • "And we solved the curse of the island, and realized that the real axe murderer was love, all along."
  • "It was a good night for all of us, let's spend more nights in abandoned lighthouses."
  • "That hottie from the track team is here and I wanna ask politely is he wants to get rowdy in the back of my dad's Prius."

anonymous asked:

Your fake dating au makes me live but the idea of an abo offshoot makes me ASCEND. P sure I'd cry tears of joy if you wrote your idea of Shiro taking care of a keyed up Keith after a video but tbh any and all of the them would be fantastic. YOU are fantastic. Thank you for this gift to us and the universe as a whole

Okay I got enough prods about this that I had to write it. I just had to. thank you anon for such kind words and also thanks to everyone for tolerating me thru this all LMAO i love all of you. s/o to @akaiikowrites for the q& a idea.

( couple’s blog tag )

(if you don’t want to catch up on couples blog au - Keith & Shiro are best friends pretending to be a couple, and run a couple blog online where they start setting stretch goals that are exceedingly ludicrous, because they offer to shoot videos on return. Clue all the platonic, pining sex on camera. This part takes place after Keith comes back from a date, trying to see if he can get Shiro out of his system. He can’t.)

a/b/o, nsfw, general disregard for the idea of refractory periods

If you guys have been together for so long, where’s your mating mark? Does that mean the omega’s free ;)?

Keith’s eyes widen at the question. He can feel Shiro stiffen beside him as well, and there’s the same acidic spike in his scent that had been there when he had come home from his date.

As part of one of their incentives, Keith and Shiro had offered to do a live Q&A session. Their friends all know about their venture now, so they’re not too worried about hiding it. It brings everyone great entertainment, despite the fact that they’re forbidden to bring it up around Keith or Shiro. Keith and Shiro feel a little more comfortable sharing their faces and their voices; they’re still not giving out their real names. But they feel like they owe their viewers that much; for the past month they’ve been able to pay rent and buy groceries and pay phone bills without screaming together into the abyss.

The Q&A started out fine; people want to know where they met, how long they’ve been dating, who’s the loudest snorer. The answers to that are simple; at the beginning of Keith’s undergrad, they officially got together two years ago, and Shiro. It got a little raunchy, but they anticipated it and tried not to get too red as they gamely gave answers.

This question, however, they were not expecting. Retrospectively, it should be the most obvious one out of all of them but they’re still fumbling around with this whole amateur pornography thing.

Keith has a faint idea of who Lattunkrox94 actually is, and he is going to kill Lance, Matt and Hunk upon first sight. The chatroom goes off in a frenzy, wondering yeah, why doesn’t Keith have a mating mark? If Shiro hasn’t claimed him, does this mean Keith’s available?

Their silence makes it worse.

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anonymous asked:

Hey so i read one of your works on Ao3 and it was super adorable and i loved it, it was about stiles and derek sharing a broom closet of an apartment in nyc and cuddling thier way through their issues with eachother and then you wrote a hashtag epilogue, and i can't stop thinking about how much i wanted the epilogue to be another story so i figured i'd ask, my names scarletwaters on Ao3, ok bye and thank you if you decide to write it :)

little spoon

I had given absolutely ZERO thought to writing a sequel to this, and then I read your message and the ideas started flooding in. Go figure.

also on ao3


Being Derek’s boyfriend goes surprisingly well for a whole year. They move out of the tiny “apartment” into a slightly less tiny apartment. They continue to spoon; they become spooning masters; they are the gods of spooning. Stiles gets the best sleep of his life, and so does Derek. The non-sleeping aspect of the whole dating thing takes a bit more time to iron out, sure, but they get there. Slowly but surely, they figure out how to hold hands on the couch while watching Netflix without getting weird about it. They figure out, to their mutual relief, that endearments weird them both out, but there are other little things they both like even if they’d never admit it on pain of death, such as forehead kisses. They figure out how to do the whole shower sex thing without serious injury. Stiles also finds out Derek is awesome at cooking, when he can be assed to do it. Stiles figures out a lot of very creative ways to motivate him.  

All in all, awesome.

Then…. well, then It happens.

It’s been about a year and three months when, one day, Stiles happens to see Derek coming out of a jewelry store.

He wasn’t following Derek or anything, he wants the record to be very clear on that; it’s just, they were going to meet up at the Chinese restaurant on the corner for dinner, and Stiles got there early. Usually Stiles doesn’t arrive early anywhere ever, but this time one of his classes got canceled at the last minute and he suddenly had all this spare time, and so he went ahead and snagged them a table at the restaurant.

That’s where he is when it happens, just people-watching out the window and contemplatively sipping his oolong. That’s when the door to the jewelry store across the street opens and Derek comes out, head down, busy tucking a suspicious little black box into his inner jacket pocket, and Stiles spits out his tea all over the table because what the fuck.

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anonymous asked:

hi there, i was wondering, how do you feel about the possible keith/acxa endgame? i've seen a lot of people being, well, not really that happy about it. sheith is my otp but i don't think i'd be THAT mad or sad if they paired up keith with her. i wouldn't be too happy either. i wonder what your opinion on this is?

i have a lot of questions in my inbox about this and honestly im just gonna wait and see what happens the story isn’t over yet. i love acxa, and im certainly not about to dislike her or be negative about this dynamic because she talked to keith and may hold admiration for him, or even a crush (which is CUTE!).  

to me personally, i think the pair of them share a really wonderful fighting kind of bond, like an ancient code of honour and respect that both clearly adhere to very fiercely. it feels like ‘you saved my life and i respect what you stand for wholeheartedly so i’ll watch your back because we need more people like you in this fight i believe you are one of a kind’. their own moral code is always something they will follow and never break. 

LM and JDS said something pretty cool about this actually 

What’s their relationship all about?

JDS: It’s like a warrior’s respect.

LM: Yeah, it’s like an honor sort of thing. Axca, when we met her, she was on this mission to gather scaultrite from the Weblum, and she was probably going to die in that Weblum’s third stomach, trapped in her ship being digested. Keith saved her, knew she was Galra, but treated her with respect, and she appreciated that. She appreciated that this warrior saved her life regardless [of her Galra race] and treated her with respect the whole time. Even though she had to betray him at the end and take the scaultrite, I think she felt like that person has an honor that’s worthy of saving, so any chance she has to not kill him herself or not let him die, she feels like that’s a quality that needs to continue on in the world. I think that’s a quality that she thought Lotor had and maybe only realized at the end that for Lotor, it was all talk, whereas for Keith, it was apparent through his actions that he really had that honor.

HIS HONOUR IS WORTH SAVING. i’ve spoken about this in my honour bound analysis, and that definitely sticks with acxa. the way she is treated by him, despite wearing the enemy’s armour. he even exposes his back to her and acxa often seems to catch him when he’s unaware and in the midst of another kind of fight. 

he saved her life and she is grateful for that, he didn’t have to especially once it became clear they were probably on opposing sides of the fight. he still set that aside, knowing they had their best chance together. 

i think acxa can see how genuinely good and honest keith’s soul is, and how honourable he is. she really respects that in him, and it’s rare in the fight to see it in such a raw form. he’s not prepared to just leave people behind or treat them without general human decency it doesn’t matter who they are*:


*we’re not going into 1.11 here because that’s a different context to the ones shown above, that wasn’t keith not caring about allura that was keith directly following allura’s explicit wishes that they never bring voltron to central command [x][ [x] [x]. he never explicitly said they shouldn’t try to rescue her and weight out their options, just that they shouldn’t go on THIS PARTICULAR MISSION which entailed bringing voltron there in a way that was irrational and risking everything. it was worded in a way that was misunderstood by his team and there’s a lot to work through bc he’s actually more pragmatic than ppl think but yes. 

and i’ve spoken about this before, but he endeavours to judge people by their actions before piling on assumptions based on demeanour/status/rank and then use that to assess character which creates this very interesting, and overall pretty fair, treatment of other people. nobody is above anybody else. doesn’t matter if a princess or a king or some random person they just met that did the thing, it’s what they did itself that matters first. 

plus acxa admitting keith coming into her life encouraged her to carve her own path is BEAUTIFUL. it really resonated so well because we know keith has always been someone who endeavoured so make his own path and stick to what he believes in. so to see he has been so ingrained into part of somebody’s journey of their own self is also just so good for keith’s character arc too imo alongside acxa’s. 

he is part of what forged a new fire within her to be loyal to what she truly believes and never waver and to evolve, adapt. that is so good and im so happy to hear that. they’re both very respectful of each other in this very humbling, nostalgic way - and it’s clear acxa feels like she owes keith a lot for saving her life but keith would never hold that over her head. 

there’s a lot of deep gratitude and respect flourishing between them, and it’s been born into a war that is relentless and just plain messy. but it serves as a reminder there is light, there are things to fight for and people to fight with. that’s so good honestly. 


it’s really lovely and if people want to see it as a romantic foundation that is some GOOD FOOD to work with - congratulations!! 

so TLDR whatever happens i think the foundations for the exploration of their relationship thus far are REALLY INTERESTING AND COOL. 

A little message to my self shipping friends with autism! 💗

Your F/O? Absolutely adores you.

Your F/O never gets annoyed hearing about your hyperfixation! It doesn’t matter what it is, they want you to share it with them from sun up to sun down because it makes your eyes light up and they just think you are so beautiful when you’re happy. Sometimes after you go to bed they stay up to read more about what interests you so that they’re able to talk to you more about it.

Your F/O might be curious the first time they see you stim, but after you explain to them why you do it they understand it completely, and they do their best to give you that freedom to express yourself! Whether that means doing it with you so you don’t feel alone or standing close to you and intimidating anybody that even thinks about giving you a hard time. Sometimes you’ll find new stim toys on your bed or counter when you get home with little notes that say things like ‘saw it and thought of you’ or ‘because you said you wanted one!’ and they’re always signed with hearts. 

More than anything, your F/O wants you to be comfortable. If they know you hate a certain sound, they’ll make sure you don’t have to hear it. If it’s the sound of the blow dryer they’ll make sure they close the door when they dry their hair. If it’s the vacuum they’ll make sure to do that part of the cleaning when you’re out of the house. If they know you hate a certain texture they’ll keep that away from you so you don’t have to feel it. They’ll make sure all your blankets are the right fabric. They’ll take you to the beach but they’ll give you a piggy back to the water so you don’t have to get the sand in your clothes. 

If they notice that you’re overwhelmed they’ll do their best to take away the stimulant that’s causing it. If you’re around too many people they’ll find a quiet corner to take you and if you feel bad for leaving a situation they’ll make up an excuse that makes it sound like they’re the reason you need to go. They start carrying ear plugs with them in case you want them. They start cooking more to learn how to make the foods you like and they know exactly what to order for you when they’re picking up take-out. They’re sure to ask for consent before touching you in any manner to make sure you actually want it. They don’t think it’s rude if you have a hard time conversing or making eye contact. 

Your F/O loves you exactly the way that you are. You make them want to be better, they want to take care of you, to protect you, to make you feel as special as you make them feel. You’re amazing and they are SO lucky to have you! 

Let’s talk about an Alma Lives AU - just for a moment.

So, like, let’s say- let’s say Kanda is able to talk him down. He still kills everyone else in the lab, the project is still ended, but he doesn’t try to kill Kanda, not really, so Kanda doesn’t end up killing him back. Instead, Alma collapses in the middle of the room, cries his eyes out, and still doesn’t tell Kanda about their past lives because he’s realized that Kanda doesn’t remember, not like he does. And Kanda doesn’t cry, but he covers his eyes and doesn’t look at the dead bodies all around them.

They’re taken out of the lab, and both of them are all sharp edges and bared trauma. Kanda is still reluctant to speak, because he hasn’t killed his best friend but he’s still lost nearly everyone else he knew; Alma, meanwhile, is still tight and angry and secretive, reluctant to fill in the gaps for Kanda like he normally would. (Noise, whose experience is affected almost not at all, guides them both because being under Tiedoll has taught him a thing or two about handling traumatized children.)

They’re assigned to Tiedoll, the best with children and the most comforting, and in some ways it’s the same but in many ways it’s different. At first, they’re both quiet, they keep to themselves and each other, and they distrust him just for being a part of the Order - but of course, Tiedoll doesn’t care for the Order. He cares for them. So they get used to him, and then they get used to everything else.

And this, see, this would be one of the best parts of an Alma Lives AU - Kanda and Alma discovering the world together.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be willing to share some of your thoughts about Yuri's motivation over the rings, at least? I'd be curious to read your thoughts especially since that scene in particular has a lot of cultural terminology and background that doesn't translate perfectly for International audiences to begin with.

This is a hard one because, as you wrote, I think there are cultural differences especially regarding the concept of “omamori” (protective charms).

First of all it would be very useful to read this interesting and complete post about “omamori”. Although regarding the part about the rings being round and that symbolizing a bond I’m not sure, I think that might be reading too deeply. At the end there’s also my comment on the meaning of the word “omajinai”, which is also not that easy to translate…

This said, the rest under the cut. Of course this is just my personal interpretation based on the Japanese dialogues in the anime and partly on interviews (I think it doesn’t even clash with the “soulmates” thing in the interview from CREA). All quotes from the dialogues are translated by me and do not use the English sub/dub. I am translating “omamori” as “protective charm”.

Warning: it’s kind of long and has pictures because if I don’t explain it thoroughly it might be hard to get my point across.

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anonymous asked:

Are you doing the b99 head canons still? (I'm sorry I saw in in some tags and thought it was a really great idea, but if I'm too late that's ok:)) Cause I'd really like to see someone write some head canons for when Amy's pregnant and her and jake go to get the ultrasound and everyone's just really proud and happy and it's just a nice idea :))) You don't have to though, don't feel pressured if you don't feel like it!!

• Amy looked at every ultrasound clinic in town to find one that had an open slot at a time when nobody would be working. She was determined to make sure she could share this moment with everyone.
• Amy scheduled the ultrasound at 2pm. Jake was afraid he’d be late as usual so he made get there at noon. He was afraid Amy’d be uncomfortable in his smaller car so Terry offered to drive them in his minivan.
• Terry offered to give their child Cagney, Lacey, and Ava’s hand-me-downs. They don’t care if it’s a boy because honestly who cares if a male infant is wearing pink clothing. Jake: “F*** gender roles!” *puts hands on Amy’s belly* “I’m so sorry our baby had to hear that kind of language, but I feel very strongly about this issue”
• Since they showed up so early, they stop at a coffee shop near the clinic. Amy drinks water, and so does Jake. Jake gave up alcohol and caffine while Amy’s pregnant so she won’t be the only one suffering.
• Amy: “Jake, you can order coffee. You’re doing more than enough to help.”
Jake: “You’re about to squeeze a tiny human out of you. I should ask Charles to kick me in the groin as hard as he can while you’re in labor so we’ll be suffering together. The pain you’re going through is worse than anything, even worse than growing up without a dad.”
• Jake gets quiet and starts thinking to himself. Then he starts whimpering, then full on sobbing. Amy panics, asks what’s wrong. Jake chokes out “I always hated my dad for leaving me and mom. I know I’ll never do that to my family. I’ll always be there for my kid.”

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Spooky Cookies & Vampire Fangs

Erik ‘Dadmonger’ Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Enjoy!!

A loud clatter sounded through the house, tin against tile. Silence followed the sudden noise but your maternal light sleeping was always in full effect. You shifted beneath the sheets of your bed, turning into your back to stare at the ceiling. Giggles drifted into the bedroom from downstairs. This had Erik and Kavari all over it.

Deciding against returning to your nap, you swung your legs from the bed. Your arms stretched to the ceiling before you slipped on your robe. The slippers on your feet mushed into the carpet of the hallway before you met the hardwood stairs. “Cookies?” You raised an eyebrow at the sweet aroma.

“Baba, look at my vampire cookie. It’s just like yours!” Your son’s voice yelled with excitement before he hissed. You entered the dining room, grinning at the sight. Erik focused on frosting his cookie as Kavari did his best to imitate his father. “Baking cookies by yourselves? Never thought I’d see the day..” Pressing a kiss to Erik’s cheek, you grinned as he chuckled.

Erik paused his decorating to take you hand in his, and bring you around to sit in his lap. “Me and Kavari wanted to let you rest so..” He motioned his head towards the busy second grader. “We decided we’d bake those cookies he needed, ourselves. Ain’t that right little man?”

“Yeah. Cause Baba said that he’s a chef and all he needs is a hat..” Kavari beamed as you threw an amused look at Erik, snorting a short chuckle. Erik smirked. “Me and Baba are making spooky cookies for the Halloween party at school. See? It has vampire fangs, just like me and daddy.”

You rose an eyebrow in surprise, throwing a knowing look at Erik when Kavari beam a golden-fanged smile. Erik pressed a kiss to your shoulder, mumbling they’re fake, relax for only you to hear. He’d seen them in the costume aisle at Wal-Mart and thought they’d be cute for Kavari. They really looked like twins now. “Yeah. They’re so cute, baby boy.”

“Not cute, mama. They’re supposed to be spooky.” Kavari corrected and you felt Erik’s chest vibrate as he chuckled. You nudged his head, giggling as you stood from his lap. Walking over to Kavari, you bent down kiss his forehead.

“My bad, baby. They’re very spooky.” He beamed at that, handing you one to taste. You thanked him and broke it in half to share with him. He mumbled a thanks, mama before biting into the delicious desert. “Now go put them in the fridge so the icing won’t melt, baby.” He nodded before standing from the chair, grabbing his cookies and disappearing into the kitchen.

You turned back to Erik with a smirk, waving the small piece of cookie you had left. “All you need is a hat, huh.. So you’re a vampire and a chef?” He chuckled at your teasing, pulling you to him by your waist. Looking up at you, he licked his lips.

“Yeah. As long as I get to sink my teeth in you and bake cookies in your oven..”


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feacygeab  asked:

Hellonio👉 I saw that requests were open and I'd kill a man for some headcannons about MC totally DESTROYING all of the RFA members + V in an intense game of Monopoly. Pretty please with honey Buddha chips on top?

What started off as an innocent suggestion to spend time together slowly turned into an emotional bloodbath. Your opposition didn’t seem to think their decisions through and almost all at once, you owned the board. Victory seeming so close, yet so far. Yet they thought they still had a fighting chance and charged on…

He wasn’t entirely confident at this point, but determined to see it through. Although he made some terrible decisions beforehand, like selling you his shares of the railroad. He let his love for you interfere and that was a naive move. And it was evident to him when he saw you buying house pieces for your empire, then laughing maniacally. He really just thought it was cute, until your competitiveness was getting the best of you. He still had a few hundred dollars so he held out hope, thought maybe you’d have some mercy on him as he bargained for even just one property you owned.

“Even just one of the first few,” he pestered, giving you puppy eyes, knowing full well that was your weakness.

“Fine,” you said, selling him a small property for an outrageous amount out of pity.

Little did he realize that he basically ended up with nothing but a stupid little property that wouldn’t bring back enough money to save him. It’s no wonder he ended up losing right after that turn, landing on one of your properties and having to pay for more than he had. Although this bankruptcy wasn’t real, it sure felt like it was when you started gloating.

Or so he thought, owning at least some property in each section, but not enough to build on. He thought that could at least stop you or stall some time while he thought out a plan to take you down. But while he was thinking it out, you were slowly taking all his money. Soon enough, he was only left with a few hundred and still no solid way to stop you. That is until he remembered your only weakness.

“MC,” he said as he took a hold of your chin to look directly into his eyes, “why don’t we put this game to rest.”

Your mind clouded for a minute, thinking of all the possible things he could hint at, but knowing that he’s just trying to play you like a fiddle. You can’t allow this, you can’t let your hard work go to waste. Immediately you pull away and continue your treacherous take over, using his same dirty tactic to take his property. Before he knew it, the game ended with nothing but absolute tension between you two, making the next few days difficult and passive aggressive, until you two decided that it was just a dumb game. To you, however, you’ll always remember this win and use it against him.

She tried to play it off, pretending that this wasn’t gonna get to her. But as the game kept going and you were gaining speed and property, she knew she had to put an end to this. She had never seen you so competitive, it was almost frightening to see what lengths you’d go to win. At first, she wanted to let you gain some momentum, since she had played and dominated this before. She did not, however, expect you to gain almost all the property and build on them, making it so that at every turn, she had to fork over a large sum of money. As the game went on for hours and her patience running low, knowing she didn’t have enough money to go on, she thought that maybe you’d lighten up.

“MC, can we maybe call it even and end it here?”

“Hmmm,” you’d hum, hand on chin with fake thought, “no. Now keep going and accept your fate, unless you want to be a loser by default?”

She definitely wasn’t happy with what you said, but your words definitely got to her. And as she soldiered on, knowing her fate, she accepted her loss. She was glad that you seemed to soften up, but definitely didn’t appreciate the gloating that came after the apology.

He didn’t want to lose like this. He wouldn’t really care for winning a game, but he was the heir of a big company. If he couldn’t win this, then how could he successfully money manage and make business decisions. As he saw the end nearing closer and closer, he only kept turning on the charm. Trying to cut deals with you for property with his seducing words and touch. At every turn, he’d inch closer to you, whispering in your ear about how good you were at this and how he wishes to end this sooner with another activity. But his offers were weak, absolutely nothing compared to the defeat you were about to see on his face, but you decided to humour him.

“How about,” you said lowly, running your fingers up his arm and to his chest as you paused, “you suffer the consequences of your bad decisions.”

And with that, you ended your turn by buying out the last of the available property, successfully owning the entire board. You watched the rest of the game in comfort, knowing that you could see that glimmer of hope in his eyes diminish and frustration taking its place. After what felt like forever to you, but too soon for Jumin, you won. You noticed that he seemed more upset than usual about losing, which you thought wasn’t normal for any other game.

“Hey,” you almost whispered, placing one hand on his back and the other on his inner thigh, “how about we do that other activity you suggested.”

Saeran left the game in the first hour, knowing he couldn’t take you after seeing how fierce the competition was. Saeyoung, however, kept on, thinking it was cute that you were so competitive. And cute that you thought you could take him on. That was until you started claiming territory. Soon enough, you had an empire (a monopoly, if you will) on the game, ready to claim everything that was his in every turn. He tried to do the only thing he could think to do, which was cheat. Pretend he didn’t see how much he owed you, steal money from the banker, lie about his own property tax. You weren’t buying any of that and called him out every time. And soon enough, he accepted what was to come, but not before completely throwing the board off the table, destroying everything you worked so hard to gain. You stared at him, mouth agape with disbelief at what he’d done.

“Oops,” he shrugged, faking innocence. And you two didn’t speak for five days, having Saeran send messages between you two until you two finally decided to be adults about this and play another round for true glory and honour.

He intentionally threw the game at first, knowing that it would make you happy to win. But you caught on pretty easily when the first game ended in half an hour. It wasn’t until the fourth game that he had started taking it a little more serious. But as soon as he saw the determination, he knew suggesting the game in the first place was an absolute mistake. You were sneaky, only taking some property at first so he wouldn’t have a chance at building on it. And although you had some mercy on him and gave him a chance by donating some property to him, you quickly shut that down by making him pay your property tax. And soon enough, he was left with nothing but loss.

“How about next time we play something less competitive,” he paused to think, “like Jenga, or Scrabble!”

You scoffed thinking about how he didn’t think you could turn those as competitive. V was left to think whether he had opened a can of worms by introducing a weekly game night.


I didn’t think I’d get this many asks about my kids I’m??? actually so happy???? *O* more stuff about them under cut, as asked <3

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piebsa  asked:

Prompt: Jeremy kissed/made out with Brooke and Chloe when he was squiped and now Michael is embarrassed because he hasn't kissed anyone yet. And so he looks "how to kiss" in wikihow, doesn't delete the history and Jeremy finds out. (The part of searching it in wikihow it's meh, I just want Jeremy to find out and be like "dude, you don't have to worry. I'm sure you kiss alright) and then they kiss. Ahhhh, I'd love you even more if you do it.

Sorry it took so long (._.) Here you go;; Thank you for the prompt!

“Hey dude can you grab me a soda while you’re up and moving?” Yelled Jeremy from across the room, too lazy to move from his fixed position on the beanbag. 

“Since when was I your maid?” Michael joked, tossing his best friend an ice cold soda nonetheless. “I’ll be right back, don’t play without me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jeremy muttered in response whilst taking a small sip of his drink. The two boys had just spent the last few hours clearing floors off of a DLC of Apocalypse of the Dammed Michael had managed to find in the old retro game shop down the street. Within half a day the boys had almost gotten through the whole game but given their poor diet of mountain dew and chips the two often had to pause for bathroom breaks and refills, slowing their overall progress down.

Jeremy set down his drink and looked up at the ceiling in contemplation. It had been a month or so since the Squip incident and everything had virtually settled down. Jeremy had gained a bunch of new friends from the experience, despite how traumatic it had been. This included Christine, a girl on whom Jeremy had lusted for years. The two had tried to date, they really did, but it was soon apparent that despite how well they got along together, they only saw each other as close friends. When Jeremy had told Michael that night, his friend assumed the worst, instantly offering to come over with a horde of junk food and movies to distract him. Surprisingly for both boys, Jeremy felt great. He assured Michael that nothing was wrong and that he was the happiest he had been in a while, and strangely, he didn’t miss the slight change in Michael’s tone of voice, almost as if he was smiling sweetly over the phone. 

Jeremy didn’t miss the soft blush on his best friend’s cheeks whenever he complimented him.

And Jeremy certainly didn’t miss his sinking face whenever he talked about his time with Brooke or Chloe, despite how much he hated to think about it. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi!!! Ok so I have a weird request, only because it's like an odd pair...? But can I request Ray and Vanderwood as parents please? Not them as a couple, but the separate boys... like they're in a relationship with YOU but I'd like them as a parent... ok I'm talking a lot but please do this! And you can do it anyway you want and have fun with it. I'm so excited to see how you interpret them as parents! What they'll do with their kids and stuff... yay! LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG ❤️ Thanks!

This is so sweet! I’m so glad you love my work – I really love this request. Two precious’ we must protect (˶◕‿◕˶✿)

Ray and Vanderwood as parents



  • Ray is a loving, adoring father, and like any devoted father, would walk the ends of the earth for his children.
  • He had never thought about having children. He thought he was brought to this earth to do his saviors bidding. But then you came along to test his game, and you two fell in love. You showed him what he was truly worth, and showed him he was brought to this earth not to serve anyone but to live for himself.
  • When you gave him his first child, he cried as he held the little bundle in his arms. You gave him so such a beautiful gift. Your love, and with that love, you two created such a beautiful child.
  • And the two of you continued to bring more precious children into the world. More children for him to love and care for.
  • Ray makes a promise to himself, you, and his kids; that he would give the children the childhood he was deprived of, and he would be the best father he could possibly be.
  • For one, Ray let’s his kids have lots of ice cream.
  • Lots of it.
  • He’ll usually has to sneak it to them because you have a rule on no ice cream before bed. While you’re in the shower or doing last minute work, Ray will tip-toe up to the kids rooms and bring them their ice cream.
  • There is lots of giggles and Ray having to gently shush them so they don’t get caught. One time after he snuck ice cream to his son, he had to quickly grab it out of the boys hands and run to hide in the closet when you came in to check on him.
  • He also takes them out for ice cream a lot. Usually after school. The rule is one scoop, but if his kids are feeling said he’ll let them have two.
  • So you can definitely expect the kids to pretend to be sad to get two scoops.
  • Ray is very sweet towards his children; he praises them for everything, and can never raise his voice towards them.
  • He can also never say no to his kids, which can be a problem.
  • They’re very spoiled.
  • One of Ray’s favorite things to do is make flower crowns for his children. He wants to share his love of flowers with his children.
  • He makes crowns out of roses, daffodils, sunflowers, daisies, etc. Usually, you and him will have the rose flower crowns and the kids will have sunflowers.
  • A favorite memory of his with his daughter was helping her to create her first ever flower crown. She decided to use lilacs, and the crown turned out beautiful. It fit perfectly on her head. Ray took a selfie with her and her new crown and set it as his lock screen.
  • Every night, Ray tucks his children into bed, and he reads them a bedtime story. He likes knowing it is his voice that helps them drift into sleep.
  • You told him once his voice was calm, so he can only presume it is the calmness in his voice that helps them sleep.
  • A few times he’s fallen asleep with them when reading. Sometimes he’ll be so engrossed in a book and he’ll keep reading… and reading… way after they have fallen asleep, and he’ll fall asleep too.
  • Like his kids, he is a restless sleeper, so when you go looking for Ray and find him in the kids room, he is on his stomach, dangling off the bed while one child is between his legs and the other is on his back, drooling into his hair.
  • Whenever the kids have a nightmare, Ray is the first time to them. He remembers a time he woke up to his youngest child hollering, and he bolted to their room.
  • He’s very good at comforting them by holding them in his lap, stroking their hair and gently shushing them.
  • After a nightmare, he’ll bring them into bed with you, and the two of you will practically sandwich them.


  • Never in a million years did Vanderwood think he’d be married now to such a wonderful, beautiful person. You.
  • Children was the last thing on Vanderwood’s mind, and if he was told maybe five or so years ago that he would have children with you as his wonderful spouse, he would have scoffed in their faces and tazed them.
  • Vanderwood never thought of himself as someone who was deserving of a family,
  • And yet here he is now with you at his side, smiling up at you as the both of you held your two twins. The little girl cradled against his chest, and the little boy wide awake, screaming into your shoulder.
  • You laughed a little when Vanderwood sighed, rubbing his temple with his free hand and mumbling, “God almighty,” as the boy lets out another howl.
  • With your free hand, you first patted the boys head then squeezed Vanderwoods hand, then bringing his hands to your lips so you could kiss it softly. “Remember, we are in this together.” Vanderwood smiled, squeezing your hand back. You were right, you were in this together. And he’d do his best to be a good husband and good father.
  • Vanderwood is a very strict father.
  • Very.
  • His children must have good grades. He does not accept anything below a C. He can be a little harsh when it comes to grades, but it is really only because he has their best interest in mind.
  • And he will always lend a helping hand if his children are struggling with their homework or studying. He likes to make flashcards for them and set up mini tests for them.
  • Vanderwood is probably the best at giving advice because he doesn’t give anything half-assed, and he always speaks the truth. He has no filter.
  • And besides that, he can’t bear to see his children cry. His heart will just… tug in a weird way when he sees a tear fall down their small little faces.
  • He is good at comforting them. He will sit them down besides him and he’ll wrap an arm around their shoulder. He’ll gently rub their arm and pull them to him. His voice will be very gentle, but stern. He listens to everything they have to say, and responds with the best he can give them.
  • Vanderwood definitely teaches his kids self defense. He wants them to be strong and very prepared.
  • Uncle Seven helps with the training.
  • Vanderwood is… a bit of a soccer mom.
  • He is in charge of getting the children to school and to all after school activities. And any activity his children partake in after school, he gets far to into it. 
  • Can sometimes be a little pressuring, but you’re always able to settle him.
  • Vanderwood plans many family vacations. Though he isn’t an agent anymore, he still has a lot of money received from being an agent. Plus, he gets paid a lot of income from the new job he has. He likes to use this money on his family in the best ways possible.
  • Vanderwood loves Hawaii so there are a lot of trips to Hawaii. They have a house by the ocean there, and when they are in Hawaii, Vanderwood just likes to relax with you under his arm and the children playing on the beach.
  • But Vanderwood has a rule; no electronics. And the kids can get really upset about it at first. 
  • Vanderwood shuts them up by throwing them in the ocean.
  • The children help Vanderwood to become, as he says, ‘a better romantic.’ He only mildly regrets to telling his daughter once how he thought he wasn’t very romantic towards you.
  • But he is always happen why they help him think of new and fun ways to surprise you, and romantic ways for him to show his love for you.
  • It just so happens that his daughter is a hopeless romantic and his son likes to construct plans ad such.
  • A lot of the times, you, him and the kids fall asleep on the couch either watching TV or just relaxing while you read a book to them.
  • He is usually only asleep for about an hour due to being uncomfortable on the couch. Once awake, he first carries you to bed and tucks you in,
  • Then he takes the children to bed. He tucks them both in and kisses their foreheads, ruffling their hair a bit before going back to cuddle up with you in bed.


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anonymous asked:

Thank you so much for taking on my painting prompt! I absolutely adore the fic. Your writing leaves me feeling warm and loved. Would you ever write some ust fluff for Arcadia? Or another circumstance where they have to share a bed?

I’m so happy you liked the painting fic, anon! I hope you like this one, too. It’s pretty short and not set in Arcadia, but in Rain King. Not as fluffy as I would have liked. Blame this hellish day. 

Tagging @today-in-fic and @fictober

“Ouch, Scully!” The mattress moves as Mulder turns around again - or tries to anyway. She can’t see him very well; nights in Kroner, Kansas are dark and they switched off the light 20 minutes ago when this whole trying to get comfortable in a twin bed with your work partner game started. It’s not as much fun as it sounds.

“Have you never slept with anyone before?“ He rubs some part of his body. His head, she hopes, where her elbow just connected. He’s big pile of warm Mulder, smelling minty fresh and like fresh linen. She didn’t mean to hurt him. There’s just not enough space in here. Or they’re both not good at sharing.

"Excuse me?” Scully would raise an eyebrow at him if only he could see her face. He moves again, his body slides against her, before he huffs and falls quiet. For a short, blissful moment anyway. 

“I know you had sex before, Scully. But when was the last time you slept next to someone?” His arm shoots out and lands painfully against her hipbone. 

“I could ask you the same.” Lifting his arm away from her body proves harder than she would have thought. 

“Last year.” He answers not realizing it was a rhetorical question. Scully gasps; she doesn’t mean to, of course. Who he sleeps with is none of her business. She doesn’t care. Not at all. Not. One. Tiny. Bit. Really.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” The words slip out before she can stop them. Sheets rustle and Mulder is on the move again.

“It was you, Scully.”

“We didn’t sleep together, Mulder.” Clearly she would remember that.  

“Well, I slept. The mothman case, Scully.” Oh that. 

“Doesn’t count. There was no bed.” And she didn’t sleep anyway. She hopes he can’t hear her relief now; there’s no other woman.

“Hm, still last year, though." But does he ever shut up?


“That was you, too,” he sounds proud but she has to interrupt him.

“In your dreams, Mulder.” He shakes his head, she feels it, and leans closer.

“It happened, Scully. It was that time when I picked you up after chemo.” One time. Her mother was out of town, Scully had told her to go, assuring her that she would be fine. And then it was bad. Really, really bad. The worst. Not knowing what else to do, helpless with pain and exhaustion, she called Mulder. Memories of that night are hazy at best. They never talked about it ever again, life catching up with them.

“I put you to bed after… you weren’t feeling well so I put you to bed. I wasn’t sure I could leave you alone because…” he clears his throat and Scully swallows hard, “so I stayed.”

“You were next to me the whole time?” Another nod, no words. His body moves again, trying to get closer or further away in this limited space. 

“Thank you.” She says, barely above a whisper, a rustle against the pillow. Maybe Mulder hasn’t even heard her. He’s restless, impatiently searching for the perfect position. Another sigh as he finds it or simply gives up.

“You’re welcome.” He mumbles, sighs. So he has heard her.

“Are you comfortable now?”

“The bed is too small for two people, Scully. Can you sing for me again? That helped last time.”

“No, Mulder. I’m tired and I really want to sleep.” She yawns to get her point across. 

“Fine. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Scully closes her eyes, relaxes her breathing, and finds that she can’t fall asleep after all. Because of Mulder. He is awake; his uneven breathing gives him away.

“How did you fall asleep when we were - when we shared the bed that night?” The question doesn’t come easily; she doesn’t like to think about that time. The pain and the anguish. But she wishes she remembered this; sleeping next to Mulder, knowing he was looking out for her. 

“I didn’t. I needed to stay awake in case you got sick again or needed something. I didn’t sleep, Scully. You did, though. I remember how peaceful you looked. I could almost… almost convince myself that you were really fine. I knew you weren’t. But you wanted me to believe so I pretended I did.” Tears prick Scully’s eyes. She is not going to cry. She wants to go back to his jokes and innuendoes, his helpless tossing and turning like a seal on land. Her hand reaches out blindly searching for his. When she finds it, she squeezes it softly. 

“Let’s try to sleep now, Mulder.” She whispers.

“I can’t promise anything.” He whispers back. “Who knows when I next get lucky?” There he is again, Scully smiles into the darkness; her perfectly hilarious Mulder. 

“Hm, I don’t know, Mulder. If you prove to be a nice snuggle bunny who can be quiet…” she trails off, letting him fill in the gaps. He’s not really good at it, she knows, but one day he’ll get it, follow her lead, and she’ll be right here.

“Snuggle bunny?”

“Silent snuggle bunny.” She waits for more, a comment, anything, but Mulder remains quiet this time. Sleep tugs at her, finally, and Scully falls asleep with a smile on her face.

ravnclaws  asked:

Hi, Rhiannon! I'd love to see what you do with Jily + #4! xx

‘blow my heart out’

#4: “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

For some reason I actually have inspiration??? probs because I’m meant to be doing coursework, oops. Anyways, here ya go!

canon (sixth year)

“If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his arse.” Marlene says loudly, too loudly.

Lily rolls her eyes, “He’s not going to treat me like shit.”

“Who’s going to treat you like shit, Evans?” Potter has appeared, of course, and Marlene smiles because that’s what she wanted.

“None of your business,” she says, trying not to look at him.

They’re on their way to Hogsmeade, the first trip of the new year, and Potter has jogged to catch up with him, abandoning the other Marauders several metres behind. They catch up now, Sirius scowling at James.

“If he’s going to treat you like shit it is!” Potter sounds indignant.

“Who’s treating her like shit?” Peter and Remus ask in unison.

“Davey Gudgeon,” Marlene supplies, ever the traitor.

Potter splutters. “Gudgeon? Davey Gudgeon?”

“Jealous?” Peter asks, because they all know it’s true. Except for Lily, who just speeds up.

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anonymous asked:

I've been to shy to ask you this, but now that you've mentioned.. I'd love something with Yuuri ending up wetting his and Victor's bed while sleeping cause he was too stressed of the upcoming competition.. V is the first one to wake up and notice it, so he just gently shake him up and calmly explain the situation to him.. yuuri is obviously mortified that he just did that while he was sharing a bed with his husband, but V is so nice abt it, helping him shower and comforting him about it.. 💕

What a cute prompt!

Yuuri stares at the bed anxiously, his hands twisting together. “Try to get some sleep,” Victor murmurs soothingly in his ear. Yuuri frowns and shakes his head.

“But-” Yuuri stutters out half a protest. How could he possibly sleep right now? His last couple of practices have been nothing short of disastrous, and the Four Continents Championship is next week. He can’t possibly perform at the level that’s expected of him. He’s going to humiliate himself and bring shame upon Victor. It’ll be like his first Grand Prix Final all over again!

Victor breaks him out of his worried thoughts. “You need to rest, love. Try for me?”

He’s making that face again, the pleading one that Yuuri can never say no to. He nods reluctantly, changing into his pajamas and laying down next to Victor.

“Just relax, darling,” Victor coos in his ear as he rubs gentle circles on his back, between his shoulder blades. “I have absolute faith in you.”

His eyes stinging with grateful tears, Yuuri jerks his head in a tiny nod and closes his eyes. Victor continues to rub his back, and despite the thoughts swirling chaotically in his head and the crushing anxiety that threatens to drown him, he finds himself drifting off.

The music for his short program begins, and Yuuri panics: he can’t remember any of the choreography! He attempts to fumble through the first few steps of Eros, but he can hear the audience laughing at him-it’s louder than the music-and the jeers of the other skaters as they watch his pathetic performance.

You can do this! Yuuri tells himself, gearing up for a triple axel. He’s gotten his rhythm back, he can still make up for lost time with his jumps. But his takeoff is clumsy, and upon landing he finds himself crashing into the ice hard enough to knock the wind out of him. When he finally gets his breathing back under control (and his courage back), Yuuri sits up and looks for Victor.

His heart stops when he sees his coach’s face. The disappointment in his eyes is as clear as day, and as Yuuri watches, he opens his mouth to say something. The music has stopped, everything frozen in time as he waits to hear from Victor. He looks angry; Yuuri’s heart sinks.

“Yuuri, wake up.” The voice is Victor’s, but it’s so much softer and gentler than Yuuri had expected that he’s taken aback.

Suddenly, he’s opening his eyes (when did he close them), and to his immense relief, he’s safe in his and Victor’s bedroom. The competition hasn’t happened yet, he didn’t make a fool of himself on the ice. He breathes out a sigh of relief.

“Oh good, you’re awake! You were having a bad dream, I think,” Victor explains, gesturing to the blankets covering Yuuri’s legs.

Yuuri nods, and looks down at his lap, confused-and then he notices the dampness of the sheets between his thighs. A hand flies to his mouth. He didn’t!

“It’s alright, love, you were having a nightmare,” Victor tries to console him, but Yuuri is too busy hyperventilating with horror over the fact that he just wet the bed like a child.

Soon tears are rushing down his cheeks and his gasps have turned into noisy sobs. He hasn’t had an accident like this in years!

Through it all, Victor clutches him to his chest, rubbing his back gently and stroking his hair, murmuring soothing words in Russian and Japanese. When Yuuri’s sobs finally taper off, Victor wipes the tears off his face and kisses his forehead.

“I promise that I’m not mad at you, Yuuri. You were asleep, you couldn’t control it.” Giving Yuuri’s shoulder another soothing pat, he continues. “Now let’s get you cleaned up, da?”

The next hour and a half feel surreal to Yuuri. Victor doesn’t scold him for making a mess, instead he helps Yuuri to the shower and fetches him new pajamas and changes out the sheets and remakes the bed. When Yuuri and the bed are both clean and freshly made up, they lay back down. It does take some coaxing him from Victor, but eventually they’re both settled.

Victor spoons up behind Yuuri, wrapping his arms around his chest protectively. “My love,” he murmurs into Yuuri’s damp hair. “Please tell me what’s bothering you.”

Yuuri balks at telling Victor the truth, but Victor has been so wonderful about this whole thing; he owes him. Taking a deep breath to steal himself, Yuuri answers him in a mumble. “I’m terrified that I’m going to let you down.”

There’s a moment of silence, then Victor responds. “Oh, my Yuuri,” he breathes. “I wish that you would understand that no matter what you do, you could never disappoint me. No matter what, know that I am always proud of you. You’ve come so far.” He punctuates this declaration with a kiss to the top of Yuuri’s head.

His heart feels lighter already. “Even if I flub all my jumps?” Yuuri asks, partially teasing, partly serious.

“Of course,” Victor says instantly. “You could quit skating and I’d still be proud of you. Now, you need to get some rest. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be here to keep you safe from those bad dreams.”

Yuuri smiles brightly and squeezes Victor’s hands. Wrapped in warmth and comfort, he rests peacefully the rest of the night.

He’s going to rock the championships. After all, he has the best coach.

katamount  asked:

Hello, everlarkbirthdaygoddesses! 😘 My birthday is April 1 (no foolin’!) ☺️ and I would love a gift to share with everyone in the fandom. If it were rated M/E, that would be purrrfect, but I'd be happy with anything. Thank you for sharing the love. xo

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Happy Birthday, @katamount! The birthday ‘goddessess’ (your words not ours ;)) have decreed your special day a very worthy one, indeed. Thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for the incredible part 2 of All’s Fair. You can find part one here

“We’re graduating in a year, Gale. Going into different branches with different bases and little chance of being assigned together,” Katniss says.

Unless we’re married. Even then, we’d maybe get one or two assignments together if we’re lucky, and there’s not even a guarantee of that.

But I can’t say any of that to her, because this is the first time she’s even mentioned what happens after, and while my battered heart lurches at the knowledge that she’s actually thinking about us in the long term…if she’s already thinking of dumping my ass over this, then mentioning marriage now would just be the nail in my coffin.

R.I.P. Gale Hawthorne. He opened his mouth too wide and choked on wanting too much.

“We can find a way to make it work,” I hear myself say, and the words sound useless even to me. A hundred million pleas sit on the tip of my tongue, all the things that won’t mean a damn without her, all the ways I want to fight for us, but I can’t stop my brain from jumbling them all together and she doesn’t need me to be a pathetic mess right now so I choke them back.

“Gale,” she says and it already sounds like ‘good-bye.’

I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fists, feeling the bite of the plastic cuffs into my wrists and hoping the physical pain will keep me grounded through the pain of her leaving.

“Just…do it fast, okay?” I whisper, hoping it’ll be like ripping off a band aid and knowing it won’t. “You don’t even have to say anything. Just…go.”

“That’s the problem,” she whispers back. “I can’t. It’s always been you, Gale.”

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Originally posted by yogopanda

LOL! How many of you vomited? Don’t lie! We just couldn’t resist since this day only comes around once a year. @katamount you are a fan to all and a fabulous person in this fandom. We wish you the best birthday EVER! Your REAL story is below the cut. *hugs* 

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demigodgirl91  asked:

Hello! I really enjoyed "Boating" (Harry x Moana's daughter) so much that I'd like to request another story featuring the two of them, if that is ok. I was wondering if you could write one where Harry proposes to Moana's daughter, with a bit of encouragement from Uma (who happens to like Moana's daughter and is a very good friend) and Gil (who likes her too). Huge pirate/ Polynesian wedding if you know what I mean! Thank you <3

The Pirate And The Polynesian Princess

Writer - @harry-hook-me (myself)

Request - @demigodgirl91

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Descendants characters or scenes from the movies, all credits goes to the creators and producers of Disneys descendants.

Summary – Follow up to Boating; Harry and the daughter of Moana’s wedding

Warnings – none… I don’t think.

Word count - 1630

Originally posted by whats-a-queen-without-a-king

Five years have passed since Harry helped me get over my fear of sailing, since then we both graduated from Auradon Prep and planned to sail the world together. He had always promised me he would take me to Neverland one day. What else happened? Oh yeah, we got engaged.

Flash back – Harry’s POV

“Come on Harry, since when were you ever scared. Your Harry bloody Hook for Christ sake. Man up.” Uma nagged, I was planning on asking Y/n to marry me but I’m scared out of my mind, what if she says no? “Uma this is a big deal, you would be scare if you were in my position.” I fired back. “She loves you Harry, She’s so completely in love with you, and so are you to her, you both deserve to be happy, and together I know you will be. You love her don’t you” Uma added “of course, more than anything” I replied, “so go for it, follow your heart” she encouraged.

Y/n’s POV

Uma had told me Harry wanted to see me down on the beach, as I walked down I thought about what my life is going to turn out to be like, will I be like my mother? Will Harry and I stay together? As I got closer to the beach I saw hundreds of little candles all lit up in a row leading to the old shed with all the boats in, the place where Harry had encouraged me to go sailing with him. As I walked round the corner of the shed I saw Harry stood leant against the wall of the shed, his signature red coat placed on the sand, with is hat and hook on top. “Harry?” I said softly, he turned and smiled his beautiful smile at me, coming closer and kissing me gently. “hey” Harry said back after pulling away from the kiss. “What’s all this?” I asked referring to all the candles and rose petals scattered around the small blue wooden shed. “It’s for you” he grinned, looking down at the hard work he clearly had put in “do you like it?” he asked looking back up at me, locking eye contact “I love it” I giggled in response. “So, Y/n, there’s uh- something I want to ask you” Harry said, I nodded gesturing him to go on. “I- I’ve loved you since I first ever saw you on my first day, I know that’s sounds all cliché and love at first sight doesn’t really exist, but for us, well I guess it does. The first moment I laid eyes on you, something changed in side of me, I think it was my heart feeling this strange feeling for the first ever time, that feeling is called true love. I could not ask for a better best friend and girlfriend, I don’t think I could last a day without you, you truly mean the world to me so…” Harry got on one knee and pulled out a little box from his pocket. I coveted my mouth in shock, was this really happening. “Y/f/n will you marry me?” he asked. Every positive emotion known to man hit me like a ton of bricks, Love, Happiness, joy. Tears began pricking at my eyes from sheer happiness. “Of course I will marry you” I answered, Harry’s smile bigger than I ever imagined. He placed the ring on my finger, it fit perfectly. He then stood up and we shared a long and loving kiss and a warm embrace.

End of flashback – Y/n’s POV

Today was finally the day I was marring my true love. Everything was perfect, beautifully organised with the help of Uma. We had persuaded fairy godmother to help us get the pirate ship sailed over to Auradon for the wedding, it was decorated with candles, flowers and very Pirate and Polynesian themed to represent both and Harry and I. The bides maids and grooms men were dressed in pirate type clothing, but a bit more formal thanks to Evie’s help. They also had red orange lays on. Evie had made my dress and it was stunning, I beautiful cream coloured dress with a muted orange sash round the waist. My long (Y/h/c) was loosely curled and flowing down my back, my makeup rather natural just the way I usually did it. As something borrowed, something blue and something old, my mother had given me the necklace she wore to return the heart of Te Fiti. Something new, was a ring that everyone on Uma’s crew had, “you’re a part of Harry now, so you’re a part of the crew. Welcome to the family” Uma smile after placing the ring on my right middle finger then hugging me.

Mals, came into the room me and my brides maids were getting ready in. “wow Y/n, you look amazing” she exclaimed before hugging me, she pulled away. “It’s time” she said with excitement evident in her voice.

Standing at one end of the else, I looked down to see Harry, in his typical pirate get-up, but a little more formal, and his trademark red leather jacket, and the red and orange lay round his neck. His smile bigger than I have ever seen it before. God he’s beautiful.

A soft piano melody begun playing, my grandfather, Chief Tui, was giving me away. I linked arms with him and slowly began walking down the else which was covered in orange rose petals and palm leaves. As I reached the end, my grandfather kissed my cheek and I went to stand with Harry. Once with him I held his hands I mine and smiled followed by a tiny giggle. I can’t believe this is actually happening. His eye a little teary and his cheeks a soft shade of red, he looked so happy, which makes me happier.

Skip to vows

“My dearest Y/n.” he begun in his think Scottish accent that I’ve grown to absolutely adore. “I don’t think I could have got any luckier, when I was first told I was coming over to Auradon, I didn’t really want to. Thank god I did. Because if I hadn’t come here, then I would still be stuck and completely lost over there. You found me Y/n, you found the true me. My good side, the person I truly want to be. I saw you and instantly I was struck. Everything changed. Like lightning. You are everything I ever wanted and ever needed. You complete me. And I know that while I’m with you, and while you’re safe and well, nothing can be wrong… because to lose you would break me, in a way I don’t even want to imagine. I promise to forever protect and care for you. As long as I have you, there will never be a day where you won’t feel loved, or appreciated, or beautiful, or cherished. Be my love, you are so beautiful, so appreciated, so cherished, and most of all, so incredibly loved. I will truly and forever love you with everything I have. Y/f/n, I love you” Harrys words flowing so smoothly, I believed every line, he would never hurt me and wound never hesitate to protect me. I’m so madly in love with him. My turn.

“Harry Hook, where so I start. From the moment you stepped out of the Limo on your fist day here, you took my breath away, and you never failed to continue doing that up to this very day. I could have never asked for a better person to fall completely and madly head over heels in love with. I want to run away, just you and me, take me to Neverland. I’ll take you to Montunui, we can explore the world together, that all I want to do because as long as we have each other, I know nothing can stand in our way. You have made me the happiest girl in the world, I know that sound totally cliché but it’s true. Your one of a kind and the only person I need in my life. If you hadn’t come onto my life I probably would still be terrified of sailing, let alone know everything there is to know about it. You guided me into my passion, well my two passions. One; sailing, and two, the most important one; loving you. Let’s spend the rest of our lives together, sailing the world together, discovering new things together. Doing whatever. Together. I love you more than you will ever know, and I can’t wait for our happy ever after to begin.

After the ‘I do’s were said and the party had come to its end, it was tie for Harry and I to set off and sail the world together. Our dream was finally coming true, and we had each other making it even better. For better or for worse, I will always love him, “hey” Harry came up behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and nuzzling his head into my neck. I smile, continuing to look up at the stars. I placed one hand on his that was rested round my waist and the other hand ran gently through is dark brown hair. “You alright Mrs Hook” my smile became wider at his comment, I felt his chuckle on my neck, I turned around in his arms, they still were wrapped protectively and lovingly around my waist. I wrapped my arms round his neck, he bent down a little to my height and passionately kissed my lips, I pulled away and smiled at him, “I’m perfectly and completely alright Mr Hook” I giggled at him, his cheeky grin plastered on his face. “So where to first m-lady” he asked. “first stop, Neverland”

anonymous asked:

What about team nice dynamite playing surgeon simulator on a real person

Oh jeez that gets awfully bloody awfully quickly. It’s definitely  one of their nastier games, which considering who they are and what they’ve done is really saying something.

The idea is probably born in Caleb’s office. Michael’s grumbling his way through stitches, reluctantly laughing as Gavin makes a nuisance of himself while he waits, opening draws, playing with tools, theorising about what everything does, miming out increasingly disturbing looking operations until Caleb finally banishes him back to the waiting chair under the threat of a first-hand demonstration.

Still, the idea is planted and not even a week goes by before Michael and Gavin decide to rob a hospital, pick up a few tools of their own, and play doctor. They get everything from scrubs and gloves to speciality instruments and various medications, alongside a few of their own concoctions and no small number of personal knives. Their ‘surgery’ is an abandoned warehouse; not even one of Geoff’s, just somewhere private where no one will notice them making a mess. And boy do they make a mess.

Their first involuntary patient is a very bad man indeed, cruel and nasty and just generally lacking in heart. So they take his out. Dig around for a bit, surprised by the effort it takes to get through the ribcage, wondering at the sheer amount of blood, the various strange bits and pieces they rummage through, organs they examine then toss to the floor to continue their quest. Astonishingly the patient does not survive, but they manage to extract the heart before it stops beating so at the end of the day they call it a successful endeavour.

For the next sorry contestant, who had the misfortune of witnessing something he shouldn’t have and running his mouth in the wrong company, there is a very delicate eye surgery, followed by a far less delicate experimentation to determine which vaguely eye-shaped objects found laying around the penthouse would make the best replacements.

There’s a dirty cop working for the wrong gang whose night ends with his brain on the floor, a noisy thorn in Geoff’s side who involuntarily donates his kidneys to science, a brief foray into dentistry leaves a crook without their teeth, an arms-dealer who got a bit too touchy loses an arm, and in a move that’s more petty than anything else, a wanna-be conman who thought he could manipulate Gavin of all people gets to accidentally teach them just how quickly a person can bleed out when they’re missing their tongue. 

With all the compassion of serial-killers, the selfish amusement of egocentric children and the in-built bravado born from the unwavering support of a best friend the only end in sight for this awful new game is the inevitable moment Team Nice Dynamite gets bored and moves on to something else.

The rest of the FAHC doesn’t know what they’re up to in their spare time but have seen enough shared looks and whispered plans to know they’re doing something, have witnessed more than enough of that particular brand of nasty delight to know it’s something devastating. Still, when casual inquiry reveals nothing more than a pair of matching grins, somewhat secretive and entirely wicked, it’s generally agreed that it’s best to just sit back and wait for the mayhem to roll in.

Which is all well and good for a while, but eventually Jeremy and Ryan are bored enough, curious enough, nosey enough to give up on patience and track them down. It’s not particularly difficult, they’re not really hiding, but what has been seen cannot be unseen and Jeremy, for one, desperately wishes he’d left Ryan to investigate on his own. Ryan stands in silence, reaction hidden behind his mask though Jeremy fancies that there’s something upsettingly amused in the way he surveys what is undoubtably a makeshift surgery, eyes sharply interested as they flick around the room, to the blood on the floor, the walls, to the body on the table, the wailing heart-monitor and an IV bag filled with something oddly glittery.

Jeremy is feeling slightly less impartial. Maybe it’s just the surprise of it all; he was expecting another firework bomb, maybe a kidnapped cop or the makings of an elaborate prank, anything other than the cold, still, Dexter-like vibe of this particular undertaking. It’s almost too much, too disturbing, even with everything the FAHC have done, everything he himself has done. Perhaps it shouldn’t be, maybe it’s no worse, not really, but in the shock of landing in what looks like a horror movie torture room Jeremy can’t help but think that this is something else, that this is terrible.  

Then Gavin tears through, squawking up a storm and holding two eyeballs up over his head like they’re watching Michael, who’s roaring with laughter and whirling something pink and fleshy around like a lasso as he gives chase, and just like that the moment is thoroughly broken. Ryan snorts, turning on his heel and heading out the way he came but Jeremy can’t quite make himself leave, can’t even stay silent, not when Michael slides through something unnamable, wiping out into a tray of instruments and going down under a bombardment of misplaces organs like the worlds goriest slapstick routine.

The sound has Gavin finally catching sight of Jeremy, eyes widening in shock before he grins, wild and disastrous as he crows out a greeting, calling for the illustrious Doctor Dooley to come in and save him from the heavy-handed fumblings of Doctor Jones, and honestly at that point there’s really little else Jeremy can do but start looking around the room for a spare pair of gloves.

Perfect Imperfections — Taeyong

author : @jaehyvnswife

genre : angst , lil fluff ( just a bit lol )

summary : you were someone everyone would love being with . taeyong felt insecure of his spot for you in your heart . he tells you everything that bothered him about his past as you confront him .

author’s note : i dont know where i got the inspiration but i hope you enjoy!! sorry for any mistake i made while writing this lololol


Taeyong sat on the hard wooden floor as his mind raced with thousands of thoughts and conclusions. He was scared and nervous as he thinks and thinks , getting more distracted by each seconds that passes.

Lately , you’d been receiving many confessions here and there. But you HAD to reject all of them only for Taeyong. He had been acting all weird lately that the members are even concerned about him.

You get that he works hard as he is an idol , but his actions changed although they were the same (…understand?). Each and everyday he would be distracted in his thoughts. And everything changed on that day on.

Taeyong struggles with the new choreography for NCT127’s Cherry Bomb. He uses that as an excuse in order to avoid meeting you .

He pulls out his phone from his contacts and messages you saying that ‘he would be home late because of practice and that you shouldn’t wait for him’ . But it was all a lie. He wants to your gorgeous smile again and know you waited for him because you missed him. You made him feel like no other.


You read the message over and over cautiously to see if you missed out on anything. But no ,, it was the same all again. It was a living hell to not be able to see him as you wait for him but he never shows up.

That’s it . You can’t take it no longer , you need to know why. All the questions that needed an answer flooded your mind as it also filled up with memories you shared before.


Taeyong teared up while looking back at your photos together , he missed the past ,, just as much as he misses you.

He let it all out of him and threw his phone aside. He can’t take it more , like you.


You headed to NCT’s practice room to find Taeyong at the corner of the room wrapped like a little ball.

You rushed over him and hugged him to make him a feel better but all he did was push you aside.

Your face expression was replaced with a confused one as your brows stitched in confusion “baby what’s wrong?” you asked him to hear little sobs as a reply to your question. You placed your finger under his chin and he lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot red from all the crying he did as you whispered “what’s wrong?”

He sniffed and rubbed his red nose. “I just. I- I- it’s nothing important.” Nothing important ? “Then why would you be crying if it’s nothing important? Be honest Taeyong , what’s bothering you?”

“Fine. It’s just that every time you tell me you get a new confession , it makes me think that -that -anyone can steal my place. Your so loved by everyone it makes me feel like i’m not. It makes me feel nervous every time you tell me something new thinking you wanted to just break up with me because you fell in love with someone else that isn’t me. My past haunts me everyday. Your so perfect that I can’t even keep up with you. I’m imperfect and unlike you.” he stated as his voice started to rise with every word that left his mouth.

“Taeyong I- I love you , your not perfect and so am i. I’m just different from someone. But - that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t date you. Baby your perfect the way you are. Yes i get confessions and so do you. I too think of the conclusions that you might find someone better than me but .. I know that I can trust you because I know you love me. Your flaws and imperfections are what makes me love you even more. Don’t be perfect when no one is. Your past can’t change anything about you now because that was a different person and I know that you’ve changed to someone better. I won’t leave you for anyone else but you , you make me feel loved each and everyday i can’t help it. I won’t leave you because for me you are the best of the best and the greatest of the great. If I can trust you in this can’t you trust me?” your eyes watered as tears started to flow.

His eyes softened after seeing you cry. He brought you in for a hug and rubbed your back. “I’m so sorry jagiya” He whispered and kissed your forehead. “I love you.” you whispered.

“I love you too.”