sometimes i start with an idea in my brain and it just runs off at the keyboard

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I’m a long-time fan of Unfuck Your Habitat, and now have the chance to share some photos. A lot of the posts UFYH reblogs are examples of people deep cleaning a small area (like a desk or a drawer), or a larger area over a day or two of extended effort–which is super cool and fantastic don’t get me wrong! but is a bit difficult for me to emulate, because I’m all over the place figuratively and literally (visiting family etc) and my executive function… doesn’t. :D

The first half of 2017 was a bit shite and I let my room get to what you see in the first pair of photos. When I had finally extinguished my mental health garbage fire, I realised that if I wanted to do things besides sit on the couch and glare at the wall, I needed to reclaim my space.

So, I made it my goal to clean my bedroom over the course of July. These are the progress photos; the dates are in the captions. I never worked longer than an hour at a time and on many days, I did no cleaning at all, but I managed to juuuust make my personal deadline. :D

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Keith works out, Lance ogles happily, Pidge tries to analyze the nature of their PDA ... she swiftly regrets all the things.

Some very kind people have sent me some very kind asks and made me feel better about being sick lately — and suddenly, my fingers were doing a thing on the keyboard? This thing, specifically? Just, everyone is so very nice, and I hope you like this silly little one-shot about silly space boys :) (Special shout-out to the anonymous person that called out this idea before I posted! Such amazing psychic powers! :D)

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“But seriously, if my calculations are correct — shut your mouth, Lance, they are always correct — then Keith is initiating fifty two point seven percent of the times you make me want to invent brain bleach.” Pidge pauses to push her glasses up her nose. “Keith, care to offer some insight into this?”

“No.” Keith resumes lifting weights. Really, discovering the Castle’s weight room was one of the worst things that could have happened to Lance — now his boyfriend split his free time between training simulations and tossing around heavy things/running on treadmills. 

The Red Paladin had become a gym rat. The Blue Paladin was not surprised.

Also, Keith didn’t need more muscles, as Lance didn’t need that kind of heart attack. Even if watching those biceps strain was … nice.

“My boo is just too hot to trot for my banging bod,” Lance says proudly, flexing his own (not quite as big but still very impressive) biceps.

Keith stops lifting weights so he can face palm. Pidge stares up towards the heavens in supplication.

“That’s going in my notes as one of the top five worst things you’ve ever said. Maybe top three.” Pidge actually takes out her computer to write it down.

Keith, with his face still buried in one hand, points with his other and says, “I don’t know if I can kiss that mouth at all today. That was horrifying.”

“Fifty two point seven percent, querido,” Lance cheerfully reminds him. “Ain’t nobody buying what you’re selling.”

Keith shoots Pidge a despairing glance. “I mean, was the pining that bad, really? Would it be so terrible to go back to that?”

Lance has taken a seat directly across from Keith, lifting a set of weights (they were barbells with rocks on either end — Coran had said something about how one could alter the density, thereby making them heavier/lighter, but Lance had immediately gotten distracted by challenging everyone to a weight lifting competition and somehow it ended with Hunk bench-pressing Lance and Pidge, and Shiro trying to throw Keith over their heads? Lance still doesn’t quite understand what happened there).

“I feel like the reason Keith is macking on me in public more is because he’s kinda into the fact that he can,” Lance explains, grunting a little as he tries to mimic Keith’s moves. “I mean, the pining was so real — he had been staring lingeringly at me from afar for so long, and now it’s like, free pass to grope all the time.” Lance winks at Keith, who is venturing to peek at him from between his fingers. “Because you do. Have a free pass. To grope. Put your hands any —”

“I know.” Keith lifts his weights with relative ease, a small smile pulling on his lips. “And yeah, Pidge. Maybe that’s part of it.”

“Part of it?” Lance asks, somewhat breathlessly as he switches arms since his right one was starting to ache from the effort. “Dude. All of it. Your thirstiness is not to be denied.”

Pidge rolls her eyes, jotting down a few more notes from her perch on the jungle gym (like, with actual vines for swinging and bouncy giant lily pads — Lance could not get over how cool Alteans were). “Believe it or not, I actually came to that conclusion on my own — Keith is now thirty six point four percent more affectionate with everyone, not just you, Lance.”

“That’s … really sweet,” Lance says, feeling vaguely proud of both himself and Keith. The idea that he’s making Keith more willing to show his love to the rest of their space family … It’s a little humbling, and a lot of awesome. He can feel his cheeks heating up.

The weights Keith had been lifting are now on the floor as he walks over to Lance, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Lance is grinning at the flash of a still slightly soft tummy (Keith has muscle definition, but there’s a small bit of cushiness around his middle that Lance really loves). Lance stops grinning when Keith suddenly drops into his lap, straddling him on the bench without any warning.

“You’re forgetting something key, Pidge,” Keith is saying, glancing over his shoulder at the Green Paladin, who is looking annoyed and amused in equal parts.

“All right, enlighten me.” Pidge grimaces. “With as little trauma as possible, if you please.”

“I think I’m gonna expire in a minute here, Pidge, mi hermanita querida, would you please spare me the humiliation and not witness this? Keith, whatever it is that you’re thinking —”

Keith covers his mouth with one hand, and Lance tries to speak past it, yelling his objections into the palm of a fingerless glove.

“See, notice how he can still talk?” Keith tilts his head in Lance’s direction, speaking with infuriating calm. “It’s a bit of a problem sometimes. But —”

The hand is gone. Lance is pissed off enough to start shouting, “Hey, you jackass, wail till I —”

Keith’s lips are on his. His mouth falls open automatically, and Lance sort of loses the thread of … reality. Pidge whips them both in the head with a towel, which is when his wondrous boyfriend pulls away, leaving Lance gaping, licking his lips, and contemplating if he should still be irritated.

“Efficient, no?” Keith asks, his dark eyes glinting.

Pidge is glaring at him. “Except for the brain bleach aspect. Which I am going to go work on now. With Hunk’s help, he is one hundred percent behind me on this. There are cameras in here, by the way, not that that’s ever stopped you …” She gets up and walks out, though not before ruffling Lance’s hair and saying, “You’re such a goner, hermano.”

When she’s gone, and Lance is left with nothing but a smug Red Paladin sitting on his thighs, he huffs, jabbing at Keith’s chest. “So you’re kissing me to shut me up most of the time?”

“Not most of the time,” Keith admits, his smirk easing back into a smile. “But Pidge would have probably gagged if I told her the main reason.”

“It’s not the ‘can’t resist my stellar good looks’?” Lance pouts. “That’s a little disappointing.”

Keith presses a quick kiss to his mouth. He’s flushed from exercise, but Lance swears his cheeks get a little bit darker as he speaks, “It’s because half the time I think I’ve made up this whole stupid thing, okay? We got together at a freaking ball. There was a duel involved. And dancing in fancy suits.” Keith waves his hands around for emphasis before crossing his arms. “And we still argue like … It’s fine, but it feels like before sometimes, so I just … need to make sure it’s not. Like before.”

Lance follows these words until he understands where they’re leading and then … He’s blushing, and smiling, and pulling Keith in closer. “You … you need to make sure this is real. That you didn’t … dream it. Because … I’m that good of a dream, huh?”

Keith groans, burying his face in Lance’s shoulder. “Crap. Okay, backtrack, I never said anything, especially not that stupid, sugary pile of —”

“No, no take backs!” Lance sings. “I … sometimes have the same problem. So, uh, a good chunk of my forty seven point three percent contribution is exactly that.” He smiles up at Keith once the Red Paladin pulls back and sits up straighter in Lance’s lap.

“Yeah?” Keith leans down, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Yeah,” Lance whispers against his mouth … which is when a painfully loud alarm goes off, and they are simultaneously soaked in freezing water as sprinklers kick in. Lance shrieks. Keith falls backward off his lap to the now slippery floor.

“You have rooms. Go get in one!” Pidge yells over the Castle comm.

“Please!” That sounded like Shiro’s voice, a little distant from the microphone.

Lance is laughing and shivering, and Keith is back to being mortified, but they adhere to Pidge’s wishes (who knew what she might pull next? Lance wouldn’t put it past her to space them at this point), and take off running. Keith yanks Lance into the gym’s showers.

“No cameras in here,” Keith says, raising an eyebrow. “And I need a shower anyway.”

Lance is rendered speechless. He wonders if this counts as part of Keith’s fifty two point seven percent of PDA. He wonders if Pidge is all-knowing. And then there’s a shirt coming off, and warm water pouring from a shower head, Keith kicking off his shoes from inside the cubicle. Lance can’t think as Keith’s hands reach for his shorts … and then pause.

“Yeah, so you just wait right here — you can take your turn when I’m done.” Keith grins and slams the shower door in his face.

Lance wonders if there’s a way to flush a toilet on a space castle to turn the water into a frigid torture. He says as much out loud, kicking lightly at the door.

Keith is laughing, and Lance may or may not adore that sound more than any other in the universe, except for his mom’s affectionate scolding … So, he decides to wait until the Red Paladin is done and then do his best to up his percentage. Forty seven point three percent simply will not do, Lance thinks to himself with a goofy smile.

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Random one-shot after Objects in Motion? I think so :) If y’all wanna read about the ball, duel, and dancing, head over there. Thank you to all the wondrous people who have been so awesome to me! You’re all way too amazing for words, but I hope you guys enjoy these above words as a random “thank you!” :D

Goodbye - Jason Todd

Originally posted by thedarkwolfpupil

a/n wowowoowowowow havent posten in a while sowwy :( -kat

Request: nada, but it was sara’s idea

Warnings: Angsty!!!!!!!!!!

Word Count: 1.2K

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It was 7:00am when the alarm blared out for the person sleeping in apartment 3B. They groan before extending their hand to shut the damn thing off. With a sigh and a grunt of effort they got up and off the the bathroom they went, for another miserable day had started. As expected they took almost an hour in the bathroom before rushing out not getting anything to eat, instead just buying a cup of coffee on their way to work.

With a cup of coffee in their hand and their phone in the other they had made their way to work, cutting through the park, of course. The weather today was so beautiful, which was sometimes rare in Gotham City so taking their time, they decided to enjoy the scenery. But that did not last long once they saw the time. Deciding it was best they not get yelled at today, they threw the, now empty, cup of coffee away and ran towards their workspace.

Just in time they sat down in their cubicle and another long, dreadful day had begun.

Every few hours you would dig into your snack drawer(s) and munch on it while they typed furiously on the keyboard. For the next 7 hours they were going back and forth from the computer to the printer, from the printer to one of their co workers, to answering pissed off customers who were unhappy with their purchase and thought that they could do something about it. And then there was the annoying co worker who wouldn’t stop hitting on them no matter how many times they said they were in a happy relationship.

When the clock struck 8 they were out the door and on their way home. They don’t usually stay at work this long, but their boss had decided to be an ass and give them extra work that was meant for another employee that was currently out with the flu. They were so ready to go back home and just curl up on their bed while watching watching a show on Netflix. But unfortunately that was not going to happen tonight.

As they were walking back home, the same way they went to work, a shadow had been following them for the past 3 minutes. It was a high risk way that they took, especially when it was past 7. Of course it’s not that late, but the city they had lived in was always dangerous. A twig snapped not so far behind them, they took a glimpse behind them and started walking a little faster. They jumped when they heard a voice, “Sorry for scaring you miss, I was just going to ask where the nearest coffee shop was?” They visibly sighed in relief as they opened their mouth to answer only to be covered with a cloth they were about to scream when they suddenly lost all energy and everything went black.

Two voices were heard talking in the distance as y/n was tied up still unconscious and unknown to where they were. The two voices that were heard earlier were arguing about what they should do. “Should we kill them?” said one, “Oh ya and what do we get out of that?” retorted back. “Well then.” He huffed out “Should we demand a ransom?” The other sighed out “I don’t know Aaron, does it look like they know someone rich?” snapped the elder, “Ok then what? What do we do?” Aaron said as he glared at his partner. “I think I have an idea”

Y/n was awoken when they felt their right forearm stinging, automatically they tried to aid it with their other hand but found them restrained. Y/n then became wide awake and struggled against the ropes that burned through their skin. Ba bump ba bump ba bump, y/n’s heart could be heard from a mile away. “HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE!” y/n shouted from the abandoned warehouse as y/n kept thrashing around hoping to somehow get out of the bindings. Two shadows had now emerged out of the other room, they watched her contemplating where to make their next cut. Aaron had decided to cut down her calf and her left forearm.

  After hours of screaming and crying and slashing, the abductors finally decided they’ve had enough. The two men leave the room to go talk on what to do next and come back shortly knowing their next move. “We will let you call someone, anyone, except for the police. You only have 5 minutes.” They untie one of y/n’s arms and allow them to call the person that means the dearest to them. Y/n’s thumb shakily dials the number implanted in their brain. “Hello?” he picks up. A sigh of relief escaped her, “hey Jason, it’s y/n”

“y/n? Why are you calling on another number?”

“oh my phone died and so I went to the nearest payphone, i haven’t seen you in a while and I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you”

“Oh, ok, I miss you too baby, i’ll be home soon, I promise.” Y/n almost let out a sob knowing they won’t be able to see him ever again, they won’t see his beautiful smile in the morning, or his shining eyes when he looks at you with love thinking how could he get so lucky to find someone like y/n, who deals with his busy schedule, and won’t complain no matter what because y/n know he’s doing what he loves.

“So how was your day?”

“Oh it was ok, same old same old, I might be coming home a little earlier, looks like we’re about wrapped up with this”

“Oh good! I can’t wait to see you.” Several tears were now running down y/n’s face. Y/n’s kidnappers signaled she was running out of time

“Hey baby, I need to go now, just know I love you so so so much no matter what ok? Remember to eat healthy and drink lots of water to stay hydrated.”

“I know I know, I love you so so so much too. I miss you and can’t wait to be in your arms again.” You let out a quiet sob making sure he doesn’t hear as you say your final goodbyes.

“Goodbye, my love”

“Goodbye baby, love you”

The call ends and the gun now pointed at your head goes off. You fall into a black peaceful abyss.

15 Years Later

The now grown man hold flowers in his left hand and his son’s hand in the other as they walk down the long path to your resting place. “Daddy? Why are we here?” his 5 year old asks, “We’re visiting my friend.” he responds as he fight the tears from falling, “Did they make you happy?” The little one asks, “Yes Tommy, they did.” He knelt down and placed the flowers on your head stone, he lifted up his fingers to place a kiss on them and onto your tombstone. “I love you so much.” he said quietly as tears rolled down his cheeks, “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

5 Times Shiro Noticed Stuff About Keith and 1 Time Keith Noticed Stuff About Shiro

(AN: Warning for first time drinking and vomitting in the morning after. Hope you enjoy besides that!)

1) Studying Method

Shiro walks into the library, expecting to be the only one there and pleasantly surprised to find he isn’t. With more or less everything being digitalized, he hadn’t expected to see someone else choosing the pen and paper over the keyboard, yet there someone is.

A first year from the look of things, twirling a pen between his fingers and glancing at a text book. A real text book, not something digitalized.

Shiro smiles and takes a seat at another table, not wanting to disturb the guy.

He doesn’t pay any attention to Shiro at all as he sets his stuff down.

Shiro wonders what the guy’s thinking.

He also wonders why the guy chose the pen and paper in an era nearing it’s extinction.

He wonders if the guy’s struggling and that’s why he’s twirling his pen while looking at the text book; he doesn’t appear to have written anything in a while.

He wonders if he should offer his help-

The guy uncaps the pen and begins to write.

Shiro breathes a sigh of relief and opens his own text and note books.

2) Non-Garrison Interests

Shiro chuckles, “And this card game was basically your childhood?”

Keith grins, “More or less. I think I brought a good few of the cards with me. I don’t keep them on me at all times though, I’d rather not some jerk-face try to pick-pocket them off me for fun.”

“Smart move, but I don’t thin the Garrison accepts pick pockets.” Shiro assures.

Keith shrugs, “Better safe than sorry. You want me to show you them sometime?”

Shiro blinks.

He doesn’t know much about Keith, but he does know he’s a private person. He doesn’t talk to others often and he doesn’t share his personal belongings or anything like that ever. Shiro doesn’t even know his last name.

Yet he’s offering to show him some cards from his childhood? Objects he clearly holds near and dear to his heart?

Shiro smiles, but hides it behind a fork full of food, “I’d like that.”

Keith shrugs, “It’s a date then.”

Shiro chokes.

3) Hair

“Damnit, I can’t take it anymore.” Keith growls.

Shiro blinks, “What’s wrong?”

Keith grabs something around his wrist, “My hair’s bugging me. Hang on a sec.”

He ties whatever was on his wrist around his hair, keeping it in place.

Shiro feels his face heat up.

It’s a pretty tiny ponytail. The hair tie or whatever is more or less unnecessary yet Keith’s still putting it up. It reveals a bit of Keith’s pale neck, unmarked by the desert sun they call a learning environment and home. It’s making an incredibly cute small bun.

“You still there Golden Boy?” Keith smirks, waving a hand in front of Shiro’s head, a bit of the ponytail peaking out.

Shiro nods mindlessly, unable to take his eyes off that hair, “I’m good, uhh, were you asking me something?”

Keith rolls his eyes and the ponytail moves as well, “You’re hopeless as a tutor.”

Only for the cute ones.” A part of Shiro’s brain whispers.

Shiro asks that part to kindly shut up, “Sorry I got distracted. I believe we were on physic?”

4) Eyes

Shiro yawns and turns his head to the side, sleepy.

His eyes widen as he realizes his mistake.

Keith is there, on the floor with him, fast asleep. He’s resting his head on a text book and as Shiro sits up, he realizes he was doing the same thing.

He looks around to realize they’re in his room and last night rushes back; right, they’re agree to study together in each others’ rooms during exam week.

Nothing weird.

Keith whimpers.

Shiro freezes and slowly reaches a hand out to Keith’s hand.

Keith blearily opens his eyes, groaning as he rubs them, “What time is it?”

Shiro continues to tare into Keith’s half asleep eyes as he rubs the sand out of them. He’s never seen eyes such a pretty shade of purple. It’s beautiful. It’s mesmerizing. It’s-

“6:45?!” Keith jumps, “Shiro, I should’ve been in a clean uniform by now, don’t you have a meeting?!”

Shiro jumps, “Ahh, dang it!”

5) Taste

Shiro laughs, face flush with alcohol, “Hey, ya know something? I never really drank alcohol before!”

Keith raises an eyebrow, mostly sober even though he’s drunk more, “Oh?”

“Yeah, yeah, like, my family were really strick and I never wanted to give it a try, so it never happened. I think this is the first time I’ve ever gotten drunk.” Shiro gasps, “I’m no longer a drunk virgin!”

Keith barks out a laugh, “You can only say that once you’ve had drunken sex with a stranger. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be though, so don’t waste your time.”

Shiro stares at Keith.

Keith takes another drink, then sets it down, “What?”

Shiro flushes more, “Nothing really. I just wish I knew why you were so pretty? And cute. And kind. And absolutely loveable.”

Keith flushes, “Shiro, you’re drunk! You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Shiro whines, “But I do, Keith! I think you’re really hot and cute and I wanna tap that ass but I also wanna take you on corny dates in the summer with ice cream and sea salt in our eyes.”

Keith turns his head, “Lies.”

Shiro grins, “Nope.”

He rushes in and kisses Keith on the cheek. He sucks the cheek skin and runs his tongue over it, taking in the taste. Salty, tiny bit of alcohol but overly and perfectly Keith.

Shrio pulls back, “I’m just honest.”

Keith’s whole face turns red.

+1) Not Perfect

Shiro continues to vomit into the toilet.

Keith runs his hand over his back.

“I am never drinking again.” Shiro whimpers.

Keith sighs, “That’s what they all say.”

“Well I mean it.”

Shiro goes back to puking.

Despite the disgusting situation, Keith can’t help but smile. The guy he’s crushed on since the first sight is vomitting in his toilet after drunkenly confessing last night he liked him and then tried climbing on top of the table to start yelling it. When Keith convinced him it was a bad idea, Shiro convinced him to leave for some alone time.

They barely got inside in time for Shiro to reach the toilets.

Even though that appeared to be how “I like you” Shiro’s confession went, Keith wasn’t gonna complain.

After all, he liked his imperfect “Garrison Golden Boy” just the way he was.

“BLEH!”

Okay, could do without the vomitting, but everything else is perfectly okay with Keith.

The Perfect Plan

PAIRING: Reader x Steve Rogers 

WORD COUNT: 2.7k 

WARNINGS: slight swearing and lots of fluff and a frustrated Steve! 

Request from Anon: Hi if you wouldn’t mind, I have an idea. Tony hosts some kind of fundraiser ball or formal event, and the reader is kinda like date but platonically, and Steve gets really jealous bc he thinks reader and Tony are together? But then they have a cute dance and get close at the after party? If you want to make it fluffy or smutty it’s up to you. Btw your work is amazing it’s honestly my favourite x

This was such a cute request, I leaned more to the fluffy side as it’s been too hot today for my brain to try and write anything smutty as that has been the last thing I’ve wanted to think/do today! (lowkey Australian weather can kiss my ass ugh) Anyway I hope you enjoy this! Also Happy Birthday Stan Lee !! 

GIF NOT MINE (good lord it took me so long to find this gif holy shit) 

Originally posted by chazelle

“(Y/N), I need your help” the sudden loud and brash voice of Tony nearly made you jump nine feet into the air. If it wasn’t for you working alongside Tony Stark for a number of years now you were sure that your heart would be beating a mile a minute. But fortunately for your nerves you had grown accustomed to Tony sudden and sometimes volatile behavior.

“What is it now Tony, please tell me there isn’t some PR mess you’ve created for me” You signed your fingers still tapped rhythmically on the keyboard.

“Nope I only make those on the last Thursdays of the month” you gave Tony a dry look over your computer screen as he flopped down on the chair opposite your desk.

“Seriously what do you want Tony?” the annoyance in your voice went unnoticed by the billionaire.

“I’m throwing a party” he shrugged.

“When aren’t you throwing a party” you rolled your eyes.

“This one is actually for a reason”

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Ghost - Part 4 - Jungkook angst

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

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Jungkook yawned, not bothering to cover his mouth with his hand, and leaned back in his desk chair. Peering, eyes slightly bleary from exhaustion, he examined the work that was displayed on the screen in front of him.

He had finally tried his hand in composing after encouragement from his members, and after almost two days straight of working, he was near enough finished. Hopefully, Yoongi would like it and he wouldn’t have to spend another two days slaving over it.

He yawned again, hair falling slightly into his eyes and he brushed it away impatiently. He had to get a haircut, he knew that, but he was too busy. He had too much on his mind to do something so frivolous.

“If you’re tired, you should sleep.” Yoongi’s dry voice came from behind him, startling the younger boy. Jungkook shook his head resolutely, pressing some random keys on the piano so it looked like he was doing something.

“I’m not, I just need to stretch. I’m fine.”

“Kid, you’ve been sat there for days. Go sleep. Have a shower, take a walk, do something.” Yoongi moved into the room, taking his usual chair that was sat next to Jungkook’s.

Jungkook was currently situated in Namjoon’s usual seat, although he hadn’t been able to work properly since Jungkook had moved in.

“I don’t really feel like it, hyung.”

“At least take a shower, kiddo, you’re contributing to pollution.”

Jungkook shrugged, ignoring the insult and beginning to actually pick apart his work to make sure all of it was as perfect as he could make it.

“We’re getting worried, Jungkook.” Yoongi finally said, watching the younger work tirelessly on something that had actually been finished for most of that day.

His small eyes roamed over the younger boy, over the sunken cheeks and prominent eye bags. His gaze passed over Jungkook’s noticeable collarbones and suddenly frail looking fingers. Yoongi’s face crumpled slightly, betraying his worry for his younger friend; he had never seen him looking so… Defeated. He was walking and talking and living and breathing, but the light inside him had completely faded away.

Yoongi was scared.

“Why? There’s nothing to be worried about, hyung,” Jungkook said. “Can you shut the door please? The light is hurting my eyes a bit.”

“Jungkook, you haven’t seen any other light apart from the computer screen for two days?”

“I guess not.”

“Jungkook, this is ridiculous. Turning into this shell isn’t going to wake Y/N up.”

“She isn’t going to wake up, hyung.”

“What?”

Yoongi didn’t understand. The last time he had checked, you were stable. The swelling on your brain was mostly gone, and the scar was healing well. Your hair had even started to grow back, though it was still slightly patchy. Hoseok had suggested cutting the rest of your hair off so the difference wasn’t so shocking to you when you woke up, but Jungkook had refused immediately, not letting them change any part of you. He was even reluctant to change the type of flower that they put in a vase next to your bed.

What he was willing to change, however, was his entire attitude towards you. A few months back, Jungkook often ran away from his job to go and visit you, even at the worst times. He was rarely seen relaxing because he thought that if he had time to relax, he had time to see you.

Recently, he had stopped going to see you and Yoongi thought that this behaviour was scarier than when he only ever wanted to sit by you in silence.

What had happened to you where he didn’t want to see you anymore?

“When she wakes up… If she wakes up…” Jungkook started and Yoongi waited patiently for him to organise his thoughts. “Will she be my Y/N?”

Yoongi froze.

Of course, with most injuries, there was the chance of things being altered; memory, thoughts, behaviours. However, Yoongi had avoided thinking about that. The idea that you were going to wake up anybody other than yourself was a repugnant thought that he cast out of mind straight away when he found himself lying awake, thinking.

But suddenly, to heat Jungkook say his thoughts out loud… It was almost like a slap to the face.

“Jungkook…”

“I know what you’re going to say, hyung. You’re going to say that she’ll always be my Y/N and that, even if she’s different, it’s still her underneath it all. That doesn’t change anything though. She’ll still be gone.”

Jungkook was crying now, lip trembling and salt water spilling down his face quickly. He made no movement to stem the flow of tears and Yoongi didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was getting water all over his keyboard.

“It’s my fault, too.”

“What? Jungkook, no-”

“It is. I said those things to her. I made her run away from me. It was my fault that she didn’t want to hang around for the elevator, it was my fault that she ran down the stairs. It was my fault that she was crying so hard that she couldn’t see.”

Yoongi held his breath. They had all heard what had happened from Taehyung but they had never heard Jungkook talk about himself. Perhaps it would be slightly healing for him, to let out the horror of what he had seen happen to his best friend.

“It was… It was awful, hyung,” Jungkook was still crying, but his voice was even and he looked determined, determined to tell at least one person what he had seen. “I kept telling her to stop, to slow down, but she only got faster and faster. I couldn’t make her stop, Yoongi hyung. She wouldn’t stop.”

Yoongi stared at him as his face changed slightly, features crumpling up. The white light of the computer screens made his features look almost ghostly and if Yoongi tried, he could pretend that Jungkook was merely telling him a ghost story, and not the story of how his best friend almost died.

“She… She reached up, to wipe her eyes because she was crying so hard she couldn’t see what was going on in front of her. Just for a second. A split second was all it took to take everything away.”

Yoongi could see where this was going and he almost didn’t want to listen. He almost wanted to stand up, bringing Jungkook with him, and shake him by the shoulders to get him to shut up. Anything to get him to stop talking.

But he couldn’t. He had to listen. He had to hear Jungkook out.

“Her ankle. Her ankle went,” Yoongi knew this bit. When Y/N had been brought to hospital and taken into intensive care, she’d had an x-ray. He knew that her ankle was snapped cleanly in half, and now he knew why. “And she fell, she fell straight down the stairs. It, it happened too fast. She couldn’t even put her arms out to try and lessen the damage, she took it all to the skull and then she was lying there and I thought she was dead and there was so much blood and I was crying and hyung appeared and-”

“Jungkook, breathe.” Yoongi said, leaning forwards and placing his hands on the younger boys shoulders. Jungkook was breathing erratically, tears streaming down his face, eyes puffy and red.

Yoongi had never seen somebody looking so wrecked and distraught in his entire life, and it hurt even more that it was somebody so close to him crying over someone so close to themselves.

It made Yoongi feel useless, that he couldn’t do anything to stop the younger’s pain or bring you back to the land of the living.

“I was covered in her blood, hyung,” Jungkook whispered, voice hoarse. “There was so much… It was all over me, all over her… Her face…”

Yoongi’s grip tightened on Jungkook’s shoulders, wanting to offer some kind of physical support but not entirely sure what to do that would possibly help him.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s crying stopped and he cocked his head slightly, eyes leaving Yoongi’s to focus somewhere on the ceiling, as if he was trying to listen to something intently. The two men sat there in that position for a few moments until Yoongi began to grow concerned that Jungkook was having some kind of mental break.

“Jungkook…?”

“Sometimes,” Jungkook whispered. “Sometimes, I can hear Y/N.”

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Final Part

“I’ll post the headcanons one or two at a time,” I thought.  “That way it won’t be one big infodump like last time,"  I thought.  Then the first two I tried to work on kluged together into modernAU!fic, which I don’t think either of the askers had in mind, and this is the result. -_-  Sometimes my brain works in mysterious ways.  So here’s my response to the first two questions - I’ll be spacing the others out, a few days apart so it’s not everything all at once.

Nerf War

Gen, illustrated, 2,209 words, one-shot


Klak kchnk

Vweee!

Klak kchnk

Vweee!

Vio looked up from his laptop as the sounds of Nerf warfare filtered through the dorm wall.

He groaned.  “Blue and Green are at it again.”

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anonymous asked:

80 or 81 / iwaoi or asanoya 😋

80. “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?”
81. “I need you to leave.”

I am not entirely sure what happened but you gave me two prompts and two pairings and the word or so, naturally, I had to throw them together in some way.

I am also throwing in this one… because I can  76. “I need you to pretend we’re dating…”  and a little 53. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!”  because I do what I want (and I’ve gotten requests I haven’t written yet that I apologize for taking forever to write)

Icicle lights twinkled along the wall, softening the early morning light even more somehow, and the smell of coffee hung in the air, giving the day a fresh and promising start despite the fact that both occupants of the tiny break room had been awake for the better part of the last twenty hours.

Hajime sat forward, hands dangling between his knees, and stared up into a pair of dark brown eyes widened with just a touch of surprise.  Brown eyes that he had been able to have entire wordless conversations that belonged to a man he would - and had on more than one occasion - trust with his life.

“How can you think,” he started, voice soft and sure and sincere, “that I am anything but hopelessly in love with you?”  He sat back confidently, face barely even flushed, and popped a tiny cookie into his mouth.  “And that’s how it’s done.”

Asahi shook his head, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing, and failing.  “Is that how you confessed to Oikawa?”  He finally managed to ask, face flushed and eyes shining.

“Shut up.”  Hajime stuffed more cookies into his mouth and frowned.  “You asked how to confess.  I answered,” he said around his mouthful of cookies.

“I’m not even sure why I asked you.”

“To be honest?  I’m not sure either.”  Hajime shook the bag in his hand in Asahi’s direction.  “Cookie?”

Asahi grabbed a few and smiled.  “Thanks.”

A cool breeze swept in when the door was flung open and Tooru sighed: it was a heavenly feeling when the shop was as hot as it was today, air conditioner broken and fans barely making the air move.

“I need you to pretend we’re dating,” Noya declared as he smacked his hands onto the glass display case they used as a counter.

“I just cleaned that you know,” Tooru replied.  There was now a distinct Noya sized hand print on the glass but it was only really visible from a certain angle so Tooru figured it would be fine to ignore for the moment.  “And why do I have to pretend to date you?”

“I just need to, you know…”  Noya stared up at him pleadingly and Tooru felt something inside him shift and turn almost uncomfortably; saying no to Noya was like saying no to a puppy.  Or his nephew.  It just didn’t sit right with him.

“I don’t know.  I have no idea what you’re talking about.  Which isn’t all that surprising.”  Noya huffed and bit his lower lip.  “I mean, you know I love you Nishinoya, but following your train of thought isn’t exactly my forte.”

“I need to practice.  Dating and shit like that.”

Tooru’s eyes lit up.

“Oh?  Did someone finally get the balls to ask someone else out?”

Noya’s eyes narrowed.

“You know what?  Never mind.  Forget it.  I’ll come back and ask when you finally get the balls to tell Iwaizumi you wanna bang him like a screen door in a hurricane.”

Tooru could feel his face flushing even as he started to laugh.

“Okay.  One: you need to stop watching all that stuff with Tanaka it’s making you even more crass than usual.  Two: you’re really not one to talk seeing as how Azumane isn’t exactly falling at your feet.  Three: I don’t just want to bang him I want to make sweet love to him all day, and night, long.”

It takes a few seconds for the awkward cough he heard to register and Tooru’s head flies up to spot his boss standing off to the side, face making an interesting expression as she sighs at them both.

“I need you to leave.”

Asahi blinked at Hajime questioningly, hands hovering over his keyboard.

“You need me to what?”

“Leave.  Now.  Please.”  He tacked on as an afterthought.

“This is my apartment?”

“I know.  I need to borrow it.”  Oikawa peeked his head around the corner cautiously and waved at Asahi.

Asahi took a deep breath, understanding blooming instantly.

“No.  I’m happy for you but no.  You two are not.  In my apartment.  Just-”

Hajime coughed and shoved Oikawa back towards the door, hurrying to Asahi’s side and bending close so he could whisper.

“No.  Maybe.  I don’t know but I have to tell him and talk to him and Mattsun and Makki are home and if try to do it in our apartment they’ll never let me get it out without making a joke of the whole thing and,” his eyes flickered towards the computer screen and Asahi could see the moment he registered that Noya was on the screen and Asahi had been in the middle of a video call with him, “oh shit hi Nishinoya.”

“Hey Iwaizumi,” Noya laughed giddily.  “Finally gonna pop the question?”

“I’m asking him to date me not marry me,” Hajime hissed at the screen and then shut it when Noya just laughed harder.  “Seriously.  It would be a huge favor.”  He turned to Asahi with a pleading look.

“You owe me so much.”

A hard body hit his bed and Asahi lurched up in confusion, mind already running towards a million possible bad scenarios.  Then he registered the pointy elbows and muffled cursing as Noya and his brain ratcheted it up to about a million and ten.

“What the?  Why are you here?”

“Ice cream.”

Asahi pulled the blanket from Noya’s head and frowned.  He repeated Noya’s words as if they might make more sense a second time.

“Ice cream?”

“Ice cream.  I want some.”

The clock on the kitchen wall showed just after four and Asahi sighed even as he dug out a carton from the freezer and dropped it onto the counter.

“Why, exactly, did you come through my window at four in the morning for ice cream?”

Noya played with the spoons in the drawer for a moment and then spun around with a determined look on his face, eyes a little wild and spoon glinting in the light.

“Because I missed you and you have ice cream and I really like you a lot and I want to kiss you all the time and we should really do that sometime and maybe go on dates and hold hands and shit like that because, dude, I wanna date the hell out of you and be gross and sappy and fall asleep in your lap and cuddle with you and stuff.”

Asahi blinked down at Noya for a moment and then shoved the ice cream back in the freezer.  He wrapped his fingers around Noya’s wrist, plucked the spoon from his other hand, tossed it towards the sink, and hit the light switch on his way back out of the kitchen.

“What’s going on?”  Noya asked nervously in the dark.

“We’re going to bed so you can cuddle me and kiss me.”  Asahi paused in the bedroom doorway.  “We can talk about you dating the hell out of me when it’s actually daytime.”

based off the prompt: “i asked a staff member and they said you’ve been coming to the pound every day to play with the dog i’m taking home today and that’s why you’re getting weirdly emotional au”
(ao3)

 

Leonard is finally going to do it. His co-worker and one of few people he actually considers a friend these days, Christine, has been badgering him for months to get a dog. “If you won’t date or have a rebound fling, you could at least get a dog or something so you won’t be lonely,” she had said. Maybe not in those exact words; if he remembers correctly, Christine had been a little more specific with her adjectives. Something along the lines of, “If you won’t go have some crazy hot and steamy, hate-filled rebound sex then you should get a dog so you won’t die miserable and alone in some freak shower accident.”

Leonard prefers his censored version.

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Sometime Last Night: Album Review!

HEY. Alrighty, so how I’m doing this is basically I’m listening through the entire album and I’m typing the song review as I listen so here goes.

Also I’m giving it ratings in the form of Rydel’s face in this gif 

Originally posted by r5poops

All Night- This SONG. It literally just makes me want to jump up and down for three minutes. Like. “Good Girls ain’t ever makin’ history” ROSS WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY. and excuse me I go out of my mind just thinking about those sort of things– DAMN. This song. Just. The drums. The guitars. Rydel slaying on the piano. It’s not my faaaaaaavorite on the album, but still, solid party song. I give it 3/5 Rydel faces, because it makes me wanna dance, but not as much as some others (SPOILERS)

Wild Hearts- For some reason this song makes me thing of a beach and a hut and running down a beach. I also see some serious crowd singing and head banging to this one. It’s so chill and v v cute. Again, not my personal favorite but I do like the lyrics and it’s got a free spirited feel to it. I dig it. 3/5 Rydel Faces because it makes me wanna get into a convertible that I don’t own and drive down a highway on the beach, even though I don’t live near the beach. Good job R5. good times.

Dark Side- I just wanna jam. It’s so FUNKY. Almost jackson five funky, but not the same thing. Let’s just say I would DEFINITELY show them my dark side. I am also still living off of my Daddy’s money, so I’ve got one step (CHECK!) He knows I’ve got a dark side, and he knows how to get it with that keyboard part. Also he likes me in red. I will never wear anything else. 4/5 Rydel Faces because this one makes me want to take rocky into a room and ya know.

end of disscussion on that one.

Let’s Not Be Alone Tonight- My toes start tapping, my head nods, and then the bass drops and I scream HEY every freakin’ time. Even when I’m like “Ughhh, this one again,” Its like involuntary now to scream Hey. And yes Ross, It is all my fault, and I am not complaining one bit about it. 3/5 Rydel faces because it was a really good single, and it’s still a good song, i have just played it 16,000 times over the past two months, so it’s in my brain even when i’m sleeping at this point. Still. v good. much love.

Repeating Days- OH GOD HERE COME THE TEARS. You think I’m exaggerating. I’m not. I cry every time this plays, and I barely have any idea why. I just do. And I haven’t really had an experience like this before, but the guitar sounds sad and the harmonies are sad and ross is sad so it makes ME sad. AND BROKEN PICTURES ON THE FLOOR makes me cry even harder. jesus im a baby. “Can I taste your lips again” Yes, yes you can, one hundred time. it’s just so raw and emotional and it makes me go all blobby. And we won’t talk about the acoustic at the end bc it sends me into convulsions. if you’ve seen my posts in the last two days you know that this song makes me cry niagra falls. 5/5 Rydel faces because if a song can make me cry like this then it is a damn good song.

Smile- oh god the flash backs. okay side note– i was v dissapointed in the video only for one reason and it was bc I felt like Rocky wasn’t in it like at all. anyone else feel that ?????? idk maybe im just crazy. i just felt like he didn’t get a lot of face time. but anyway. riker can blow his cash on me anytime and i will blow sometihng in return OOPS. Anyways, this song, i’ve played it so many times i might just be able to perform it as a one woman band on my own. its a catchy song and i feel like it should be played in a parade, but not 6,000 times in a parade like i did it. 2/5 rydel faces— because i’ve played it way too much lol

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Lightning Strikes- Rydel. Girl. GET IT. This song is so empowering and I adore it so much. I basically just love Rydel. LIKE, HOW CAN YOU NOT. She’s BLEEPING gorgeous, and this song is so cute. just. its very her. more so than love me like that. I like it. I dig it a lot. The guiter solo. ROCKY YOU SLAY.The backgroud vocals also tho– so good. boys. good job. stormie and mark, your daughter is incredible. 5/5 Rydel Faces because she makes me smile on a daily basis plu she wrote a freaking magazine for us. del I love you.

F.E.E.L.G.O.O.D.- DUDE. this song is bomb. Even my brother (who doesn’t care for r5 bc hes a 15 year old boy and thinks theyre a boy band) liked this song. like he sang the f-e-e-l-g-o-o-d part in the shower today. and i was really just surprised that he showered, but pleasantly surprised that he was singing this song! I like this one. such groove. and no boys you make ME FEEL GOOD. every BIT OF YOU MAKES ME FEEL GOOD. “Yes I feel good sing it with me” I will gladly sing it with you-at the top of my lungs- so my neighbors will get angry and tell me to stop it. every day i will. 5/5 Rydel faces. Bc i wanna throw a party just so i can play this song.

I Know You Got Away- From the second I heard the bass line in the preview in itunes i was like “SOLD SOLD SOLD SOLD ITS MY FAVE” and i haven;’t looked back. when the album came out actually i was having identity crisis for a bit and i was like wait i haven’t heard the target tracks yet, AND DID U HAVE UR FUN IS SO GOOD. and i really liked repeating days but i basically told myself it couldnt be my fave if it made me sad and cry-ey. but anyways after careful consideration i finally settled back on my original (kind of how i did with my fave member in the beginning i was totes a rocky girl and then i was like wait ross for a bit then i went back to rocky and haven’t looked back) ANYWAYS I like this song. I like the Na na na’s, they’re creative af. 5/5 Rydel faces!!!!

Do It again- OH MY GOD. This one hits me personally for sure. “The last six feet are gonna kill me” STAB ME WHY DONT YOU. This song- while not my absolute fave- is so cute and emotional and im happy rydel fought for it to be on the album bc i like it a lot. god i wanna count the stars over and over again with them. any of them. all of them. that’s like the dream. just to have a conversation with them. a normal one. anyways- i like the drums in this one. and the harmonies- nice nice.Ross can be my man. im good with that. it makes me kinda emotional. not badly. but it does touch my heart places. 4/5 rydel faces bc nostalgia. 

Did You Have Your Fun?- DO WE EVEN NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS O N E. OH MY GOD. I feel like if rough sex had a song- this would be the song. this one. SHES. SO BADSHESGOODFORME. GOD. ONE NIGHT IS ALL I NEED. the guitar, the oooo’s I CANT TAKE IT IM GONNA YELL. “Stop leaving stains of cigarettes and come put your lips on me” WHAT ARE YOU ASKING ME TO DO. I DIDN HEAR YOU CLEARLY. 95% of this is in all caps and i hope that sends a strong message to u all how much i deeply care- GUITAR SOLO YAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSS. 5/5 Rydel Faces + This Ross face

Originally posted by 2old2befangirling

DELUXE SONGS:

Doctor, Doctor: EASILY my second fave. mostly bc it shows riker and rocky’s voices so so well. And bc its so catchy. I like it so much. IM A BELIEVER BELIEVE ME THIS LOVE IS A DRUG. plus i have to sing along to the “WHOAAAOOOO WHOOAAAOOOO WOO WOOOOOO” You know hwat i’m talking about. i just cant pass up the opportunity. it reminds me of a train kinda hahahah im stupid. anyways i need a doctor after i listen to this. quick story- the first time i listened to this song i was taking a shower and had it up rly loud and i fell in the shower bc i was so excited about it. yeah. i couldve died bc of this band 5/5 rydel faces bc of my near death experience.

What You’re Missing- first thing’s first OO-WEE-OO.  when i first listened to this i thought it was gonna be super cheese balls and like lovely dovey all the way through, but i like ross’ verses A LOT. they were v unexpected and adorable. and yes girl- he is what you’re missing so get him n o w. “I could keep you entertained for a while” I bet you could this was a cute on. I like it. and i will take off more than my converse and my crown. OO WEE OO. It’s so damn catchy- mainstream, but catchy. 3/5 Rydel Faces!

TARGET TRACKS:

Can’t Say I’m In Love- Sooooo cheesy I need wine to go with it, but so cute. so cute. also bass line is really awesome. i give ross major hottness points for the low growling in this one, like damn man, i like it a lot. I like the pick ups and the background vocals a lot and yes- my kiss is magic thanks. lol i dont have a lot to say about this one- also no near death experience on this one either. good try shower floor- i win this round. 3/5 rydel faces bc my kiss is magic like a circle. and “BABY I LOVE YOUUUU”

Could’ve Been Mine- props for the “Miiiiiiiiine” in the beginning- i like it. and then ROCKY COMES OUT OF NO WHERE. ROCKY GET IT. His voice sounds like velvet and i love it so much i just wanna hear it forever and ever. This song- also a personal experience for me in this one- not my personal fave, but the verses get me. ALSO RIKER COMES OUTTA NO WHERE AND I JUST OH LORD. i see the light when this song comes on. “And now my memories are haunting me” and rydel has amaaaaaaaaazing backgroud vocals on this one. Go you del. Also Ellington i like the drums. I like you a lot e-rat. I feel like i haven’t mentioned you a lot, but i adore you to pieces ellington. you’re funny and your girlfriend is a goddess. “Would’ve been- could’ve been- should’ve been mine” very emotion. much raw. love it 4/5 rydel faces for making me do a double take several times.


Now I’ve spent an hour on a friday night doing this! It’s okay, i was productive earlier! Hope you enjoyed this look into my brain/ me rambling about this album. 

Leave me your comments or message me telling me if you agree with me! If you wanna make your own review, then make one and tag me so i’ll read it! <3333 y’all.

xx. alli

Interview with BooksRockMyFace!!

Originally posted by effiestrinkets

It’s time for another interview! This time with @booksrockmyface. We love her, and if you haven’t had a chance to chat with her or enjoy her work, you’re going to want to after you get to know her. We had a great chat about her works in progress, presenting readers with challenging content and what makes Everlark (and Everlarkers) so special.

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