sorry for the typo errors

VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)

“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.


“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”


Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.


“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”


“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”


Broduce 101 Prompts Masterpost


Person A and Person B:

Meringue, Princess CarryLongtime Fan, Language Woe, Borrowing ClothesHigh Heels, Church, Birthday, Shipping, Pizza, Pretend Couple, Broken Promise, Childhood Friends, Sweater Swap, Fanboy AU, HateBed, Amnesia 


Time Travel, MCM Teddy Bear Part 1, Part 2: Dance Battle, (Fake) Animal Documentary, Watching Anime, Spin-The-Bottle, Second Elimination, Rainy Day, Snowball FightPre-PD101 Videos, Handcuffs, “Mom“, Yongguk, Girls’ Uniform, Egg, Lipstick, Finals Week, Online GamingBaby, Sleepover, Beach, Privacy, Twin, Beach, Hang Out, Makeup


Vampire, TeacherABO, School, Guardian Angel, Spy, Magical, Soulmate, Superhuman School, Special OPs, Daycare, Merman, Street Racing, Disney, Produce 101 S1, AKB48Office

Person specific:

Sewoon: ABO AU, Kingdom AU, Ponyo Loves, Entertainment Company AU, Pizza Delivery Guy

Seonho: Ouran High School Host Club AU, High School Musical AU, Hyung Timesheet, Chick

Kenta: Yakuza, Cafe AU

Jaehwan: Serenade, Opposite AU

Jihoon: Winking Booth, Flawless Photos, Special Agent

Dongho: Gender Bender, Kitty Savior

Daehwi: English

Daniel: Human Peach

Jinyoung: Soulmate AUAngelic Smile

Lee Woojin: Family AU

Park Woojin: Screentime

Seongwoo: Superhero AU

Hyungseob: Egg Nightmare, Bunny

Hyunbin: Thanks To

Gunhee: Frog

Taehyun: Tutor AU

Pair specific:

Donghyun and Sewoon: Something

Sewoon and Jaehwan: The Little Mermaid AU

Sewoon and Jonghyun: Digimon

Jonghyun and Jihoon: Anime Convention

Jihoon and Samuel: Pokemon AU

Samuel and Daehwi: Scary Movie

Daehwi and Dongho: Flowers and Tattoos

Daehwi and Seonho: Costco

Seonho and Minhyun: Neighbor AU

Daniel and Woojin: Cat/Shelter AU

Daniel and Seongwoo: Movie AU

Eunki and Jung Jung: Rival Dance Studio AU

Hyungseob and Woojin: Amusement Park AU

Group specific:

Justice League: Wizarding World of Harry Pote, Model AU

119/Playing with Fire: Dress Up

Masculine Beauty BOOM BOOM/Get Ugly: Hospital AU

Knock and Slate: Swapping Songs

Knock and Nation’s Son: Mafia AU

BNM: Teddy Bears 


Cube: Cube, Espionage AU, Family AU with Dongho

NU’EST: Trainers AU

anonymous asked:

In the Black and Gold AU, how do you picture spirits coming into play in the world and how troublesome ones are dealt with and what sort of people can actually see them. Like Mogami and ???% (if it's a powerful spirit) as an example as they are big plot elements. Either way, it's been amazing to read what you have on this AU and it's really fascinating to see how everything ties together!

omgg!! thank you thank you so much!!!💜

well during the creation of this au i really wanted the story to focus on the previous king’s death to shigeo’s ascension to the throne and how the country would react to having such a young, presence-less, kinda-plain-looking, and what they assume to be a weak king. the reaction being, naysayers and a coup d'état led by toichiro. 

i actually had two arcs in mind for the sequencing of this au which is the claw arc and the world domination arc. because stories of rebellion are a lot easier to weave from those hahaha

ultimately i want it to be about how shigeo would come to accept this responsibility and his journey to change himself to be a king that his country needs. so i guess spirits aren’t really something that pops up around here 

HOWEVER, spirits such as dimple and mogami are seen here as the same thing… ghosts! hahaha but a person can only see them when they choose to show themselves or if summoned. and they can only be defeated through blade dipped in holy water. 

as for ???% i actually wanted to write him down as a demon that possessed shigeo while he was still an infant. he only shows up when shigeo is either unconscious or if his will is close to breaking. but when i told this to my sister she just narrowed her eyes at me, as if saying it’s a bad idea. so i’m still thinking about it?? but i’m holding on to this idea.  

again, i thank you for your lovely compliment!! and i hope this answers your question ^^

anonymous asked:

What do all the letters and numbers in your description mean? LOVE ur blog 💙

Thank you very much for the compliment, anon! As to your question, these terms refer to different personality theories that I’m extremely obsessed with (my obsession is a bit embarrassing tbh lmao), that I could readily write extensive analyses about them. But I’m sure that you’re just curious to know what those letters and numbers refer to, so I’ll try my best to give a not-so-wearisome answer without adding much confusing jargon. However, if you are interested to know what they actually mean, you may access the links that I’ve provided by clicking the first character of each *term* in my description.

  • INFJ is one of the sixteen types of Myers–Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI), a typological theory created by Katherine Briggs and her daughter Isabel Briggs-Myers based on the psychological types theory that was proposed by Carl Jung. Unfortunately, a lot of faux-MBTI tests available online (*cough* I’m talking about 16personalities and humanmetrics *cough*) determine people’s types based on outward behaviours or personal preferences alone, and suggest that types could simply be defined by letter dichotomies (e.g. I vs. E, N vs. S, etc.). Contrary, MBTI actually focuses on a person’s cognitive process; it analyzes and explains how a person thinks. When you study the theory comprehensively, you would learn about cognitive functions and “function stack”—this determines how each type processes information and makes decisions. Basically, this describes the “position” of the cognitive functions in the type’s cognitive process, and a person’s natural inclination/ preference to use each function. Each type has four primary cognitive functions in their stack: dominant, auxiliary, tertiary, inferior. I dare not make this response a more verbose read (as it probably already is) by giving a more thorough explanation, but the gist is, the theory is a lot more complex than letter dichotomies. That said, each type is defined by a unique functional stacking, and INFJ is defined by its functional stack: introverted intuition (Ni), extraverted feeling (Fe), introverted thinking (Ti), extraverted sensing (Se).
  • 5w6 512 are terms that pertain to the Enneagram of Personality, a typological system which explores nine different patterns of thinking, feeling and acting that arise from inner motivation, fear and desire. 5w6 means that its core type is Type 5 and has a Type 6 wing. I know that it might sound totally baffling, but, those who assent to the “wing theory” suggest that “wings” do not alter core structure, on the contrary, “wings” add potential characteristics to one’s core type. Like MBTI, Enneagram could initially be a daunting theory as well with all the stereotypes and deviations propounded. However, the most basic principle of the theory is understanding one’s core motivation, fear and desire. Hence, an Enneatype 5’s basic desire is to be capable and competent; and with direct opposition to that, its basic fear is the state of being useless or incapable. Type 5s are usually referred to as “The Thinker” or “The Observer”. General descriptions typically associated with the Enneatype 5 are curious, detached, focused, observant, insightful, studious, complex, perceptive, profound, unsentimental, exploratory, cerebral and independent. In addition, 512 is an Enneagram tritype. Tritype theory explains that an individual employs one Enneatype in each center of intelligence: Head (Enneatype 5,6,7), Gut (Enneatype 8,9,1) and Heart (Enneatype 2,3,4) though the core type is inherently dominant in a person. I believe that Enneagram, again like MBTI, is a map towards self-awareness of one’s potential for growth and development.
  • sx/so means that an individual has an instinctual subtype stacking of sexual-dominant and social-secondary (and self-preservation blind). In addition to Enneagram types, the theory suggests that individuals had developed basic instincts which are of biological vital importance and aid in human survival. These are referred to as instinctual variants/ subtypes. At its very essence, sexual instinct does not refer to libido or sexual desire, and does not necessarily allude to romantic interests. According to the theory, sexual instinct craves for intense experiences and connections in order to “complete” the individual inside. Though this instinct is usually associated into searching for that “all-consuming” intimate relationships, I totally concur that a sx-dom’s flare to look for intense experiences or connections could not only be found and embodied by another individual—it could be manifested by an idea, hobby or any other personal interest. Personally, the words that I attach to the sexual variant are: fixation, intensity and intimacy. And despite the fact that I somehow agree with Type 5 sx/so’s general descriptions as the “intimate Five” who usually gravitate towards one-one-one relationships, my “search for an ultimate kind of connection does not only center on relationship with a lover or life partner”. (x) Thus, though I greatly value my attachment with people I genuinely care about, my fixation, intensity and intimacy does not only revolve around them, but I’m also deeply passionate about subjects and ideologies that I took an engrossing interest at.
  • RLOAI is one of the 32 SLOAN types according to the Global 5 adaptation of the Big 5 personality traits. Gah, I know that sounds quite taxing already if you’re not familiar with any of those. I believe that the Big 5 model is one of the most distinguished personality theories proposed and is widely accepted by professionals in the field of Psychology. The Big 5 describes five personality traits which are: openness to experience, conscientiousness, extraversion, agreeableness and neuroticism (OCEAN). Consequently, the Global 5 adaptation of the Big 5 consist of five elements, with each element having two oppositional type extremes: Extraversion (Social vs. Reserved), Emotional Stability (Limbic vs. Calm), Orderliness (Organized vs. Unstructured), Accommodation (Accommodating vs. Egocentric), and Intellect (Non-curious vs. Inquisitive). (x) I believe that similar to other personality theories, the factor called “Intellect” does not intend to measure one’s intelligence, but aims to assess one’s interest and/or curiosity to gain more intellectual knowledge. I’m RLOAI (with primary Inquisitive) so it means that I’m Reserved, Limbic, Organized, Inquisitive.

I really apologize for the lengthy (and possibly tedious) response. But thank you for your inquiry, anon!

Originally posted by lussycordia

P.S. Writing the Enneagram and sx/so stacking (ESPECIALLY the sx/so stacking!) parts made me feel like I wrote a critical hack for others to get pass my layers of vulnerability. Nope, I’m still very elusive™, sorry xD


Title: Newbie 

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Request: Could you do something with Peter Parker where the reader is Flash Thompson’s nice younger sister who is a freshman. Peter asks her out w/o realizing who her sibling is, resulting in Flash being 10x more of a bully to him

Word count: 2,311

A/N: Lots of time skips, I wasn’t quiet sure how to end this so I’m sorry if the ending seems kinda rush/muddy. I did not go through and edit this, so sorry for the typo’s and grammatical errors. 

Tagged: @tomllholland , @manyfandomstohandle , @superheros-and-books , @jor-da-na , @ferls212 , @laryssa-the-jedi , @bubbles2428 , @sylviestars , @jun-gle-cruise , @eabha-no , @quokkatrash 

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

“Flash please don’t leave me! I don’t know where I’m going!” You shouted at your older brother who drifted off with the giant crowd of teenagers in midtown high. “You’ll be ok Y/N, I believe in you!” Flash shouted back making you roll your eyes and stare down at the thin piece of papers in your hands.

Today was your first day in high school and you couldn’t me more scared, older kids surrounded you walking in every which way and when you tried to get their attention to help they would just shrug you off and keep walking. You felt like giving up on trying to find the classroom your first class was in, History.  

You made the trek back into the main office to ask for help on finding where your class was “Hi uh I know I was just here but my brother left me and nobody is willing to point me in the direction of my first class.” The nervous feeling that radiated off you attracted the attention of all the staff in the room, including a boy who’s stood next to you at the same counter grabbing his schedule “Peter, since you’re here could you please take Y/N here to her class?” The boy, Peter, shifted his gaze from the brunette woman behind the counter to you.

“Uh yeah sur-sure, whats your schedule?” He asked while you both shuffled into the hall. You handed him the piece of paper you were holding and watched as his eyes lit up slightly “Wow- wait your a freshman?” The Boy’s brown sparkling eyes met yours “Yeah, why?” you questioned cocking your eyebrow slightly.

“Well it looks like we actually have some classes together.” He examined his schedule once more before his smile widened, “Yeah, we have..” he paused looking back down at both sheets of paper “Chemistry, Gym and uh Geometry.”

You felt yourself blush slightly “Well, I think I have chemistry first.” you gestured toward on the sheet in the boys left hand “Yeah yeah you do.” The boy handed you back your paper “Oh uh I’m-I’m Peter by the way, Peter Parker.” The boy, Peter, offered you a friendly smile as you followed him to your first class of high school. The blush on your face deepened “I’m Y/N Thompson, nice to meet you Peter.” Peter gave you a heart melting smile in return as the both of you entered the classroom.

When lunch finally rolled around you found your brother sitting at a table in the middle of the room so you decided to sit with him and talk to him about your high school experience so far, “Hey.” you cheerfully greater your brother when you took a seat next to him.

“Hey there.” he greeted back giving you a casual side hug and returned to eating his food “So hows High school so far?” he question shoving a handful of chips in his mouth. “Well its been pretty good, I met this guy earlier who helped me get my classes and it turns out we actually have three classes together, thanks for abandoning me by the way.” You nudged your brothers arm jokingly earning a few laughs from the other people at the table. “Hey, I’m sorry I wanted you to have the official high school experience, finding your own classes, being mature and stuff.” Flash shot back at you, you just rolled your eyes, how does finding your own classes make you mature.

You quickly ate the lunch you brought from home and exited the cafeteria making your way to he library, the place Peter said is always the most calm in the school. You already had homework to do, even on the first day. So you took a seat at one of the  5 tables and pulled out your binder from you bag. A seat scrapped the floor by causing you to snap your head up and com in contact with the entrancing brown ones you met earlier in the day. “Hey Y/N.” Peter smiled down at you as he took a seat next to you.

“Hey.” you smiled back before you began your school work “It totally sucks that we already have work.” Peter sighed “Mind if i work with you?” He asked pulling gout his own binder. Your smile grew as you answered the boys question, “Not at all.” you felt your face get hot when your eyes connected with Peters. Its only been a few hours since you met Peter but you could already feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into his amazing world.

A about a month and half has passed and in that time you and Peter have gotten as close as heat to a fire, constantly with each other and if you two weren’t together you were snapchatting, texting or calling each other. You were excepted into his very small group of friends Ned, Michelle and him. But you never told your brother about who you were talking to or hanging out with because you knew how he treated Peter and tried your best to stand up from him whenever Flash talked about about your best friend. All your brother knew was that you had made a few friends and thats how you wanted to keep it until Flash gave up on bullying Peter. And you never told Peter who your brother was, it actually amazed you that he hasn’t found out by now considering he’s one of the smartest guys you knew.

“Hey Y/N?” you heard Peter question from beside you. The two of you were currently at Peters house having a study session in his room. You set your pencil next to you on Peters bed “Yeah?” you sat up and cracked your knuckles.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a little and i-i” Peter lightly sighed running his hands through his hair “I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out for dinner Saturday?” You laughed slightly at his question “Peter, we always go out for dinner on Saturdays, its literally our tradition.” your eyes made contact with his slightly taking your breathe away, your feeling for the boy always got stronger every time you just looked at him.

“No no i mean like as more than friends.” you saw the worry flash in his eyes as the question fell from his lips. Your heart skipped a beat at hearing those simple words “more than friends” meaning, Peter feels the same way as you… or at least slightly like how you feel.

“Peter,” you paused getting up froth bed and making your way over to him “are you asking me out on a date?” Peter nodded slightly at your question a small blush creeping up his neck.

“Ye-yes I-I am.” The sigh of relief from Peter as you answered caused butterflies to forming your stomach, “Of course I’ll go on a date with you.”

You and Peter had gone on a couple of dates, without your brothers knowledge. Eventually Peter asked you to homecoming promising you the night of your life but disappeared after five minuets of stepping into the hot sweaty mess of teenagers.

After homecoming night Peter had told you about his secret identity, Spiderman and you told him about how you were related to Flash. At first you were agitated that he hadn’t told you earlier but listened to Peter when he told you that he didn’t want you to get hurt because of him. So instead of being overly dramatic about the situation and yelling at him that he needs to stop or he’ll hurt himself really bad one day you convinced Peter to let you help him out by  patching him up after every battle. Which concluded with him coming to your room almost every night sitting on your bed while you tended to his wounds.

“Thank you Y/N, I don’t know what i’d do without you.” Peter smiled as he softly kissed you goodbye and exited through your window swinging from house to house to et back to his apartment.

“Oh Peter Parker.” you sighed sinking down into your soft fluffy bed, your door opened suddenly causing you to jump up from your bed with wide eyes. “Who were you talking to?” your brother asked stepping into your room. “Nobody Flash, please get out.” you gave your brother a deadpanned look, you weren’t taking any of his shit today.

“Y/N I clearly heard you talking to someone and defiantly heard you say "Peter Parker” so whats up?“ Flash flailed his arms in the air. Your breath hitched in your throat, Please don’t catch on, Please don’t catch on. You chanted in your head.

If flash found out about you and Peter he would never leave Peter alone, ultimately Flash would be tormenting Peter even more than now. "Also i’ve noticed you hanging out a lot more with Penis Parker lat-”

“Don’t call him that.” you lowly spoke interrupting your bother “What?” he aside stepping further into your room. “What did you just say?” you lifted your eyes slightly making contact with his “I said,” you let out a shaky breathe “Don’t call him that, his name is Peter.” Flash laughed slightly at you. “Oh wow, ya know I’ve also noticed a lot of this,” flash gestured to you “Sticking up for the nerd.” flashes eyes slightly widened at his thoughts “Oh god Y/N please don’t tell me you have feelings for the guy.” your brothers eyes bore into yours.

You didn’t answer his question hoping he understood what you meant, “Oh dear god, you-you-you can’t be serious!” Flashes voice was growing louder and louder with every word he spoke.

“Flash please calm down. We’ve only gone on a few dates.” Flashes eyes widened more at the flow of words leaving your mouth. Your eyes widened as well and  you clamped a hand over your mouth to stop anymore secrets that could escape.

“You-why-i can’t-” Flash couldn’t get his words out properly as he left your room to think out what you just said.

you had to warn Peter about what happened so you sent him a quick text before heading off to bed and staring at the ceiling with so much regret in your chest. How were you gonna get through this one?

Its been about 2 weeks since Flash found out about you and Peter. And you couldn’t believe the amount of, basically torture Flash was putting Peter through. He had come up with more horrid nicknames, he would constantly tell him how much you didn’t actually want him, which would rile Peter up so much causing him to try and throw punches at your brother and just end up in detention. Flash would tear up Peters homework or steal it and turn it into he teacher as his own, everyday flash would tell Peter that he’s was “nothing more than scum under my foot” and how “My sister deserves so much better than trash like you.”

you felt sick to your stomach hearing about what your brother was doing to Peter and hurt that this was how your brother actually was, a selfish prick who didn’t even respect your decisions.

you finally had enough of Flash if he wasn’t going to respect you on his own, you were gonna make him.

The bell rang ending your 4th period class and you made you way down to the lunch room, you decided to confront your brother as soon as possible and lunch time seemed like the perfect opportunity.

“Flash!” you screamed walking up to his table, he turned around in his seat  and flooded his arms “Well, Y/N so nice to see you.” you set your bag down on the ground next to you and flooded your arms across your chest “Cut the bullshit Flash.” you huffed creasing your eyebrows “I’m sick and tired of the way your treating Peter, my boyfriend.” you saw Ned’s eyes flash behind you quickly, you turned your head around to see Peter walk through the lunch room doors laughing while talking to Ned about something.

“If you don’t respect my decision on who i’m dating, fine. But that doesn’t give you permission to torment them.” you spit turing your gaze back to your brother “I get that you don’t really like Peter and i honestly have no idea why but I disgusted by the way you’ve chosen to treat him and it hurts me seeing my only brother hate the boy i like with all my heart.” tears pricked your eyes as you continued “I just wanted to tell you that if you keep this up,” you paused feeling an arm wrap around true waist, knowing who it was you let out a shaky breathe and continued “Then i know just how much you don’t respect me either.” you turned grabbing you bag from he floor, taking Peters hand and leaving your brother behind in the cafeteria. It felt good to finally get out how you really felt to Flash.

“I’m proud of you.” Peter stopped you int he hallway and engulfed you in his arms. “I’m proud of me too.” you felt a few tears escape from you eyes and fall onto Peters clothes. you pulled away from him slightly and pressed a lightly kiss to his lips.

“you should probably go back and talk it out with your brother though.” Peter whispered onto your lips, “I’ll deal with Flash when I get home, right now i just wanna be with you.”

You were proud of yourself for finally telling Flash off and so happy that you don’t have to hide your relationship with Peter anymore. “Hey at least now we don’t have to hide anything.” Peter laughed kissing you one more time before the bell rang ending lunch and you parted ways.

You felt free, not having to hide your love for Peter anymore felt pretty damn good.

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41+ Onkey..That is if you're still doing the dialogue prompt

yay!! onkey yes amazing beautiful my babies

41. “I feel like I can’t breathe.” (i smell ANGST)

((panic attack tw!! also, the grounding techniques i used in this are ones my therapist have recommended, as well as ones i’ve noticed work on both me and my friends, but please!! do actually look up proper grounding techniques, it’ll help much more than this lil drabble will if you’re panicking ^^))


Kibum could feel his chest tighten, all air seeming to escape his lungs. He couldn’t catch his breath, his hands were shaking, and to make it worse, this was all happening while he was hiding backstage 10 minutes before they were supposed to perform in front of thousands of shawols.
Kibum wasn’t sure when or why this had started, he was sitting there, getting his makeup and hair done and he was fine. The stylists had finished and let him leave to attend to whatever he had to do before going on stage, and everything had been perfectly okay. He had left the room and walked down the hall when he noticed how much his hands were shaking. He placed a hand to his chest, not only hearing his heartbeat loud in his hears, but feeling it pound hard against his chest. Kibum had carefully made his way around the corner, showing a trained smile as he passed by some of their staff, and had quickly stepped into an extra room, which was thankfully empty.
The second the door closed he slumped against the wall, placing a hand over his mouth as his breaths started coming in quick gasps instead of regular intakes of air. His hands were violently shaking now, a sob escaping his lips.
He wasn’t sure when, but he faintly heard a door open and felt soft hands on his arms, one quickly moving to cup the side of his face.

“Hey hey, I’m here it’s okay… What’s wrong?”

Jinki. He knew it was Jinki from his careful voice.

Instead of answering Jinki properly, another sob slipped between Kibum’s lips and he crumpled into the strong arms that had wrapped around him. Kibum buried his face in the crook of Jinki’s neck, his arms encircling his waist as he pulled him ever closer.

“What’s wrong?” Jinki asked again after a moment, pulling away only enough to be able to see Kibum’s red, tear stained cheeks.

“I feel like I can’t breathe.” A quick gasp of air. “I don’t know what happened I just all of a sudden felt like my chest was being constricted and my heart won’t slow down and my hands won’t stop shaking and I don’t know what’s wrong Jinki I don’t know-”

“It’s okay.” Two simple words. “You’re okay. I’m here.” Jinki placed his hands on Kibum’s waist and guided them both down so they were sitting facing each other, Kibum’s arms still wrapped tightly around the elder’s waist.

Jinki took his hands from Kibum’s hips, taking one of Kibum’s hands from his waist to place on Jinki’s own chest, making sure to breathe heavily so Kibum could easily feel the rise and fall of his chest.

“Try to make your breathing match mine, okay? You’re doing so good already.” A soft smile laid across Jinki’s face in spite of the current situation.

Next, Jinki took his own hands and placed them on Kibum’s thighs, starting to tap a practiced pattern there, humming softly along with the soft presses of his fingers against soft skin.
It took a few minutes but slowly, Kibum’s breathing returned to semi-normal intakes of air, and his heartbeat slowed considerably. He lifted his head from being buried in Jinki’s neck, looking up at the older boy.

“… I’m sorry.” It was only a whisper, yet Jinki still heard it.

“No, there’s no reason for you to apologize. I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”

Kibum realized something. “Ah wait, how did you find me anyway?” He looked up questioningly.

“I was talking to Tae and I saw you pass by, and I knew something was wrong. I excused myself as quickly as I could and heard you crying in here. Again, I’m sorry I didn’t come help you sooner.”

“Hey no, I’m simply thankful for the fact you came to help me at all, thank you Jinki.”

“Oh, what? No ‘thank you babe’? Have I lost the privilege of being called babe?” A silly smiled was aimed at Kibum, his own lips tilting upwards.

“Of course not, babe.” An even wider smile spread across Kibum’s face when he saw how happy Jinki looked at that.

After another minute of sitting, Jinki moved to stand up, extending his hand to offer help to Kibum, who was still sitting on the floor. He pulled him up and into another hug, a hand carefully weaving itself into Kibum’s hair.

“I love you.” The words came out as a quiet mumble, lips pressed against Kibum’s cheek soon after.

“I love you too, you idiot.” A smile and a real kiss was exchanged before they both gathered themselves and left the empty room, heading down the hallway.

“Hey, you should probably get your makeup touched up. You look awful.”

“Shut up!” Kibum smacked Jinki’s arm as Jinki smiled, proud of himself.
But, Kibum didn’t disagree as they walked towards a stylist to ask for a touchup, both boys smiling softly, fingers intertwined with each other.

for anon who requested something super fluffy about vernon and his long distance girlfriend. i had so so much fun writing this and may have gone a lil overboard, but im still excited. i hope you like it! (also, sorry for any typos or weird grammar errors, i still need to do a lil bit of editing but i didnt want you to wait too long before i posted it <3)

genre: the fluffiest fluff

word count: 1,256

warnings: none <3

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     It was early. It was cold. You were tired. Honestly, by this point, the only thing you wanted was food that wasn’t from an airplane, but you still had 3 hours to go. Staring out the window at the perfect, fluffy clouds eventually got boring, so you shut your eyes and tried your hardest to get another nap in.
When you woke up again, the plane was just about to land. It took you a second, but once you came to your surroundings, your heart jumped. You were gonna see him again. Biting back a grin, you waited patiently for the plane to land, and once it did, you were desperate to get back on land.
Coming out of the airport and into a taxi, you had realized a terrible mistake in fashion. Where you lived, it was really warm, but it was still chilly in Korea. You wrapped your arms around yourself and hoped that the dorm the boys stayed in was relatively close. To your relief, the taxi quickly made it to the dorm where your boyfriend and his 12 band mates lived. Biting back nerves and any fears, you swallowed, and raised your hand to the door. A couple short knocks seemed to echo inside until the door opened to a very shocked Seungcheol. Before he could say anything, you interrupted him, praying that he wouldn’t ruin the surprise. 

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Originally posted by gabbiesworld

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: “Could you write an Alex x Reader where the reader is chubby and super insecure about it?”

Word count: 1.459

Posted: 30th of April 2017

A/N: Hello there, guys! I’ve written exactly six imagines today and I am posting one everyday, so you can read something also during the weekdays.
Anyways, I loved writing this imagine and I hope that you like it too. Sorry for some typo errors, if there are some. It’s almost 04.30 am here and I am kind of sleepy too. Sorry and enjoy!

P.S.: If you struggle with your insecurities, please don’t hesitate to send me some messages. My ask box is always open for you, no matter what problem you have. I would appreciate it a lot. Thank you.

- G. x

“Babe, are you okay?” It was your school’s Winter Formal and your boyfriend Alex noticed that you were in a deep thought as you silently fidgeted with your fingers. “Babe?”

“Uh,” You suddenly shook your head as the loud music and Alex’s voice sank in your mind. The room was dark and it was lighted by some strobe lights as the music was fast and noisy. You wandered your eyes around and you saw the people dancing messily and wildly. “I am fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.” He sat beside you as he handed you a plastic cup filled with a red coloured punch.

“I am.” You shortly answered as you felt another knot in your stomach. You’ve been observing the beautiful, skinny and perfect girls from your school and you quickly felt guilty and insecure. You took a sip from your cup as you hid your perplexity from Alex.

“Can we talk?” You looked at Alex and he seemed serious. He wouldn’t leave the question open until he assured himself that you were fine.

“About what?” You shrugged your shoulders as if you didn’t know why he wanted to talk to you. He might have hinted what you were into, because this wasn’t the first time that it would happen, so he insisted on the topic.

“About everything.” He was bothered for your actions and, even though you haven’t agreed yet, he already stood up from the bleachers and he waited for your hand as he put his out.

“Lex, it’s not necessary.” You assured him, but still put your plastic cup beside you and you grabbed his hand before standing up.

“I think that it is.” He emotionlessly answered and you bit your lip as he intertwined his hands with yours, dragging you out of the school gym, where the dance was being held. “So? What’s the matter, love?”

“Nothing matters.” You let his hand go as you sighed loudly and heavily. “Nothing matters, neither do I.”

“You absolutely matter, (Y/N).” Alex’s shoulder fell down as he knew what was happening to you that night. “Tell me what’s in your mind?”

“I think you know what’s in this stupid mind.” You avoided Alex’s gaze, because you felt uncomfortable, flustered. He already talked to you about this topic and he would never be tired of repeating it.

“Maybe yes, maybe not.” Alex answered and he perfectly knew how nervous and pressured you were at that moment. You have a certain intimacy with Alex, but you were always shy to talk about these things with him.

“Fine, Alex! I am telling you what’s running on my mind, right now.” You raised your voice as you gathered your courage to let everything out. “I am jealous of these pretty girls around me. I mean, have you ever seen them? They’re perfect and I am a potato. They have perfect skin, flat stomachs and their dresses fit very well in them. I am just so full of flaws and I hate it, I hate myself because of it.” You huffed as you finished ranting about it. Alex listened to you, even though he already knew what you would’ve said.

“Is that what perfect is for you?” He raised an eyebrow as he asked you with a smirk. “Because I am seeing the perfection in front of me.”

“Perfection!” You shot him a death glare as you sarcastically repeated what he has said. Alex was disappointed of himself, because he couldn’t make you feel better and he couldn’t give you more confidence for yourself. He couldn’t convince you that you should love your so-called- flaws and that stressed him, because all he wanted was for you to love yourself. “I sometimes wonder why you even chose me.”

“I think you are, (Y/N).” He seriously said as he grabbed your right hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb. “You know that I will always love you and I will always take you as you are, right? I will always choose you, no matter what.”

“I know, Alex.” You fiddled with your lovely long dress, playing with the smooth fabric of it.

“Look at me, love.” Alex sweetly cupped your cheeks and you looked at him, showing him your disheartened gaze. “You know that all these things, that you call flaws, are the reason why I loved you and why I am loving you, right?”

“You’ve already told me that, but I don’t believe you.” You contradicted him as he just smiled and shook his head.

“These imperfections that you call are the ones that make you perfect, love.” He caressed your cheek. You still had your own opinion and he couldn’t wreck the wall between the two of you.

“I don’t think so.” You crossed your arms, being a hard headed.

“Shush you.” He walked closer to you and kissed your nose. “You don’t have to be insecure because I love you so much and I think that you are flawless. You should love yourself and you shouldn’t shame yourself because of them. You are flawless and please remember that, okay?”

“Do you really think that?” Your shoulders relaxed after those sweet words that slipped out Alex’s mouth. You finally let your walls down as you let him assure you. You absorbed his words and you felt loved in some ways.

“Of course, Babe.” He slowly nodded with a smile and he knew that you gained some confidence for yourself again. “So, please, don’t ever compare yourself to others because you are perfect and always will be. Okay?”

“I’m sorry.” You sighed for the hundredth time and Alex just smiled even wider, letting go of your face, that he was still cupping.

“You don’t have to because it’s clearly not your fault.” He sincerely answered. “I just want for you to think that you are unblemished and to teach you how to love yourself, because I do.”

“Thank you, babe. You always know how to cheer me up.” You blushed as you thanked him, so for him not to notice it, you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck and you hugged him.

“I am just stating the truth, baby.” He wrapped his arms around your waist as he exchanged the hug you’ve been giving to him. “I shouldn’t be thanked, when all I did was being honest.”

“Aw, Babe.” You bit your lower lip while smiling and you let Alex go.

“I love you.” He looked at you straight into your eyes and you perfectly knew how sincere he was during that exact moment.

“I love you too.” You honestly replied and his lips formed a big smile before closing the gap between the two of you.

You shared a passionate kiss, full of love as Alex demonstrated that he really cared for you, but it was broken by your best friend, Jessica.

“Cuties, you’re missing a great party in there.” She winked at you as she grabbed your hand and Alex followed the two of you, still wanting to kiss your soft lips.

“Jess, stop stealing my girlfriend because she’s mine.” Alex playfully said, but he was partly serious about it.

“Damn, Standall!” Jessica complained as you entered the gym once again. Tony was playing a slow love song and Jessica surrendered as she wanted for you to have a moment together. “Here’s your beautiful girlfriend, but I will steal her if you don’t take care of her.”

“Shut up, Jess. You should give up now, because I will never let her go and I will always take care of her.” You blushed as you felt your boyfriend hugging you from behind.

“Whatever, Alex.” Jessica rolled her eyes and she let go of your hand, heading to Justin. “Enjoy guys.”

“We will.” You and Alex said in unison as you headed in the middle of the gym to dance.

“May I have this dance, beautiful?” Alex asked you as he put his hand out again.

“Of course,” you grabbed his hand and he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “handsome.”

You both laughed as you slowly danced together, swaying together with the rhythm of the music.

You thanked Alex, because you really felt better with his kind and honest words. You knew that he wouldn’t lie to you, because you knew Alex very well.

He helped you to start loving your so-called-flaws, because he was right! Your flaws are those little things that made you perfect, unique and beautiful. You should start appreciating them, because you wouldn’t be you without them.

He was the best that you’ve ever had and you couldn’t thank him enough for being the perfect and loving boyfriend that he was.

What she says: I’m fine

What she means: Why doesn’t Dallon get appreciated? He’s a precious tall flower and his bass lines are the raddest shit I’ve ever heard. Yet, Zack and Brendon treat him like he’s a touring member only. Wikipedia and Facebook still say he’s official. What does that mean? Does it mean that Zack doesn’t know shit and Brendon wants to be the center of attention? Or that Dallon got demoted and we don’t know about it? Why wasn’t he on the red carpet at the APMAs? Is this a sign that he’s not official anymore? Apparently he’s not writing songs for the upcoming P!ATD album either. Dallon’s twitter bio was changed from “member of @ panicatthedisco” to “bass for @ panicatthedisco” and he called P!ATD “Brendon’s band”. Does this mean anything?? Does Dallon really think he’s unimportant? Because that’s so not true and it breaks my heart that a wonderful person like Dallon would think that low of himself. Who is he shading on Twitter lately? Who hurt Dallon and made him that salty? Have Brendon or Zack something to do with this? B & Z always make fun of Dallon and I don’t like it at all. Leave D alone. “haha fans don’t want to have Kenny or Dallon in their picture with Brendon :D” you’re so funny Zack!!! Why don’t more people aknowledge that Dallon is an important part of P!ATD?? Would a demotion mean he’d get paid less? We already know he had to have several side jobs in the past although he already was an official member of Panic! at the Disco. I’m worried. “What if he doesn’t want be be in the spotlight?” He stated that he prefers to be in front of the camera and not behind on Twitter and he also could’ve helped writing songs for the upcoming P!ATD album if he really prefers to be “behind the camera”. It looks like Brendon wants to do everything on his own for the new album instead of doing a solo project. He confirmed the upcoming album is kind of a Brendon solo thing. Was he serious about that?? Update: 8/22/15 periscope: Someone asked about a possible Panic! split and Brendon laughed and replied that he can’t split himself in half. So…..P!ATD is a Brendon solo thing now?? What happened to the *band* P!ATD?? Why the fuck is P!ATD still labeled as a “band”???? I’m happy if Dallon’s happy but….. Dallon aka the tall sunflower deserves better.

Say Yes

Rick and Michonne sprinted down the street.

Somehow they had taken a wrong turn and were now racing to make it back to the van, walkers on their tail. More were pouring out from the alleys drawn by the sound, cutting them off and causing them to separate as they fought to get through the chaos.

Rick made it back first, yanked open the back door of the van, then doubled back to help cut a path for Michonne.

When she reached him he grabbed her arm, forcing her behind him and into the van while he continued to fight them off, kicking and shoving the grasping walkers with his left hand while he shoved Michonne into the van with his right.

“Get in! Get in!” she cried as she pulled on him now that she was safe inside. Rick used both arms to launch himself in as he felt walkers grabbing him from behind. Michonne pulled him with all her strength, dragging him to safety while desperately trying to pull the doors shut.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you okay?” Michonne frantically grabbed at Rick’s shirt, ripping and pulling it off of him as she searched his body for injury. “Are you okay?” she kept asking, not hearing him as he tried to calm her with his soft words. “I’m okay,” he whispered over and over, his breathing heavy as he tried to catch his breath. He rested on his knees, his hands hanging loosely at his sides as Michonne, undeterred by his words, continued her desperate search, not believing that they had both made it safely back.

Finally, Rick grabbed her and pulled her in close. “Michonne. I’m okay. We’re okay. It’s okay,” he breathed into her ear, repeating the words like a mantra trying to calm her. “It’s okay to smile,” he said. “We made it. Remember? We’re the ones who who live.”

Michonne rested her head on his shoulder, allowing him to soothe her with the words she had only just used to calm him, when he had been frantic for her safety, terrified over the danger she had been in.

Quietly she held him, tears silently running down her face, and onto his body, cutting a path through their sweat and grime. Slowly she began to come back into her body, finally aware of her surroundings.

The sound of the walkers outside the van faded as she felt Rick murmuring into her ear, her neck, and her hair.

Gently he began kissing her, soft at first, like he soothed the children when they awoke from the dreams that were also half memories. Then, more desperate as he absorbed her panic and became aware of the close call that was closer than either of them would want to admit. Rick lowered her onto the the van floor, deepening the kiss as they silently reveled in their survival…

Just busted this out on my phone. Sorry for any grammar errors or typos…

Headcanon/Scenario: Zen's past and why he's such a gentleman

Those who’ve played Zen’s route know about him running away from home, barely making ends meet, working multiple jobs, and him currently. But here’s something we never got details about: his experiences being in a gang.

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Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uzumaki Boruto, Uzumaki Hinata, Baby Uzumaki

Pairings: Boruto/??, Naruhina, Borudad and baby girl

Words: 2,310

Author’s Note: Not what I was planning on posting next, but I’ll take it. Thanks in part to matchaball

“She might quiet down if you pick her up,” Uzumaki Naruto stood in the doorway of his new granddaughter’s nursery, smiling at the sight of his son leaning against her crib, his hand dangling down to just brush over his daughter’s blanket. “Babies like to be held, ‘ttebayo.”

“I know,” Uzumaki Boruto, twenty-four year old new dad and recently promoted Jounin, spared his father a glance before looking back down at his daughter, a deep frown creasing his brow. Curious, Naruto went to stand on the other side of the crib, lowering his bandaged hand over the railing to slid his finger into the little girl’s tiny, clenched fist. For the moment, her fussing stopped and her large eyes focused on Naruto.

“You know,” Naruto started, looking over at his son. “I haven’t seen you hold her since she’s been home,” he commented, raising a brow in question at Boruto, who still just frowned down at the squirming baby girl. “Something wrong?”

“No,” Boruto answered quietly, but Naruto knew he was lying. He was the young man’s father, after all! Plus, you couldn’t lie to Uzumaki Naruto. Instead of pressing him right away, Naruto just reached down to pick up his new granddaughter, much to the baby’s delight, and stepped back to sit in the rocking chair. The soft, hand stitched pillows gave under his weight and Naruto let out a sigh, watching Boruto from the corner of his eye as he settled his granddaughter comfortably against his chest, her little head in the crook of his arm. She still clung to his bandaged hand, her cries and whimpers long gone, and now just stared up at him with wide, blue eyes. After a hesitant moment, Boruto came around the crib and sat adjacent for his father on the wooden bin that held all the baby’s new blankets and sheets.

Naruto watched him, quietly assessing the deep lines on his forehead and the bags under his son’s eyes, the way he’d started chewing on the inside of his cheek again, and thought he was beginning to understand what might be bothering his son. Chalk it up to a father’s intuition, or just the fact that Naruto had a knack for understanding people, but he recognized the worry in his son’s blue eyes. The doubt and fear that he tried desperately to hide, and Naruto knew what caused the stiffness in his son’s shoulders, he knew why he hesitated to touch or hold his own daughter, and Naruto knew why he looked so ill at ease. He knew because he’d been there, he’d felt that, felt it all, and he understood. “She’s a good baby. A lot less fussy than you were, ttebayo.”

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A Peek into the Future

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Genre: Oneshot, fluff, domestic fluff, talks about the future, and a dog

Summary: Fiction. Moving was a hassle, and not something they were keen on, but they’d been putting it off for literal years. Perhaps it was about time to get kicked into the future - and maybe that kick pushes them farther than they thought. Essentially, some mostly plotless reality fluff.

Warnings: Literally nothing if you’re ok with talks about moving house and dogs and the future

Word Count: A little over 5k

A/N: Happy birthday, @mecaka! I found out yesterday that it was her birthday recently, so I wrote her a fic. She wanted fluff, I hope I have delivered. Also sorry for any typos/errors, this was for my beta so I couldn’t exactly ask her to check it over for me :P

Reminder that I don’t know Dan or Phil at all and I’m not suggesting this in any way reflects reality. This is a work of fiction

“This one?”

“Nah, too small a kitchen.”

“How would you know, you’re never in the kitchen.”

“I cook,” Dan argued indignantly. “Sometimes.”

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My analysis/thoughts about "THE LAST NARUTO THE MOVIE"


- to prove that the movie does not contradict the manga (and it is actually a canon material)
- to explain Naruto’s feelings (that he DID NOT fall for Hinata in the movie,rather, he REALIZED his romanticfeelings for her all along)

Note: Actually, I did not plan to write an essay about this. But, it makes me upset to see some Naruto fans (esp. some NH fans) to think that the movie is filler and it regress NH development. This essay has around 10, 000 words.

Sorry for typo/grammar errors.

First let’s talk about how legit the movie is.
1. Kishimoto himself said that the movie is part of the actual storyline.

This is the statement of Kishi:

“The latest film is a love story. It will depict what happened between the 699th and 700th manga episodes. I designed the characters and helped make the story.”

I emphasized “helped” because I think, some misunderstood this word. Others might say. “Oh, its filler because Kishi just helped in the script.” But you are wrong. Remember, Kishi’s position in the movie is “script supervisor.”

Actually, I work in a production company/TV station. Script supervisor is like the head writer a.k.a the leader of the creative group. The writers will write (of course) the script (like dialogue etc., more on the details) but the script supervisor/head writer ACTUALLY gives the whole plot or story flow. What I’m trying to say is… writers will just comply on what the head writer wants. After the writers, finished the script… The head writer will edit it on how he wants it.

In a TV interview, kishi himself said that he was HEAVILY involved in the movie. That he edit the script the way he wanted.

Head writer, writers actually do the story, NOT the director/production company/animators

For those who don’t know, the director’s main job is to handle the aesthetics of the film (like camera angle, animations etc). In other words, they not really heavily involve on the script. There role is to make the script materialized or how to convey the story in a creative way. (ex. the director of the last said that he wants to make the genjutsu scene look like a puzzle). His subordinates are the animators.

SP suggested the romance theme because they felt it was what the series is lacking. (THEY just suggest the theme of the movie, not forced NH to be together. that’s different)

Kishi earlier said that he did not plan to make a story on how NH got together. Some might misinterpret this. Anti-ending people might say… “oh kishi is forced to do NH pairing,” but NO. He just did not plan to elaborate on HOW they got together (or how/when they officially got together). But NH paring..It was plan all along!


That’s why, even without the last. The ending of Naruto is still acceptable /obvious.

Actually, it’s the first time that Kishi said that a movie is part of the canon timeline. Hence, this movie is very special.

I remember a chapter in Naruto, when Edo Minato and the other Kages were fading… Naruto tried to restate what Kushina said to him. The last thing that Naruto has’nt done yet is the ‘love aspect’

Well, guess what…. The Last is the answer.

Even the advertisers called this film Ch. 699.5. And more importantly, Kishi made a comic called “after the last”. If this movie is not canon, why would he bother to do a canon comic?

The movie, NEVER, contradict the manga. Cause the supervisor is KISHI himself. The movie actually confirmed a lot of things that is vague in the manga. Like hamura’s character and Naruto’s feeling for Sakura (actually, for me, this one is pretty obvious in the manga) this movie CONFIRMED that Naruto’s feelings for Sakura were SHALLOW. Just ask yourself, why Naruto “liked” Sakura (aside from being beautiful?)

You might say, “ohhhhh but Naruto and Hinata were OCC in the movie.”

The movie just shows the side of Naruto that we did not know: the romance. It’s normal to sulk after heartbreak. Of course, it’s the first time we saw naruto like this because hinata is his first love.

As for Hinata, you might say “ohhh she’s shy/timid/dont have confidence again. It regress her dev in the manga.” Not actually. Remember, it’s a diff situation. Naruto has a lot of admires. And actually, its Hinata’s first time to pursuit a relationship with naruto (i will not detail this. This is already explained in remedialaction’s essay, which I really love)

Many anti-ending/NH complained on how NH’s relationship is forced, underdeveloped, came out of nowhere etc. And the last proves that NH moments in the manga were platonic.

Well, I disagree. I bet these people forgot the essence of the NH development in the manga. Remember, the movie is based on the manga. Hence, all the NH moments were taken account in the movie. This is just logic: if NH moments were not present in the manga, then the last would not exist at all.

And remember, Kishi made a movie guidebook about NH moments. So it’s all legit. Kishi laid out the foundation of their relationship from the very beginning/

NH moments in the manga were not platonic. (remember, the title of the NH dev. in the guidebook is Uzumaki “LOVE” scroll)

Do you think holding hands, seeing through eyes, transforming to 6 (almost 9) tails were not romantic? If you said yes, then you are missing the context.

I remember what my history professor in college said, “always look at the context.” that’s the only way to understand/analyze a moment in our history.

Let’s discuss the confession. Naruto turned 6-tails after Pain attacked Hinata. Hence, Hinata is the trigger of the transformation (as what naruto confirmed in chapter. 490)

People might say anyone would trigger the transformation. But really, do you think he will transform when pain attack Sai, Shikamaru, Ino, Chouji, Neji, Lee, tenten? Even sakura? I bet NO.

Remember, when Gaara died, he just turned 2 tails. When Jiraiya and Kakashi died, he did not even transform. Antis may argue… “Maybe he transformed because of the shock that his friend attacked right in front of him” or “the seal is weakening”

But ask yourself why Hinata of all the people???? Why she triggered the worst feelings that Naruto ever felt. Even the seal is weak, it still needs enough force/level of rage for Naruto to transform

Remember? Context. The situation clearly shows that Naruto have strong connection (love) for Hinata. Pain even said that love breeds hate. No, he’s not talking about Hinata’s feeling… He is talking about Naruto. Pain assumed that the girl that he attacked is special to Naruto. That’s why he said “do you hate me now?”

Let’s go to the “in your eyes” moment… Actually, this is one of my favorite moments. It’s just so romantic that both of them can see the truth in their eyes.

Antis said Naruto only felt Hinata’s feelings because of the kyuubi mode. But remember, he can only feel malice in this mode… Not read others thoughts. If he can feel negative feelings, then he might also know the suspicion of Neji and the rest.

Also, the movie guidebook also confirms this moment. “Naruto reads feeling of weakness reflected in Hinata’s eyes…. The two were connected so strongly that they could communicate in their eyes”

Aside from Hinata, there is no other person Naruto can read through eyes.

Also, look at the reaction of neji, shino at kiba after that moment. I bet they were all thinking “there is something fishy going on between these two”

In chapter 615, Naruto held Hinata’s hand. That only means one thing.
So, does that mean that he loves Hinata all along? Yes. Naruto did all these romantic moments with Hinata subconsciously.
He’s just stupid or dense that’s why he did not know it is romantic love. And the last movie explained this (that he cannot distinguish the difference between love of ramen and loving a person).

One of the many complains in the movie is the pacing. For just a day or so… relationship between Naruto and Hinata changed. Let’s look closely.

Mission timeline:
Day 1: the team goes to a snowy place, goes to the genjutsu lake, toneri ask hinata’s hand, naruto became bashfull, naruto saw hinata knitting the scarf

Day 2: Naruto did not wear Kushina’s scarf. Naruto and Hinata flirting. Otsutski monument. Hinata request Naruto to leave her alone for a moment

Day 3: Hinata tries to stay away from naruto. In the night, naruto confessed. Then hinata goes to toneri.

Yes… Within 3 days… I want to focus on day 1 and 2. This is when Naruto know his own feelings

So quickly, he acted different towards Hinata. What reason? The answer is of course, love.

But is it possible to fall in love within days? The answer is NO. Cause love is not an instant thing.

Does that mean the relationship of Naruto and Hinata is forced in the movie? NO. Why? Because Naruto did not fall for Hinata in the movie. HE JUST REALIZED HE LOVES HER ALL ALONG

Remember, he did not know the meaning of loving someone until the genjutsu trap. This gave him a context of Hinata’s feelings. After that, he examined his own feeling. Actually, this is elaborated in the last light novel.

Thanks animecontinuum for the translation:

“So if that is a genjutsu… Then, what are those things I saw about Hinata? Were all those part of my memories? No, I don’t think those are just ordinary memories. It’s more like my dreams and memories were mixed together. And so about Hinata, does that mean that I also…” Naruto blushed involuntarily and for an instant, he looked at Hinata.

Clearly, the trap does not forced naruto to love hinata.

It just triggered something within Naruto’s heart.

Just think of it. When a person confessed to you. You would not fall for him/her instantly. Unless, you also have feelings for him/her all along.

And another thing… Why do you thing Sakura encourage Hinata in the first place. If she thinks that hinata will be just get rejected? (as what ugamyrain said before)

While Naruto was unconscious and Sakura’s healing him.. She said “you finally got it. Blockhead” (cause Naruto repeatedly said “Hinata”)

This only means one thing: Sakura know that Naruto love Hinata all along.

Sakura’s statement not only meant that naruto finally understand hinata’s feeling. Also, he understands HIS OWN FEELING. (Actually, the latter is more appropriate because of the context of the scene. Remember, Naruto keep repeating Hinata’s name, before Sakura said he finally gets it)

When/how did naruto fall for hinata? Well it is in the manga. I already explained that.

Conclusion: the movie does not contradict the manga. It actually supported our theory before: Naruto has feelings for Hinata all along.

Note: sorry for the long post. Some ideas in this essay came from earlier NH essays  @rieriebee etc). I credit them for that.

anonymous asked:

Phan: Them trying to decide what game to play next on the gaming channel, discussing the pros and cons of board games, laughing about monopoly.

Thank you for sending in a request! It always makes me happy to write these.


The evening was quiet and gentle, the sun had only just sunk behind the horizon. The lights in their flat were off, and a warm candlelight glow filled the room. Phil was utterly relaxed, leaning back in his chair at the table. He looked at Dan, who was sitting across from him and smiled. Bliss practically radiated off of him as he hummed softly to himself.

Dan had always been aware of Phil’s blissful glow, but today it shone like a beaker in the night, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself. He was here, in a shared apartment, with his favourite person in the world.

It was nights like these that made Dan fall in love with Phill all over again. It was nights like these when he realized how undeniably happy he was. Simple, mundane nights when they mulled over ideas for the gaming channel together. Nights when Dan realized his dream had come true.

“How about Surgeon Simulator?” Phil’s low voice rang out in the quiet room.

“A little morbid, don’t you think? We do have some younger viewers…”

Phil laughed, “Mr. Existential-Crisis-Death-Is-Inevitable thinks surgeon simulator is too morbid?”

Dan felt a grin stretch across his face.

“Ok, fine we can add it to the list.” He said and reached for Phil’s hand across the table.

It was warm and soft in his own, their fingers intertwined perfectly, like a lock and a key, as if they were made to go together. Made for each other.

Phil melted slightly into his chair when Dan held his hand, it made the world feel right when they held hands. It made everything ok.

“What if we didn’t do a video game for our next video?” Phil pondered out loud.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen quite a few comments begging us to play board games.”

Dan thought that over, while he didn’t doubt some of their viewers would watch an hour long video of them playing scrabble or something, he wasn’t a fan of the idea. It would be dreadfully long and boring to some viewers, and a pain to edit. He frowned slightly.

“Like scrabble?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

Phil paused for a moment before responding, “Yeah, maybe. Or like Settlers of Catan, Clue, Candy Land…”

“I don’t know, wouldn’t that be kind of boring?”

“We’ve played Jenga and Twister before and gotten a positive feedback” Phil pointed out.

“I suppose you’re right…” Dan trailed off, still hesitant about the whole idea.

Phil then straightened immediately, his eyes lit up, the yellow flecks in them illuminated by the soft candlelight.

“What about Monopoly?” He suggested excitedly.

“M-monopoly?” Dan asked bewildered.

“Yeah! It’s a game almost everyone knows, and it’d be something different!”

Dan laughed, “By different do you mean a two-hour long video of you throwing hotels at me whenever I take your money?”

Phil raised an eyebrow playfully, “More like when I take money from you.”

Dan’s grin grew wider at Phil’s suggestive tone, “Oh, it’s on old man.”

Phil laughed at this, that adorable little laugh that made him stick his tongue between his teeth. The laugh that made Dan melt a little bit inside.

Phil let go of Dan’s hand and stood up, pushing his chair back. He walked to the shelfs across the room and Dan reluctantly let him go, watching him swish his hips slightly as he walked. Phil came back a few seconds later, a game box in his hands.

When Dan realized what Phil was carrying he rolled his eyes lovingly, “Are we playing it now?” He scoffed.

“You challenged me.” Phil answered.

Snorting, dan took the box out of Phil’s hands and set it on the table.

“Are we gonna film it tonight, then?” He turned to Phil to ask.

“No. Not tonight.” Phil responded, voice hushed.

“Why not?”

“Because then I don’t have to edit out this.”

He reached down and tilted Dan’s chin up, before leaning down to kiss him.

It was a quick gentle kiss, one that held the promise of forever in the few seconds it lasted.

As Phil stood back up Dan felt himself blush, and he couldn’t help the smile that tugged his lips upwards.

He looked at Phil, really looked at him, like Phil was the last thing he’d ever see. In the dim light he saw tousled black hair, pale smooth skin, and a heart bigger than anyone’s he’d seen before.

He also saw someone who was about to lose at Monopoly.

(Sorry about any spelling/grammar errors or typos! Hope you enjoyed :) )

Rockabye - Jackson (Series)

Originally posted by jackseunie

pairing: jackson x reader
rating: eventual nc-17
genre: angst, romance, smut
total word count: 1135
summary: life isn’t easy being a single parent, especially such a young one. but you do your best to make him happy and make sure his life is better than yours was, even if that means ‘exotic dancing’. he’s your entire world; the only man you’ll ever need. until you meet a certain idol who changes things almost as much as your son did.

A/N: okay, so when i was requested this (thank you, btw!), i immediately thought of the song rockabye baby, hence the stripper theme. anyway, i got carried away writing, so i thought i’d turn it into a series. enjoy!

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