that was like a day worth of hours already and that's not my thing at all

This Whole Time

Word Count: 2,482


“Absolutely not. There is no way you are dragging me into a muggle dress shop to sit around while you try on dresses,” Sirius shook his head. “Please, Pads?” Y/N stuck out her bottom lip, giving him the pouty face she knew her best friend couldn’t say ‘no’ to. Sirius groaned. “Why does it even matter?” “Because your my bestest friend in the whole wide world and I need your opinion!” Y/N cried dramatically, throwing herself into Sirius’ lap. “Bit dramatic today, aren’t we, Love?” Sirius muttered with a roll of his eyes. “Sirius,” Y/N whined, burying her face into his stomach. “Y/N, why don’t you just have William go with you to pick out the dress?” Sirius asked, reaching down to gently play with her hair. “He can’t see my dress before the ball!” Y/N exclaimed, shooting up from his lap. “And besides, he’ll just tell me I look good in everything. You’ll give me an honest opinion,” she added. “You do look good in everything,” Sirius laughed. “I know that,” Y/N gave his shoulder a gentle shove. “But you’ll tell me which one I look best in. And I need that. And I need you there to support me because you’re my best friendddddd,” she pouted, throwing herself across his lap once again. Sirius shook his head, unable to believe that he was about to agree to this. “Fine,” he huffed. “Let’s go.” “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she squealed, sitting up and throwing her arms around him before jumping up and bounding to the door. “Are you coming or not?”

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multiotp  asked:

"I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANY MORE!" "I DON'T RECOGNIZE MY SELF!" That's in all caps because I see it as screamed. Can you do that for boyf friends sorry I'm so awkward and used to being able to hide behind anonymous but I've fallen in love with your writing lately. Only if you want to you don't have too

I FINALLY DID IT AH! So sorry it took me so long, I could go on about exams and all that shit but I’m sensing you will hopefully get the picture.
Regardless, thank you for the prompt/request!


It was a Saturday night and the boys were spending their time wisely - playing video games in Michael’s basement. They weren’t sure how long they had been in there but neither bothered to care.

Finally, after hours of waiting, Jeremy was released from hospital. After the eventful school day on Friday Michael had offered that Jeremy stay at his house that night to catch a break, and Jeremy whole
-heartedly agreed. As soon as they arrived home, Jeremy collapsed onto Michael’s bed and fell asleep, exhausted from all the questions he had received that day. Michael soon followed suit and before they knew it the two woke up at 3am on a Saturday morning.

Now, with nothing else to do, the boys were still playing video games. Eventually, the inevitable red with white text ‘GAME OVER’ flashed onto the screen, ending the particular match.

“Awe come on!” Michael complained, setting down the controller and flopping onto the beanbag behind him. Jeremy sat adjacent, frowning at the TV. “I thought we were finally gonna beat that one!”

“Y-Yeah…” Jeremy replied, still staring at the TV. After a few seconds passed, Michael sighed, hoisted himself upright and went to eject the disk from the console.

“Woah Michael, we were playing-”

“Not anymore,” he announced, returning the disk to its place on the shelf. “I wanna play something I know we can win.”

Before Jeremy could question him, Michael pushed an unknown disk into the slot and bounced back into his beanbag just in time to see the words ‘Apocalypse of the Damned’ appear on screen.

“Oh…” Said Jeremy in response.

“Come on dude,” Michael cheered, grabbing his controller off the floor and hitting play. “This one is no match for us.”


An hour later and Michael was seriously starting to worry about Jeremy. Not only had they not gotten past their usual warmup match but had been stuck in the same God damn area for 60 whole minutes. And Micheal knew something was up when Jeremy didn’t respond to his usual code words for 'Zombie, right behind you’ or 'Use the axe not the riffle for this one’ - the list went on. Eventually, he jammed down on the pause button and turned to face his best friend.

“Ok, what happened?” He demanded, snatching the controller from Jeremy’s hands.

“W-what?” Jeremy stuttered in response, completely oblivious to his best friend’s reasons for questioning.

“Something’s up, I can tell. You’re usually great at this game bro! Even better than me. But something’s off tonight.” Micheal shuffled closer and rest his head in his palms. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Jeremy shifted awkwardly on the beanbag, trying not to meet Michael’s gaze.

“I..I-it’s nothing really I just-”

“It’s the Squip isn’t it,” Michael said, instantly recognising the type of hesitation he was being given. For the past few hours Michael had tried to ask Jeremy about the Squip but all that he received was the same 'it was nothing’ stammer each time.

Jeremy looked up, something shifting in his demeanour.

“I don’t want to play this anymore.” He stated, slowly and every words feeling like a drop of venom.

“W-what?” Michael said in response.

Jeremy locked eyes with Michael and arched his back so that he was sitting upright. He spoke even clearer.

“I don’t want to play this anymore”

“Yo Jeremy, dude, calm down.” Michael started, reaching out to his best friend. But Jeremy flinched backwards, slapping Michael’s fingers away.

“D-don’t touch me tall ass!” He cried, falling off of the beanbag and into the floor. Instantly he recognised the words that he had spoken, covering his mouth with his spare hand. But Michael had already heard them.

“W…what did you just call me?” He stammered, slowly rising from the beanbag. Jeremy climbed off of the floor to meet him, stuttering an attempted apology.

“I didn’t mean- that’s not what I - fuck - Michael I, that- that wasn’t-”

“T-Tall ass?!” Michael cried, stepping away from Jeremy. “What the hell dude?”

“No Michael I-”

“What happened to you?” He questioned, louder this time. “What has he done to you Jer? Was it worth it? Making you popular but turning you into… this?”

“I don’t-”

“Dude I don’t know who you are anymore-”

“I DON’T EVEN RECOGNISE MYSELF!” Came Jeremy’s answer. Michael flinched at the sudden increase in volume, eyes flying up to meet his best friend’s. Jeremy’s bright blue eyes soon began to fill with tears as he slumped against the wall.

“He’s gone Michael… but he won’t go away…” he muttered, head flying into to his hair. “Everything I do, I can still hear that voice in the back of my mind telling me what I’m doing wrong, mirroring his exact words. And I do it! I listen to it, because that’s what I’ve been programmed to do.”


“And you know what the worst part is Michael? That voice isn’t even real! It’s inside my head, because it’s my voice. It’s me telling all those things. I CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT MICHAEL! I-”

Jeremy was interrupted by the sudden feeling of arms wrapping around his waist and pulling his close into Michael’s chest. The boy hung on tightly, head hidden in the crook of Jeremy’s tear-stricken neck. Soon, his hands lowered from his hair to return the hug and the two slowly slid against the wall onto the floor.

No words were spoken between the two, just the action of each other being there was enough. The soft hum of the console filled the basement, the smell of candy and Mountain Dew carried through the air.

Eventually, Michael spoke, breaking the silence.

“I don’t care what he told you Jeremy, but you will always be my player two and nothing will change that ok? We’ll fight this, and we’ll come through stronger.” He tightened the hug between them. “I’ll always be here for you Jer.”

The tall boy smiled, returning the pressure of the embrace. He couldn’t help the shift in his smile as he spoke:

“That’s what friends are for yeah?”

Michael’s expression wavered as he responded.

“Yeah… best friends.”

soft-smoll  asked:

What would the RFA dress up as for Halloween?

° a|n: i’m going to say what they’d dress up as + what they’d do heh
+++ have a happy spoopy halloweeeen  (*≧∇≦)°


° Yoosung

  • Halloween is is favourite time of the year because he can go dressed out as whatever he wants!!
  • but most importantly
  • HE CAN FINALLY PROVE HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND [no one believes him]
  • he wants to show his ‘manliness[okay qt] so he dresses up as a LOLOL warrior - buuuut he doesn’t buy his costume no
  • apart from him being broke - he wants to make the costume at home
  • asking you for help you both spend weEKS on the costume making sure everything is perfect down to the T
  • all the SMALLEST details are covered, he even asks you to plan his hairstyle for the day
  • ….you guys are co-ordinated as fUCK
  • “Yoosung.. you have’t done any of your college work..”
  • so when the college Halloween party actually arrives he flips the fuck out and he’s ready to show you off to the world \ (•◡•) /
  • stays by your side the WHOLE time telling everyone you’re his girlfriend
  • and we’re totally partners in LOLOL too who’s jealous??
  • “…nO Yoosung we can’t fight the other people no matter how much stronger we are together seriously for the last tIME”
  • “but does he know that we’re actually dating anD OW OKAY DON’T PINCH ME” [tough warrior my ass]
  • after he’s proven to everyone he has a girlfriend he gets bored
  • so you both end stealing sweets from the bar countertop and shoving them in your pockets - you need SOME candy right??
  • escape the hall with a trail of sweets falling out behind you
  • end up changing out of your outfits and going home to change into my comfortable clothes and playing games while munching sweets
  • he freaks out despite saying he’s okay - but you know better
  • so you suggest video games and that was the end to the perfect night

° Zen

  • Beauty and the Beast but the hella sexy version
  • he wanted to showcase his good looks and you got to also be by his side wearing a sexy outfit [goals]
  • originally you were supposed to wear a cute dress as the beauty
  • buuuut seeing Zen wear an unbuttoned shirt made you think twice
  • the second he sees you in a sexy revealing dress his heart drops out his ass
  • and holy fuck why do you have a whip what kinda princess-
  • “what.. you look um I uh”
  • he’s speechless?? [srsly well done he’s never speechless]
  • you’re usually quite conservative but christ you’ve got it going on tonight?? can halloween be every day I can offer you my soul
  • takes muscle in his body to actually leave the house without taking you there and then - just wait for later
  • you know that one couple that just kinda does their own thing in the corner - yeah thats you guys he’s super protective
  • LOTS of couple mirror selfies at the venue and its super cute as you have literally 1000 photos of him kissing your cheek 
  • he totally didn’t to that on purpose to feel ur ass cheeky bastard
  • but mf almost turned into an acTUAL BEAST WHEN SOMEONE APPROACHED YOU 
  • “yeah.. he better be, eyes off her legs” UHH ZEN??
  • he can’t take his eyes off you even when you try get a drink - he’s walked into 4 people and knocked their drinks over
  • wanting to take advantage of his flustered self you make sure he has a clear view of you dancing while he’s talking to his friends
  • splutters on his beer what the hELL ARE YOU DOING??
  • lol ur screwed when u get home literally
  • he gets up grabs your arm making you follow him outside
  • you already know where this is going you wanted this

° Jaehee

  • pooooor bubba - almost had a heart attack when you scared her as she woke up on Halloween
  • refuses to go out to a party and don’t even get me started on trick-or-treating hell no what no waY??
  • BUT she really can’t resist your pouty face and agrees to dress up with you as LONG as no one else sees [ can always take secret pics??]
  • so you both dress up as the main leads in Zen’s movie - and one of them so happens to be a maid
  • she helps you decorate the house a bit so that when people coming knocking on your door later she has enough to give to everyone
  • seriously - she’s stressed out she doesn’t have enough
  • “…we have 27 tubs of sweets.. that’s more than enough Jaehee”
  • she can’t help but glance at herself in the mirror a few times in her cute lil outfit - why didn’t she do this before?
  • even makes Halloween themed pastries to give out to the children at the door and spends hOURS decorating them 
  • so by the end of the night you’re piled around tubs of sweets and pastries - nice work mum
  • she was expecting them to be super annoying and cruel but she can’t help but smile giving out candy to children with you
  • can’t help but frown when she sees a cat though
  • when night falls and everyone’s gone home you have a few leftover sweets 
  • so she makes both of you some pumpkin flavoured drinks [she’s really into halloween now?? wahEY]
  • that night you took a million pictures of Jaehee serving children at your front door and in her costume and sent it to eVERYONE
  • ZEN WAS SO HAPPY [back off boi]
  • but Jaehee was also super happy and but wouldn’t admit it - she was already planning next year’s outfit and treats 
  • (◕‿◕✿)

° Jumin

  • you know him, he’s willing to try what you want to try 
  • so when you explain Halloween to him he’s super confused since he’s never really understood the concept of it before
  • but he willingly accepts to do the ‘traditions’ with you
  • “…But why do they carve pumpkins?”
  • “It’s scary”
  • “No.. it just looks tacky and why do they” LISTEN M8 IDK!!!
  • but he agrees to help out because this was a day he could wear his cat ears and collar that was in his cupboard without being judged
  • YES
  • decorating the house he goes above and beyond - why are you putting up fake spiderwebs, we can just get rea- 
  • explaining ‘trick or treat’ to him would be so funny because he wouldn’t understand why you’d ask other people for sweets??
  • “can’t people just buy and keep their own sweets this is giving me a headache”
  • you DRAG him to a house to do trick or treat and he gets so red and embarrassed he literally runs home - nope not doing this again evER
  • next stage: eating sweets
  • you give him some the single sweet he managed to collect from the house and it’s a ‘sour ball’ HIS! FACE! IS! SO! F U N N Y
  • he’s starting to think Halloween is just torture
  •  why do commoners do this I’m going insane why am I dating MC
  • last part of the day is you watching scary movies together
  • BUT  his mind is blown at the fact you want to torture yourself like this you don’t even like scary movies what is this??
  • he doesn’t even flinch at the horror movies but ends up pulling you to his chest when you jump in fear and reassures you its a film
  • such a tiring day??
  • but it was all worth it when you Jumin and Elly took a ‘family’ selfie with kitten ears [not him, you did or else i’d be blurry af]
  • “.. so does this Halloween occur every year?”
  • bonus: Zen dying at the video of Jumin saying trick or treat in a mono-tonal voice and the person at the door laughing at his costume poor bby


  • the devout catholic wants to dress up as an angel 
  • you bicker about who would be a cuter angel [he would]
  • so he decides to make a costume one last minute and keeps it a surprise from you and reveals it in the evening
  • its a 2D car made out of cardboard with two cutouts so that you both could see and while walking 
  • such fuCKING DORKS - you’re wearing a onesie underneath too jesus
  • tbh I don’t think you’ll ever see Saeyoung happier than he is now?
  • you’re the oldest people who are outside knocking on other people’s door but you’re also the happiest
  • you have b u c k e t s of sweets and you ignore all the weird ass looks everyone else is giving you [kids envy you]
  • at one point some kid tries takes one of Saeyoung’s buckets and he was about to go crazy
  • you had to calm him down before he actually chased the kid but he was pouty for the rest of the night - besides you had about 8 buckets
  • the car outfit was a great idea but it had a few ..problems?
  • .. and that was the first time you ever walked into the mens toilet but you were t r a u m a t i z ed 
  • you’re the last ones out giggling on the streets until you’ve literally covered the whole neighbourhood
  • another struggle of the car was actually getting through the door and you’re both pressed up against each other trying to get though
  • eventually you just break the cardboard car and tip the sweets on to the floor settling down to watch a movie
  • don’t get me wrong you’re both REALLY scared of horror movies so you both end up not sleeping 
  • you just scream at every stupid jumpscare until dawn while eating a l l the sweets you collected until dawn
  • “I’m never.. eating sweets again”
Happy Birthday Tony

Tonys birthday was never anything special. He was pretty sure that he had a few good ones when he was a kid. But he remembers not getting any presents, because he already had everything. Or so his father always told him when he asked for a present, once.

But he had Jarvis and sometimes even Peggy there. So that was good.

After his parents died, Tony didn’t want to celebrate his birthday anyway. So he wasn’t mad when Rhodey didn’t plan a party for him. It was enough for him to cuddle with Rhodey and eat cold pizza.

When he was in a relationship with Pepper, she asked if he wanted to do something special on his birthday. Tony wasn’t sure what you would want to do on a birthday, so he told her he would just …work. Like always.

He can’t help the pain around his heart. It would be nice if someone would do something for him anyway.

He knows that he has no right to be this bitter. He could say something and Pepper and Rhodey would buy him the world. He loves them and he knows they love him, too.

Then came the Avengers in his tower and Tony secretly hopes they would throw a party for him. He had spent months of works for their birthday presents, so he was excited to see what he would get.

His last birthday with the avengers were unimportant. There was always an ultron, civil war or Loki. But now they had peace for almost two months. So he cant wait to see his friends.

The civil war was hard the first month but now he is glad that the team is back. He also met the guardians a few months ago and liked them as well. So yeah he was pretty happy.

Maybe this would be his first birthday that he actually liked!

Or not….

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Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 30


I could have magicked the bleach out of my hair that same morning.  I could have left the room looking like nothing had happened instead of enduring constant stares all day.  Now that it’s been twenty-four hours, it would be child’s play to spell the bleach away.

           Except I don’t.

           Because Snow can’t stop staring at it.

           And some things are worth the embarrassment.

           Besides, I’m about to pay him back in full.

           I strike early, immediately after breakfast. Snow and his ducklings stand in the hall outside our first class.  Bunce sees me first as I stalk towards them.  “Morning, Malfoy,” she calls to me, “isn’t the Slytherin common room the other way?”

           They’re all looking at me, Snow, Bunce and Wellbelove. Good.  Let them watch.

           I whip my wand from my pocket as I reach them and cast before anyone can react.

           “Not a word.”

           Snow opens his mouth to say something… and his voice freezes before it can get out.

           He clutches his throat and his eyes widen, and then the storm breaks.

           “WHAT THE HELL PITCH!”  Bunce actually manages to slam me against a wall with one mighty shove, and her wand is already at my neck.

           “Get off me, Bunce.”

           “Basilton Grimm-Pitch, you give him back his voice right now or I swear.”

           “Relax, Bunce,” I hiss down at her, barely able to see her when she’s this close.  “It’s only temporary.  He’ll be back to babbling by tomorrow morning.”  It’s an unfair thing to say, because Snow never babbles.  Sometimes he has difficulty even articulating his spells.

           “And what about in the meantime?” she snarls at me. “How’s he supposed to defend himself against whatever horrors you have in store for him if he can’t do magic?”

           “What if I told you I don’t have any horrors in store for him?”

           “Still,” Wellbelove pipes up, “stealing a mage’s voice? That’s cold, Basilton.”  She says it like she’s discussing the weather or the homework or what she’d like to eat tonight.

           “Not to mention totally illegal,” Bunce chimes in, and I don’t know if she’s correct on that or not, but I’m not about to fact-check her, especially not with her right in my face.

           “He’ll still be able to retaliate,” I say with a shrug.  “He certainly didn’t need magic to pour bleach in my shampoo.”

           “Why haven’t you fixed that yet, by the way?” Wellbelove asks.

           I look Snow directly in the eye.  “The perks,” I smirk, and to my delight his face goes red.  Merlin, this is fun.

“Your move,” I tell him before turning on my heel.


           I don’t know what kind of charm Bunce has placed on Snow, but through some miracle he manages to get through all of our classes without being called on.  It’s a little bit unfair that he has someone interfering, but I decide not to make a big deal of it. After all, Wellbelove was right. The voice is the most important weapon to a mage, and now that I’ve taken his, he’s no better than a Normal. At least for the day, anyway.  And though the added humiliation of not being able to speak when spoken to would have been amusing for me to watch, I figure I’ve ruined his day enough already.

           Besides, there’s a storm on its way.  If everything goes according to plan.

           Football practice goes longer than usual, until the sky is almost dark, and I can see Snow starting to flag by the time it’s over. It seems like he’s been trying to compensate for his lack of a voice by playing harder, and while he was admittedly almost unstoppable on the field, the extra work has clearly taken its toll. He’s still in the showers when I gather my things and head back to the room.

           It’s another fifteen minutes before he clomps to the top of the stairs.  He’s back in his regular clothes and his hair is extra curly from the shower, and before the door has fully fallen closed he flops onto his bed face-first and just lays there, breathing hard.  I shake my head at him from my bed before returning to my tablet.

           Eventually I see him kick off his shoes out of the corner of my eye.  He hauls himself up slowly like he’s carrying a sack of bricks on his back and throws the window open, leaning out of it and into the cold night air, sucking it in like he could get drunk on it.

           When he abandons the window to take his nightclothes into the bathroom, I decide I’ve gone long enough without being an arse.

           I get up and shut the window, then sit back down on my bed.

           Snow looks at it a long time when he comes back out, no doubt trying to remember whether he closed it or not.  He opens it.

           I wait until he’s sat on his bed again to walk over and shut it.  It hasn’t even been open a full ten seconds.

           Snow stares at me with a dismayed expression as I return to my bed.  He holds my gaze when he opens it again.  This time I spell it shut from my bed just to rub it in.

           He stands in exasperation and starts wildly gesturing from me to the window and back again, his mouth opening and closing silently like he’s forgotten there’s no voice coming out.

           “What is it, Snow?  Use your words.”

           I regret it the second it’s out.  His hands fall to his sides and his mouth closes slowly. He looks so heartbroken and I hate myself.  I hate myself.

           So much, in fact, that I get up and leave, making my way down to the catacombs to feed and yell at the walls.

           When I come back much later, Snow is sound asleep.

           I take a long look at him, how his eyelids settle into place and make him appear so real.  Like if I touched his skin right now it would feel different somehow, more physical.

           I open the window before climbing into bed.

smol-grumpy-goo  asked:

If you still wanted to do that writing prompt thing- either 47 and 48 paired together or 49 and 50 paired together with the boyf riends pl e a se

I couldn’t bring myself to write another angst one shot so I made fluff… too much fluff.
Also thank you so much for the prompt! :)

47 - “Kiss me”
48 - “Go on, I dare you”


Even after the events of last Halloween Jake just had to throw his annual party didn’t he? There was no stopping the boy. His house burns down and all he can think about is getting drunk on a national holiday - though Michael did see some of the appeal given that he did get high quite often. But that’s on his own, in the comfort of his basement where had nothing but the games he played to judge him. At a party, everyone turns into hawks, seeking out their next prey.

Michael had learnt his lesson from last year and there was no way he was going anywhere near Jake’s house that night, let alone inside it with a hundred drunk horny teenagers. Jeremy had tried to convince him that if he just stayed by him all night everything would be fine, but Michael knew Jeremy’s limits and drunk Jeremy was not someone he wanted to be depending on for a whole night. This one time, Jeremy thought it was a good idea to steal a sip of his father’s wine while he was asleep in front of the TV. As much as Michael protested, he did it anyway.

Jeremy ended up chugging the whole bottle.

Regardless, Michael found himself outside the party waiting to help Jeremy get home. His best friend had drunk texted him about an hour ago saying things like “Hey Mlke, yOU th ink Pigeons have feelings.?” and “OmG dude Rich just made out with JAKEholy shit you gotta get ovAR here!!!!”

He had replied to Jeremy a few minutes later telling him to meet him outside but had heard back no response. He really didn’t want to go in there. He really didn’t want to have to go through that all over again, not even for a few seconds. But for Jeremy, he would. He knew that if Jeremy was wasted enough to not reply to his messages, there was no hope for him. And that’s when Michael came in.

Full of regret, he opened Jake’s front door. The sound of karaoke, chugging, sex and laughing immediately hit Michael like a bus and he already wanted to crawl under a table. Good to know Jake was partying right. Restless to get out of there, Michael wormed his way through the crowd of drunk teens until he eventually found Jeremy, Rich, Jake, Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine gathered in a circle in the hallway. Most of them were flat out drunk, Michael noted, except for Christine (the presumably only responsible one there) and Jenna (who wanted to stay on high alert for any gossip to spill the next day). Jeremy was holding an iconic red plastic cup and laughing to himself, cheeks flushed and hair flown back with teenage grease. He looked pretty cute, Michael also noted.

“Michael! Oh thank goodness you’re here,” Christine cried, getting up from the circle and hauling Chloe with her. “I think it’s about time we all head home. Especially… ummm…”

She gestured to Jeremy, who was now being whispered something by Jake. The secret sentence shared between them made Jeremy even more flustered than he already was but nodded and smiled shyly. Michael didn’t really know what was going on and didn’t really care as to what the drunk teenagers were doing. That was, until Jeremy started to lean into Jake-

“OK THATS ENOUGH JEREMY GET UP!” He practically squeaked, yanking Jeremy off the ground before he could touch Jake. He noted the sight pout of Jake’s face until it shifted to a cheeky grin and a wink before turning back to Rich. Jeremy was a giggly mess as he said goodbye to everyone, heavily relying on Michael for support. Christine smiled and waved sweetly as the two left the household and soon it was just him and Jeremy waddling their way down the street towards Michael’s house.

“You really need to control your beer, dude,” Michael tried to break the awkward atmosphere between them, “this can’t happen every time you go to a party.”

Jeremy didn’t seem to be listening. He had a gigantic pout of his face and made a small huff at Michael.

“We were playing truth or dare.” He stated, a little louder than Michael would have wanted for someone who was pressed up against his ear.

“That’s great Jer.”

“Jake gave me a dare and you didn’t let me finish- *hic*- finish it! Now he’s gonna haaaate me Michael.”

His best friend sighed, “no ones gonna hate you for not completing a dare Jeremy.”

“But Miiiichael it was impoooortant!”

The two stumbled into the house and made their way slowly up to Michael’s room. After laying Jeremy down on his bed he sent a quick text to Jeremy’s dad to let him know his son was ok and was going to start getting ready for bed when he felt a hand tank on his hoodie, pulling him back into bed until he was faced with Jeremy climbing onto his lap and staring at him intently. The situation was all too sudden for Michael and, needless to say, his face soon matched the shade of his hoodie.

“JEREMY! What are you doing-”

“Since I couldn’t do it to Jake can I do my- *hic*- dare on you?” He stuttered, gripping to Michael’s shirt in fear of toppling backwards.

“Your… dare?”

“YESSS the dare! The one you wouldn’t let me do you… you meanie!”

Michael couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before him. Jeremy was sitting on Michael’s lap, practically straddling him, trying not to fall backwards out of laughter. His hair was a mess and his face was still bright red from the alcohol in his system. Needless to say, Jeremy wasn’t going to remember any of his in the morning… so what the hell.

“What was the dare?”

“You gotta let me do it fiiiirst.”

Michael sighed, “and why is that?”

“Cause..” Jeremy shifted awkwardly. “You might say no…”

Michael couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled at his friend. “Ok Jer. I promise I won’t back down. Whatever you’ve got for me I can take it! What did Jake say?”

Michael knew exactly what Jake had said before Jeremy even opened his mouth. He saw the look on his face after he had whispered the dare to Jeremy. He knew what he was about to hear.

“Kiss me.”

Michael didn’t need to be told twice.

He grabbed his best friend’s face and smashed their lips together. He didn’t really care that he had no idea what he was doing, the kiss was perfect all the same - even with the clattering teeth and skewed glasses.

Jeremy, however, had other ideas and he scrambled away after a couple of seconds leaving Michael extremely concerned.

“W…what?” He said, worried he had messed everything up. Their friendship, their partnership. Had he been reading it wrong?

Jeremy sat there pouting until he finally spoke: “I was meant to kiss you! That doesn’t count!”

Michael stared at his best friend for a couple of seconds before bursting out laughing, leading to a very flustered Jeremy shouting at him to stop it. He eventually managed to calm himself down enough to look back at Jeremy. And he smiled. Even if Jeremy didn’t remember anything in the morning, it would all be worth it. Just to know that he felt the same, that he was still the same Jeremy he had loved for how many years. Jeremy might not remember, but he would.

With that thought in mind. He swung his arms around his best friend’s neck and leaned in close.

“Go on, I dare you.”

Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice.

Waiting (Part Four)

Tony impresses Steve with his genius, and Steve realizes that Tony really has one of the softest hearts in the world. Then sexy times because… well, you know. And feels. You guys thought I was joking about the stupid amount of fluff in this fic and I totally wasn’t. These two are ridiculous.




“So this…” Steve turned in a slow circle, trying to take in the enormity of Tony’s lab. “This is all yours? This is incredible.”

“Yeah, it does alright.” Tony grinned at him from his desk chair, tapping idly on his tablet and watching the 3D graphic hovering in the air above him change with each typed command.

“Where would you even find technology like this?” Steve was just in awe, couldn’t stop staring at the computers, at the huge screens, at the diagrams and projections Tony could manipulate with just his fingers. He was even impressed/ scared to death by JARVIS, and Tony had laughed for a full five minutes when JARVIS had calmly greeted Steve as he entered the lab, and Steve had hit the ground, looking around for who could have such a booming voice.

“Baby, I invented this.” Tony waved his hand around the room. “Some of it is re-dos from Dads things, but most of it is just mine.”

“You invented all this?”

“Theres a reason Fury is pressing you to play nice with me so I help the military out.” Tony responded drily. “It’s not for my charm. Definitely for my tech. Not just the weapons we build either, Fury wants things like my AI’s and this little program–” he set his tablet down and waved his hands towards a corner, and a life size hologram of a man filled the space, detailed down to the pumping heart and  the veins running through the see-through fingers.

“This gem is something I’ve been working on for a few years. It basically acts as a 3D xray of a patient, that a doctor can then walk up to and mess with, see where breaks are or nerve blockages or tumours. Then the doctor can simulate a fix or a medication, and see in real time how the body would react. No more experimental procedures, no more hunting around in someone’s body to find cancer. It’s all right here. Obviously it’s more complicated than that, but that’s… I mean thats basically it.

“Tony, something like this could change the world.” Steve said earnestly. One of his favorite things about this new century was medical technology. Nobody died from small pox anymore. Diabetes was completely manageable. Asthma was barely a bump in the road. It was incredible. “Why wouldn’t you share this?”

“Because men like Fury don’t want it to cure cancer.” Tony said bitterly. “Fury wants it to test biological weapons on soldiers without actually using soldiers. To test things like that lovely serum you have pumping through your veins. He wants to use it to find better ways to kill people, and that’s not what the program is for. He told me it would help soldiers because as they fire simulated weapons at the hologram they can see exactly where the bullet goes and how much damage it can cause. They can test better ammunition, different bullets. No more trial and error.” He shook his head. “No, I know that the military can absolutely do some good with this program, but it would end up just being used to find faster ways to kill soldiers and I am not okay with that. Stark Industries has made enough money designing weapons. 99% of what we do now is purely tech and armor. Defensive not offensive.”

“So you just keep it here?” Steve asked, and watched the hologram curiously. “You’re never going to share it? I admire you for not just handing it over to the military, not with reasons like that, but isnt it wasted sitting in your lab?”

“Actually.” Tony clicked on something on his computer and the hologram switched from pale blue to red, the veins turning white. “When you and I go to the Captain America Annual Ball and Charity Gala for the Children tonight, I will be donating the program to the New York City Children’s hospital.”

“Sorry, the Captain America—”

“Annual Ball and Charity Gala for the Children.” Tony finished. “Dad started it after he and Mom got together. Named it after you because everyone’s willing to donate to something patriotic like the memory of a soldier. And now that you are home again, it will be a hell of a turnout. Last year something like seventeen million was donated to the Children’s hospital from this event. I imagine we will double that this year.”

“Wow.” Steve was impressed, floored really at that amount of money. “So you are just going to give them this program?”

“Right.” Tony started shutting down his programs, even though the hologram in the corner stayed there. “Because kids shouldn’t have to be held down and poked and prodded and sent for dozens of tests just for the doctors to tell the parents something awful. No this will change all that. Maybe won’t change the diagnosis, but now at least they will know right away what’s wrong and options instead of finding out too late.”

“And I’m donating it,” he continued, folding his arms over his chest. “Because it shouldn’t cost money to find out what’s hurting your child. I’ve known people who lost their homes paying for medical bills and that's…” his jaw clenched. “That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard. This program will cost the hospital nothing, and I’ve written into the contract that if they charge the patients when they  need to use it that I will absolutely take it back.”

“You’re amazing.” Steve murmured, and held out his hand to pull Tony to his feet. “You’re amazing, do you know that?”

“Yeah well, my soulmate spent an awful lot of time sick.” Tony half joked, his eyes serious. “The least I can do is make sure everyone else’s soulmates grow up healthy right? At least until super soldier serum becomes available over the counter?”

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okay so. as someone who runs one of the very, very few ocpd-centric blogs on tumblr (not this one, i mean @thatocpdfeel ), its actually so upsetting how little people know abt ocpd, even here on tumblr amongst other mental health bloggers. not to say anything bad abt those bloggers!!! its just not spoken abt much. maybe thats because its not as common as, like, bpd or avpd, but its also because SO many ocpd symptoms are ENCOURAGED by society. i get so many tags on my posts saying “thats an ocpd thing???” or “thats not normal???” or “im not supposed to do that???” like so much of what is killing us from the inside are things parents, teachers, and guardians all think are positive attributes to have, but we internalize those things in such a twisted and intense way that we suffer and yet are idealized for our suffering.
ive had so many people with other illnesses, like depression, tell me how ocpd has its upsides because i can be productive and get stuff done when they cant even get out of bed. thats not how it works.
ocpd is not being perfect.
ocpd is NEEDING to be perfect because even the tiniest mistake means you are the scum of the earth and deserve to die.
ocpd is not double checking your work to make sure you got everyting right because you want a good score.
ocpd is perfecting the wording of a single sentence because if it doesnt imply the exact thought you are trying to get across then it means you have failed and even if it is still technically right and no points are taken off, inside you know that it was wrong and it COULD have been better and your personal standards are ten times higher than the official standards because you know that the goals you need to reach to be successful are leaps and bounds above what the average person needs, not because you are better than them but because you must strive to become better than them at all cost because second best is still a loser.
ocpd is not orangizing your work station before starting a new project.
ocpd is crying and screaming while you trash 42 different versions of the same attempted project and shoving everything off your desk and wanting to pull out your hair or bang your head on a wall because you messed it up so many times already and if you dont get it right this time you will never get it and you will be marked as a failure for the rest of your life, unable to accomplish literally anything and youre so terrified of that thought you take six hours to scrub at your desk and mop the floor and take a razor to that bit of wax thats been stuck on the leg of your chair for a week and half and meticulously organize everything into boxes, counting every ration you put in to make sure they all even out, and listing everything thats there and labeling the boxes then straight up leaving the work area and not thinking about the project for another month.
ocpd is not having a folder of all your important documents because you know you will need them some time.
ocpd is having six folders, each containing vastly different documents, some of which are important, some of which are just old receipts to mcdonalds, some are keepsakes from friends, some of which are just a scap of paper with scribbles that you dont remember what they mean but maybe one day you will, and the rest are just any paper youve ever come across in your life. theyre all just as important as everything else though because the thought of prioritising them is nearly incomprehensible because they are all important and you need them all for equally important things so when you need, like, that paper for your auto insurance you first must sift through six hundred pages of notes your friends passed back and forth in middle school over five years ago and you dont even talk to them anymore but you absolutely cannot get rid of them. its all so important.
ocpd is not being productive.
ocpd is waking up and remembering that you are an inherently flawed and imperfect being, but also that your worth in this world is defined by what you put into it, so even if you cant be perfect, if you make enough perfect stuff or do enough stuff perfectly, it will all give the illusion to others as well as yourself that you are perfect. so you push yourself to do whatever it is you do. regardless of your other illnesses, you work and and try to be as productive as you possibly can because thats your only chance. you go into work sick. you push yourself past your limits, past what you know you are physically/mentally able to do, and you suffer for breaching those limits but all that pain is WORTH it because you are temporarily overcome with a sense of accomplishement and SOMEONE is finally proud of you. you did something right FOR ONCE. so even if you go completely nonverbal, or lay in bed for the next week in pain, or end up in the ER, or seventeen other things didnt get done, there was the most brief sense of absolute euphoria even if its almost immidiately replaced by a sense of overwhelming anxiety about what you messed up, forgot, did wrong, or ignored to achieve that feeling and the cycle of fixing, fixing, fixing repeats itself. ocpd is not being bossy, egotistical, or controlling. ocpd is a deeply psychological understanding that even the most insignificant mistake will reflect back on you in the most exaggerated and horrendous way possible. its knowing that if you ask your friend to go get you a red pen, but they bring you a blue one, and you dont know they got blue instead, so if you write even the smallest mark in that blue ink, even if its technically okay to write in red or blue, you specified red, so the fact that its blue makes it wrong and unnacceptable so in your mind its better to drop what your doing and get the correct red pen yourself even if its right beside your friend and you are already focusing on something else. the concept of asking others to do something, not even something in a manner of helping you but just to divide up jobs evenly, its absolutely impossible. because if they do something wrong, it will reflect on you, then you did something wrong and we both know that doing something wrong is completely out of the question. you would rather multitask four things at once, but the sight of someone else just twiddling their thumbs while you bust your ass is so infuriating! why cant they do what you are doing? why cant they just read your mind and know exactly what you need, when you need it, and be helpful? thats what you would do if they were in your situation! if they were working like you, you would hand them everything. you would also probably go ahead and just put that back for them. well, you could also handle that too. and before you know it, their job is your job and there they are twiddling their thumbs and looking at you for a job to do. its the phrase “if you want something done right, do it yourself” taken to a whole other level. ocpd is so much more than what people think. were more than just a “type a personality” or “perfectionists” and its not just “mild ocd” either. ocpd is painful. please remember that.

dark and host headcanons cuz i live for angst

k so first of all HUGE trigger warning for abuse like if ur sensitive for this stuff don’t read this. second of all this was inspired by both my own expreciences and @alcordraws headcanons

- the way dark abuses the host is extremely subtle, unless you’re very close to the host himself you will probably never even know it’s happening

- but underneath the surface there is an endless cycle going on

- dark treats him like a friend, but if host says anything he doesnt like he completely ignores him until the host says sorry even though he doesnt want to.

- the host has to basically walk on eggs around dark, constantly scared to say the wrong thing

- dark almost never actually beats him but has no problem yelling at him when they’re alone.

- he will grab him by the wrist and drag him to a secluded area, preferably dark’s own office because nobody will come in

- whenever this happens he tears off the host’s bandage to remind him of how vulnerable he is

- making the host wait is his preferred way of keeping him in check

- he will make the host wait hours for a response to a text even though he has plenty of time to respond. he knows it makes the host more vulnerable to manipulation when he has been desperate for darks attention for hours on end.

- however if the host doesn’t respond to a text from dark within 5 minutes, all hell breaks loose. 

- this causes the host to constantly be on edge because he doesn’t want to make dark angry. (he actually slowly starts leaving his house less so he can be there as soon as dark texts him)

- when he does leave his house dark will demand a check up every half hour, needing a picture where he can see where he is and with who.

- wilford and the others try to make him realise what dark is doing to him but he brushes it off. i mean, dark is just worried about his well-being, right?

-dark notices this and starts telling him to stop hanging out with the other ego’s. they just want me away from you because they don’t like me, they’re trying to start drama. don’t listen to them.

- host continues to secretly talk to the other ego’s but when dark finds out he is pissed. he yells at him, tell him that he should’ve just left him to die in that stupid shed, that he hates him, that he’s not worth ANYTHING and that nobody else will ever care about him.

- after that he completely ignores the host for a month and it drives him crazy, he’s already been pushed away from his friends too much to talk to them and dark ignores him, getting mad at him for as much as trying to say hi to him. 

- until one day he suddenly starts treating the host as his friend again and even though he doesnt even like dark anymore at this point, he just goes along because he’s fully convinced dark is the only one that cares about him

- dark is the only one who can ever have attention no matter what happens to the host dark. goes. first.

idk i’m not good with words i hope this was sort of okay-ish

alright i was gonna save this to be a big surprise but this story’s too good to pass up

buckle up yall this one’s a long one

so right now i’m working on something i call a Slow Sequence, which is just the parts of jack and casie that arent just jack and casie lost in the woods. they’re top down more traditional rpg segments where you can manage your inventory, relax, and engage in some good old wholesome messing-with-casieisms

here’s an early look:

i’ve been working on this for the past week now and i’ve basically got them ready to go, ready to replace the existing shop sequences with an entirely new screen that allows you to do a little exploration and conversation before you get back out into the world and into Fast Sequences (the normal game). this morning in particular i was working in over drive. probably because i’ve been working my ass off on commissions and i might be in a like, productivity frenzy

i managed to crank out a new tileset i liked, some new dialogue, developed a vision for Casie’s Outpost (it’s probably not actually called that, but it’s the outpost that casie lives at, so let’s call it that for now) (it’s either that or “outpost 22″ which just doesnt make any sense yet so like lesser of two evils here) in a couple hours

and then i ran out of memory.

gm8.1 has a very particular quirk that i like that makes it really good at rapid prototyping and it’s that it saves all of the shit you do to ram instead of the hard drive. this means that you can start a game really fast without having to wait for an entire new save cycle and recompilation which makes it really good for brute forcing code, which is basically the breadth of my programming playbook. hit it over and over until it works. unfortunately, hitting things over and over will eventually (read: after 4+ hours of work with very large files) swamp gm’s alotted memory, and cause gm to lock up. but running out of memory is a hunter not unbeknownst to its prey. i have a contingency. my contingency is to save immediately, and have backups in case something goes wrong. which sometimes it does.

i would say it’s like a 90/10 chance

anyway, today this corrupted my file.

and corrupted my automatically generated backup save file. 

because i accidentally hit the save button twice.

this was about an hour and a half ago. yes, the filename for this subproject was literally just called ‘fuck’. that was the word that was on my mind at the time. i dont think i was upset or anything i was just like ‘fuck’ but like, thats how i always am. the intention was to just import the project into gms and then merge it wholesale with the main jack and casie project, so the title of the 8.1 version mattered very little. you should see the rest of them. i have 4 files called temp0 through temp4 and some of them are just backups of the same file

anyway, if i had just failed to save or something (or just closed the window without trying to save) i would have lost 30 minutes worth of work. but because i took my shots, i lost weeks of work. like, the majority of the month of february. there’s supposed to be a demo out in march. march is in 7 days.

i went to bed and began to rethink my options. and also fall asleep, because i have been up for like 19 hours and i had just eaten and basically i was a mess of debuffs at that very second. fortunately, because i am a big fuckin showoff and enjoy rubbing my shit in people’s faces, i had a cache of shit lying around on discords and slacks and line chats i guess that i could just re-integrate back into my tileset proper but that would still leave me without the conversation engine which is stupidly robust and involved and took the majority of the time (the rest of the time was like, not even drawing the tileset: more like working out what the fuck non-enemy things would look like in jack and casie) i had spent on coding fuck.gm81. i had already done it once though so i had worked out the theory, so i just had to do it again. which i could do! it would just take all day.

there’s an exhibition tomorrow. and i was falling asleep. it was at this very second i realized that my mistake in accidentally pressing a finicky touch keyboard button twice had actually ruined pretty much everything, and decided to actually fall asleep in order to hide from my problems

so i laid there for like 45 minutes, ostensibly trying to go to sleep. not even really mad at this point or even like upset. more like that perfect trance like state of being simultaneously so infuriated but also so completely defeated that youre aware that raising a hand at all in protest is a waste of energy so instead you decide to just fuckin sit there, grimacing, trying to will a solution into existence

game maker studio has an import function that pulls information from a .gm81 file. it’s kind of finicky and kind of weird because it reads every asset one at a time and imports them one at a time so it’s kind of slow but you get to see a nice big bar that fills up as gms works its way through your file. it’s pretty satisfying. also, fuck.gm81 wasn’t an empty file. it was like 92kb or something. it wasnt corrupted in that it disintegrated or something and all the packets were destroyed, it was more like something was just being read wrong by gm8.1

i realized this all at once. i then realized i was screaming

importing it to gms worked

not perfectly, but well enough

i could fix a broken system in a heartbeat. or at least faster then i could build a new one.

the biggest problem is the obvious corruption. apparently, because i ran out of memory building backgrounds, the backgrounds are what got corrupted. in particular the main tileset that i had been working on for the past couple days had completely been replaced by just a sheer 255 255 255 black. but more importantly all the new art i had done for casie and company are OK, and my code is OK, and after a little digging i found a screenshot i had posted around of Casie’s Outpost in development

and now i just have to

rip my own

pixel art

but it beats doing it over again!

Learn To Appreciate Me, Reggie Mantle

Reader x Reggie Mantle

(because there has yet to be enough Reggie Mantle reads)


Reggie Mantle. Typical jock with a douchebag persona. Likes to flirt with girls but isn’t into commitment. So why was I wasting my time pining over him, I am not sure. It all started in the summer I guess, my cousin Moose was having a beach party. Bring your own alcohol and food type. Everyone was drinking, swimming, and playing some volley ball or football. I remember when I arrived with an oversized shirt and loose shorts, becoming the butt of Reggie’s endless taunting. How satisfying it was to shut him up when I took both off to reveal my figure hugging bikini. I wasn’t prepared for all the flirting and sweet talking from him though. The day ended with me laying under Reggie Mantle, as we made out for an hour straight. He drove me home and left with a “I’ll call you”. He never called of course.

First week at school and already I’m feeling drained, I need coffee. I brushed some lint off my River Vixens uniform skirt, waiting for the damn bell to ring so I could go get lunch already. “Pssst, Grace,” A deep voice whispered from behind making me turn in my seat. Speak of the devil, it was Reggie. I wanted to tell him to fuck off but as a cheerleader I cannot exhibit such vulgar behavior. Crock of shit if you ask me. “Yes, Mantle?” I asked with a sarcastic smile. “Milkshakes later at Pop’s?” He asked confidently. I blinked at him in confusion, was he for real? Half of me was begging to say yes but I know my worth, I will not be made a fool of. “No thank you, I already have a date today at Pop’s,” Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why couldn’t you have plainly said no? His face competed into one of displeasure and… disappointment? Or is that heartbreak? Hmmmmm. I turned away and was relieved when the bell finally rang, I grabbed my bag and headed out of the class.

I should have just said no, why do I get myself into such messes? I entered Pop’s and went straight to the counter, ordering fries and a strawberry shake. I turned and scoped out who I can possibly coerce into my stupid lie. Too old. Too little. Too girly. And too broody. I saw with wide eyes Reggie’s car pull into the lot. Shit. Broody will have to do. I grabbed my fries and shake and instantly sat across Jughead Jones, mysterious and weirdo of Riverdale. He glanced up from his laptop in confusion, furrowing his brows at the sight of a ‘popular’ girl sitting with him. “ I lied about something and I need you to play along just for now and I will forever be indebted to you for this so please and thank you,” I rushed out all in one breath before Reggie entered the diner. I proceeded to let out a false and loud girly laugh, a hand over my mouth as I stared at Jughead with which I hope was lovey dovey eyes. “Thats hilarious, Juggie,” I giggled, fluttering my eyes a bit at him. Reggie was staring over here, I could feel the anger, disgust, and confusion in his glare. Jughead seemed to get a grip on what I was trying to do and simply smirked at me. “What can I say, you bring out the comedian in me,” He replied smoothly, stealing a fry from my basket. “Grace and Ted Bundy? You’re on a date with basket case here?” Reggie scoffed as he stood near me. “Don’t call him those things. Maybe you’re just jealous that he has all of my attention right now. Jughead is a way better date than you and he actually calls,” I sassed as I stood up to glare at Reggie Mantle. Jughead looked a little surprised that I was defending him when we barely knew each other but hey he was nice enough to help me out so might as well return the favor. “You passed me up for American Psycho here? Grace, I meant to call back, I just got busy with practicing for football,” Reggie replied. “Football, huh? Thanks for showing me where your priorities lie, Reggie Mantle. Now if you don’t mind, I have a date to finish with the handsome, intelligent, and talented Jughead Jones,” I finished, flipping my hair so that it slapped his chest and sitting back down. Reggie looked at Jughead murderously before finally leaving the diner. “Thanks for that, defending me when he called me those names,” Jughead said with a quick turn up of his lips. I breathed out in relief and smiled softly at him. “No problem, thanks for pretending to be my date,” I responded, drinking from my milkshake after. Strangely enough, we had a good time. He would type away from time to time but I didn’t mind, it was a nice silence. Romantically interested? No not really, I can see us hopefully becoming good friends.

Drive-In Movie Night, I sat inside my car alone, eating popcorn and drinking Cherry Coke. I didn’t mind it though, I won’t have to be bothered by the suffocating pressure to make out with someone during a film. Jughead had invited me to come, going on about how unfair it was to close the drive-in. I felt like there was more to it but decided that it wasn’t any of my business. “Grace?” That stupid deep voice that always seemed to make me melt called. I turned my head to see Reggie, leaning his head down to see inside my car. “Go away, Mantle,” I drawled with a roll of my eyes before turning to face the screen again. I could hear him open my car door and sit inside. “Are you really that moronic, I said go away,” I gritted my teeth, refusing to look at him. He probably looks gorgeous right now with that glow of the screen on his face and that stupid smirk. “I’m sorry I didn’t call okay, I should have let you know that you are more than just a summer fling. And I want to make it up to you, I want to take you out on dates and take stupid pictures of us doing basic couple shit because you’re worth it. You deserve flowers and all that mush, and if you’d let me I would give it to you all,” He confessed, the intensity in his eyes and words leaving me breathless. I stared at him in shock before closing my eyes in thought. “Please, Grace,” He murmured softly, his hand covering mines. I opened my eyes and smiled, intertwining our hands and leaning into Reggie. His eyes seemed to light up as I scooted closer to him. “One more chance, you screw this up and I am done, Reggie Mantle,” I warned as his other arm went around my shoulders. “I’ll treat you like a freaking princess, Gracie,” He promised. He kissed the top of my head making my stomach feel all tingly and floaty. I guess Reggie can be a romantic.

anonymous asked:

In weibo fandom, they were like no matter what, they have the concept which is bangtan didn't appear at the main that's mean media blackout-.- No matter how i explained that bangtan actually have many news article but they still like "other star's married/ pregnant news can be at main for whole day, but bangtan just appeared for one hour" it's clearly that korea media want to suppress bangtan achievement, and they only left army and bighit at their back....oh gosh I was so frustrate reading that

i don’t know how many times i had to sigh today. i’m so, so, so, so fking frustrated that just thinking of typing the explanation stresses me out already and looking at those ridiculous reasons people come up with, i’m surprised my head hasn’t exploded already.

1) naver, daum, nate are NOT news sites. they are search portals and forums, the equivalent of google. as long as an article is up on the internet, it can be found on those sites as well.

2) ALL of the media outlets i listed in the previous list, their articles about bts at bbmas can be found on naver (which is how i got their names to make the list, by searching for “bts” on naver and scrolling through the first 30 40 pages until i reach the article of them departing to get all the articles). hell, they were even on radios and printed newspapers.

3) news come and go. news revolve all the time. those portal sites’ main page are updated regularly. know why an article about marriage/pregnancy/scandal gets more attention than good news like winning an award, setting the record and writing the history? because they’re shocking, they’re scandals, they are what the human nature craves for: something shocking and scandalous to discuss, argue and criticize. why do journalists dig for celebrities’ scandals? because people crave for those, people want to see others crumble and fall apart, people feel the need to voice their opinions and criticize it. and when you give them something they want: a scandal, they read the news, comment on it and read it. the more clicks an article or a video gets, the more viral it gets, the hotter the issue becomes, and it leads to follow-up articles/videos, which means more money. a scandal gets attention from both fans and non-fans, while a positive article gets less. it’s how the media works.

4) people said news about bts winning at bas wasn’t on naver’s main page? let me say this again: it did. it was on naver’s main page at the entertainment section after they won, the keyword “bts”, “bbmas” and “bts bbmas” were on the top 10 real-time most searched keywords on naver after the win and once again when tv news broadcasted about their win.

5) people said again that it was only there for hours, not a whole day? refer to (3) again.

6) bts got much less media coverage last year but that didn’t stop them from blowing up, so why the fuss over all of this now? do you ever think excessive media coverage for bts would bring the opposite effect instead of what you want it to be? 1) they can be suspected and criticized for excessive media play, 2) people can get fed up with the amount of news about bts going around that they start to hate him (the same thing is happening to p101 because there were too many posts about p101 on pann). bts IS being recognized in korea, from regular people to celebrities, they know their name and at least one of their songs. worrying over how much coverage they get is not something worth doing now. as long as they continue to release quality music, people will know about them without needing extensive media coverage. what you should do right now is stream their mvs, stream their songs, buy their albums, support them mentally if you are not financially capable by sending them supportive messages, NOT making up, wasting time and energy on conspiracy theories.

yoki2ginko  asked:

Do you think mob would give lamppost spirit his frog umbrella if in return he could request a temporary alteration in reality in which he doesn't have powers? (Or, alternatively, for muscles)

hi hello this exploded into a ficlet but like. a very vague one. Im sorry I did this to your ask I cant help it this is a very good idea

for anyone who dont know what this is referring to, it’s this post

the deal: 

you have twenty-four hours 

you will have all the memories needed

none will be the wiser

you just have to believe with all your might.

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Bad Boy!Jin

It’s time for the next series! This one is going to be a bad boys series (these could get long idek I really like the bad boy concept) I’m so excited, thank you to Hufflepuff anon for requesting this, starting off with our precious lil eomma Kim Seokjin (I’m also making this a high school AU so it’s like two for the price of one)

  • I’m just gonna give you a lil image to work with here
  • We all know Jin’s broad as a damn door so just picture him in that black leather jacket
  • He sometimes doesn’t even wear a leather one but it’s always black
  • His hair's black too and basically everything he wears is black bc have ever seen the Japanese version of Danger? That's bad boy!Jin’s look right there 
  • D e f i n i t e l y has a lip piercing, has a few in his ears as well   
  • At first people don’t take him seriously as a “bad boy” bc he’s so pretty
  • But he’s tall as hell and he like doesn’t even have to fight anyone, he just has to stand up and move to take his jacket off and they’d see how broad and tall he is and just be like lol jk man I don’t want to mess with you
  • He doesn’t really talk to anyone tbh
  • Like he has his group of friends but outside of them everyone just gets a glare instead of a response
  • Tbh he’s the calmest in the group but like one day he sees someone picking on Kookie and it’s all over
  • He’s just immediately got them against the locker
  • “What’d you say about my little brother?”
  • Tbh they all go everywhere together
  • If they’re not in class, they’re together
  • And sometimes some guys that are just looking to look tough try to corner one of them but it never ends well bc the other six just walk up behind them and they all bolt off so quick bc yeah maybe they can handle a few but seven??? nope no thnx
  • Doesn’t help that they’re all ripped
  • You’ve never said a single word to Jin before, you had a few classes together but you two sat far away from each other and like you’d never even thought to speak to him since he never spoke to anyone
  • You do think he’s cute though like you’ve never seen him do anything mean so you assume he’s not all that bad
  • But one day after school you decide you want to go to the bakery your mother always gets sweets from
  • It’s just this really cute lil bakery near your house but it has the most amazing sweets ever
  • You step in and it just smells so fantastic like they have fresh bread, they have cakes, they have cookies, they have everything
  • They’ll even make you something for lunch if you ask like you’ve come over from school just to ask the owner, Mrs. Kim, if she’d make you something and she always has like five plates for you
  • But what you don’t expect to see is Jin standing behind the counter, placing fresh cookies into the display case
  • He still has black clothes on but now he has this cute lil apron covering them and he actually looks like a typical teenager instead of one of the most intimidating boys in school
  • He does recognize you bc he has a huge crush on you
  • He doesn’t know what to do bc his instincts are saying to hide bc of all people to have to see him in this light pink apron holding a tray of cookies it has to be you
  • He listens to his instincts and just ducks behind the counter even though you’ve already seen him and he knows that very well but he figures it’s worth a try
  • He hears you laugh and he can’t help the lil smile that appears on his face and it’s just like no he refuses to have a crush on someone he’s never even said hello to 
  • You walk over to the counter and you have to lean over it a bit and you just see him crouched down using the tray as a shield to hide his face
  • “Do you think I could get one of those cookies?”
  • He’s kinda ??? bc he was expecting you to immediately start laughing at him or threaten to tell the entire school but you’re just more focused on the last cookie on the tray
  • But like he also kinda wanted it tbh and you can see his hesitation so you offer to share half of it
  • He gives you the bigger half
  • You’re just sitting there munching on your cookie but the reality of it is both of you are trying not to stare at the other bc you both find each other really attractive and it’s actually really hard to not just stare at his eyes bc they’re so pretty
  • You eventually decide on your order and the entire time you’re paying, he doesn’t say anything 
  • He finally speaks up when you’re putting your wallet away
  • “Hey…you won’t tell anyone about this right?”
  • His voice is so much softer than you expected
  • Like you just want to sit there and talk to him all day bc it’s so nice
  • You just hold up your half of the cookie and tell him that was the price of keeping the secret
  • He can’t help but smile bc he finds that adorable and you literally have to say wow out loud
  • You tell him his smile is beautiful and he’s just like what
  • His crush thought he had a beautiful smile this was the best day ever
  • He completely drops the bad boy thing and lets out this lil cheer and he’s just grinning to himself
  • You’re laughing again bc this can’t be the same Jin you knew from school
  • His smile only gets wider bc now you’re smiling at him and he doesn’t even remember giving his mouth permission to say it but the next thing he knows he’s asking if you want to eat your sweets with him
  • You have time to spare so you say yes and he comes out to sit with you at one of the tables
  • You split your sweets with him (he tells you he’ll refill your order for free before you leave)  
  • You pull out your notebook at one point to ask him a question about one of your classes together and he sees a Mario sticker on the cover of it and his eyes just light up s o bright
  • He’s immediately asking you if you play Mario and you two end up sitting there for an hour discussing how Princess Peach is constantly getting kidnapped
  • “Seriously, when are they getting her a guard? It happens every time”
  • He ends up walking you home and he can’t even snap back into badass mode bc you two somehow ended up holding hands and he's just really happy
  • He tries to be all casual when he asks you to get dinner with him on Friday but he ends up stuttering on the last word
  • You honestly just find it that much more endearing and give him your number so you two can plan it out
  • Before he leaves you grab his arm and lean up to kiss his cheek
  • “I like the real Jin a lot more than cool Jin”
what im weak for this week

SOOOOO i haven’t done one of these in almost a month! i think it’s high-time to get back on track again! hopefully i can come out with the next one on the 11th instead of a month later.

this is long. like srsly long. like wow. it took me an hour. i could’ve written a whole fic.

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let me explain something called DSPD, or Delayed Sleep Phase Disorder.

it’s often mistaken for insomnia, however they are two separate sleep disorders which are totally different from eachother.

insomnia is when people have a hard time falling asleep at all no matter what time it is or how tired they are. people claim to have insomnia when they’re up late and can’t sleep for some hours and end up falling asleep at like 2am. however that also is not insomnia. a true insomniac would be awake for at least a week straight and be getting drivin insane by their sleep deprivation.

DSPD however, is nowhere near. people with DSPD sleep the same amount of hours a person without it would sleep, with just as good quality. the only difference is the time.

for example a normal person would be asleep from 9pm to 6am right? let’s say their friend is also asleep for the same amount of hours. from 11pm to 8am. get it? same amount of hours asleep, just a few hours off.

now a person with DSPD is the same way, except with hours deemed “unreasonable” by society. for example falling asleep at 6am and waking up at 3pm. or 7am-4pm. same amount of sleep. just at the wrong time.

this is where this becomes a problem. because as you know, the world runs on a schedule including school and work where people have to wake up around 6 and 7am.

imagine falling asleep at 6am and waking up at 7am every day 5 times in a row. or a lot of the time getting barely any sleep at all. like falling asleep at 6:50 and getting up at 7.

imagine going a whole buisness week on about 3 hours worth of sleep.

that is where people would mix up dspd for insomnia. “you were up all night again? you must have insomnia”.

however, if you were allowed to do things on your own schedule, for example on weekends and during school vacations, you’d sleep perfectly fine although untimely, where a person with insomnia would not still not get any sleep at all.

not only do you get a tiny bit of sleep during the school week, but you have to read boring books and fill out work sheets and do math problems and write essays at what feels like 12 midnight to you every day. they also want you to do physical excersize. and youre surrounded by people who dont like you and make fun of you. and then the school expects you to go home and do even more work sheets and reading and math problems and essays. and if you don’t do this you’re labeled a problem child or a bad person and a failure and stupid. and you fail at life with no education and no career and no success whatsoever.

then imagine being told you’re not even allowed to drink coffee or energy drinks in the morning to try helping because it’s either not good for you or too expensive.

DSPD cannot be simply solved with “going to bed earlier”. it has nothing absolutely NOTHING to do with what you’re doing “instead of sleeping.”. trust me it’s not a choice. you dont decide for this to happen to you. you dont want this. it’s a terrible thing that i do not want. its horribly lonely and stressful. thats like telling someone who got hit by a drunk driver that they wanted to get hit by a car because they had to cross the street. exactly. it’s just mean and doesn’t make any sense.

it’s not a matter of refusing sleep. it’s not “fighting your tiredness because you choose to stay up”. its not an excuse.

“you’re up all night because you’re too interested in your phone” this is not true.
if you were to take away the phone and laptop and video games, i would still be wide awake way untill the sun comes up. unless i cry myself to sleep. I’ve been like this since around 6th grade. and back then i didnt have a phone screen to stare it. i had a microwave with a digital clock on it and a window. so where does the “awake because of phone” part kick in??

but yes. while I’m awake, I’m on my phone or computer or video game because why revert to staring at the wall and ceiling (because i no longer have the microwave and window) when i can at least watch a tv show online or play a game, something to entertain myself while I’m stuck awake because it feels like 2 in the afternoon to me. not only does it entertain me but it distracts me from the thoughts that would otherwise tear me apart. and a lot of the times crying yourself to sleep doesnt work and now you’re just awake and sad with wet hair and pillows and a runny/stuffed nose. which makes it even harder to sleep. lets not even get into the mysophonia part when i dont even have my headphones at least.

there’s nothing online that wont be there in the morning. it’s not like I’m staying up on my phone because i think I’d miss out on something otherwise. it’s actually really really lonely. imagine being awake for the majority of hours that your friends are sleeping. nobody is posting anything new to look at or read for the rest of the night. you can message them all you want but they wont see it until you’re already asleep. and vice versa. imagine waking up too late for plans to be made. imagine waking up wanting to go outside with your friends but the place you want to go to closes in 3 or 4 hours and even if it doesnt, your metro card expires at that time. or imagine waking up when the freaking sun is going down. nobody understands how upsetting that is. you feel like you only have a certain amount of days to live and you just spent another one sleeping. you didnt even get to see the sun today.

to add onto it, on non-school days, have everyone insisting you go to sleep at 10 or 11 when you’ve only been awake for 4 or 5 hours and a school session is at least 8 hours. and then they say “you’re tired you’re just fighting the sleepiness because you want to be on your phone”.
it cannot easily be fixed by staying up all night. but it has helped some people to stay up more than 78 or more hours to the point of exhaustion and passing out at a “reasonable hour”. but simply being tired does not mean you can fall asleep at a decent hour. it’s much more than when you’re tired and arent tired. its not as simple as “go to bed early wake up early”. there’s actually chemicals in your brain that are released at “sleep time” that makes you tired at a certain time.

biological clock exists. hormones are released at night that make people tired. you’re trained to this routine from a baby. up at day, sleep at night. up at day, sleep at night. your brain picks up the pattern. like how you automatically know which song lyrics are coming next to a song you’ve heard a bazillion times. its automatic. but for people with dspd, it gets messed up somehow. it can be anything from training yourself, for example if you work a night shift for a long time. it can also be caused by puberty. which is why DSPD affects 17% of adolescents and sometimes begins in childhood. for people with dspd, your brain releases this hormone at the wrong time. like your obnoxious ringtone blairing loudly at a movie theater. feeling a sudden strong urge to go to sleep in the middle of math class.

dspd has very low awareness and is sometimes labeled as an excuse or non-existent because its often self-diagnosed since a lot of doctors have never even heard of it unless theyre a neurologist or specialized sleep dr. but look it up. it’s very real. and I’m living proof.
this is not for attention begging. I’m just tired of explaining it and felt like venting. and I’m tired of overhearing people make fun of me or complain about how i sleep in class all the time and how i never play in gym. it hurts. and some days i can get a grip and manage to be awake through a whole school day just to hear someone angrily mutter “go back to sleep” when i do something annoying. because when i have energy in me i tend to be a hyper giggly musical person which people find annoying. well excuse me for being awake enough to have my real personality.

mochipoof  asked:

Could you write how the RFAs would react to MC moving in with them? How it comes up? How life is for the first few weeks or something haha :') Do they just buy a house?

a/n i’m going to do the first few days week/s with the RFA because hOLY FUCK? they’d ALL stay where they currently are at first but i think they’ all move somewhere bigger when they got married or had kids?? they’re still just bf/gf so no mortgages for now ;u;


  • i think he’d suggest moving in but very indirectly 
  • “ i wouldn’t be late to classes if you woke me up directly you know..
  • “yeah maybe idk”
  • “… I mean only if you want you I’m not forcing you” (he’s whispering by the end of it)
  • so it’d be very quick and very short notice and when did this happen i’m literally moving into a 4 year old’s house isn’t this illEGAL??
  • so you’d bring in the last box and and you’’d shut the door and just stand there like
  • “this is home now I guess?”
  • then it’d hit both of you that like you live together now and all of a sudden he’s shy and just kinda scratching the back of his neck
  • “so..”
  • “yeah..”
  • “want to play LOLOL?” guys .. what did you even expect
  • the first few weeks would consist of snuggling and playing games and onesies -  it’s like the first few hours of a sleepover when everyone’s reaALLY hyper
  • there’d be unpacked boxes everywhere for weEKS (lazy mfs)
  • also the first few weeks would be living off ramen and sweets and getting 0 sleep (take this however you want)
  • you don’t even argue over chores because who gives a fuck they can just chill there
  • when theres a bug in the attic you’re both screaming aren’t you supposed TO BE A WARRIOR YOOSUNG
  • - WAIT hand me the frying pan we will outflank the enemy and i will protect you princess
  • the wasp comes closer and you both never return to the attic ever again
  • for now you probably both sleep on a pikachu bean bag or something because his single bed doesn’t fit to both of you and he feels guilty sleeping on the bed
  • the good guy who always puts the toilet seat down after he uses the toilet after the one time you flipped out on him
  • moving in with Yoosung means he doesn’t get as flustered anymore around you
  • you see him shouting and laughing a lot more and less blushing and wow 
  • you didn’t think you could fall in love with him any more until you saw him curled up on the couch with his bear onesie 
  • fuck he’s the cute one in this relationship isn’t he (yep)
  • so obviously you curl up next to him 


  • this cliche motherfucker i hatE HIM
  • he finds a clever/sneaky way to tell you to move in with you
  • makes you leave all your shit at his house over time and one day he just hands you a key??
  • “well you’re practically here all the time and you can’t get enough of me so”
  • “LISTEN HERE BI- wait nvm that’d be cool actually”
  • married couple life
  • refuses to let other people bring in the rest of your stuff in boxes (not much of it though) because he has to do it himself
  • also makes you wait outside so he can pick you up bridal style and carry you in
  • always leaves the toilet seat up fgs
  • on the second day you wake up to hear crashing and burning from the kitchen because he was trying to make pancakes for you
  • its then… that you’ll do the cooking from now on (thanks @god) but god damn it he’s always peering over your shoulder
  • “What’s that?”
  • “Pepper”
  • “..What’s that?”
  • “.. an egg.”
  • “yeah, i recognised them” (focus in school kids)
  • him using all your scented shampoos and you using his facial products you guys are the best duo
  • he helps you with chores though but he whines a lot (not in the first weeks though)
  • also picking out couple outfits for like the first few weeks and looking super coordinated (goals)
  • 100000 SELFIES
  • him forcing you to wear his shirt literally all the time - i have my own closet thx
  • “Zen.. I can’t wear this shirt to class it literally goes down to my thighs NOT TO MENTION it has your face on it”
  • a lot of sex in the first week??- fucking beast mode slow tf down
  • takes loads of slips of you drooling while you’re sleeping 
  • you threaten to cut his ponytail and i’m p sure that’s the first fight you have living together
  • but its quickly resolved when the X Factor comes on and you’re sitting on the couch with him judging everyone
  • “she can’t even sing”


  • who suggested this - how did it happen what the fuck
  • SHE definitely planned this out but couldn’t actually ask you so it was just like a matter of when will she manage to just come out wiTH IT GOD DAMN IT
  • she lets it slip out a few weeks later mid conversation
  • “well maybe if you lived with me then we wouldn’t be having this problem”
  • literally slaps her mouth
  • but you just shrug and respond with okay and i swear she melts and looks like a tomato
  • SHE TAKES THE DAY OFF W O R K FOR IT (stress cleaning)
  • like as soon as everything as been moved in she’s the cutest person ever and always asks if you’re comfortable
  • “so.. want some dinner?”
  • but guess what
  • apart from finding out she’s an amazing fucking cook, you see Jaehee with ANIMAL pyjamas and her hair down (well fuck me)
  • a lot of blushing in the first week, it’s like re-starting a relationship with her
  • no toilet seat problems though??
  • everything is always tidy and guys you can share clothes and makeup and woW why didn’t we do this earlier
  • when she gets more comfortable you guys both have wine and bitch about people (jumin)
  • you all know how sarcastic she is so the sassy comments will be endless
  • “well don’t you look like a picture when you wake up”
  • “I liked it better when you were a blushing mess”
  • “well, too bad.”
  • whenever you do anything outside the house she turns innocent again
  • but as soon as you step into the house BAM she’s super sassy
  • motivates you to do work and teaches you how to make really cool pastries!!
  • invite the RFA (minus elly because she’ll kill Jumin if she sees c hairs in her house) to have cupcakes & coffee
  • saturday nights you guys sing to Zen’s musicals at the top of your lungs but she doesn’t realise you’re facetiming someone… Zen 
  • freezes
  • ur dead the next day 


  • can we talk about the fact you’re already pretty much living with him halfway through his route
  • there was no invite its just you ended up there
  • “what do you mean you’re going home.. this IS your home?”
  • you look around and holy shit when did he move all my stuff here and how haven’t I noticed you sly motherfucker
  • did you not see in his route when he offered to redesign his house so it looks like your house
  • constantly reassuring him that the furniture is fine and that vase is worth more than my whole apartment shUT UP
  • when you go down to the kitchen to cook he’s very confused 
  • “We have a chef?”
  • “Don’t want them”
  • “i’ll just cook myself”
  • “oh right.. wait why?”
  • baby boy hasn’t ever had any homemade meals since they were all made by chefs n shit :((
  • oh may I mention that as soon as all the maids and stuff leave Jumin owns swEATPANTS 
  • he also wears glasses? excuse me this is r00d
  • watches you as you cook like Zen but doesn’t say a w o r d but makes a mental note that you look fucking hot while cooking how??
  • makes you cook a LOT more because commoner home made meals ‘apparently’ are better than other meals!!
  • slowly he’s transforming
  • you have a private en suite toilet so you don’t argue about the toilet seat thing - rich people
  • and you have a maid to do chores?? so thats also not a problem
  • but it’s kinda funny testing Jumin on his knowledge of cleaning products
  • “Jumin.. you can’t use a TOILET scrub to do the dishes”
  • ???? why not
  • he becomes shy especially when he opens your underwear drawer by “accident
  • also flustered when he can hear you singing while doing things around the house
  • how could I have forgotten Elly, he moves her bed out of his room (well your room too now) and you cry because you’ve come so far Jumin :’)
  • opens up to you quite a lot so there a lot more jokes thrown about between you guys
  • he. g i g g l e s.
  • you learn that he secretly also watches kdramas like his life depends on it me too buddy wait is that Zen??


  • he doesn’t give you a key
  • one day he says a random phrase to you in Arabic and you just know that your relationship has moved to the next level
  • as soon as you walk in with your stuff to his home you just cry
  • “I have been here for 0.35845 seconds and I think thats your underwear on the rug”
  • “…mm.. leave it”
  • but Saeyoung with a sheepish shy grin is holding up a badly home made cake saying “Welcome home!”
  • “this was the only edible cake that came out decent take it or leave it”
  • if he’s asked you to move in with him he’s 150% comfortable with your anyway so
  • first week with Saeyoung? tiring
  • no sleep at aLL
  • theres no inbetween you’re either binge watching movies on the couch with popcorn and pizza 
  • or screaming with laughter at eachother as he chases you round the house for 5 hours because you stole a chip from him
  • that is the start of prank wars
  • you look like you’ve been married for 60 years already?? i mean he closes the window and farts so you’re dying and he just laugHS (fucker)
  • so you take revenge by putting clingfilm over his toilet seat and you hear screaming a few seconds later payback bITCH
  • ugly pictures of eachother sent to the RFA with dumbass captions 
  • they’re wondering how you’re both supposed to survive when you’re both trying to kill eachother after a week???
  • you guys can’t hire a maid so you both start out doing chores (after threatening him to pour all his Ph.d Pepper down the sink)
  • but somehow the old Karaoke machine shows up and what are chores??
  • it takes you a lot of time to get used to all the valuable techy stuff he has in his room i mean why is your table remote controlled?
  • why does this pillow have a wire inside?
  • most of your fights in the first week are over food because even though you label everything he just eats it ALL
  • “Saeyoung.. for the last fuckING TIME YOU CAN’T WEAR MY UNDERWEAR”
  • you don’t leave your house once for a few weeks - its like living with your best friend its lit
  • yep things are pretty comfy living with Saeyoung and you’re always wearing his clothes (& he always turns pink)

anonymous asked:

iiiiiiif you're still taking requests, then what about a scenario where Saeyoung and MC were fighting and he kept talking badly about himself saying he wasn't good enough for her and she deserved someone better ect, then he notices her start to cry and break down and when he asks why it's because she can't stand to see him talk like that about himself? I am in desperate need for that 707 fluff

we love you, Seven!


this would probably be going on duing Sevens route,

  • everyday MC offers to make Seven food
  • breakfast, lunch, and dinner
  • “Seven, are you hungry?”
  • and she always get the same answer
  • “no. just let me work. if im hungry i’ll get my own food”
  • after three days of this, when dinner time rolls around MC once again asks
  • “Seven, i think i’m gonna um…start dinner. do you…do you want any?”
  • Seven answered without looking up from his laptop
  • “no. stop offering”
  • MC sighs, Sevens rejection sucking all of the energy out of her body
  • she sits behind where Seven was on the floor, leaning against his back
  • “i thought you were gonna make food”
  • “i dont feel like it anymore”
  • they sit in silence for a few minutes, the only thing MC can hear is Seven’s fingers tapping against his laptop
  • “hey…Seven?”
  • “what?”
  • “why wont you let me make food for you? you must be hungry, i dont think ive seen you eat all day-”
  • Seven stops typing and interrupts MC, but still faces the wall
  • “because i dont matter, alright? its not worth your time to worry about me. after this is all over you’ll forget about me, just like you’re supposed to. just like i want you to”
  • Seven lifts his hands slightly, showing frustration
  • “so, so just stop with all this meal stuff, alright? dont waste your affection on someone as invisible as me. if you try to hug a ghost, you’ll just fall through it and hurt yourself, right? so just stop it, already. i’m not worth it”
  • Seven goes back to typing for a few minutes, before he notices something strange about the atmosphere
  • MC had god completely silent, he couldnt even feel her breathing
  • he sets his laptop down on the ground and turns around
  • “hey, are you-”
  • MC starts to sob aloud, her breath suddenly hitching as her silent facade crumbles
  • “woah, hey, why are you crying?”
  • she doesnt turn around to look at him
  • “why do you have to say things like that? dont you know…”
  • MC feels hot tears spill down her cheeks as her entire world becomes a blur
  • she cant even finish the sentence
  • “its just that, you mean a lot to me and when you talk about yourself like that it really hurts me and i just-”
  • all of a sudden, she feels Seven grab her arms and pull her back
  • she sees his legs come around either side of her as he hugs her from behind, pulling her into him
  • “please…please dont cry”
  • she grabs both of his hands, squeezing them tightly
  • “dont you know that i love you?”
  • she hears a heavy sigh from Seven, as well as feels his chest rise and fall slowly against her back
  • “i wish you wouldnt say things like that…”
  • he leans forward and kisses the top of her head
  • for that moment, MC feels like the world stopped spinning
  • she couldve sworn her heart jumped straight out of her chest
  • she never thought something like that would happen
  • “hey, i think i know a pretty good way to cheer you up”
  • MC sniffs, rubs at her eyes, and turns around to face Seven
  • “hows that…?”
  • “lets make dinner together, okay? i’ll take a break and we’ll both have something to eat”
  • “really?”
  • “really. i’ll even try not to burn down the kitchen”
  • MC smiles making Sevens heart secretly melt
  • that night MC lies awake in bed for like two hours just replaying the moment Seven kissed her head over and over
  • his mouth was so warm and comforting and gentle and sweet and-
  • is it weird to think that about someones mouth?
  • probably
  • gosh, how is she supposed to sleep with all of this on her mind??
  • she wonders what Seven’s thinking about
  • little does she know, Seven was lying awake on the couch, staring at the ceiling
  • and all he could think about was how good it felt to have her that close to him
  • the way she fit in his lap was so perfect, like the final piece of a jugsaw puzzle
  • even crying, she felt so warm and soft and kind and-
  • is it weird to think things like that about someone when they’re crying?
  • probably 

thanks for reading!!!! that got away from me a lil but its fine LOVE YOU, LOVE SAEYOUNG, THANKS FOR READING

Supernatural Preference (How they deal with people bullying you)

Sam walks into the bunker only to find you in the library early from school sobbing on the floor. At first you didn’t notice, but when he slowly starts to approach you with a sympathetic look you start to relax.
“Whats wrong y/n/n?” you never want to tell your brothers why you’re sad because you hate to see them upset but you think he might as well know
“These stupid boys at school are teasing me, no big deal, I’m just being stupid” for some reason he looked calm and next thing he said really surprised you
“So these stupid boys would still be at school right now” you looked a bit confused by just nodded.
“Okay, I’ll be back” and like that he was gone.
*1 hour later*
It had been an hour and you wondered where your brother could be until a text came onto your phone, from sam
-sam: I got it sorted sweety, and I’m bringing home pizza for dinner :)

You sat on your bed sobbing, people are so mean to you, I mean high school is tuff enough without people judging you for how you look every 5 minutes. With the familiar sound of wings you open your eyes to reveal Lucifer. For a while now he has made it his personal mission to look out for you and always makes you feel better, so seeing him now was the biggest relief.
“Why are you crying y/n”
You really didn’t want to tell him out of fear of what he’d do to the people if he knew what they had said, but you thought it worth the risk.
“Some people at school have been making fun of me for how I look and it just got me really upset thats all”
Lucifer looked surprisingly calm but you could see he was frustrated by the clenching of his jaw.
“Who would these few people be”, he said trying not to give away to fact that he wanted to rip their heads off.
Once you told him the names he was gone in a flash.
*Lucifer at the bullies house*
Once Lucifer appeared in the room all the laughter that had once filled it stopped. Everyone looked terrified and so they should be.
“I heard you lot have been picking on y/n and if you don’t stop I can make you a lot more scared really quick”, he warned the group of teenagers in a surprisingly calm voice.
Some cried and some begged for their lives, but lets just say after Luci’s little visit the bullying stopped and his favourite human was a lot more happier.

Castiel doesn’t like conflict or hurting anyone so when he saw you on the kitchen floor eating a bucket of ice cream and your face covered in tears he felt worried and wanted to help as soon as possible.
“Whats wrong y/n?” he ask taking the spoon out of your hand and replacing it with his own.
“My friends at school have been spreading lies about me and it really hurt, and I just feel like I can’t trust anyone”
Cas looked at you with sadness in his eyes.
“You can always trust me y/n and I’ll always be here to make you happy” and with the flutter of his wings you were waiting in line for a ride at a carnival some where in Europe. Knowing that this was Cas’ way of saying I love you and everything will be alright you grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek, knowing that everything would be okay.

Gabriel hates seeing you sad and can always make you feel better, so when he appeared in your room with bags full of candy you guessed he already knew about the problems you’d been having with mean messages online.
“Hey kiddo, don’t listen to them”, he smiled as he closed your computer.
“Its nothing a little candy and cuddles can’t fixed”, you smiled as you made room for Gabe.
“How about we also watch some Simpsons” you suggested, knowing it was both your favourite t.v. show.
Gabriel just stared at you and slowly smiled.
“Hells yeah!” he said as a few Simpsons discs appeared in his hands.

Balthazar was always one for perfect timing and today was no exception. Lately boys at school had been shoving you against walls while girls called you horrible things.
“You’re a fat fucking loser you know that right, and know one will ever love you” as soon as those words came out of Sarah Joson’s mouth for the thousandth time, Balthazar appeared right behind her so only you could see.
“Oh, uh, sorry, but um did I just hear you correctly.”
All four girls flipped their heads around only to be shocked to see Balthazar (who was disguised as a teacher) holding up detention cards for all of them.
“I don’t tolerate bullying, so I guess I’ll be seeing you awful ladies in detention on Friday after school.”
As he ushers them off to class he winks at you with a big smile.

Michael was a powerful archangel so of course he was going to use that to his advantage when he found out his favourite human was being wet with hoses and laughed at by awful people at school.
Michael appeared into every single one of their rooms walking slyly by their winds or wardrobes scaring the crap out of each and everyone of them. Each of them gave a terrified reaction and lets just say that after his little visit, y/n was never bullied again in fear of the strange man coming through their window again and killing them. 

Even though Dean doesn’t like showing emotion that much, when he finds out that you’d starting harming yourself again because of the things people had been doing and saying to you at school he was more than a little upset.
You sat on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom with your brother just holding you.
“y/n I never want you to do this ever again”, you manage to hear through a choked up voice.
“Those people are not worth it and you are way better than this. So how about we stop the tears and I get us both some hot chocolate and we watch, ‘The good, the bad and the ugly’”, even though you both had tears in your eyes you gave each other big smiles, which continued through out the night, thanks to the best brother ever.

Your brothers never really knew of your friendship with Crowley, but when he came into your room one night to comfort you after a long day of school work and bullies, the boys were less than impressed.
“Crowley, what the HELL were you doing in y/n’s room”, you heard your brother Dean shout.
When you heard this you feared for your friends life and ran out of your room.
“Guys leave him alone, Crowley’s my friend and he was helping me feel better about people at school so he was reading to me.” 
Your brothers looked shocked, but once they noticed your dried tears and the smile you gave Crowley they knew you’d be safe.

****Okay so this is my first time ever writing something like this so don’t judge me too harshly. I might start writing things like this once in a while, but please no requests. I hope everyone enjoyed it and if anyone has POSITIVE advice or feedback please message me.****

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm trans and struggling a lot with dysphoria now that I'm home from school, and I was wondering, do you have any tips on just overall feeling more masculine? Like clothes or how to style hair or certain things you do in general that just help? I'd really appreciate it!!

hi!! i completely understand how u feel, i get dysphoric over things all the time and it Sucks!!! ill try and compile some of the things that i do to feel more masc!!! this might be long because i like to ramble so i’ll put it under a readmore!

any of our trans followers are also welcome to reply to this with their own tips for passing and feeling masculine!!!!!

for hair, the biggest thing ive seen is to have it shorter!! of course if you like long hair thats fantastic! but ive found the best way to make me personally feel more masculine is a fresh shave, or a super short trim at a salon. If you’re out to your parents, it may be easier to go to a barbershop and explain the short hair, but if not its no problem!! short hair is super in these days, most people wouldnt question it. i always personally wear mine shaved except for the top of my head and it makes me feel masc!! another thing might be to try wearing hats!! beanies or baseball hats/snapbacks are really common masculine accessories and i find they can frame ur face in a more masculine way!!

i personally have a really weird relationship with masculine clothes? because theyre never as vibrant and exciting as things i like to wear and its disappointing ahah. when i want to dress super masculine i always choose things that are less vibrant, usually greys or blacks or darker colours! jeans or chino or even cargo pants work really well, and making sure to have a little bit of space in around the crotch is helpful!! knee high shorts are also really good, i find i always feel my most masculine when i wear jeans with a bit of sag and usually flat one colour tops! of course if thats not your style you can play around with it, and depending on if youre out or able to buy your own clothes you can try checking out mens sections!! if not, the womens section usually has some less feminine clothes!! unisex tees are a wonder, they arent fitted to be super feminine and theyre lovely.

as well, a binder is always a thing to look at if you need help feeling masculine and have a larger chest!! i find wearing mine always makes me really confident!!!! if you have one already you can ignore all of this ahah. but! binders are very finicky and no matter what you hear, there is always some risk of damage that comes from longterm binding. it can mess with your ribs and lungs and, if done incorrectly can be VERY damaging. but!!!!!! there are absolutely ways to make it as safe as possible!! @gc2b-apparel and @shapeshiftersinc both sell binders, and they both appear to be some of the best binders available!!! i can personally vouch for gc2b, i have one of theirs and it does flatten my chest a significant amount! make sure to get a binder from reputable places like the 2 mentioned above! it may be slightly expensive but its worth not ruining your body! there are probably better guides to safe binding, and i cant remember everything so make sure to do your research but!! what i can remember is to take breaks frequently, never ever buy a size too small (mine was a size too big and it still works fantastic!) dont wear your binder for more than 8 hours (im guilty of this whoops) and dont sleep in them!!

another thing that helps a lot of trans men is packing!!! if you’re unfamiliar with this, it means using something to give the appearance of essentially a crotch bump. they sell silicone packers, which are basically limp silicone weiners that go in your underwear!! packing isnt for everybody, and buying an actual packer can be very hard for people, so what i do is!! i usually take a couple of small socks, ball them up, and wedge them in the front of my underwear! it kind of feels strange, but it makes the area seem filled and can give the appearance of having a dick? it can help people pass anyways. its not for everybody, but it might help to try once to see if you like it!!!

i also dont shave? and i find that really helps build my masculinity. having hairy legs and armpits and arms is something that i feel helps alleviate a lot of dysphoria!! of course again, not for everybody but if you tend to shave letting it grow out might help!!

my biggest source of dysphoria probably comes from my voice, and its a thing that lots of other trans men have problems with!! the most common tip is to talk from your chest, but i read one tip for lowering your voice slightly that is a personal fave and really helped me!! i read that if you go through your music and choose all the male singers (idk why but i have trouble singing lower to female voiced songs) and in your spare time, just singing along in the lowest voice you can get!!! i found that doing it regularly helped me find the lower ranges of my voice to talk from, and also helps bring it down a little bit!!

i hope these helped you dude, good luck!!!!