tattoo it on your forehead

im still literally so…… WOW that louis tweeted harry for his bday, pre-planned not to do promo on harrys bday, harry only went to that tequila and taco party for like halvies and then louis went back to work the next day and posted a pic of him wearing a rose shirt. i…. am…. so… WOW

How To Guide For Non Latinxs to Cook Latinx Dishes

1. You must dance with your food. Salsa, Merengue, Bachata… whichever. Dance with the food to give it flavor then upload it to social media. This gives the food Spicy Exotic Latinx Zing™ that everyone loves.

2. You must sacrifice a family member of yours to our ancestors to further add flavor to the food. Videotape the sacrifice and send it to your local police station so they can see you’re just doing it to cook a Latinx dish. They’ll understand, they just need proof.

3. Get a Mexican, Spanish, Puerto Rican, or Dominican flag tattooed on your forehead to further add Spicy Exotic Latinx Zing™ because of course.. those are the only Latinx countries in existence, according to non Latinxs worldwide.

4. Stay away from adobo, sofrito, sazón, y tudo. REAL LATINXS™ don’t use any of that. Instead, we use butter, oil and salt. Take off your clothes, roll in butter, oil, and salt, and rub the food all over you. Do this while listening to Shakira and JLo and Whatnot™ and the food will taste better.

5. This is a crucial step. If you don’t do it, the food will taste bland. If you wanna cook como mi gente, this must be done. Go to Manhattan and burn Tr*mp Tower. This makes the food marinate faster and gives it that authentic Islandy Feel™ as you show Trump that you’re in solidarity with Latinxs worldwide.

evolving soulmate tattoo AU

A world with soulmate tattoos that evolve based on your actions, affecting your compatibility with your soulmate.

When you do something that makes you at odds with your soulmate, the tattoo becomes fainter – do it too often and the mark might fade entirely and change into something (someone) else. When you do something that makes you more compatible with your soulmate, the mark becomes bolder and darker, more permanent.

• You’re a low-level thug from one of the most notorious drug cartels. You do your best to quit and live a more honest life when you discover that your soulmate is that sweet, kind florist from the next block. Imagine your horror when your mark becomes fainter with each good deed you do, disappearing entirely when you manage to free yourself from the cartel, albeit in exchange for grave injuries. Imagine your horror when the boss himself hunts you down and executes you – because there’s no such thing as quitting in your group. Imagine your horror when you discover that the boss and the florist are the same person.

• You’re an undercover cop who hasn’t met your soulmate yet. You’re fine with not meeting them ever, you’re content with your life. Imagine your horror when you realize that your soulmate is your next target – a young CEO suspected of every possible crime under the same, brandishing his company as the front for some illegal mobster operations. Imagine your horror when your tattoo becomes bolder, darker, with each report to the higher-ups, with each evidence you find against your soulmate. Imagine your horror when the tattoo starts to burn with permanence the moment you arrest your soulmate.

• You’re one of the lucky ones – you grew up with your soulmate. You’re one of the unlucky ones – your soulmate is your brother.

• You’re one of the rare, chosen ones – your tattoo has been burned in permanence for as long you can remember. You’re lucky, they all say, because no matter what you do, your soulmate is yours for life. You spend years waiting for your mate – over each unlucky thing that befalls you, the loss of your family, your failure to complete your education due to poverty. You spend years more cursing the supposedly-lucky tattoo that seems to attract all the misfortune your way. You’re past your prime with aching joints and brittle bones. Your heart stops one day and you never meet your soulmate.

• You embrace your soulmate with joy – and within your first touch, both of your tattoos burn with permanence. You two are the envy of every person you meet. Your mate proposes that you test the limits of your bond. It starts slow – insulting your mate’s closest friends. It soon escalates and soon, your mate is setting fire to your parents’ retirement home and your tattoos remain vivid and solid.

• You grow up with your soulmate – they’re your neighbor, classmate, best friend. Both of your tattoos don’t change – doesn’t become faint even when you drunkenly make out with your soulmate’s best friend, doesn’t become more vivid when you propose marriage. You’re married for ten years – and as you prepare breakfast in bed to surprise them for your tenth anniversary, you realize that the tattoo on your hand is suddenly gone without trace.

• Your tattoo changes every day. Everyone who sees it – and it’s right on your forehead, like some kind of homing signal – thinks you’re either an unstable freak or some kind of slut. You find someone who befriends you and is kind to you and moves in with you and loves you despite society thinking that you don’t deserve them. Your tattoo continues to change every day.

• Imagine Chuuya’s tattoo growing darker and more vivid each time Dazai fucks his life over, while Dazai’s remain faint the entire time.

• Imagine Judar and Hakuryuu having matching permanent tattoos – but Hakuryuu is in denial so he tries to push Judar away. The tattoo remains permanent.

• Imagine Akutagawa being horrified at how each and every one of his attempts to be mean to Atsushi only makes their matching tattoos more permanent.

• Imagine Yuuri being torn between worry and contentment that Victor’s tattoo remains shimmery-faint. Because on one hand, why are their tattoos faint?! On another hand, at least the tattoo matches Victor’s nice skin…

• Imagine Katsuki and Midoriya having matching permanent tattoos since they’ve met each other. Katsuki enjoys how even as he bullies his Deku, the tattoo proclaim them as the best possible match…

• Imagine Will being SO DONE because no matter what he does – try to kill Hannibal, try to flirt with Hannibal, walking his dogs, giving out lectures – his tattoo only becomes darker each time.

• Imagine your OTP :D

Preference "How they react to you being clueless to their constant flirting"

(LOL FOR OUR FAV BEING 1000% DONE WITH OUR SHIT XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be shocked and baffled by you, not understanding as to how you could possibly miss any of his hints. “Are you fucking kidding me Y/N!? You really don’t think anything of what I tell you? Ok…You know what I’ll be more direct with you how’s that? Yeah, how about I want to shove my dick up your pussy because I wanna impregnate you so that you and I can be forever, like that? Is that really your kind of flirting?”

Daryl-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d complain to Rick, blaming himself for probably being too subtle despite actually being somewhat obvious to everyone else’s eyes. “She ain’t ever noticing me, man! I could compliment her all day, touch her and stuff and all I get is a weird look, like a deer in headlights or even worse an innocent “thanks”, I mean obviously from her tone i’m just another dude to her…Like what should I do?“

Rick-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d find you cute but would come with a plan to set the record straight as he wouldn’t be able to handle the idea of someone else flirting with you. "Y/N, you really can be innocent sometimes…I like that…But I need you to understand that I love you as in I want you to be mine…I can’t stand the idea of you being anyone else…”

Merle-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be oddly turned on and amused, and would work even harder to make it extremely more obvious for you, even going as far as to show it off to you. “Oh baby girl…I just love it that you play innocent with me…It really turns me on…Just look at me…Damn I just want to do dirty things to you…No not like that, like fucking your throat with my dick, that kind of stuff…”

Glenn-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d just laugh, surprising you completely and start to joke about it for a good while. “Are you serious, Y/N? Oh my god! How can you be so lost! I mean I can’t be more obvious than I am! Y/N now that I think about it it’s my fault…I didn’t see the word "oblivious” tattooed on your forehead! Man, I should’ve asked the others to tell me about it! What it’s true you are damn oblivious!“

Carl-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be confused and pull you away to have a serious talk with you. "Wait…Y/N…Do you think i’m as kind to you as I am to anyone else? No…I-I have feelings for you that’s why I worry and all…Don’t tell me you think I wink at everyone too…You do! Y/N, no! I-I do that because I want you to know i’m interested in you…I really like you Y/N, how could you not figure that out…”

The Governor-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d find you rather adorable but wouldn’t be able to keep his intentions hidden anymore as he’d show up to you with some flowers. “You know you’re a real cutie being clueless from all my advances…Yes, i’m serious Y/N, i’ve been flirting with you for a long time and honestly I don’t know how you didn’t see it…But whatever…From now i’ll be straightforward with you…Y/N would you like to go out with me?”

Abraham-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d confront you about it and ask if you were being serious. “Y/N we need to talk, come here…Are you full on serious? I said you looked hot in that outfit and your immediate response was "Don’t worry I’ll go get some water and cool down!” You gotta be kidding me! I was clearly complimenting you! Why on earth would I say that for you to go get a drink?!“

Eugene-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be at a loss and think of himself as unworthy of you, thinking you weren’t interested in him, only for Rosita and Abraham to cheer him back up. "I-I really tried my best for Y/N…I said her hair looked cool everyday…I said she was hot…dope…Everything but it didn’t work out…She isn’t interested obviously…What? I can say better things? I guess…”

Ron-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d get frustrated and it would start to show the more he hangs out with you. “No i’m no pissed…It’s just this that’s stupid!…Ok fine! I’m sick and tired of us…Damn it Y/N what don’t you get? I’m serious…I-I’ve been flirting with you for so long! Did you never consider it once? I mean I can’t be more obvious than anything that i’ve done or said to you.”

Jesus-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be surprised and wouldn’t be able to hide his shock from what your friend was telling him. "What? Y/N doesn’t…doesn’t notices my flirting…You’re kidding right? I-I can’t be more obvious than I already am…How can-…Is there really such thing as someone that clueless? Or wait…You’re just playing a prank on me right, like that’s impossible!”

Dwight-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d resolve himself to making you a grand gesture to confess his feelings for you straightforwardly. “Hey Y/N!…So I figured out that you’ve been oblivious to my feelings or maybe it was me sending you mixed messages…Either way…I found a better way to clearly say what I mean…Here…Yup I carved that myself…I-I like you…More than just a friend!”

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Surprise Gift // Logan Paul

Summary: The main reason of how you meet your fiancé Logan Paul was directly caused by the Why Don’t We boys and so for your first dance as a married couple he surprises you. The boys perform the song that brought you together and he explains how it happened.

Characters: Reader x Logan Paul, Jake Paul, Pam Paul, Greg Paul, Ayla Woodruff, Mark Dohner, and the Why Don’t We boys.

Words: 1920

Disclaimer: I do not own and images, gifs, songs, videos or the characters protrayed in this. Nor have I ever with previous fics.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff and Jake Paul (yes that’s a warning cuz he can be a hella rude ass)

Requested: Yes. Anonymous

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This could quite frankly be the worse writing I’ve done so far. I love the idea but I’m sad it’s shitty.


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Originally posted by buffcontrol

If you had thought you would be marrying a well known YouTuber you would have laughed, you would have been laughing hysterically if you had been told it would be Logan Paul. He was one of the least serious guys you had ever known but at the same time he was the most serious guy. It was a strange piece of information that even after years of dating you couldn’t get used to it.

“Babe? Do you know where my charger is?” Logan yelled from the kitchen.

“You haven’t unpacked from the trip to Ohio so I would say it’s in the bag somewhere.” You called back from the open planner in front of you.

For the last five months you had been pouring yourself into planning the wedding with the help of Pam of course. This weekend however she was spending time with her other son Jake given that he hadn’t been able to make it to Ohio is the last two months.

“Oh thanks!” He called back as he came into the room, “Oh wedding planning.”

“We are not using your purple car as the centre piece. You pushed your luck when you used it as the centre piece at the engagement party.” You said pointing your pencil at your fiancé’s face.

“That was cool! It symbolized the Logang!” He groaned.

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Laura’s goodbye

Hello petals, yesterday and today I talked with Laura about why she decided to delete her blog. 

I understood her reasons and I agreed (ofc, duh) to post this message on her behalf. Now I beg you, please read her words, for she really, really wanted to let you all know why she did such a thing. 

What you’ll read it’s extremely important and I hope you can find a bit of time to think about her reasons and the whole situation concerning our fandom and the relationship between writers and readers. 

I’m sure we all will miss Laura, because she was not only a great writer but also a lovely, beautiful person <3

So, without further ado, these are Laura‘s words for you.

Hello guys! It’s Laura (previously @pantaemonium-deactivated2017062).
First of all I want to thank my dear Conny for allowing me to post this on her blog. I really wanted to have a chance to say goodbye to you. 

Many of you will be wondering what happened, how did someone who had just posted that morning and gave no sign whatsoever that she was going to leave… actually left with no explanation at all. Truth be told, I had been thinking about deleting for the longest time. As time passed, I felt more burdened, more pressured to write Fallout, or create contents you would like instead of going for the stories I wanted to write and, at some point I could no longer write a word of the many stories I had started out of an impulse. For someone whose only way of expressing herself is writing, this was devastating and it was taking a great toll on my mental health I was not willing to face for the sake of my blog. 

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“Listen to me,” she said, staring intently into my eyes, as I stared back at her as mine were now filling with tears.

“So what he opened your ‘i miss you’ text that you sent drunk at 3 in the morning and he didn’t respond? So what he stopped giving you that shy smile that he always used to send your way when you walked by each other in the hallways? So what his fingers are now intertwined with the hand of a girl that isn’t you? He is the one with a problem.”

“He clearly fails to see how utterly iridescent and beautiful and magnificent you are. Honestly, I feel bad for him. He’s pretty damn stupid if he can’t recognize the pure light that is bursting from your soul.”

“And I’m not going to lie to you, you’re going to meet plenty of other stupid assholes in your lifetime- they’ll break your heart in more ways than one. The one thing you’ll need to remember though- always, always remember- tattoo it on your forehead if you have to, is this: his opinion does not define you. His inability to see and appreciate the fucking miracle of God that you are is not your fault. So stop putting the blame on you, and most importantly, stop letting the opinion of a boy who won’t matter in 6 months time effect how you see yourself. You are worth so much more than losing yourself over a boy who doesn’t care.”

“What matters is that you put your heart out on the line. Yeah, it was torn to pieces this time. But I absolutely promise you that one day, you’ll give your heart to somebody, and they won’t drop it. Instead, they’ll give theirs right back to you. And something so indescribably wonderful and magical will come out of it that this boy won’t even be a sliver of a thought in your mind. I promise.”

—  Excerpt from a book i’ll never write #20

Dean looked up from his laptop and stared at Sam over the top of the screen. “Can you stop that?”

“What?” Sam asked, incredulous at the annoyance tattooed across his brother’s forehead.

“Bouncing your giant giraffe leg! You’re shaking the whole table!” Dean growled.

Sam rolled his eyes but stopped. The anxious energy was immediately piling up again and he had to suppress the desire to start drumming his fingers on the table top.

Dean noticed him fidgeting. “What is wrong with you? Wait–don’t answer that. We don’t have time for all of it. I’ll rephrase. WHY are you fidgeting like a whore in church?”

Sam pulled his phone from his pocket for the eleventh time in five minutes. “Y/N said she’d be back at 6:00.”

Dean glanced at the time on his laptop. “It’s only 6:10. I’m sure she’s on her way.”

Sam chewed the inside of his cheek. “Maybe we should have gone with,” he said. 

Dean looked back up at his little brother, whose expression was unmistakably complete and utter worry. “Sam, I’m sure Y/N is fine. She just went to pick up groceries. I think she can handle it. Remember New Mexico?” Dean raised his eyebrows. “Pack of werewolves with a 2″ x 4″. Y/N is fine.”

Sam didn’t feel put at ease. “I’m just gonna call her,” he said standing abruptly.

Dean watched him go, the ghost of a knowing smile on his lips. 

Just as Sam’s finger was hovering over your name on his phone the bunker door swung open and banged shut. “I have arrived! And no, Dean, no pie!” you yelled down.

Sam was standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at you and immediately grabbed some of the bags from your hands. You gave him a wide smile. “Thanks!”

“No problem,” he said. You followed him into the kitchen and as soon as you had both freed yourself from the sacks of groceries Sam grabbed you into an unexpected tight hug.


He released you a little awkwardly and stumbled back, anxiously brushing a hand back through his long hair. “Sorry, just–glad you’re back,” he said, nearly running from the room, leaving you standing there with your mouth half-open, wondering what had just happened.

wedding: impossible (pt.2)


michelle jones/peter parker - college/future fic (wip)

Against his better judgement, Peter has agreed to be MJ’s fake date to a wedding so she can usurp the bride, or something. Considering how much he’d like to be her not-fake date, he’s not really looking forward to it.

Despite all her apparent indifference to them both - and, really, most of her peers - MJ had become a close friend to Ned and himself. So much so that he freely told her his big, spider-themed secret. (She’s actually the only person he’s deliberately told, which is a milestone he’s not keen on analyzing too deeply.) 

She’d reacted pretty calmly, actually, only hitting him with a medium-sized Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche novel, rather than the special edition hardcover that was also in reaching distance.

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anonymous asked:

RFA+Minor trio with an MC that has tattoos? Like more than one?

I think that tattoos are so cool and I’d love to get one myself eventually! But they look so painful so kudos to MC for being brave and getting multiply tattoos! Anyways, thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^


  • You decided one night to sleep at Yoosung’s apartment since the two of you were helping each other study for exams
  • Since you didn’t have and pajamas with you, Yoosung offered you a pair of his
  • He went to ask you a question from his biology textbook but he squeaked in surprise when you were just finishing putting the over-sized shirt on
  • Seeing you partially naked wasn’t what surprised Yoosung, it was the tattoos that covered your back and shoulders
  • You giggled at Yoosung’s realization and apologized for not telling you about your tattoos sooner
  • Since his parents always frowned upon him getting tattoos, Yoosung could only dream about having one of his own so he asked you all about yours
  • He whined about how jealous he was of all your amazing tattoos and you asked if he wanted to get a small one of his own
  • With your encouragement, Yoosung got a small tattoo of an LOLOL symbol on his back so that his parents wouldn’t see it and thanked you for giving him the support he needed


  • You and Zen were both excited to have the day off so you decided to go to the beach together
  • Zen runs into the room where you’re changing to grab something and lets out a surprise ‘oh’ when he sees you
  • It was the first time that he’s ever seen your tattoos, you had one of your hip and a few more that decorated your upper back
  • He waited until your were fully changed to ask if he could look at your tattoos, thinking that they look like pieces of art
  • It surprised you that Zen didn’t have any tattoos with the way he marveled at yours so you asked him if he wanted to get one of his own
  • Zen agrees quickly since he’s been on the fence about it for a while but with your support, he finally gets one
  • Even though he considered getting a tattoo of himself, Zen got one with rose petals surrounding the date that the two of you met on his upper chest area
  • Zen couldn’t have been happier with the result and was most excited about the meaning behind his tattoo


  • You and Jaehee were out at the mall buying new swimsuits for yourselves
  • Jaehee made you try yours on first but she was shocked when you opened the dressing room door
  • Not only did you look awesome in your swimsuit, Jaehee saw your tattoos for the first time
  • You had an ankle tattoo and some on your upper arms and you giggled as her eyes went wide with admiration
  • She couldn’t believe that she hadn’t noticed your tattoos sooner and told you how cool you looked with them
  • Jaehee has always been interested in getting some kind of meaningful tattoo but it was typically frowned upon in the C&R building
  • You told her that if she really wanted to get a tattoo she should and that you knew the best places on her body where she could cover it up easily
  • She decided to be adventurous and told you that she wanted a meaningful one to get with you
  • You had to tell Jaehee no to the BFF tattoo idea that she had originally suggested
  • Jaehee and you get small matching tattoos of each other’s favorite flowers, Jaehee was happy that you helped convince to do something that made her feel happy


  • Jumin had asked you to go to a fancy dinner party with some of his clients
  • He had bought you a dress that, when you put it on, revealed your tattoos
  • You cursed under your breath just as Jumin walked into the room, his eyes widened as he saw you upper back and upper arm tattoos
  • Jumin had the stereotypical idea that people with tattoos were either lazy or trying to be punk but all of those thoughts left him once he saw you with your tattoos
  • Instead of scolding you for not telling him sooner, Jumin started gently touching your tattoos as he asked questions like if it hurt getting them, how you decided on the designs, why you placed them where you did, and so on
  • He apologized for saying such harsh things about people with tattoos in the past and permanently dismissed the stereotype since he knew you were an amazing person
  • You curiously asked Jumin if he’d ever consider getting a tattoo and he nodded, wanting to show other snooty business people that those with tattoos should not be looked down upon
  • So Jumin got a small tattoo of a your initials with a small cat paw print next to it, you watched amazed as his face kept a calm manner when he was getting tattooed
  • Jumin crushed the bogus stereotype of tattooed people and felt proud to have something so meaningful on his skin


  • Seven had finally finished his work for the day so he thought that it was about time to mess with you
  • He saw you sleeping on the couch and smirked as he grabbed a cup of cold water and dumped it on you, exclaiming that you needed a shower
  • Before you could get your revenge, Seven’s saw through your wet shirt to see you had tattoos
  • You shrugged and picked up your shirt as you showed him your tattoos on your lower hip and upper arms
  • Seven was immediately in love with your tattoos and declared that he wanted one himself and started asking you about your tattoo experience
  • You flick his forehead and say that you’ll give him the most painful and embarrassing tattoo if he ever pulled a prank like that again
  • After much consideration, Seven has you go with him whenever he decides to get his own tattoo
  • He ended up getting a tattoo of a small galaxy scene on his upper arm and shoulder and now wears tank tops all of the time to show off to everyone
  • Seven wants to have more tattoos like you someday and even suggested you getting a tattoo of his name on your butt which earned him a night of sleep on the couch


  • You and V were sorting through his photos on a hot summer day
  • The air conditioning to his home was broken so you went to change into some spare, cooler clothing
  • V had to do a double take because one you were wearing nothing but one of his oversized tank tops and boy did you look good and two he saw your tattoos for the first time
  • He saw your ankle tattoo along with your upper arm and shoulder tattoo and was immediately in love
  • V said that tattoos were their own form of art and that he loved all of your tattoos and would always support you if you ever wanted more
  • He set up a special little photo shoot to showcase your tattoos and kept most of them because he loved how the tattoos look on you
  • You question V if he ever considered getting a tattoo and while he has, he’s never had the courage to get one
  • But with your support, you and V end up getting matching tattoos, small infinity symbols with each of your initials on your wrists
  • V firmly believes that you’re his soulmate and is pleased with how the tattoo turned out


  • Ever since escaping Mint Eye, Saeran had always been disgusted with his tattoo on shoulder
  • He hated it with a burning passion and that hatred spread to all people with tattoos
  • One day after Saeran was calming down with you from a panic attack and the two of you were cuddling, he noticed a strange mark peaking from the side of your hip
  • Saeran cautiously slightly lifted up your shirt to find that you had your own tattoo on your hip along with a larger one on your shoulders
  • You noticed the deep conflicting ideas in his eyes as he immediately apologized for saying rude things about those who have tattoos
  • Sitting up, you gently grabbed Saeran’s face and made him look into your eyes as you said that tattoos can have happy and meaningful purposes and not just horrid past memories
  • He never really understood what you meant by that until the day he proposed to you and asked you to be his wife
  • Instead of ordinary wedding rings, you and Saeran decided to get tattooed wedding rings to help enforce the idea to him that tattoos could bring happy memories
  • Every time Saeran looks at his ring finger, he smiles as for once in his life he was happy to have a tattoo


  • You and Vanderwood sighed simultaneously as you both walked through the front door soaking wet from the unexpected rain
  • The storm had ruined the perfect opportunity for the two of you to have a rare date since he was typically out on missions
  • As Vanderwood helped you take your wet jacket off, he noticed a strange dark mark on your shoulder
  • He thought that it may have been one of the many hickey marks he given you but this was too large even for him
  • You noticed Vanderwood’s pause and explained to him that you had tattoos on your upper back and lower leg
  • Vanderwood mentally face palmed himself for not seeing them sooner but then took a minute to admire them
  • He’s always found tattoos to be cool and he’s wanted one for himself except for he’s never had anything meaningful enough to put on his body
  • You casually ask him if he wants to go with you to your next appointment and he immediately agrees, knowing the perfect tattoo to get
  • Vanderwood walked out of the tattoo parlor with a cheetah print on his upper right chest, vowing one day to have as many tattoos as you
Monster [Darkiplier x Reader]

Length: idk, words man. 

Warnings: maybe a little smut idk yet, some kind of demon shit you know


It was dark. It wasn’t safe either, but were you really going to tell yourself to leave? You loved this kind of stuff, going into the middle of the woods behind your house at midnight and just looking at the stars and listening to the sounds. It hadn’t freaked you out until now, when you thought you had seen someone in your peripheral.  

You didn’t dare speak; who knows what or who could be out here. Satan worshippers? You knew about them and you knew they were not a friendly bunch of people around this time at night. But you knew you saw something. 

All you had with you was a blanket and your bag, filled with snacks and a small flashlight for emergencies. Was this an emergency? 

Needless to say, the flashlight was in your shaking hand. Your fingers itched to turn it on, click; see who’s there, bam back off. It would be no harm done, honestly. Because honestly, you weren’t scared. Just freaked out. 

Leaves rustled behind you. Your skin has goosebumps, despite it being July and a humid 78 degrees outside. It’s either a bear or a fucking axe murderer, you thought to yourself, clutching the flashlight to your chest with a shaky exhale. 

“I don’t think there’s bears in suburban Ohio, darling.” 

You screamed before your brain could even process words. You struggle to stand, tripping on the strings of your sneakers as you fight to run. 

You can’t move, you hate to realize. You know there’s someone behind you; you’re acutely aware of their breathing and presence behind you. Your screams are even muffled, covered by the gag that you cannot remove from your mouth. 

You’re floating, muffled screaming becoming louder as you are faced with a dark shadow, almost a foot taller than yourself. There are tears down your cheeks and your eyes shut tight after seeing what’s in front of you. 

“Sweetheart, open your eyes.” 

You shake your head. 


Your eyes shoot open, fear and surprise fight for a reaction on your face. At this point in time the moonlight had shifted through a clearing in the leaves, making your captor a little easier to see. 

He was deathly pale, dark-almost black- eyes that seemed the leak your soul straight out of your body. You felt so weak, but you couldn’t look away. His eyes held you captive while your body was, well.. literally captured. 

“I’ve noticed you’ve been coming to these woods often,” his low voice inquires, stepping toward you with a small studious smirk. 

All you can do is gulp. 

“Do you know what happens in these woods?” 

Of course you knew; you had lived in this neighborhood since you could remember and grew up listening to the legends and rumors of the woods behind your house. You knew about the satanic worshipping, you knew about the sacrifices and the demons. 

You had seen one of the circles, and almost stepped on a dead pig that day. You remember so much of that stuff so vividly that you feel you could be an expert on these parts. 

“Don’t you know not to come out alone, especially tonight?” The man’s voice was starting to sound soothing, almost lulling you asleep but you tried hard to fight against it. 

You knew you were an idiot at this point in time. You knew tonight was special; a full moon was said to appear even larger than it had been seen before. You wanted to document it yourself, not just from your window. 

You practically had the word MORON tattooed on your forehead. 

The laugh that came out of his throat boiled your blood, making you so angry that you thrashed against the air that held you. You couldn’t reach him, he was holding you so high and away from him that any swing seemed to miss him by a mile. 

“You’re a monster,” you snarled against the gag. 

“Far from it darling, far from it.

I’m Fine

Pairing: Seth X Reader

Summary: You aren’t feeling like yourself, you attempt to talk to Seth, but he acts like a jerk. So when you show up at the arena for RAW, he wants to speak with you.

Warnings: Swearing, sadness???

Word Count: 1000+

Originally posted by the-architect-rollins

You watched Seth from your car window. He was laughing, joking and smiling. While you were grunting, frowning and crying. 

You tucked some hair behind your ear as you slid out of your car and grab your backpack from the front seat. 

You grab your suitcase from the trunk quickly. ‘Just get out of here fast! You think to yourself.

Seth’s eyes flickered up to you as you moved across the parking lot. You heard him yell your name, but you kept moving, trying to make it to the doors before he caught up. “Y/N! Wait up!” You moved faster.

You slipped through the doors and hurried down the hall to the locker room. You didn’t want to talk to him right now. You didn’t want him to see you this way. 

You got into the dressing room and a few other women raised a brow in questioning. “You okay?” “ You seem shaken up…” You force a smile and nod. “Fine.” Your voice betrays you. 

You clear your throat and unscrew your water bottle, in hopes you can pass the raspiness of as you just needed a drink.  They all look at you funny before going back to what they were doing.

You set your suitcase on the bench and take your coat off, hanging it up inside your cubbyhole. Knocking comes to the door and Sasha gets up. 

You hear the squeak of the door opening and closing. You don’t bother to look up as you hear Seth’s voice coming from outside and Sasha hushing him.

You pull your ring gear out along with your staff jacket. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You looked up and meet eyes with Bayley. You nod your head. “Yeah. Fine. Why?” She shrugs. 

“Seth is like chasing after you…Normally that means something’s up with you.” Was it always obvious when you fell into this kinda state? You ran a hand through your hair. 

“I said I’m fine. Seth just needs to mind his own business.” Since that’s what he wanted right? Not for you to come to him. Your mind fell back to your phone call the other night.

“Hey, Seth…You got a minute so we can talk?” You could hear him sigh on the other end. You tried to compose yourself the best you could before getting on the phone with him. 

You knew Seth always had a hard time dealing with you when you were a babbling, crying mess. “I got like five minutes before I need to head out. What’s going on?” 

You tried to explain that nothing was wrong, that your life was good,  but at the same time, you had an overwhelming need to cry.

He was confused and asked if you went to a doctor. You had but you still hadn’t felt the slightest bit better. 

“I don’t know what you want me to do? I’m not there, okay! I’m half across the country getting ready to leave for the airport! I don’t have the time to deal with this! To deal with your new problem! Don’t you have a friend out there you can go to? Call your parents! I have to go. Goodbye.”

 The line had went died. You stared at the phone for a long moment, tears in your eyes.

You sit in the cafeteria, a bottle of water in your hand, your phone in the other. You glance up when you hear the familiar laugh. Seth was sitting by Dean and Roman, all of them smiling. 

You shift in your seat, hoping he doesn’t notice that you’re in here. You take you headphones out of your pocket and put them in. 

You listen to your music in hopes of taking your mind off Seth. Off your own problems. You turn the music up loudly, so loud that when Seth takes a seat beside you, not only can not hear him, but he can hear your music.

You flinch when he lays a hand on your arm. You look over at him and freeze. He titles his head and singles or you to take your earbud out. You reach up and slowly take it out, eyes looking everywhere but at him. 


“How are you?” You look at him now. “Fine.” Seth clenches his jaw. “You should get the tattooed on your forehead. Since that seems to be the only thing you can say to anyone regarding how you’re feeling.”

You scoff. “What are doing following me around and talking to anyone I had spoken to?” Seth shakes his head.

 “Sasha and Bayley told me how you were in the locker room. How distant you were…All I’m saying is that you should say more then ‘I’m fine’ if you want to make people believe you.”

“What do you want me to say? That’s I’m great, good, fantastic? That I’m living the life of everyone’s dreams? With a fulfilling love life and completely emotionally stable!? Is that what I should be telling everyone?!” 

You stood up and a few coworkers turned towards you.

 “Or maybe that I have everything under control! That my emotions aren’t off the walls! That I haven’t cried myself to sleep for the past four nights! That my suppose to be best friend didn’t hang up on me after telling me he didn’t want to deal with my new problem! As if all he’s ever done is deal with my problems!”

Your breathing was uneven and Seth was staring at you as was most of the cafeteria. “Fuck you.” You walked quickly out of there, hands clenched at your side.

You walked to your car, suitcase dragging behind you, backpack hanging from one shoulder. You unlocked the car and tossed your belonging in the truck. You move towards the driver’s side and stop when you see Seth leaning against the door.

 “Hey…” He says. “Can you move. I want to leave.” He doesn’t. “Let me have the keys. I’ll drive.” “Get out of the way.” Seth folds his arms. “Let me drive. You can tell me everything and I’ll listen.”

“So now you want to listen to me? After I make a fucking scene? Fuck off, Seth and get out of my way.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen before. I was a bad friend. I’ll admit that. Just allow me to fix it.” You looked at him, watching as his face was almost childlike. “Please?” You shook your head.

 “I’m driving. So get out of the way.” Seth pushed himself off the car, grabbed his bags and walked to the trunk.

The first few minutes of the car ride were silent. “So it’s a four-hour car ride, right?” You nodded your head, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes. “Good. Then I have four hours to make up for being an asshole.”

me: just tattoo the whole song pls

tattoo artist: um i dont know if all of these lyrics fit on your forehead

me: it’s harry’s new song find a way to make it fit