sorry getting carried away

anonymous asked:

Ooooh maybe you could do 'baby's first kick' , that'd be cute especially with shawns reaction or 'baby's first smile, or depending on how long you're doing these 'baby's first day of school' 'baby's first easter' 'baby's first word' 'baby's first bath' ok I'm done sorry I get carried away especially with dad!shawn

OH MY FUCKINF GOD THANK YOu I’ve done the bath one but these are cute af

I really like the image of Vader rolling Luke’s name around in his head, saying it out loud to himself, testing it, hearing it. 

Luke. Luke Skywalker. My son’s name is Luke. 

Practicing different ways to say it. Maybe he tries it out in all of his different, typical Vader tones. You know, in the way he addresses Imperial Officers or Rebel Prisoners or even the Emporer. None of them probably sound right. 

Saying it quietly, in a gentle voice. It’s unfamiliar and maybe uncomfortable because he hasn’t been gentle in years but it’d sound right and good. 

I like the idea that there’s a build-up for Vader to that first moment. That the moment when he is looking at his son and calls him by his name for the first time, that it would be this important moment for him. One that he has thought a lot about and prepared for. 

And that every time he says it is precious. That he just keeps trying to get it right because this is his son and his name is Luke. 

anonymous asked:

Never have I ever written a Hunger Games AU

Well I hadn’t, until this devious little ask came along.

sorry not sorry

Lance volunteers.

Lance volunteers in his brother’s place, when his older brother - just two years older and in his last year of eligibility for the Reaping - gets picked instead. Lance takes one look at the heartbreak on his mother’s face, the bitter desperation on his father’s and his aunts’ and uncles’ and grandmother, and makes his decision. He’s up to the front too fast for anyone to stop him, and it doesn’t occur to him until later that maybe he hasn’t spared his family from heartbreak after all.

The other Tribute from District Twelve is a young girl, just turned twelve. No one volunteers for her.

Everything happens so fast. Lance gets a few brief minutes to say goodbye to his family - and to Hunk, who yells and shakes him and clings to Lance in a hug that only rivals the one Lance’s mom gives him.

“Stay alive,” Hunk begs him, yells, “You’d better stay alive, and you have to come back and tell me everything.”

“You’re gonna see it,” Lance points out, and winces after the words slip from his mouth.

“Don’t remind me,” Hunk groans, “But all the rest, Lance - what the countryside’s like? What the Capitol’s like? What the food is like? You have to come back and tell me. Promise? You have to.”

“I promise,” Lance says, “Assuming Keith doesn’t kill me.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” Hunk says, as sharp as Lance has ever heard him. “He would never. He’s not going to be your mentor, anyway.”

“I hope you’re right,” Lance says.

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Lai Guanlin as your boyfriend

Wanna One Boyfriend ღ 4/11

You met Guanlin through mutual friends and you couldn’t help but noticed that he had an accent when he spoke. Before you could ask, he quickly introduce himself
“My name is Guanlin.”

You and Guanlin became closer friends and he quickly got feelings for you. It would be so painstakingly obvious that he liked you like
Jinyoung: “Hey (Y/N)!”
*Guanlin drops everything and runs over* “Hey~”

or is like
“Is that (Y/N) over there?”

You obviously caught on and confronted him about it
“Guanlin,do you like me?”
“Uh….. maybe???”

“Because I like you too”
*cue shy smile*

And so that’s how you and Guanlin started dating

He gets so proud when he tells others that you guys are dating
“Yes, I’m, me Lai Guanlin, is dating (Y/N)”

He gets SOOOOOOOO happy when you call him your boyfriend
“And this is my boyfriend, Guanlin.”
“That’s me!”

He can get insecure so expect some jealous Guanlin
“Daniel is so handsome!”
“I’m handsome too…”

“Guanlin, you’re nothing compared to Daniel”

One time he overheard you gushing about how manly Dongho looked and he just came up to you like
“Look, I can look manly too”

When he spots you in the crowd

Going to dog cafes together

Guanlin gets so excited about teaching you Chinese
“And this character means sheep, and this one…”

He always makes excuses when you ask him to teach you how to dance

But is not shy to dance with Seonho

And so you get upset that he doesn’t want to dance with you and he feels bad

And so he is like
“I’ll teach you….. with help from Jihoon”

He gets really happy and confident when you compliment his dancing

Playing basketball together
(i swear Guanlin could be professional basketball player if he wanted to)

You and Dongho are the founders of the Protect Guanlin Squad

Facetiming each other when he is on tour

Gets soooo shy when you gush about him
“Omg Guanlin why are you sooo talented”

Sometimes you catch him talking to himself like

“Guanlin, what are you doing?”
“…….. nothing”

He gets really quiet when someone tries hitting on you

“Uh, I’m sorry but I have a boyfriend.”
And now he is like

He is child, so he will brag to you about all the cool gifts he gets from Wannables
“Look at what Wannables got me~~ and it’s all mine!”

Sometimes conversations are like 
“Hey (Y/N), am I cool?”
“Seonho is cooler than you.”

“But you’re still pretty cool too”
“Of course I am because I’m Lai Guanlin!”

“And now you’re not cool anymore”
“I did not come here to be attacked”

Guanlin will be the cutest and happiest boyfriend. He is always smiling and will be your sunshine. He is still a child so your relationship will be the purest and most innocence form of love and everyday together is going to be filled with shy kisses and laughter. This child gets jealous easily so make sure he knows that you love him and only him. Make sure he is well rested and feed him lots of chicken and love.:)

*Gifs are not mine. Credit to the gif makers*

steve & his gf’s wisdom teeth removal - headcanons

this dope ass idea was requested by @greasers-with-glitter - thank u & i hope u like them!! anything for ma boy steve.

  • for the first 5 minutes after surgery, you’re so quiet, like you’re not even talking 
    • “IS SHE OK”
    • “WHA T  HAPPEN D
  • and then u fucking lose it ???
    • “steve, she’s on laughing gas. it might last for a while.”
    • and then u can see the tension leave his face while a lil mischevious smirk sets in and he’s just like
    • “oh.”
    • ;)
  • he totally just wants to mess around w u now
    • “WHAT. IS. MY. NAME.”
    • “stheebe”
    • and he’s being an ASS SO HE CAN HEAR U FUCK HIS NAME UP AGAIN
    • but after a while it gets annoying lmao
    • like in the car on the ride back home, he’ll be driving and you’ll be like
    • & you’ll have him glance ur way while he drIVES & stick the middle finger all up in his face
  • u stick ur head out the window while he’s driving and he is conceRned
    • u open ur mouth while ur out the window (??) and one of the gauze things flY OUT
    • “IT FELL OUT”
  • but when u get ur head back inside, u yawn cause now you’re tired for some reason ???
    • “AH”
  • you’re sporadically falling asleep
    • like even in the middle of you talking
    • aaaand ur sleeping
  • steve brings u to the Curtis house bc he cant do this by himself
    • ^^ *voice crack*
  • except the gang really isnt of much help cause they all wanna do is mess with u
    • “Y/N THE FUZZ IS CHASING aFTER U” (dally)
    • “dallY NO” (steve)
    • “i swEAR IM INNOCENT” (u)
    • “BUT THE BLOOD” (dally)
    • cue the waterworks!!
  • soda & two are trying way too hard not to laugh
    • but two is deadass walking off into the kitchen cackling LIKE A FUCKING WITCH
  • johnny, pony and steve are the only ones concerned for u, like they’re trying to help u stop crying
    • johnny and pony got u tissues and steve got u ice cream but u start crying more
    • “why cant you eat the ice cream????” (my man is stressed rn)
  • steve is so spent lmfao he needs a nap

klaus mikaelson x reader 

prompt: seeing another woman all over your boyfriend has you fuming, klaus takes it upon himself to show you who he belongs to. 

warnings: swearing, smut + daddy kink. (loosely edited.)

the champagne glass in your hand felt heavy as you watched on. people around you bustled but you paid them no mind, instead your sight was fixated on the scene in front of you. another mikaelson ball was in attendance and you donned a beautiful gown, even surprising yourself with how well fitting it was - classy and just the right amount of trashy for you to feel like a goddess. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi, could you do a headcannon where Draco and the slytherin! reader are in bed of dorm just after the first time they had sex?

i’ve never had sex and i don’t read smut, so i had to change this up a bit lol. (because i’m clueless and i’d totally butcher the emotions and aftercare and all that stuff.)

so this is basically draco and the reader the morning after they had sex for the first time. hope it’s okay!

  • draco would be the one to fall asleep last but wake up first
  • he’d spend the first few minutes just taking you in
  • watching the rise and fall of your chest as you slept soundly
  • studying the way the dimly lit room illuminated your face
  • then, under his breath, whispering, “i could get used to this”
  • when you wake up, you’d catch him staring
  • which can either go one of two ways
  • 1) he’d look away and pretend he didn’t just spend 10 minutes admiring your beauty
  • or 2) he’d hold your gaze with a small smirk forming on his face
  • it’d most likely be the latter
  • draco would 100% kiss you everywhere but your lips
  • forehead, nose, eyebrows, etc.
  • which, of course, just frustrated the both of you
  • as breakfast approached, you’d tease him by wearing his white button-up to cover you up as you go back to your dorm room
  • the almost translucent material, however, covered almost nothing
  • and as soon as draco saw you in his clothes, he rolled his bottom lip into his mouth
  • you didn’t make it a step out of his dorm, to say the least
Thievery | Peter Parker x Reader

requested: no

summary: reader is peter’s best friend and has just realized her true feelings. after the school day she is walking home and stops at Delmar’s to get a sandwich where a theif comes in and holds everyone at gunpoint. reader is well trained in fighting and takes him on, unaware that he has powers. spider-man arrives on the scene and things get interesting…

word count: 2252 (sorry it’s so long, got carried away)

a/n: this is my first peter parker one and i’m nervous. also idk how i feel about this but i would be up to writing a part 2..? PLEASE give me feedback, that gives me life. anyway hope you enjoy

part 2  part 3


Tucking a strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear, you steeled yourself to brave the horrors that were the halls of Midtown Science High School. You sucked in a breath and dove in, immediately being shoved from side to side by teenagers preoccupied by their phones, their friends, or their crushes.

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” You heard your friend Ned shouting for you and pivoted to face him, nearly causing yourself to collide with a huge dude with a mohawk. Luckily, Ned managed to grab your arm and yank you over to him.

Gasping a sigh of relief you thanked him, “Ned, you just saved my life.” To which he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah Y/N, he’s a real spider-man, better actually.” You heard the sarcasm dripping from his mouth before you saw your best friend in the world: Peter Parker. He came into view with his slightly-disheveled (but in a good way) hair. You averted your eyes immediately, feeling that tight sensation in the pit of your stomach. Unfortunately, your inability to meet his eyes did not go unnoticed and Peter’s face melted into worry, “Hey, Y/N? You ok?” His voice was ridden with worry but you just brushed it off.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just thought I might’ve dropped something.” You mumbled your excuse, gesturing to your overflowing hands with a short nod and flashed him an empty smile. He cocked his eyebrows at you, clearly knowing something was up, but let it go.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight and have a Star Wars marathon with us?” Ned asked as he finished locking away his supplies in his locker and slamming it shut with an ear piercing metal bang. You considered his offer, on one hand you loved hanging out with them, you guys always laughed a lot and a new inside joke came out of every single one of these sleepovers. On the other hand, just this week you noticed something that once realized, could not be shoved to the side; you were falling in love with Peter, fast.

Recognizing your hesitation Ned used his persuasive sing-song voice, “There will be Doritosssss…you’re favorite.” He poked you in the side and you threw your head back and giggled. You glanced sideways at Ned, taking in his goofy grin, raised eyebrows and squinted eyes awaiting your response, and then you couldn’t wait any longer and you met Peter’s gaze. He was looking at you with a small smile and his eyes sparkled light brown with sincere affection. Dammit.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun, who’s house?” You gave in, knowing it was in your best interest both to have fun and because they would fight you on it until you said yes anyway. Both the teenage boys’ faces lit up with excitement.

“5:30!! My house.” Peter exclaimed, clapping his hands together in victory. You snorted a bit and nodded.

“I’ll be there. Alright, I have to run home to clean my room and I want to stop at Delmar’s on the way. Peter you wanna come with? It’s right near your apartment.” You let it slip before you could think better of it. Peter got the face that said “I really want to come but…” and you knew exactly what was coming.

“I have the Stark internship…” You said it in unison with him, earning a small smirk and a sigh, “I’m sorry but I really do need to just finish… some, stuff.. before we all hang out.” You nodded and called a goodbye, turning just too early to see the sorrowful look on his face. He wanted to be with you more than you knew…

“Hey Mr. Delmar!” You called as you entered the bodega. The large man behind the counter smiled at you as you made your way to the fat cat on the counter.

“Hola Y/N. You want a number 3? No pickles?” He asks you, you nod in approval.

“Oh you know me so well,” You shot him a wide smile and then began to scan the aisles to pass the time. You strolled past a mother with her little boy and noted that he was grasping a spider-man toy in his hand and tugging at his mother’s arm.

“Mommy, Mommy, wook, I make Pider-man go flying to help.” His baby lisp only made the entire scene that much cuter, his mother looked down and smiled at him, “Yes baby, Spider-man will always protect you.” You felt your heart leap. You always felt this weird connection to the idea of Spider-man, more-so than any other hero.

“So, Y/N, where is your boyfriend?” You hear Mr. Delmar call as you round the aisle closest to him. He rests an elbow on the counter and raises a single eyebrow in an eerie knowing way. You narrow your eyes at him and prepare to give him the “He’s not my boyfriend speech” that you give him at least twice a week. But you stopped short when his eyes went wide and he raised his hands in submission. He cocked his head at you as an attempt to tell you to get away.

“Put your hands in the air,” You heard a rough voice and then felt a jab in your lower back… a gun. You did as he said and felt him pin your hands together and place them where the gun was, which was now by your head. You felt your heartbeat in your neck and everything seemed to slow down. You saw the woman pull her son behind the furthest aisle, she locked eyes with you and you felt her fear echoed in your face.

“Give me the money, NOW” He shouted at Mr. Delmar, who looked at you with the concern of a parent and did as he said, pulling open the cash register. Pulling yourself out of the haze of fear you forced yourself to remember your training. Closing your eyes tight you drew in a serene breath, One, Two, Three.

Throwing your elbow back, you stomped on his booted foot. He drew away from you with a wheeze of surprise and pain. You threw a hard right hook and distracted him as Mr. Delmar reached for the phone and dialed 911. You actually started to have the upper hand as you kicked out his right foot and he fell to his knee, but then something turned the tables, his hands began to steam and his ski mask caught fire… shit

Peter always followed you home before he started searching for crime, only leaving you if he sees a problem or hears sirens. He was sitting up on top of the building behind the ATM across the street from Delmar’s swinging his legs back and forth and waiting for you to return to view with a sandwich in hand. He pulled his phone out of the side pocket of his backpack and scrolled through to see if he had any new texts from Ned. You were taking longer than usual, he stood up on the edge of the building, careful not to be seen, since he was wearing the Spider-man suit, and searched for you.

Peter knew something was up, he couldn’t keep hiding the secret from you, and eventually Ned would probably let it slip. He thought back to earlier this afternoon when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t want to lose you but he didn’t want to put you in jeopardy with you knowing.

“Karen, can I hear what’s happening in there?” Peter asked his suit lady.

“Engaging enhanced reconnaissance mode” He then heard a commotion and could see the heat signatures of two people fighting. Suddenly, however, one of the figures had their hands and head light up red-hot. Shit, Y/N was in there. Peter shot up and jumped from his perch onto the ATM building and then swung down to Delmar’s, blasting through the door. Nobody would hurt Y/N…

You pulled away from the burning man and backed up as far as you could. But you remembered the frightened woman and decided to try and lead him away from them, “Come on, I’m just a teenager why don’t you come get me?” That was the wrong thing to say, he hurled a fireball at your head. You narrowly avoided it but fell to the floor, tripping over a fallen newspaper stack. Your heart caught in your throat as he moved to stand over you, pulling off his mask to reveal a devilish smirk.

“What are you going to do now, babyface?” He growled at you, showcasing his cracked and missing teeth. You cringed away just kind of moving backwards an inch.

“She doesn’t have to do anything, because I will.” Your head whipped up to find the source of the familiar voice. What you found you couldn’t believe… It was him! Spider-man. He shot a web into the middle of the mans chest and used it to pull him forward, he kicked the man in the chest and then looked over at you. “Get everyone out of here! Get to safety.” You looked up at him mesmerized, taking a moment to fully absorb his words and then nodded profusely. You pulled yourself up, muscles aching from the combat you just did and scurried over to huddled mother. 

“Please, you have to get out of her.” The woman nodded and gripped her son tightly, sprinting for the door as he kept pointing at the real version of the small action figure in his hand. You nodded at Mr. Delmar and he began to get employees out. You slowly leaned around one of the aisles to see where they were. Spider-man was locked in combat with him, continuously shooting webs that would melt over his hands so that the punches didn’t burn. You saw that no one else was left in the store and looked around for an exit route. You were blocked in, they had moved over by the doorway. You wanted to help the hero but didn’t know how. Then it occurred to you.

You leaned close to the ground and made your way to the ice cream refrigerator on the wall on the wall. Desperately, you flung the door open and began ripping ice cream off the walls, until there was enough space for you to be able to fit in it. You stood in front of it and then prepared yourself for bravery you were pretty sure you didn’t actually have.

“Hey! Hot-Head! Come at me, I bet I can still take you.” He turned to you and smiled. You turned around fast to make sure the open fridge was right behind you.

“What-what’re you doing!?” Spider-man shouted, but you shook your head, letting the man get closer. His hands caught fire and he pushed you until you were up against the freezer and you caught eyes with Spider-man. You had about 2 seconds to get him to understand. You gestured your head back, ducked down and pushed yourself on the floor between the mans legs and shouted, “WEB HIM.”

In a second a stream of webs shot over your head and sealed the man in the freezer, door still open (you weren’t trying to kill him). Spider-man walked forward and webbed him over and over again. And you knew your theory worked, the fridge counteracted his heat and he could not melt the webs.

When he was done webbing the thief, Spider-man turned to you and cocked his head in a weirdly familiar way, “Thank you, that was really brave..” He seemed confused but also satisfied and sort of… proud?

“Yeah- uh, no of course.” You replied nervously, noticing that he seemed to have made his voice lower since the last time he talked. You took in his muscles and felt a blush creep over your face.

“Listen, I kind of have to go, the cops are going to get here soon and I really don’t want to have to explain to my parents what happened, also I want to be able to hang out with my friends. They’d never let me leave the house again after this…” You gestured to the scene around you. The masked hero nodded. 

“I get it… more than you know. Come here, I can help.” He motioned for you to come outside by the door with him. “Hold on tight.” He grabbed you around the waist once you were out and shot a web, lifting you into the air. It was exhilarating and you felt your hair whipping around your face. However, the joy ride was short. Spider-man brought you to the ground 3 buildings over from Delmar’s just as the first responders arrived on the scene. Miraculously he took you in the direction of your house.

“Now you don’t have to worry, get home safe. I don’t recommend any more stops tonight.” Spider-man said to you. There was a note of deep concern in his voice and again it felt familiar.

“Thank you,” You whispered breathless. Staring at a real hero, one whom you had just helped catch a villain was unreal. He didn’t answer, he merely raised a gloved hand and smoothed down your unruly hair. Then without warning he shot a web out to his right and swung out of view.

Something in your stomach was telling you that you knew the face underneath that mask, but you tucked away that nagging feeling and hauled-ass home.

anonymous asked:

whats your favorite lapidot moment?

…Aw man, just one?!

Ok, I actually do know what my number 1 is, but there are some “honourary mentions” as well that it seems wrong not to mention.  So, I’m gonna cheat slightly and do a top 5 ;p  (I mean, I could even have done a top 10 with how much material there is to choose from lol)


Originally posted by okaycasey

The arm grab in Back To The Moon.

Protective Peridot is just so precious.  I love the fact that she was so defensive/protective of Lapis in this scene - putting Lapis’ comfort above all else.


Originally posted by giffing-su

Peridot’s outrageous flirting and gift-giving in Barn Mates.

She wasn’t even subtle, was she?!

Seeing her very clear attraction to Lapis here let me dare to believe that my beloved OTP just might make it in canon…


Originally posted by musical-gopher

The entire first half of Beta.

Just seeing them getting along so perfectly with one another, and being so domestic and happy and supportive and cute…  I spent the first half of this episode basically hugging myself with joy lol


Originally posted by estufar

The dinner table scene in Gem Harvest.

Everything about this was just beautiful.   The little looks that they gave one another, the fact that the table was blatantly split down the middle (clearly showing the original Crystal Gems as a separate “family” unit to Lapis, Peridot and Pumpkin), the high five that Peridot didn’t even need to look at Lapis to know that she’d get, the shared sense of humour, the mirroring of their facial expressions…

Utter perfection.

And finally, my #1 Lapidot moment…

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

That scene in Barn Mates.

After months and months of having Lapidot as my OTP based solely on a very strong gut instinct of it one day becoming canon, here it was: actual, 100% solid-gold confirmation of the ship, on-screen.

I may or may not have actually cried at this point, as well as rewatching the scene several times whilst flailing at the screen and proclaiming “see?!  I freaking KNEW it!!” ;p

It’s an incredible scene… the look Peridot gives Lapis is so typical of someone looking at their crush, the sun comes out as Peridot’s giving Lapis the biggest smile that she’s ever given to anyone – and then Lapis deeply blushes and has to look away.

If that’s not setting up a potential romance, then I don’t know what is.

Good times~

vianna-orchidia asked: how about sensei!dazai and student!chuuya? or the opposite xD

i can see dazai as the eccentric but really good kind of teacher and chuuya as a sort of quiet foreign student still trying to adjust

turtleangel94  asked:

Bakushima! :D

  • who proposed: Bakugou. Kirishima never considered proposing, because he didn’t think Bakugou cared for marriages and he was happy enough with things as they were. Then Bakugou did propose and Kirishima found out he could, indeed, be happier.
  • how they proposed: they are both pro heros and they basically live together, since both have copies of one another’s apartment keys. Bakugou secretly always wanted a nice marriage, like his parents’, and, when becomes clear that Kirishima won’t propose, he takes the matter in his hands. He gets surprisingly nervous about it (it’s not like he doesn’t know Kirishima is oging to say yes, but… Fuck, this is hard.) and he stresses over it for weeks before blurting a “Why don’t you marry me already?” when they’re cuddling in bed and almost gives poor Kirishima a heartattack. 
  • who stressed more over wedding planning: Kaminari, lmao. Bakugou didn’t care as long as he got officially married and Kirishima didn’t care as long as all of their friends and family were there. That’s how Kaminari ended up taking care of it.
  • who had the wildest bachelor(ette) party: Kiri just goes out with Tetsutetsu and a couple of friends, but Bakugou? Oh boy. Bakugou is kidnapped by Uraraka and Kaminari and they take him clubing and things get… out of hand. Like Hangover out of hand. Sero loses a tooth. Midoriya drunk marries Todoroki (how did Todoroki and Midoriya ended up with them, anyway? They weren’t invited!!) and Bakugou is pretty sure Uraraka fought a tiger at some point of the night. 
  • who freaked out before the wedding: Kirishima. He got nervous, because this is it, this is happening, Bakugou and I are going to be officially together forever. And he doesn’t doubt he wants to be with Bakugou forever, he doesn’t even know what he’s nervous about. He only calms down when his friends drag him out of the room so he can take a peek at Bakugou and see that he’s also tense, but wearing his determined expression. Seeing Bakugou grounds him. Kirishima feels finally ready.
  • best man/maid of honor: Uraraka, Kaminari, Tetsutetsu and Ashido. All four of them.
  • where they got married: idk ask Kaminari
  • if/what they wrote in their vows: They write them and they make sure to make the vows as not-sappy as they can. Something like “I promise to love you and stay with you, even if you explode the TV when they cancel your favorite TV show.” “I promise to stay married to you even if your hair is so fucking pointy it almost stabbed me in the eye once.”
  • who cried at the wedding: Kaminari, again. Kirishima cries, too, but just a lil. Bakugou is more of an angry crier, so he doesn’t, but he’s so disgusting happy you can feel it even if he keeps his face stern. 
  • which song they had their first dance to: uhhhh this one?? you made me associate Dark Horse with KiriBaku!! And I love this mashup so much–
  • where they went on their honeymoon: the freaks go to the mountains. Now ask me what they do there. Ask me.
  • what they did on their honeymoon: They go fucking hiking, because they are freaks. They might or might not make out in the woods and spend the nights in a cabin super far from civilization. Bakugou is super excited about it and Kirishima loves every second. 

anonymous asked:

is having a ginormous fat peen a deal breaker for you? yano cuz u short

Anonymous looked up at the sky, not trusting the colour smeared upon the horizon. Horizons could be misleading, they knew. Horizons could convince you it was still daylight, even when the whole of the sky arced above you in a sprawl of midnight. Looking forward was not always enough. Sometimes, you had to look up. 

Directly above Anonymous, the moon cut its teeth into the clouds, drawing blood and bruising the darkness with its waxen light, waning at the edges. It was time. 

They did not have long. The witch had told them, as she reluctantly handed them the bag of herbs, that the spell would only be useful for the minute or so that the moon was at its highest. The minute was upon them. 

Fifty five seconds left. 

Cursing themself for having lost track of time, Anonymous reached into their trouser pocket and pulled out the little drawstring bag. With hands shaking in anticipation, they emptied the contents into the small well they’d dug into the earth all those hours ago, and covered it back over with dirt. Fingers crossed behind their back, they stepped away and waited.

It did not happen immediately. Magic takes time, the witch had said. Magic does not come to you when you ask for it; it comes to you when it’s good and ready. You can cast all the spells you like, scatter all the herbs and make all the offerings, but magic cannot be summoned - only tempted. 

The seconds ticked by, and Anonymous waited.

This had been a long time coming, they reflected. They had waited too long for the taste of power on their lips. They had been too long distant from how it felt to be in control. They had learnt too early their place in the world, and they had too soon come to rue it. The chasm between want and have had grown inexorably bigger since the day they were born, and now they were here. 

The mound of earth did not move. Anonymous thought about the time they had first felt insignificant - the first time they had realised that they stood small in the face of all things - and counted the seconds. 

With ten seconds left before the spell died, the magic came. 

Magic has no face, has no body. It takes no form and it holds no weight. The witch had told Anonymous this herself. Magic simply is; it is because no other word will do, but it is not. It cannot be, and has never been, and yet it is. 

When Anonymous thought about it, it was all rather complicated.

Best, then, not to think at all. Best to give voice to thought and make it speech. 

Anonymous cleared their throat and began. 

“I suppose you’re wondering why I summoned you here - ” 

I was not summoned. 

They flushed, the soundless sound surprising them even though they had been expecting it. Do not fear the voiceless voice, the witch had warned. It speaks, and is silent. The words are only half your own. 

Breathing slowly, they tried again. 

“No, of course not. Sorry. I’m not - I haven’t used magic before.” 

And you still have not. I am not here to be used. Say what you would have, and I will do the same. This is not a service. This is a trade.

“Right. Yes. Sorry.” They inhaled, exhaled. This was the only chance they would have to resolve the conflict that had been the shape of all their life. This was the resolution of aporia; of feeling as though they deserved everything, yet having nothing. Of knowing that they should be free, but being everywhere in chains. Of wanting, and of not having. “I want to feel powerful.” 

In what sense? Power is not all-encompassing. The queen ant is powerful to the workers, but weak to the heel of the boot. What power would you hold? Do you seek to command nations, or to master the arts, or to take another as your own? 

Anonymous considered how best to formulate their response before replying. Precision was key here. The witch had made it clear that magic would grant you what you asked, whether or not it was exactly what you wanted. 

“I’m tired of being silent,” they said eventually. “I’m tired of being unable to say whatever I want. I’m sick to the teeth of thinking all these thoughts - great thoughts, too; thoughts that could topple cities and part seas - and being forced to keep them to myself, all because other people think that their own feelings are more important. Well, what of my feelings? What of feeling inadequate? What of the weight of being told to keep silent? Do they know what that does to a person?”

As they spoke, they could feel their heartbeat rise, pumping and roaring in their ears, in their veins. “Sorry,” they added. “I’m getting carried away. But to answer your question - I want to have the power to speak my mind.”

In all things?

They contemplated it. “Yes. In all things.”

The silence was real for a few moments before it became illusion.

I can help you.

“And will you?” 

Yes. It will require exchange, however.

At these words, Anonymous could hardly contain their excitement. “Anything. I’ll give you anything.” They took their purse out from their other pocket, and held it out towards the mound. “I have money. I have a house, too, but that’s back in town. You mightn’t like it there. My neighbours - ”

I would have your face.

Anonymous faltered. “My what?”

Your face. That is my offer. I will give you unlimited and unprecedented power to speak your mind. All thoughts you have will be given voice, and you will never again be forced to turn away from speaking aloud what you have always been taught to keep silent. In return for this extraordinary power, I would take from you your face, and in so doing I would give myself form and body. You would never again be silent; I would never again be invisible. 

“But wouldn’t I suffer without a face? How would anyone know that it was me who was speaking?” Anonymous asked, wringing their hands around their purse. 

I have named my payment. Now I would name my price. The price of this power is thus: the knowledge that all thoughts you give voice to will be dampened by your lack of face. That everything you ever say to another will be tempered by your lack of identity. That no-one will again know whose thoughts you speak; only that you do speak, and in all things. 

There was nothing for it. They would have to decline. They could not accept these terms. What power came at such a price, after all? What king had ever ruled his country with no name or face? What lover had ever made another theirs with no identity? 

All the times they had been asked to hold their tongue; all the times they had been scolded for speaking their mind; all the times they had uttered the wrong words at the wrong time and had suffered for it: all this had been for nothing. 

Although, Anonymous admitted to themself, the thought did appeal on one front, and one front alone. It was undeniable that a certain freedom was gained by completely giving up one’s identity. After all, who could be held accountable for a deed when the deed was done by one with neither name nor face? Who would they scold when the words that were given were not the words that were wanted? Who would suffer when the things said were not things that people wanted to hear?

Only those who heard them, of course, and not the one who spoke them. 

And immediately, ashamedly, wonderfully, the decision was already made, had perhaps been made years ago. 

“It’s a deal.” 

You agree to the payment and price?

“I do. Take my face, and give me the power I seek.”

The deal is struck.

And then the moon, which had begun to falter at its peak, was suddenly once more at its highest. The minutes had been returned. 

Hand trembling, Anonymous reached up to touch their face, only to find that, of course, there was no face. Where their image had been - the folds of their mouth, the curve of their nose - was now smooth and featureless. There was nothing there at all.

“Are you happy?” came a voice from behind them. 

Anonymous whirled around, and came face to face with their own face, worn by another. “Who are you?” they asked, and a thrill chased up their spine at the realisation that there was no fear behind these words at all. Their voice did not falter. The question was biting, crystalline.

“I am Magic,” replied the impostor, “given form by our deal. Is it to your satisfaction?” It cocked its head inquisitively, Anonymous’ old eyes seeking validation in their new setting, and Anonymous felt powerful. They were looking at their old self - their weaker, voiceless self - and they were free.

Anonymous drew a deep breath in before responding. “is having a ginormous fat peen a deal breaker for you?” they asked.

Magic blinked. “I don’t understand.” 

“yano,” continued Anonymous, “cuz u short.”

“Why are you saying that?” asked Magic, eyes darting left to right in placid uncertainty. “I don’t understand. I gave you what you wanted. You could say anything you wanted, and no-one would ever hold you accountable. You could take a lover with intricately crafted sonnets, bend ears with your scintillating rhetoric, and yet you choose - ”

“is having a ginormous fat peen a deal breaker for you? yano cuz u short,” interjected Anonymous, feeling giddy and drunk with power.

Magic blinked again. “You have the choice of a thousand languages, billions of words - ”

“is having a ginormous fat peen - ”

“Sometimes,” Magic interrupted, “silence is the more powerful weapon after all. I could undo what I have done, but I think it best not to bother. Some people will never learn. I wish you luck with all things, and may you one day find your power useful, for it will not aid you in the pursuit you have chosen.”

With that, Magic was gone, and Anonymous’ face was lost to them forever. Now alone, Anonymous looked gleefully at the small mound of earth that had been their salvation. They thought of all the things they would say tomorrow, and they smiled.

At least, they would have smiled, had they been able.

Far away, Magic rolled its new eyes, and decided to write a sonnet. 

voreyeurism  asked:

top five stuffing scenarios? 👀🔍


5. Where two people are eating competitively against each other. And it’s real close neck in neck, because they both have HUGE ungodly appetites. They’re putting away plates and bowls and platters of food, stomachs getting packed and bellies distending with no signs of slowing cuz they’re particularly competitive against their rival here. It might end up being that the supply on hand was completely depleted so they have to move on out to another place with a gait to their steps (or y’know could lead to vore whoops). It doesn’t end until one just barely wins over the other, though both are left absolutely miserable, stuffed past the gills, the victor not even able to gloat with how they feel like food is literally stuffed up to the gills.

4. The one eating is doing it deliberately to fluster someone else. Especially if that someone has a repressed feeding kink. They make it a point to press all that person’s buttons without mercy as they gorge. Moaning over how good the food is. Rubbing their belly and allowing slivers of tightening flesh to be peek as they do. Asking for them to come undo their belt/pants button for them. Grabbing their write and planting their hand on the growing paunch. Goading them into hand-feeding them the next delicacy, WHAT HAVE YOU. The treat of seeing their target trying and failing so hard to keep their composure is more delicious than the feast they’re putting away in their gut.

3. Force-feeding! Every reason for it is good, though I’m particularly favorable towards the one where it’s a punishment for the glutton having done something bad (like eat something they weren’t supposed to). The poor victim’s restrained, helpless as food is crammed into their mouth, cutting off whatever pathetic pleas they were going to offer to weasel their way out. They may even think of it as more a reward at first! The food’s so good they groan in delight. Buuut soon enough those pleased sounds will devolve into ones of pain. They may’ve hit their “comfortably full” point, but the food doesn’t stop coming. Expect the feeder to give them a rough treatment: shoving the food in their gullet, squeezing their belly, breaking out the tube. Some lessons are hard-learned, after all.

2. Kind of related to the previous one but not quite: when the person is pressured into stuffing themselves silly. Be it pushed by someone they like, peer pressure by a group, or a wager presented. This way it’s technically by their own actions that they’re pushing the limits of their stomach, and allowed to pause between bites to huff and puff trying to catch their breath, complaining about how full they’re getting, but nevertheless their present company is insisting they continue, and it’s with their own resignation that they continue. Again, the end goal is victory, but they go through food hell to reach it, and it’s more a win for the other person(s) anyway.

1. Showing off! Kind of related to the “fluster someone” scenario, except this is more just for the sake of being impressive. Glutting away.. ostentatiously~ Continuously hiking up their shirt to show how much their belly is bloating, giving it a good slap and saying they aren’t nearly done, taking on more and more eating feats in one sitting. This eater lives for praise; the verbal petting (or actually physical, either way) fuels them to keep going. Even when they’re verging on the brink of a food coma they’ll jut out their gut for a good picture taken of their accomplishment. Bonus points for if a tape measure or weight scale is involved to provide some hard numbers of how much they put away.

anonymous asked:

I JUST SEEN UR JIKOOK ANALYSIS AND I SCREAMED BC I'VE NOT SEEN ANY. i have been literal jikook trash ever since that iconic backhug scene (u know which one) and there wasnt that many moments before that because y'know, shy jungkook and all, it was sad af and recently, within the last year, THERE HAS BEEN SO MANY. people say it's fan service but i know for a fact it's not. like actually look at them? i ship them so hard it hurts. for me, personally, i think they're the realist ship in bts.


I used to not ship jikook way back in the day? when jungkook was shyer? I thought that it was fan service then, and their dynamic of jimin flirting and jungkook running away at the time i dismissed as a casual fan service dynamic or maybe just as a running gag between both of them just as a casual dynamic? But as time went on I realized, that it wasn’t?

It’s just…so…obvious…that it isn’t just a gag.

Listen, as time went on it became really clear that Jeongguk really cared about Jimin that much was clear. But then as more time went on, it became a little too much? Not in the whole, over the top way, in the subtleties way. In the way Jeongguk always teases Jimin to get his attention, but when others tease Jimin he instantly defends him, in the little stares and the really long stares, in the way he speaks so softly and affectionately about Jimin. And then, in the way they touch each other, it’s so comfortable and soft. Jeongguk’s VERY VERY obvious jealous, which if you know anything at ALL about body language is literally like IMPOSSIBLE to miss. As every day goes by, Jeongguk’s affectionate nature for Jimin becomes more honest and easy and clear. And not in a fanservice way in that way that comes from spending close to 7 years with someone, someone you cherish and someone you’re comfortable with. 

I focus on Jeongguk because, tbh, Jeongguk is the most obvious one out of both of them in my opinion, which is REALLy funny to me because Anti-shippers of Jikook like to think that Jeongguk is the one that doesn’t like Jimin and like to say Jimin is just obsessed or Jeongugk never returns the affection. If they think that A.) they’re living in the past, or B.) they’re mindlessly hating or ya know, just blind.

Jeongguk is the most obvious man in the world, and i think it should be REALLY obvious to see how genuinely he cares about Jimin, how attached he is, and how deep their bond runs. And that’s just on the LOWEST level.

I’m not saying Jikook is the realest ship in Bangtan, but, I’m not NOT saying it either…

hatakefran  asked:

RFA + V + Saeran breakup with MC? Make it as angsty as possible, yes?

Name spoiler in 707′s


  • You noticed him becoming a bit more distant with you, but you never thought he’d actually dump you.
  • “MC… I just…… It’s not working out. I don’t feel the same way about you now that I did when we first met.”
  • “What…?”
  • He was quiet for a moment, but then he said those words that you were so scared to hear.
  • “We should break up.”
  • “A-Are you sure…?”
  • He brought his arms closer to the rest of his body, then nodded.
  • “Yes. This relationship isn’t working. I don’t love you like I used to and I think you deserve better than that. It’d be better for both of us if we stop seeing each other like this.”
  • When he saw the tears in your eyes, he added, “I hope we can still stay friends.”
  • You gasped. You love him. You love him so fucking much. You’d never want to loose your best friend, but he just broke your heart without any regret? And? He wanted to stay friends??
  • “Hyun….” You couldn’t think of what to say. You were too focused on not crying, but failed in the end. Once the tears started coming, they didn’t stop.
  • “B-But…..” For a little bit, you both sat there. “I love you….” You said quietly, knowing how pathetic you must sound to him.
  • “I know.. I ju-”
  • “You know!? Then how the hell are you so emotionless while saying this? If you want to ‘stay friends,’ how the hell can you break my heart and not care?!”
  • Zen only stared at you. You’d never yelled at him before, and he’s never seen you cry so hard. Sometime during your outburst, your hands ended up on top of the table. Zen’s fingers lightly brushed against yours after he saw that your hands were shaking, but you quickly jerked away from him.
  • “If you wanted to be my friend, you wouldn’t hurt me like this.”
  • When you got back to Rika’s apartment that night, you couldn’t stop crying. You never really liked staying there in the first place, but now that you were there because you couldn’t sleep in Zen’s bed, it felt even worse.
  • Jumin let him have it.


  • You weren’t about to let some sloppy kiss Yoosung shared with some random at a party destroy your relationship with him.
  • You knew he was a lightweight, so he got drunk pretty quickly. People do stupid shit when they’re drunk. You remember Zen telling you about one time you got really drunk and gave him a lap dance.
  • But one night as the two of you sat together to eat your takeout, you asked him about it.
  • “MC, you know I’d never try to hurt you, right?”
  • “Yoosung…. Of course, but-”
  • “Then you know that I didn’t kiss them to hurt you… and I’m not trying to hurt you with what I say next.”
  • “Wha-”
  • “MC, I want to break up.”
  • “O-oh.”
  • He refused to make eye contact with you for a bit, but when his hands balled into fists and he brought his face up to look at you, your face was blank. You were too shocked to react.
  • “MC…?”
  • “Why?”
  • “We’re different people than when we met. We don’t get along as well anymore and… I don’t know… I just don’t feel like we work out together. I’m not happy like this.”
  • Your thumb began to play with the ring on your left hand.
  • “You don’t love me anymore..?”
  • “No, MC. I just-”
  • “It’s fine.”
  • He wasn’t able to say what he wanted, because for some reason, his brain wouldn’t attach to his mouth. He just sat there stuttering as you cried.
  • “I’ll be back in a while I guess.”
  • “MC, I’m not kicking you out. You should s-”
  • “Trust me, you don’t want to be under the same roof as me for a while.”
  • You knew there was a limit to your calmness, and you preferred to not let him see you when that limit was reached.
  • You slowly unlocked the front door, but turned around to grab his hand before you walked out. You slipped the ring that you’d taken off of your finger into his hand, and closed his fingers around it.
  • You didn’t want to burden anyone, so you figured that going back to Rika’s apartment was your best bet.
  • You couldn’t stop wondering what you did wrong. What you could have done to make him so unhappy with your relationship.
  • When you looked down and saw the naked part where your ring was for so long, the tears started up again. You had a tan line where the ring sat; that’s how long you were engaged. How long would it take for it to go away?
  • When you woke up in the morning, you didn’t have the energy to do anything besides stare at the ceiling.
  • After a few hours of not moving, you finally reached for your phone.
  • Nobody was online, so you figured it’d be best to see what you missed now, rather than have to talk to people.
  • As soon as you logged on, Yoosung did the same
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC! I’m so glad you’re on!”
    • Yoosung ☆: “When are you coming back home?” 
    • MC: “No.” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “No?” 
    • MC: “No.” 
    • ~707 has entered chatroom~ 
    • 707: “…” 
    • 707: “Why are you at the apartment, MC?” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC, can you call me please?” 
    • MC: “No.” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “No?!” 
    • MC: “No.” 
    • 707: *??? emoji* 
    • 707: “Lover’s quarrel?” 
    • 707: “Is MC back on the market? lolol” 
    • MC: “Ya”
    • 707: *shocked emoji* 
    • MC: “I got dumped lolol” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC, it wasn’t like that!!” 
    • MC: “lol it doesn’t matter whether it was “like that” or not.” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “???” 
    • MC: “You shouldn’t have proposed to me if you ever had any doubts about it. If you were ever going to take it back,” 
    • MC: “You should have thought about it a little better.” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC…” 
    • Yoosung ☆: “I’m going to call you… Please answer” 
    • MC: “lol” 
    • MC: “No.”
    • MC: “If you weren’t ready to try to talk it out and fix it last night, I’m not sure that a couple hours is going to make a difference.”
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC, please.”
    • ~MC has left the chatroom~
    • Yoosung ☆: *angry emoji* 
    • Yoosung ☆: “Seven, I messed up.”


  • About a year after you started your business with Jaehee, your cafe stopped doing so great.
  • Every time you wanted to buy something that wasn’t food or some other 100% necessary thing, it was “not in budget.”
  • You understood Jaehee’s logic, but if it was going to create so much tension, maybe you guys should just cut your losses and close the cafe.
  • “Ugh, MC….” Jaehee sat with you at a table, surrounded by papers and a calculator. “I think we need to end this.”
  • You let out a soft sigh and began to get up from the table.
  • “You’re right. We can come back to this in the morning with fresh minds.”
  • “No, I mean permanently.”
  • You immediately put your butt back into the chair. “Oh.”
  • “And,” She sighed and pushed some hair out of her face. “Not, just, the business….”
  • “What…. What are you trying to say?”
  • “I think we need to cut our losses with this business and with this relationship.”
  • “Ah… I understand the cafe, but… I personally thought the relationship was going pretty well.”
  • “Well… MC, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to try to repair this relationship. I’ve lost interest in you. I hope you can find someone better suited to you.”
  • You let out a little laugh, trying to cover up your devastation.
  • “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me! Jaehee, we’ve been through so much shit together and you’re dumping me? Like nothing? Regardless of what state our business is in, we started it together! Does all of that mean nothing to you now?”
  • “MC, I’m not undermining anything you’ve done for me or anything we’ve been through together. I’m just no longer interested! Please understand what I’m trying to say.”
  • “What you’re trying to say is that once things stop working out for you, you want to drop it all and run. I thought that I was important to you.”
  • “That’s not-” She brought her hands up to rub against her temples. “You’re taking this to an extreme that I never meant for it to come to. Perhaps we should just get some rest and come back to this when we’re not so tired and frustrated.”
  • “Do you think that you’ll feel differently about it when we do come back to this?”
  • “Uh,” She wanted to entertain the idea to avoid seeing you too hurt, but she didn’t want to lead you on and hurt you worse. “no, MC. This is something I’ve thought about. I wouldn’t say something like this without having given it a lot of thought. It’s not anything that we can repair. I’m simply not interested in being with you anymore.”
  • “Shit. Alright. Okay. That’s- That’s bullshit, but okay. We can figure out what to do with the cafe and everything else in the morning.” You leaned back in your seat, rubbing your eyes, trying to keep your tears in.
  • “MC-”
  • You quickly wiped a tear off your face. “I’m fine.” You sniffed a bit. “Go to bed. I’ll sleep out here.”
  • You made your bed on the couch, but you couldn’t stop the tears.
  • After about an hour, you got desperate. You opened up the alcohol cabinet, grabbed whatever had the highest alcohol percentage, and went to town.
  • At some point during the night, you got too hot and wanted to go outside for some fresh air, but ended up calling Seven in a drunken haze.
  • He listened to you cry for half an hour before you fell asleep on the floor outside.
  • Jaehee had to literally pick you up and drag you back inside after she realized that you weren’t sleeping on the couch.


  • Jumin started reverting to the way he used to act when you first met him, but it felt like such a severe change because of how quickly it happened.
  • He just sort of dropped it after dinner one day.
  • “MC, I’m breaking up with you.” were his exact words.
  • “W-what?”
  • “Do I really have to repeat myself?”
  • “N-no. I just… Why?”
  • “I think we can both find better people. People who better suit our needs.”
  • “Are you saying that I don’t suit your needs?” He only shrugged. “Fuck, are you serious??”
  • “Of course I am. Why would I say something like this if I wasn’t serious?”
  • “What- Why are you being like this??”
  • “Being like what,MC?”
  • “Like… Like a cold, emotionless douche! Jumin, I know that you’re not a robot and I know that you’re not an asshole, so why are you acting like this?”
  • “MC, I’m still a bit lost.”
  • “Jumin, you know damn well that you’re breaking my heart.”
  • “That was not my intention-”
  • “Shut the fuck up. You knew what you were doing the moment you even thought about breaking up with me.”
  • He started to talk over you, probably just to try to get you to lower your voice. He only made you louder in the process.
  • “You know that you can’t force me to love you, MC?”
  • “Obviously. But would it kill you to show some emotion?! Or at the very least stop acting like you don’t understand what’s going on!”
  • “I’m being completely honest with you, MC. I don’t know why you’re making this such a big deal.”
  • “You don’t know wh…. Did you ever actually love me? I guess I’d understand if your feelings just faded, but is there not even a little sliver of emotion you still hold for me, Jumin?” He didn’t say anything.
  • “Oh my god.” You let out a laugh as tears began to stream down your face. When he saw you crying, his frown became a bit more genuine, but he did nothing to try to comfort you. “Oh my god.”
  • You grabbed your coat and started walking towards the door.
  • “Where the hell are you going?”
  • “Do you really care, Jumin??”
  • “Of course-”
  • The door slammed in his face.
  • You couldn’t help but sob as you passed the security guards and completely dismissed Driver Kim as he offered you a ride to wherever you were set on going.
  • You stopped by a gas station and grabbed a bottle of cheap Vodka, then went over to Rika’s apartment in hopes that you could crash there for a bit.
  • You already had a six missed calls from Jumin when you finally got around to checking your phone, and the chatroom notifications were going off like crazy.
  • You took a couple of drinks straight out of the bottle, immediately hating yourself for it.
  • After an hour, you lost a game of will and went into the chatroom that was currently going.
  • Zen and Jumin were fighting, presumably over the current situation involving you. 
    • ~MC has entered chatroom~ 
    • MC: “You two aee really goin at it huh?”
    • ZEN: “MC, you’re okay!” 
    • Jumin: “I presume you got to your destination safely?” 
    • MC: “Safely” 
    • MC: “Ya” 
    • MC: “Like u rly care tho lol” 
    • Jumin: *… emoji* 
    • ZEN: “So now that you’re both here and we know that MC is okay… An explanation please?” 
    • Jumin: “I already told you. MC took something I said too far. It’s just a case of her being overly dramatic.”
    • Jumin: “Everything will be okay again in the morning, I’m sure.” 
    • MC: “I got fuvkign dunped lolol” 
    • MC: “That’d what happpened” 
    • MC: “I’m not beinh overly dramatic,” 
    • MC: “Cold n douchey Jumin is bavk. Zen, u reserve the right ti complaain.” 
    • ZEN: “MC are you drunk?” 
    • MC: “lol ye” 
    • Jumin: MC, you are safe, right?” 
    • MC: “ye” 
    • ZEN: “Seriously MC, you’re safe?” 
    • MC: “I’m at hte apartnrnt.” 
    • MC: “RikAs” 
    • ZEN: “Good. Don’t leave. If you’re too drunk to type properly, I don’t want you around men like that.” 
    • Jumin: “MC, please don’t do anything stupid.” 
    • MC: “sh.” 
    • MC: “If u nevr cared abt me before, u don’t get to stary now” 
    • ZEN: “Dude” 
    • ZEN: “Did you seriously say that you don’t care about her?” 
    • ZEN: “Of course I didn’t.”
    • MC: “I asked n he didn’t answr” 
    • MC: “Silence = confirfmantion” 
    • MC: “Anyway” 
    • MC: “I’m feelinf a liiitle sleepy” 
    • MC: “See u later”
    • ~MC has left chatroom~
  • Chatrooms and RFA parties were definitely awkward after that because you two never actually made up.
  • The whole thing just hovers over everyone’s shoulders and they try their best to ignore it.


  • He started acting really weird out of nowhere.
  • Just, one day he wasn’t comfortable with you touching him and he stayed as far away from you as possible.
  • It scared the shit out of you because everyone remembers the last time he tried to push you away, 
  • One day, he told you that he thinks you should move back into Rika’s apartment, just for a little while. He said he wanted to “take a break.”
  • “For… how long?”
  • “I don’t know.”
  • “So… You’re just.. Kicking me out and you don’t know for how long?”
  • “MC, don’t make it like that.”
  • “I’m not making it like anything. I’m asking for clarification. Is this a permanent thing?”
  • “If it is?”
  • “Then I’d like to fucking know, dude!”
  • “God, okay. I was trying figure out if we should separate permanently. That’s why I wanted something temporary; so I could think! But with the thinking I’ve gotten done lately, a permanent breakup is what it’s looking like.”
  • “You…. You’re fucking kidding?”
  • He didn’t give much of a response. He only shrugged.
  • “Are you…. Is this not even difficult for you?! Why have you been so desperate to get away from me lately??”
  • You could tell that he was struggling with something and trying to keep his emotions under lock, but he wasn’t doing very well at it.
  • “Don’t you want to try to work this out instead of pushing me away?? What we have is too valuable to just throw away!”
  • “I agree with you, MC. That’s why I said I wanted time.”
  • “Saeyoung, we have to talk this out and work together. Pushing me away for the sake of ‘more time’ is not going to help…. But you should know that.”
  • “Why are you trying to fight me on this?”
  • “Why am I trying to…..? Saeyoung!? Because I love you! I don’t want you to push me away again!”
  • “I don- Too bad. Go home.”
  • “Home? This is home.”
  • “No it’s not.” His tone got firmer and he turned away from you. “Go. Home.”


  • The relationship the two of you established together was never the best.
  • He was too caring to tell you that he wasn’t satisfied with you, but you could always tell. 
  • During an argument one night, he let it slip that he could never love you as much as he loved Rika.
  • Your expression went blank and he was suddenly scurrying to fix his mistake, but you weren’t having it.
  • “I just can’t believe that you’re really that dissatisfied with me… If you could really never love me as much as I love you, why did you ever lead me to believe it?! Why didn’t you ever decide that maybe giving me this false hope was a bad idea??” You were on the verge of tears and you’d forgotten what you were arguing about before.
  • He kept trying to climb out of this hole that he’d dug himself into, but there was no way to fix this.
  • “You’re right…. You’re right and I’m so sorry.”
  • “You can’t apologize your way out of this one, V.”
  • “Then I won’t. MC, I’ve lead you on for too long already. I hope you understand that I never meant to do this maliciously; I really hoped that stronger feelings would develop. I’ll stop leading you on right now.”
  • “So, are you breaking up with me?” He nodded. “Thanks. It took long enough.”
  • You left his house before you started crying too hard, after he was done trying to convince you to not do anything regrettable, and thought of where to go. Your actual home was a good option, but there was so much to do in Rika’s apartment.
  • Once you got to the apartment, you entered the chatroom currently going with Seven, V, and Yoosung.
    • MC: “Seven, do me a favor?”
    • 707: “What can I do for you, MC?”
    • MC: “Turn off the special security system for me.”
    • V: “MC? Come back to my place. We can talk. I told you not to do anything you’d regret.”
    • MC: “I kept out of the shit in this apartment out of respect for you, Jihyun.”
    • MC: “I’m sick of the secrets and I’m sick of the lies.”
    • Yoosung ☆: “MC, you should stay out of Rika’s stuff. She had the security system put in place for a reason.”
    • 707: “Yeah. MC, I can’t turn off the special security system. You know that.”
    • MC:“Well I’m not gonna let that stop me.”
    • 707: “MC, you know what happens if you open the drawers.”
    • 707: *explosion photo*
    • MC: “Yes.”
    • MC: “Are you turning it off or not?”
    • 707: “MC, I can’t.”
    • MC: “Okay.”
    • V: “MC, just come back. I’m sorry. I’ll come pick you up.”
  • Seven immediately got an alert on his phone and computer, stating that the Special Security System had been activated.
  • A few seconds after that, he heard an explosion come from a few miles away, and then emergency vehicles after that.
    • 707: “I can’t believe she actually did it.”


  • “You’re boring. You can’t give me what I want. I don’t know why the Savior wanted you here. Why did I want you here?”
  • As he began to walk past you, tears began to well up in your eyes. You’d gotten used to the emotional abuse by now, but something about this was different.
  • “You used to be exciting, MC. You used to be obedient and beautiful, but now…. I have no use for you now, MC.”
  • “W-what? What is that supposed to mean?” Your hands were shaking.
  • “Ah, now that’s what I like to see. Too bad you waited this long….”
  • “Saeran, what are you talking about?”
  • “I’ve grown tired of you. But don’t look so sad. I’m sure The Savior will have some use for you. You may still prove to be a great asset to Mint Eye.”