that was kind of like a kick in the balls

anonymous asked:

how the fuck do you even build an emf meter what kind of brain does it take to make something that advanced? and it works too, shit. it's been 12 years and i still can't get over that fucking meter because without youtube tutorials or whatever it is kids use these days, probably without a computer at all he just figured it out. damn. maybe form books he's never read. probably

I have no fuckin idea dude. I was on the robotics team in high school and we had shitloads of help from a bunch of professional engineers, and that was just making robots with basic sensory cameras that could kick a ball…

I mean, he built it out of a fucking Walkman. You know how many parts and factory functions a Walkman has that can be used for measuring environmental information and outputting that data in a usable fashion? Basically none.

Some people just take to this engineering/programming shit like fish to water. They just get it somehow. I bet Dean is one of them. He just doesn’t happen to really need computers for his life’s work so he isn’t putting it to any disciplined use. You know, the kind of person that’s a genius at shit to the point where they have so many talents that some of them just have to fall by the wayside in terms of developing potential.

I mean. Look at this. Look at this definition of EMF from the official website:

Electromagnetic field meters (also called EMF detectors). Meters that measure the derivative (rate of change) of the surrounding magnetic field; thus, these meters are sensitive to changing magnetic fields (fields with a frequency above 0 hertz). Most EMF meters are most sensitive to frequencies of about 30-10,000 hertz, while some have a wider response. Paranormal investigators and ghost hunters use EMF meters while conducting investigations. Unusual activity in the form of high readings on these meters signifies that there is some type of paranormal activity, such as the presence of a ghost or other supernatural creature.

Forget just the programming and engineering. This is actual, hard science. Dean knows enough about fucking magnetic fields to create devices that not only measure them but that are tuned to tell the difference between regular and supernatural occurrences. He’s clearly created prototypes and gone through testing to figure out what works and what doesn’t. It doesn’t just beep when it hits a certain level, he has a sliding scale that he can use for analysis.

This means that this isn’t just about “Dean being good with his hands” like people dismissively claim, Dean is a regular Science Man™. Dean’s superior ability for pattern recognition isn’t some kind of one-use talent, it’s evident of an analytical mind that can put together abstract data with ease.

Maybe it doesn’t sound like a huge deal at first, but you’re right that Dean had no formal education in this crap. High schools don’t teach this. Average kids don’t just figure this shit out on their own no matter how many books they have at their disposal, and I’m willing to bet Dean didn’t have any kind of mentor in the field. An EMF meter is not a baby’s first. Like… At all.

Hell, the wiki says he’s still using that thing all the way up in S7. Shit wasn’t a cute little science project, it was built to last, not just in how sturdy it’s built but in how accurate it is. You would usually expect things built by characters back in S1 to be completely obsolete by S7, but that’s not the case here. It’s just that good.

It’s also proof that we aren’t blowing smoke. If something happens in the first season and is never mentioned again, it might be dismissible, but when it’s still brought back 7 seasons later what you have is authorial intent.

you’re really my dearest friend (1/1)

platonic ladynoir hurt/comfort written for a really lovely commissioner who wishes to remain anonymous — thank you so much for commissioning me!! ♥♥♥

summary: Sometimes, the process of getting out is much more difficult than it really should be — but sometimes friends can help, if you let them.

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Ladybug noticed something was up about ten minutes into patrol.

Chat was quiet.

It wasn’t exactly as strange as one might think — for all of his dramatic mannerisms and cavalier confidence, Chat wasn’t actually all that loud — but this level of shortness and silence was… unsettling.

She spent another ten minutes staring at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to figure out what it was about him that was raising those alarm bells in her head (the cold economy of his movements? The tightness around his mouth? The way he spent more time staring into space then at anything in particular?) before deciding to stop them on the next rooftop.

Another worrying note: Chat didn’t notice her signalling a halt. Sure, it happened sometimes, but he was usually on the ball about things like that, and in addition to everything else…

She caught his shoulder before he could make the next leap.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

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So here is yet another post about Spanish that I hope you all langblrs will like. I present to you 10 words that exist in Spanish but don’t exist in English.

Knowing and using them in your vocabulary shows how fluent you actually are so hopefully this will help you.

1. Chueco/a: 

This can be roughly be translated as “not straight” BUT NOT IN THE SEXUAL ORIENTATION KIND OF WAY. It literally means not being able to do something in a straight line. 

For example: Not able to draw a straight line? You draw chueco/a. Tried kicking a soccer ball in a straight line but it ended up in the far left side of the court? You kick chueco/a.

2. Empalagado/a: 

This is what happens when you eat too much sugar. 

For example: You know that feeling of nausea and awkward fullness after you have eaten like five cupcakes, two chocolate bars and three bottles of soda? THEN is when you feel empalagado/a.

3. Despistado/a: 

So I Google-translated this word and it came out as “lackadaisical”. I don’t think anyone actually uses that word. SO, it means someone who doesn’t pay attention to anything and daydreams most of the time. It is not a permanent feature tho, you can be despistado/a just during your math class. 

For example: If someone asks you a question and you don’t answer because you were too busy thinking about Zac Efron, then you are despistado/a.

4. Tocayo/a: 

It refers to someone who shares name with you. 

For example: Let’s imagine your name is Hermione and suddenly you meet someone whose name is ALSO Hermione. Voilá! That person is now your tocayo/a.

5. Buen provecho: This is not a word but a phrase. It means something like “have a good meal”, it is kinda close to saying “bon appettit” in French. It is frequently used before you start a meal but also as a sign of respect when you run into someone who is currently eating. Also, it is not a phrase used only for “fancy” situations, it actually works whenever someone is eating. 

For example: If you are eating at a restaurant with a group, you say buen provecho before you start eating, but also let’s imagine you are walking around the city and see your boss eating tacos from a food truck, then you also say buen provecho. Freaking good manners.

6. Desgraciado/a: Oh this is a funny one. You might think, at first sight, that this word refers to someone who is not very graceful. WRONG. If you Google-translate the word, it may drive you to think it means “unfortunate”. ALSO WRONG. This is what you call someone who has been a jerk. Someone who didn’t treat you right. Like honestly, someone you really hate. 

For example: Your boyfriend just dumped you on your birthday? He is a desgraciado. Your group-project colleague disappeared during the whole process and just showed up to put her name on the project? She is a desgraciada. It is such a powerful word, I love it.

7. Llorón/Llorona: It refers to someone who cries A LOT. It doesn’t necessarily mean someone who cries but also someone who is very sensitive and gets sad about a lot of things, especially if those things aren’t really important. 

For example: Your sister just cried because she saw a very cute dog? She is a llorona. Your best friend just got VERY upset because he got a 99/100 on a test? He is a llorón (das me tho).

8. Te quiero: This is probably one of the phrases native Spanish speakers miss the most when they start speaking English. This is what you say to someone (and by someone it means a romantic partner most of the time) when you start getting feelings for them but you don’t love them just yet. If you did love them tho you would say “te amo”.  

For example: You have been dating someone for a while now and you know they are amazing but you are not in the “love” point just yet, then you say te quiero to them. No commitment, you guys.

9. Desvelado/a: It refers to someone that hasn’t slept for a while. 

For example: When you pull an all-nighter and show up to class late, with huge bags under your eyes and basically just feeling like a living-dead, you are desvelado/a.

10. Lampiño/a: It literally refers to someone that doesn’t have facial/body hair. 

For example: If you are trying to grow a beard but just can’t seem to grow any hair on your face you are a lampiño/a. Also, if you do not have to shave your legs at all for the summer because you have been blessed with the lack of body hair, then you are lampiño/a.

@doragonhinansho had a bad day today, so I thought I’d give them a little pick me up in the form of a kid!fic in which dragons are awesome!!!

Stiles ducks his head, trying not to cry. Jackson is so mean. Dragons are cool. His mom told him they were.

“You are such a loser,” one of Jackson’s friends laughs, throwing the dragon Stiles got for his birthday in the air, catching it expertly. He’ll probably join some kind of cool sports team in high school, Stiles thinks, trying not to feel bitter about it. Stiles has never been good at sports. He likes dragons and wolves and fighting mythical creatures with his friends online. His mom says he’s cool and Stiles wants to believe her, but it’s kind of hard when you go to school with Jackson- stupid-face-Whittemore.

“I am not,” Stiles says, not sure why he feels the need to talk back. His dad told him it will get him in trouble one day. Maybe he should stay quiet, but as he watches his new friend fall to the ground and get kicked about like a ball, it’s either talk back or cry.

“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice suddenly sounds from behind them, startling even Jackson who jumps.

Stiles turns, because he knows that voice, eyes widening as he watches Derek Hale approach them.

Derek is sixteen and the cooler than Batman and Stiles kind of wants to marry him one day. Because girls are more awesome than boys, but boys are prettier, everyone knows that. And Derek is the prettiest. Plus, girls have cooties. Scott says they don’t but Stiles isn’t so sure.

Blushing, Stiles scrambles up from the ground, making a dive for his dragon, but Jackson just pushes him away and laughs.

“I said-” Derek says, coming up to stand in front him. “What. Are. You. Doing?”

Jackson’s smile falters a little when Derek tilts his head to the side, like all the Hales do. Derek’s big sister Laura is the best at it. She made Jennifer Blake cry once for bullying Erica Reyes. Just by looking at her. Stiles is pretty sure she’s a superhero, just like Derek.

“Nothing,” Jackson shrugs, ducking his head suddenly and kicking at the ground. “Just tellin’ Stilinski he’ll never make friends if he keeps playing with toys.” He smirks, glancing at Stiles, and Stiles wants the ground to swallow him up.

Derek looks down then, frowning when he sees the dragon under Jackson’s foot. “Is that your’s?” he asks, turning to Stiles.

Stiles starts to say no, because he doesn’t want Derek to think he’s a loser too, but this might be his only chance to get Mr Firebreath back. “Yes,” he whispers.

“Right,” Derek says, stepping into Jackson’s space a little more until he gulps and moves back, off the toy. Bending down, Derek picks it up and dusts it off. “It’s not too bad,” he tells Stiles. “But your mom might want to wash it.” He holds it out for Stiles to take, a smile crossing his features, and Stiles doesn’t know why, but it makes him feel like one of those pink toasted marshmallows his mom buys inside.

Taking Mr Firebreath, Stiles resists the urge to apologise to him, because only really little kids think toys have feelings. Well, really little kids and Stiles.

When he looks back up, Jackson and his friends are already walking away, muttering bad words under their breath, as Derek continues to stare at them with a look Stiles knows is only for show. It’s his I-don’t-like-you look. Stiles is happy he’s never given it to him. Derek’s actually really sweet to Stiles. Most of the time. Even that one time Stiles accidentally dropped ice cream on Derek’s new sneakers at the annual Hale barbecue. Derek had let Stiles eat his whole tub of extra-large raspberry ripple with chocolate swirls while he had tried to clean them. He didn’t even tattle when his mom asked what happened.

That was the day Derek became Stiles’ hero.

“Sorry,” Stiles says, unable to meet Derek’s eyes.

“Why are you sorry?” Derek asks, crouching down so he’s shorter than him.

“I shouldn’t have brought him- it- to school,” Stiles says, waving Mr Firebreath a little.

Derek laughs. “It’s not your fault he got taken. Those boys weren’t very nice.”

Stiles shrugs, feeling his cheeks grow hot. Derek probably thinks he’s so dumb.  “Dragons are stupid,” he finds himself saying, hoping Mr Firebreath will forgive him later.

Derek laughs again and Stiles wants to run away. “Well, I think dragons are cool. If you don’t want him anymore, I’ll take him.”

Stiles’ head snaps up at that, disbelieving. “You like dragons?” He blinks. “But- but you play basketball!”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t think dragons are cool. I prefer werewolves though.”

Stiles’ eyes light up. “My mom let me watch a movie once!” he breathes excitedly, accidentally hitting Derek in the chest. Scott doesn’t like werewolves. Stiles has never met anyone who likes werewolves. “It was about a boy who plays basketball, like you!” He looks away briefly, embarrassed when Derek raises an eyebrow at him. “He could turn into a werewolf and it helped him win all the games,” he finished, shyly.

Derek grins. “Teen Wolf?” he asks. “You like that movie?”

Stiles nods, grinning. “Do you?”

Derek leans in, crooking his finger at Stiles and Stiles’ heart races. “If I tell you a secret will you keep it for me?” he asks. Stiles nods, eyes wide as he waits, and then suddenly Derek’s eyes are glowing and his teeth are turning into fangs. “What do you think?”

“I think that’s a really cool trick,” Stiles grins, wanting to touch Derek’s face because how did he do that?

Derek winks and the trick disappears.  “Tell you what,” he says. “How about I take you trick or treating this year. We can dress up.”

Stiles is going to die. “Really?” he asks. “I mean-” He looks down, shrugging, trying to be cool. “If you want, sure.”

Derek laughs again and ruffles Stiles’ hair. “Yeah, really. We’ll show those boys just how cool werewolves and dragons can be, okay?”

Derek stands up then and as he walks away Stiles knows that he is definitely the boy he is going to marry.

***

Ten years later, Derek proposes with a dragon egg replica from Game of Thrones and Stiles kisses him until his eyes glow, just like that first day.

let me get this straight

Rhysand drugged Feyre and made her dance and be humiliated UtM, but you can understand, forgive, and ship feysand.

Nesta insulted Cassian in a way she knew would hurt and literally kicked him in the balls, but you can understand, forgive and still ship nessian.

Elain and Lucien have spoken like two words to each other, but you ship elucien.

But somehow… Mor and Az, who have shown kindness and caring and consideration for each other, against whom the only really argument is “what have they been doing for 500 years?”… that’s too much. That’s where you draw the line.

Ok.

***I want to point out that I do ship all of these, to more or less of an extent. I, too, understand and forgive, for the most part. But… sometimes people’s attitudes towards moriel baffle the fuck out of me.

anonymous asked:

Do you not like The Librarians? Or, rather, do you have a problem with the show?

Ohh no, I love The Librarians. It’s a genuinely endearing show, and shockingly progressive for scifi in general. But it is not a show with a ton of depth to it – like a really great B movie. It’s kind of silly and frequently poorly written and the special effects are, uh, wow, but in what other show can I watch a woman kick a minotaur in the balls, or see an Arthurian knight grump his ass off in a bowtie?

It’s my favorite terrible fantasy show, and it knows it’s terrible, and it uses that self-awareness to do some really entertaining storytelling. 

anonymous asked:

My coworker was outside watering the plants we have for sale and some random customer stopped and asked her if she'd come to his house to water his plants for him if he bought some. She was like "Ha. Ha. Nope, sorry." So then he said she could still come over so he could TEST HER FERTILITY. Jesus fucking Christ. Who says shit like that?

Can’t test that kind of thing if his balls are kicked into his throat and his penis becomes a second belly button in the process. -abby

anonymous asked:

au where even is head of the football team and isak head of the cheerleaders and they become the power couple of school

pls!!!!! but before they do, they dont really like each other. both thinks the other one is really selfish and all so they always fight but that…tension is always there….and one day the cheerleaders are practicing out on the field and the football team is fooling around until everyone arrives to play,and someone kicks the ball over to them and even is like “i’ll get it” and he runs up all smug to isak and the others and he’s like “so incredibly sorry to interrupt” smirking and he takes forever to get the ball on purpose and isak is like “can you just hurry up and leave, this is kind of a no-asshole zone” and the others are giggling and even finds the ball and does some juggling with it and then looks at isak like “so why are you here” and isak clenches his jaw but cant say anything and even winks and runs back to the football team and isak just yells a fuck you after him and even gives a thumbs up and grins and then turns the thumbs up to the middle finger …..man i just really want some haters to lovers fic sldkjf

Tips for transitioning from 'realism' to 'cartoons'

( this is mostly for @stiles-and-the-sourwolf but you’re welcome to read it either way.)

Okay so the thing about drawing in a ‘looser’ style (or a more cartoonish style) is you must must must MUST learn to trust yourself, and be forgiving. It’s really about loosening up the 'rules’ of anatomy and letting things become more exaggerated and fluid.

It’s a huge problem that I’ve found amongst many of my artist friends who tend to draw in a more realistic and 'refined’ style. They’ve gotten into the habit of working into a piece for long periods of time, and striving for a certain level of anatomical perfection that is often—if not always—on par with photo realism. This means that their process usually involves working into small, key parts of the art until it fits together like a lovely puzzle. This is typically called the 'grid technique’, whether you use actual grids or not, and it’s perfect for creating a well rendered, full-feeling piece.

The problem is is that it tends to set you up for a few different problems when it comes to a more cartoonish style.

For one thing, cartoon anatomy is never as it should be, and things are generally never WHERE they should be, either. Buuut, that’s kind of the point, because the style leans heavily on the motion, the shape of the character, and the fluidity of their form.

What matters most in these types of styles is showing the character through their forms as much as possible, and often as SIMPLY as possible. Think about all the hundreds of Disney characters out there, and think about how each one has a very specific body shape to match their personality.

For example: Bell’s father. He’s the typical Disney short, round-bodied, mustaches father figure that you see throughout many Disney films. He has a sputtering voice, a general doofy personality, typically kind of useless, and tends to bounce around like a bouncy ball. His round form encompasses his character much better than, say, a long, tall, skinny body would.

Another (not Disney) example: Miyazaki’s strong female lead-characters. They all tend to be sort of squat, strong bodied, slightly rounder (more trustworthy) faces, with a stubborn pout. You automatically know that this girl/woman means business, and is going to kick butt and take names and, like, save someone/everyone/herself.

Now, a lot of this all comes down to animation, and the fact that simplicity is necessary for something you’re drawing a million times. The simpler the design, the easier it is to draw frame, by frame, by frame. But, even without animating, a key part of drawing in a cartoonish style is always going to be expressing as much information about the character/environment/story as possible with the smallest amount of effort.

A prime example of that would be the Tintin comics, or Charlie Brown. Each comic has it’s own level of simplicity that is, seriously, basically down to single lines and blobs of color. And if you look closely at a comic panel, you’ll probably feel like you’re falling into some abstract piece of art. But, the thing is… they work.

Tintin’s head is about 14 lines total, and yet somehow Hergé manages to bring forth a vast range of emotions and expressions with very little effort at all.

This, again, is also due to repetition. Comic books have always had a tendency to lean towards the more simplistic styles do to the whole, you know, drawing the character over and over again thing. Not that there aren’t comic book artists who totally ignore that and go into some insane levels of detail for each frame, but as a general rule, you’re going to see the 'cartoon’ style in comics. It’s easier to draw, less time consuming, and is often contributed to easier/smoother reading.

Now, trust and forgiveness.

The thing about shooting out a quick sketch is that there’s a certain level of 'I don’t give a fuck’ that goes along with it.
You’ve drawn it, it’s done, it’s out there, who cares?

And to many artists, that’s a screech-worthy sentence right there.

But, it’s sort of an integral part of loosening up your style.

Sketching or drawing out a cartoonish character takes a lot of confidence, trust, and again, that forgiveness thing. You need to teach yourself to let those lines flow freely, to trust that you can complete this figure with or without mistakes, and to forgive yourself when it doesn’t come out looking 'perfect’. This can be hard, or even next to impossible for certain realism artists to accomplish. It can be infuriating for them, especially when they can render so masterfully, and yet this simple… doodle seems to be the bane of their existence.

The trick, for me, is to set yourself up with limitations.

Try drawing with only an ink pen. No erasing, no fixing mistakes, no sketch layer. It might smudge, it might leak, and the second eye might end up too high up. Take the risk, and draw.

Try doing very light blocking with the pen, try going completely free hand and see where some of your anatomy strengths and weakness are.

Try drawing the same face over and over again, until you can get the same amount of details/information down without a second thought. Try simplifying the first drawing. Try limiting the amount of lines or shading used. Challenge yourself to be quick, to finish a complete character in ten minutes or less.

Try using a medium you’ve never used before. Learn to love it or hate it.

Try drawing with your opposite hand. (Does it look terrible? Maybe, but I bet you automatically tried to simplify and expedite the drawing process.)

Try using only blocks of color or shadow to make a face. Do not add details. See how recognizable it looks just from shading.

Try focusing on character qualities and the shapes, poses/posture, and colors that they brings to mind.

Draw a loud, boisterous person. (What shape would they be? Are they muscular, tall, threatening? Do they stand with their chest out? Do they wear reds and warm colors?)

Draw a quiet, timid person. ( are they small, hunched, slim? Do they wrap their arms around themselves a lot? Do they wear blues and browns and colors that blend in with the background?)

Draw a hunter.
Draw a mother.

Draw types of people/animals/environments you’ve never drawn before. Push yourself to do create people with more exaggerated features or postures. People with bigger, longer, skinnier, wider, smaller elements of anatomy.

And, like I said, it will be a challenge. It will feel silly and frustrating and even demeaning. But trust me, learning to loosen up and trust yourself enough make mistakes and accept them can be extremely freeing no matter what style you use.

hard to get.

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“What’s his problem?” “I kicked his balls.”

genre: romance cuz idk how else to put this…

word count: 1.9k

Months and months on end, Jimin kept trying to get you into his bed for what he claimed to be a night you’ll never forget. Bull! Shit! He was just trying to fuck you after missing his chance back in high school; it’s not that he was desperate to be fucked, he had many girls for that, but he never got to experience what you were like and it bothered him immensely, especially after hearing rumours about how amazing you were at giving head.

“Why do you keep rejecting Jimin? He’s like one of the hottest guys around.” Hazel asked me as she sat down next to be on the grass, she would fuck him without a thought, most girls around would. Most meaning neither Kai nor me. We were the sane ones. “I don’t wanna be in his bed and be fucked by him. Chances are he’s shit, has an STD and is just a pretty face.” “You always say that. Wouldn’t you wanna know what he’s actually like? Don’t you get curious?” “Not really, there’s other options. Like his friends who seem like they’d be 90% better.” you told her. “That’s true, I’d fuck Namjoon in a heartbeat.” Kai interjected. “Anyway, you’re insane for not fucking Jimin.”

“Speak of the devil.” you muttered as Jimin walked over to the three of you. You were sat up with your left arm supporting you, while Kai laid her head on your lap and Hazel faced the two of you. “Hey, girls. Mind if I join?” before any of you had the chance to answer he sat down beside you and joined. “Damn, you don’t know what I’d give to be in Kai’s place.” he smirked as he turned to you. “Well I’m glad you’re not.” “If only you would give me a chance to show you how great I am in bed.” he chuckled. “Dude, you lost your chance in high school, you know when I still liked you.” “And I hate myself more and more everyday because of it. Anyway, you girls coming to Taehyung’s party tonight?” “Yeah but it’s also the ‘avoid Jimin at all costs’ party.” you replied to him, causing him to pout. “Aww, what a shame, it would’ve been a great time to prove what I say to you.”


Later that night you found yourself at Taehyung’s house, this boy was your best friend. “___! You came!” he screamed as you walked through the door. “Of course I did! I wouldn’t miss one of your parties!” “Here, have a drink. Enjoy your stay!” he smiled as disappeared into the sea of bodies. “Hey there, sweet cheeks.” Jimin smirked as he slapped your ass playfully. Without a thought you turned, raised your knee and targeted his balls. “KO!” Taehyung shouted as he watched his friend fall to the ground, clutching his crotch. “Don’t touch me like that again.” you said with a smile on your face before you made your way over to Kai and Hazel.


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anonymous asked:

How about the SDR2 guys reacting to their s/o dancing and singing to "candy store" from Heathers? I'm heathers trash rip :')

Anon, that is an excellent song I must say, I totally don’t listen to it like.. All the time along with Meant to be Yours >_>

For those who are not sure what the song is, here you go!

SDR2 Boys reacting to their S/O dancing and singing to Candy Store from Heathers

Hajime Hinata:

- It was just a normal afternoon, he was just lazily sitting on the sofa until you slid into the room

- “Are we gonna have a problem?”

Huh?

- “You got a bone to pick?”

What are you talking about? 

- “You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?”

What the f-

- “I’d normally slap your face off”

“S/O what are you on ab-”

“And everyone here could watch!”

“S/O we’re alone in here.”

-  You lean towards him

“But I’m feeling nice, here’s some advice, listen up biotch!”

You then do that dance move they do in the actual musical and that’s when he notices, you have earphones in

Is this that Goddamn musical again?

You point to him “I like!”

He sighs before pointing back to you and half mutters, half sings “Lookin’ hot, buyin’ stuff they cannot”

Kazuichi Soda:

- He’s in his workshop as usual but you just jump in with a “I like!”

- “Woah! H-”

- “Drinkin’ hard, maxin’ Dad’s credit card!”

Wait what? This took a sudden turn

“I like!”

Wait again?

“Skippin’ gym” You take out a picture of Saionji “Scaring her” You then point to Soda “Screwing him”

Uh? Thanks? Wait why are you singing and dancing?!

- “I like!”

He’s just kind of staring at you really confused

“Killer clothes, kickin’ nerds in the nose!”

You then do a little kick and he quickly moves out of the way

- “Hey! S/O! St-”

- You point to him again “If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls, let your mommy fix you a snack (woah)”

Wait did you just offend him? What is happening?!

Nagito Komaeda:

- You’re hoovering the room whilst he’s just reading on the sofa

- You suddenly turn to him with the hoover

- “Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke” 

He closes his book and looks at you

- “In my Porsha with the quarterback!”

He instantly knows what you’re singing so he just smiles and sings a “Woah, woah, woah”

He then stands up and the two of you begin to dance together and take turns singing

- “Honey whatchu’ waitin’ for?”

- “Welcome to my candy store!”

- “Time for you to prove you’re not a loser anymore,”

And then together the two of you sing “Then step into my candy store!”

Nekomaru Nidai:

- He’s just at the gym getting some valuable TRAINING when all of a sudden you just stand in front of him and sing to him

- “Guys fall, at your feet, pay the check, help you cheat”

- Cheat? Guys falling?! Checks?! What?!

- “All you, have to do”

- You point to him

- “Say goodbye to Shamoo.”

- Who the hell is Shamoo?! Is that a new nickname for someone?!

- “That freak’s not your friend I can tell in the end”

- Wait what? Who are you talking about?!

- “If she, had your shot, she would leave you to rot!”

- “S/O I AM REALLY CONFUSED WHO IS THIS SHAMOO?! IS IT OWARI OR SOMETHING?!”

Gundham Tanaka:

- He was just feeding his Four Dark Devas when he heard the door unlock

- “Ah, S/O, you’re b-”

- “’Course if you don’t care, fine! Go braid her hair, maybe Sesame Street is on! (Woah)” You do a little dance as he watches you

- “Or forget that creep” Are you talking about Soda “And get in my Jeep, let’s go tear up someone’s lawn! (Woah woah woah!)”

- Tear up someone’s lawn?! Are you suggesting vandalism or something?!

- You tug at his scarf and kinda force him to dance/sway with you “Honey whatchu’ waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store!”

- Huh? There’s no s-

- “You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore”

- Y-You fiend! You offended him right now didn’t you?!

- You can clearly see he has no idea what is happening so you take out one earphone and put it in his ear instead

- “Then step into my candy store”

- Oh… You were.. Singing… Oh that’s embarrassing… 

- He just pulls his scarf a bit higher up his face

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu:

- He was busy lately but you managed to spend some time with Peko so of course you made her watch the whole musical

- You even convinced her to do a duet with you!

- Peko: “You can join the team,”

- You: “Or you can bitch and moan”

- Peko: “You can live the dream,”

- You: “Or you could die alone!”

- Peko: “You can fly with eagles or if you prefer,”

- You: “Keep on testing me, and end up like her!”

- It is then that the pair of you notice Kuzuryuu standing in the doorway with a shocked but kinda impressed expression

- “What the fuck did I just see.”

- “Um… A musical…”

- “Gotta say that was pretty impressive, you two have nice singing voices”

- He walks off and both you and Peko start blushing

Byakuya Twogami (Imposter):

- He hears muttering from your room so he decides to investigate

- “Veronica look! Ram invited me to his homecoming party. This proves he’s been thinking about me!”

- You then step to the right and change your facial expression slightly

- “Colour me stoked”

- You then step to the left and resume your previous expression

- “I’m so happy!”

- You then begin to dance slightly “Woah! Honey whatchu’ waiting for-”

- You then turn towards the door “SHUT UP HEATHER!”

- It’s at that moment you notice Twogami staring at you

- … “How long have y-”

- “If you’re trying to impersonate people, you’re doing an awful job”

- He then shakes his head and leaves

- That’s going to need a bit of explaining…

Teruteru Hanamura:

- He’s just cooking when he sees you happily dancing your way towards him

- “Ah S/O - san!”

- “Step into my candy store!”

- Huh? Candy store? Is that some sort of innuendo?

- “Time for you to prove you’re not a lame ass anymore!”

- Huh? Lame ass? Is that directed at him?

- You point to him “It’s my candy store, it’s my candy”

- “It’s my candy store, it’s my candy”

- “It’s my candy store”

- “It’s my candy stooore!” You then lift your hands above your head like you just did the greatest performance ever, he notices you’re holding your phone

- Oh so you were listening to music, but he’s not going to let this chance slide by

- “Hm~ S/O - san do you still want me to step into your candy store?” ;)

- Hanamura no

anonymous asked:

dino > neighbor/best friend AU ~ <3

me: queen of going too far
  • good concept. great concept. lets begin.  *rubs my hands together viciously*
  • so ever since you could remember, your neighbor was this cute old lady who considered you as one of her own grandchildren
  • like she’d bake cookies, cupcakes and other fun stuff like that and always brought them over to your house for you to eat
  • also she left the gate to her backyard open all the time for you to come over n play bc she had a lot more grass than your backyard
  • basically u loved her so much not only because she baked you stuff but she was always there for you when no one else was n she was so so kind and she watched you grow up and wOW IM GETTING EMO
  • you’re in highschool now n one day when you get home from school you see a moving truck and you’re like “wait wtf” so you come over to see what’s going on
  • and cute grandma says “im getting too old to live by myself, so i’m going to move to a resting home…” and you feel your heart shattering into millions of pieces and you almost cling to her and tell her to move in with your family
  • and she sees the tears forming in your eyes and she’s like “don’t worry, my family members will be moving in!! my grandson is your age, i’m sure you’ll get along well”
  • and on the day she leaves you’re so bitter bc you’ll miss her and you’ll miss her baking and her kind words
  • you’re so bitter that you don’t even bother welcoming the family in so you just head right back inside your house
  • after moping around for a bit in your room you decide to go out to your backyard to get some fresh air or something
  • so you’re just minding your own business until you you hear a particularly loud curse word and a soccer ball just goes right over your head and lands a few feet away from you
  • judging from where the ball is, you concluded that it came from the other side of the fence,, where grandma’s backyard is,,,,,
  • you just shrug and toss it back over, n then you decide to go back inside bc you weren’t in the mood to get hit by a ball if it happened again
  • the second you get inside you hear a knock on your front door and you’re like ??? and when you go to open it you’re like………. whom
  • the boy in front of you has like.. sweat glistening on his forehead and his eyebrows are kind of furrowed and he’s wearing a thin shirt and you’re like… mom holy f*ck
  • and then he turns to look at you and in your head you’re like “dhjzHEFUH I WAS STARING SH*T”
  • and then he’s like “hi.. yeah i’m ur new neighbor… i might have kicked a ball over to your garden… is it okay if i get it?”
  • and then you finally get yourself together and you’re like “oh i already tossed it back. what’s your name?”
  • “chan! you must be y/n, grandma told me a lot about you. we’ll be going to the same school!”
  • and you’re like…. ho ly c ow grandma has an attractive grandson “cool! we can walk to school together.”
  • “that’d be awesome! see ya, y/n!”
  • and then he leaves and you’re just standing at your front door like an idiot like “why did i say we should walk to school together how am i gonna sURVIVE”
  • the first time you walk to school together it’s kind of awks, but chan’s just rly good at making conversation and by the time you’re walking home you feel like you’ve known him forever
  • that mfriends, is how u and chan became bfs (best friends)
  • chan joins the soccer team @ your school and you BET your ass is there at every game with a giant poster board of his face, embarrassing the hell out of him.. you also show up to his practices with food n stuff and he’s like “y/n.. my saving grace.. my only god(dess)…”
  • “shut up ur so dramatic.. here’s your popcorn chicken”
  • when u get ur first s.o., chan is like “if they do anything stupid i’ll kick their ass”
  • “gee thanks”
  • every day he comes over n hangs out in your backyard to do hw and then after a while he gets bored n is like “…. you wanna watch me play soccer” “thank god i thought you wouldnt ask”
  • and then you leave your homework behind to go to his backyard and watch him kick the soccer ball around idk how sports work sorry lmfao
  • and this is like a ritual for u guys like.. every day you’d walk to school together, you’d hang out together, you’d visit his practices/games if he had them, you’d walk home together, do hw together, BASICALLY YOU DID EVERYTHING TOGETHER
  • then one day ur s.o. breaks up with you and you’re pretty much “well this is how i d*e” and you know chan is gonna have a big game soon, so you decide not to burden him with your problems
  • and you’re slowly avoiding him and you start waking up earlier to go to school, pay no attention to him at school, leave the second the bell rings, etc.
  • and even though you did it not to worry him, you don’t know that you’re actually worrying him even more,, like his coach keeps telling him “get ur head together” but he can’t because he’s just so concerned about you
  • so he asks a few of your other friends if anything’s wrong and they’re like “y/n didn’t tell you?? ______ broke up with them.”
  • and chan’s suddenly like “WHAT THE HEL L??>?” and he’s abt to go to kick the ass of whoever broke your heart, but then he thinks about how horrible you must feel n he gets all emotional
  • he doesn’t know what to do so he ends up calling grandma for advice and she tells him everything he needs to know abt what u need when you’re upset
  • and you’re at home and your face is all puffy from crying (both from best friend withdrawals and from the break up) and you get a text from chan saying “come outside”
  • and you ignore the message at first but then he starts messaging you on everyplatform like facebook, instagram, snapchat, kkt, skype, etc
  • all of them just say “come out” and you’re like JESUS CHRIST OKAY
  • and you drag yourself out of bed to your front door and when you open it up you see chan with a phone in hand and a plate of cookies in the other and he just looks so so sad and your heart shatters right there
  • “i don’t know what i can do to help, but grandma told me that her cookies always made you feel better.”
  • and you can see that he has a little bit of flour still on his hands and he has the vanilla baking smell on him and you just start tearing up n you pull him into a hug n start sobbing
  • n he’s just patting your back like “there there,,, also the cookies are getting cold,,,”
  • but anyways after that event let’s just finish this quickly and say that chan went from your bf (best friend).. to your bf (boyfriend) :’)
  • EXTRA: chan texts the news to grandma and she’s just “hehe… my plan worked”
Dating Luna Lovegood Would Include...

A/N : I know I was asked to do Hermione, but I started it, and all I could think about was Luna! I couldn’t help myself. Hermione’s will be up soon, though! 

Originally posted by nellaey

- She’d definitely ask you to be her girlfriend with a proud smile on her face and some kind of carnivorous potted flower she’d taken from Herbology 

- Knowing all kinds of ridiculous facts about things because Luna is always discovering new things 

- Your first date would be a hunt around Hogwarts for a creature from one of her father’s articles and you’d love every second of it 

- Nose and forehead kisses 

- Lots of smiles 

- Defending her against bullies and probably kicking Malfoy in the balls more times than you can count 

- She’d give you lots of little gifts all the time, like keychains and random rocks 

- Bringing her flowers all the time 

- Reading and talking about all the articles the Quibbler puts out 

- Meeting her dad and him being wary at first, but coming around as soon as you ask him about Crumple-Horned Snorkacks 

- She’d love your hair and playing with it 

- Hogsmeade dates 

- Talking about her mom 

- Sneaking out into the forest to go on moonlit walks 

- You’d be a little nervous at first, knowing what lurked in the shadows, but Luna would hold your hand and assure you that nothing would hurt you 

- She’d made peace with every creature in the forest. You’d be in complete awe as she guided your hand down the back of a baby thestral and had tea with the centaurs. 

- Honestly Luna would open your eyes to so many new things, and you’d long to see the world through her eyes 

- Painting pictures together 

- Wearing all the jewelry she makes for you and proudly explaining all the little charms to other people, like the tiny origami mandrake root made from a napkin from your first date, or the string of the tea bag from the first cup she made you 

- Her sitting on your lap and braiding wildflowers into your hair during spring 

- Going to the Yule Ball together 

- Going with her to all the Quidditch games and being the cutest lions there in your matching hats 

- Sometimes being jealous of her friendship with Ginny 

- Holding her hand in the hallways and being extremely proud of your relationship, taking no shit from anyone

- Talking through owls all summer long 

- Luna would love any pet you had, but if it was a cat, she’d always be carrying it around and sneaking it into places it didn’t belong. You’d come into the dining hall one day and see your cat sitting in her lap, lapping soup out of Luna’s bowl as she pets it and kisses the top of its head. It might go home with you in the summertime, but it was Luna’s cat. 

- Her always trying to understand any problems you have and cheering you up with great advice. Luna might be a little “loony” but she’s been through some tough times, and knows what it’s like 

- She doesn’t like saying ‘I love you’. It’s too generic, so she finds other ways to express her feelings for you 

- Dancing to crazy music and giggling 

- Loving her so much

- She’d know every little detail about you, and surprised you with it all the time 

- Strange love poems 

- Always wanting to make her laugh because that soft little giggle after youd dumb punchlines meant the world to you 

- Fighting by her side at Hogwarts and being there for her after it 

- Being in DA with her 

- Finding her shoes

- Sweet, soft kisses 

- Lots of big, tight hugs 

- Camping trips all over the world to hunt down creatures 

- Never doubting each other 

- Knowing all of Luna’s secrets 

- Buying a house together after Hogwarts and living together there forever in complete serenity 

- All the walls would be a different color and there would be strange art and statues all over the place. There would be lots of pillows and blankets and you would drink primarily from teacups, regardless of the beverage. 

- There would be all kinds of flowers planted in the yard 

- Luna would have a huge fish tank full of strangely colored exotic fish that she adored 

- Going on fun roadtrips and making friends with other tourists 

- Having the most magical wedding 

- Luna would be so gorgeous, walking down the aisle with flowers in her air and a flowy white dress barefoot under all kinds of yellow light. She’d have the brightest smile on her face and just uGH

- Getting matching tattoos 

- Just idk loving each other so much until the end of your days and being so happy and pure 

lil kallura things id wanna see eventually or just fun to think about 

  • Allura trying to teach Keith diplomacy
  • Keith being bad ass in defense of Allura
  • Allura making heart eyes when realizing Keith is hot  (I feel ya girl)
  • Any kind of Altean diplomatic ambassador and her surly knight
  • Balls….with ball gowns…and dancing
  • even just more anti gravity dancing but this time on purpose
  • Keith being completely awed at Allura’s ferociousness
  • Being awed at each other’s kindness to other people
  • Keith esp. being soft (bc he is soft)
  • Sparring with each other. 
    • Keith can barely keep up
    • He loves it
    • She loves that he somehow keeps getting back up??
  • Fighting and butting heads because they’re both so stubborn at times & bonus to be fighting about serious things, esp. if its mission related and there’s really no right answer

  • Supporting each other esp. given new team dynamics 
  • Supporting each other and crying about losing loved ones
  • doing mundane shit together
  • fighting because they are goddamn petty & both prone to either blowing up (K) or being goddamn cold and unreceptive (A)
  • I want? Allura? To throw him? Idk mission related “my jet pack is broken hurl me over the wall” “What””PICK ME UP AND THROW ME”
  • any kind of allura becoming a paladin shit and keith esp. welcoming her
  • telling each other about their old lives/childhoods

  • THE MICE? LIKE? kEITH??!!!
  • HE LIKES THEM TOO?
  • Any revisitation of Galra/Altean tension “You still hate me” “No I don’t! I’m past that. Don’t change the topic” “You’re changing the topic”
    • Im just saying its interesting that attitude-problem keith did not resent her anger at him. He didn’t challenge it. Mr.I-got-kicked-out of-school-for-being-ball-of-fury did not challenge Allura at all regarding her treatment of him…and it still eludes me. 
  • I know I mentioned Allura becoming a a paladin but esp. becoming the red paladin while Keith becomes the black paladin
  • lmao shiro comes back they have to share a lion
  • Keith and Allura ferociously attacking an enemy together and they are scary good
  • Keith blushing
  • BRING! BACK! THE HOVER! CYCLE!
  • Seriously any motocycle-ish stuff and whoops Allura’s a speed demon and Keith’s a cliff jumper and they have a lot of fun and everyone else thinks they’re crazy

I know that children are people, but I hate them. I have no patience for what is generally just normal kid behaviour..

The kids next door are like. . I don’t know, under ten I think? There are about four of them and they are so righteously noisy.

They scream at each other until some kind of altercation occurs then one of them starts crying and it is the loudest, most god-awful sound, Jim Carrey would say it was overreacting. Then the parents come out and they raise their voices while the kids presumably explain and blame each other based on their tone.

Then it starts all over again, hours of screaming. Sometimes they pause the senseless screaming to play a ball game that seems to involve just kicking the ball at the metal fence right near my window.

In essence, I’m old and grumpy before my time and am currently destined to become the kind of person everyone in the street hates, probably because I sit outside my house yelling at kids for running or expressing enjoyment I’m decibels I deem to be inappropriate.

Lies

Originally posted by lucifersagents

A/n: Loosely based on the SPN Imagine: “Gabriel watching you leave after he has broken up with you to keep you safe from Lucifer.” Lots of angst….not much happy feels here. 

Words: 1,021

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It’s better this way. You need to leave. I don’t love you y/n”



Gabriel knew he would regret his words as he watched y/n packing her bags. 2 years of love, fun, and tears were going down the drain. He wanted to tell her that he wasn’t breaking up with her because he didn’t love her. It was because Luci knew about her and threatened her life. Maybe is Gabriel wasn’t with her anymore Luci would leave her alone. Maybe she could live a normal life and feel free. She could have a normal boyfriend that she could take home to mom and dad.



Watching y/n cry was like a kick in the balls. Gabriel hated seeing her tears…especially knowing he had caused them. He knew she was wondering why in the world he would suddenly end things. When he said he didn’t love her, y/n’s eyes showed nothing but pain.



“Gabriel I don’t understand. Why now? Everything was going so good! We were so good.”



“I don’t love you y/n. You need to be with your own kind. I’m bored with you.”



HIs words were more icy than he had planned but Gabriel needed to get her angry with him. He needed her to never want to look at him again and he knew he was achieving his goal. In moments y/n would regret the day that she had ever met his golden eyes.



If he had the energy he would wipe her memory. He would take every memory and vanquish it from her mind. He wouldn’t even anything other than a name that she had read in the bible or heard about in Sunday school as a child. Their love would nonexistent.



Gabriel could still watch over her. He could watch her from a distance and always protect her. Y/n could find a husband, a normal mortal husband, who could give her children. They could live an apple pie life without any knowledge of the supernatural world. Y/n wouldn’t have to worry about her lover being killed by his psychopath of a brother. Of course Gabriel’s memory would still be full of their once long ago love. He would have to find someway to deal with the jealousy that he would feel seeing her new life of happiness.



The moment she walked out his heart shattered. Y/n didn’t even look at him as she walked past. She didn’t even meet Gabriel’s tear filled amber eyes and he knew it was best this way. It was best their eyes didn’t meet. If they did Gabriel may change his mind. He may not be able to make her leave. Just like that she was gone.



Weeks passed for Gabriel and nothing changed…nothing got better. Living without y/n was worse than he expected. He never expected to spend his days lying in their bed suffocating himself in y/n’s pillow. Her scent was fading and it was breaking his heart even more.



“I can’t do it.”



Gabriel sat up in the bed yanking at his golden curls. He needed y/n. If it meant going against Lucifer he would do anything it took. If it meant going to the end of the world, Gabriel would do it!



Arriving at her apartment Gabriel repeated the story that he would tell her. He would have to eat massive amounts of crow to be able to make up his mistakes. Walking to the door Gabriel froze seeing the door open. This wasn’t y/n behavior. Y/n knew well to keep her doors locked. The state of the living room made Gabriel freeze. Things were thrown everywhere. All of y/n’s glass knick knacks were smashed on the tile floor and pictures thrown around the room.



“y/n! Sugar where are you?!”



Gabriel yelled her name sprinting from room to room. Every room was the same. It looked as though the apartment had been pillaged by a herd of wild vikings. Finally reaching the back bedroom, Gabriel wanted to scream! Y/n lay in the middle of the bedroom floor in a pool of blood. Her green eyes were open and stuck in a expression of sheer terror.



Gabriel was on the floor pulling her into his arms. He cradled her against him sobbing as he pressed a kiss to her cold lips. Just looking at her he knew that she had been dead for hours.



“Y/n please…I was wrong….I lied like the miserable bastard I am. I love you. I love you so much! I only broke up with you to keep you safe from my brother. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Sugar please come back to me!”



Of course she didn’t breathe. Gabriel was foolish to even hope that she would and he knew it. His princess, his lover, his everything was gone and it was his entire fault. Had he been there with her some foolish robber wouldn’t have broken in and taken the thing that he valued more than anything in the world. She would still be with him smiling, laughing, and loving him.



“Father please….I know that I have been a bad son. I know that I have done everything I wasn’t supposed to do but could I please have this one thing? Can I please have y/n back? She is everything to me. She’s made me a better man. She’s done everything that you would have wanted in a human. Please…”



….silence…..



Just as he expected…his father didn’t respond. Gabriel sobbed harder and he lovingly kissed y/n’s lips one last time.



“I’ll be with you soon…I’ll love you forever. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.”


He stroked a bloody finger over her blue lips as the sobs over took him once more. Gabriel knew his plan. He would go to Lucifer and ask for death. If he was lucky Luci would be feeling extra generous and give him what he wanted. Gabriel would wait for that angel blade to go through him so he could see her face. Every moment of pain would be worth the chance to hold her in his arms again…

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Tease

Prompt: Being Stefan’s friend and when you come around you always tease Damon, until one day he has enough and decides to fuck it out of you.

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Warning:  Smut, sex, fingering, oral sex, spanking, submissive talk

Word count: 1,306

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anonymous asked:

could you please do 23 and nammin/minjoon?

“Babe, I’m sorry.”

“Suck my ass.”

Originally posted by jicute

Namjoon loves Jimin. No really, he does.

The thing about Jimin though, was that you had to know two important things about him. The first was that he was always fucking up.

Seriously.

You would think fucking up things came with Namjoon’s job description as designated human hurricane since elementary school when he kicked a soccer ball too hard and literally broke their jungle gym. Or that one time he was on the honor roll and high school and was helping out sort out the paper directory of the school population and tipped over the entire stack of two weeks of worth because he tripped over the desk. True story.

But Jimin, his fuck ups were of a different kind.

Like now, for example.

“I can’t believe you got our whole house painted baby pink,” Namjoon whispers, mouth still dropped open from well, the house being the exact shade of a piglet’s bottom.

“Surprise?” Jimin squeaks hopefully, but even he knows he’s really done it this time.

“Jimin, I gave you one job. I told you when we move in together, I’d find the apartment, I’d manage the taxes, I’ll even take out the trash.”

“Right,” Jimin gulps, bottom lip jutting out so that Namjoon knows his boyfriend is already upset but he’s too mad to care.

“All you had to do,” Namjoon continues in a shaky voice that really refuses to stay calm, “is to move our stuff in and decorate. A one time thing. Literally, the only fun thing.”

“Well, I did,” Jimin argues, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. “I thought you said on the phone that you wanted pink.”

“No,” Namjoon says with a fake pretense of patience, “I specifically told you, whatever you do, do not paint it some fancy, embarrassing lilac purple or baby pink!” Namjoon says in exasperation, leaning back against his old beat up SUV and staring up at their new house.

Their new house that looked like Disneyland threw up on it.

God, he could never ever ever bring any of his friends over, like, ever again.

Not when he was an underground rapper and his friend’s once laughed at him for a whole month because Jimin had forgotten to do the laundry and he had been forced to wear Jimin’s old Powerpuff Girls’ socks to the studio.

“Whoops,” Jimin says, popping the ‘p’ and looking at Namjoon to guage just what level of begging was going to make him forgive him.

“Damn right. You know we could barely afford painting it the first time,” Namjoon says, sighing, still staring with dismay at their new place with the wary eyes of a man that had seen too much of the world.

Joonie,” Jimin says in a tone that Namjoon knows he reserves for the times he really messes up, like that time they were in the middle of Tokyo for their vacation for the first time in years and Jimin had forgotten to book any hotel reservations.

“No,” Namjoon replies, tone hard but resolve wavering when his eyes flick over to Jimin’s large pretty ones batting themselves at Namjoon.

“Babe, I’m sorry.”

“Suck my ass.”

Namjoon regrets saying this immediately because the second thing to know about Park Jimin was that he was always horny.

Always.

“Give me the time and the place baby, I’ll be there,” Jimin smirks and Namjoon shoves him gently, laughing.

“You’re fucking gross, you know that?” he says, rummaging for the keys in his back pocket and fishing them out.

“Hypocrite,” Jimin says, rolling his eyes but latching on to Namjoon’s arm and laughing. “Like you don’t love it.”

“Shut up,” Namjoon says, blushing and turning the lock of their new house. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Pink was an okay color. Sure, it wasn’t what he was picturing but -

Jimin?” Namjoon almost screams, jaw dropping.

Literally everything. Was pink. Even the tablecloth. Namjoon felt his knees go weak.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you just one more tiny thing- ”

otp drabble challenge!

Baseball!Jungkook AU (Ch. 3)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


Chapter 3 (3/3)

Genre: Angst, fluff, Badboy!jungkook

Warnings: maybe a curse word or two

When your dad got hired to coach the nation’s top high school baseball team,  moving to the upper east side of Seoul wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be. Getting used to your new high school and your new position as the team’s manager was the easy part - getting used to the team’s quiet, badboy pitcher was a different story.

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okay so i’m writing after 6 months. literally. be kind to me, please <3

this is for the cs au week ofc for beloved tropes of…friends to lovers!

thanks a million to @high-seas-swan​ for listening to me babble about this fic and helping me figure out an ending. 

hope you guys like it <3

Rating: M - well kind of


It’s a Thursday when Killian realizes he’s in love with his best friend. Well, has been in love with her for a bloody long time and knows she feels the same way too.

He’s always known that he fancies her – when she rolls her eyes at him, when she tells him how she tracked down a sleaze ball while using such colorful curses which would put pirates to shame, when she tries to hide her tears during Lion King and kicks him when he cocks a teasing eyebrow at her.

Hell, even when she shows up at his door at 3 a.m. in her pajamas, a bottle of rum in one hand, and tears streaming down her face. The lost girl inside her catching up to her as she sobs in his arms, not caring that her tears and snot is sticking to his shirt.

He fancies her.

(Even when she’s yelling at him.)

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He’s in a hospital when he decides to finally tell her.

Killian tries to sit up but winces, a voice tsking at him before it speaks, “Your ankle is sprained.”

“Bloody hell” he rubs his hand over his face. He hates hospitals - there’s just a smell to them which makes him want to leave and never come back. He’s taken to see a specialist at a high-end clinic instead of coming to the hospital for his hand. Seems like the hospital got upset and took revenge on him.

He knows he’ll never hear the end of this from Emma, David, and Robin, and never hear the end of Regina, his half-sister, snarking at him for this stupid accident. Emma will probably never let him drive his bike anymore.

Damn that dog and damn that old man. For a second there, lying on the ground after being hit by a car and bumping his head on the tree in front of him, he thought he was going to die. Interestingly, just before he hit the ground, his life flashed before his eyes.

(He always was such a drama queen.)

The last thing he saw before he passed out was her face, a wide smile making her nose scrunch in the adorable way, and his last thought was of regret. Regret of not ever telling her.

~~xx~~

The nurse winks at Killian as she slides in some extra jello containers to him.

“Your discharge papers should be ready anytime soon, Mr. Jones” she informs him, forming her lips into a pout, “Coincidently, my shift also ends then.”

Killian smirks. He’s no stranger to women finding him attractive and flirting with him. Normally, he would put on his stupid smoldering look (as Emma calls it) and make some innuendo asking the nurse out, but poor timing on her part.

He’s only looking for one woman –

­­– who barges the door open. Her eyes are wide and red, the tear tracks still evident on her face; her breathing erratic.

He doesn’t even get a chance to say something before she’s hugging him, her hands digging into his back, and her face buried in the crook of his neck. He bites back his wince at the force of her hug, and instead brings his arms around hers, burying his face in her blonde hair.

“Oh shit sorry, I’m probably hurting you” she sniffles, separating from him but keeping her hands on his shoulders as she sits on the side of the bed.

“That’s alright, Swan” he smiles, brushing her tears away with his thumb.

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