the dumbest face to ever face

Under the Bed

Nettie is eating ice cream. The cold burns against her silver incisor, but feels good against the small cut inside her mouth she’d gotten last week. It’s an even trade.

Nettie is all about even trades.

Most think that they liked to be paid in money. Old money, sure, gold and silver that doesn’t have the same sort of inflation risk as paper, but that implies that they have something to spend it on.

No, Nettie’s maybe the only one who knows what sort of things monsters like to be paid in and is willing to provide it. Which is why she’s sitting in the middle of a park at 3 am waiting for her contact to arrive.

At 3:03, her contact’s preferred meeting time, the fog rolls in. Nettie rolls her eyes as it creeps through the sparse trees ahead of her, turning the grass silver under the moonlight with precipitation. So dramatic and not at all secretive. Her eyes flick up to the security camera mounted on the lamppost across the street. She wonders when the government will admit they see monsters at night. She hopes it’s not in her lifetime.

That’d be bad for business.

The outline of a tree several yards away from her begins to waver. It looks like someone might be behind it, a darker band appearing around the trunk as if someone is hugging it. Then they’re gone and the same wavering, black shadow appears behind a tree several feet ahead of it.

Nettie watches and eats her ice cream, glad that her leather jacket is hiding the way her arm hair is standing on end. She’s never been the type to hide her fear.

Then she met beings who enjoyed it.

A dark pool in front of her widens, the shadows twisting upwards. She calmly takes a  bite of the cone as the shade forms, the shadow creature not stopping until it’s reached its full height at seven feet.

She feels the sensation of pumice in her mind and frowns. “Gren? Where’s Mandy?”

The shadow figure ripples, for once not kicking up a fuss at her nicknames for them. An orange light flares briefly in what one might assume was its hand but she knew to be its mouth.

Her spine snaps straight. “What?”

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The Labyrinth Chapter 19

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 6.2k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

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New Year. New Me. {Peter Pan Imagine}

Part One  Part Two Part Three Part Four 

Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yeah, a long time coming 

Warning: Swearing, angsty 

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ arfrona



Y/n stood there in silence for a moment, wondering in her head if this fool was being serious. Him quietly pleading to her is what put the icing on the cake as she swivels on her heel and quickly grabs Peter by his collar, roughly tugging him up to his feet. 

“Get your ass up,” She snaps, while pulling him somewhere private, and away from the eyes that gathered at the window of the coffee shop. Coming to a stop in front of an alley, Y/n wastes no time separating themselves from civilization. Once she’s pushed him up against the wall, her anger was finally breaking from the dam in her brain that she’s tried so hard not to let free. “How dare you?” 

Peter stares in shock, with a mixture of confusion, not daring to move a muscle in case she would tear it off. “I-I don’t…” 

“You have the balls to cheat on me, then ask me to marry you? You must think I’m some kind of toy, don’t you? Someone you can just toss around whenever you feel like it, right?” 

“That’s not true-”

“Then tell me why.” Peter could see the tears in her eyes, the pain they’ve held ever since that night…oh, how he wishes he could make that look go away. “Tell me why you thought it was okay to cheat, then lie to my face every night saying that I was your number one.” 

Silence filled the space between them; suffocating and thick. “I swear to God if you don’t start talking-” 

“I was afraid, alright? I’ve never been in a relationship for so long without something going wrong. When the arguments started around our second year of being together, I was sure that it was a wrap for us. So I started sleeping with Wendy…but then our third year passed, when I gave you the promise ring. Then the fourth…and now our fifth and…by then I was just…I was stuck. I was surprised we made it so far, but I was also aware of exactly what I’ve been doing behind your back, and I was stuck. At the party, I had every intention of meeting up with Wendy, I won’t deny that. But, it was only to call everything off, because I couldn’t stand doing what I was doing to you anymore, it wasn’t fair. I lost track of time, she caught me off guard and then…you finally caught us. From that moment on is when shit hit the fan and everything fell apart.” 

“Then why blame me? Why would you say that it was partially my fault that I made you do this, after I’ve been nothing but faithful-” 

“I panicked, Y/n. Never has anyone stuck with me for so long, and defended my name, and loved me. I didn’t know how else to react…and I’m sorry. None of this is your fault; I knew what kind of person I was, and I still asked you out anyway. I knew what kind of person you were dumped by, and I still asked you out anyway. I did this to you. And to ask you to marry me, I didn’t know what else to do to get your attention, to talk to you again, for you to listen to me. I’m not perfect, I-I know that for sure-”

“Peter. I never wanted you to be. I just wanted you. I didn’t care about what others said about you or what things you did in the past because you were the only person there to pick up the pieces and make me feel whole again. The person I was sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with…” 

Y/n smiles weakly as the tears, she mentally kicked herself for having, finally came cascading down her cheeks and onto the concrete. Peter wanted to hold her so badly, not even realizing he was unconsciously reaching for her shaking frame. Neither of them questioned how the hug started, they just stood in the embrace contently as they sobbed in each others arms. 

He hugged her tightly as if he would never get the privilege to hold her ever again. 

“But I was wrong.”   And he won’t.  

His eyes widened as Y/n pulls herself away from the hug, wiping her tears on her sleeves. “W-..What?” 

“I was wrong,” She shrugs, shaking her head slowly. “You were right the first time, this was all my fault.” 

“No, Y/n, that’s not-” 

“Who was I to think I could change you? To actually have the slightest faith that you couldn’t possibly break my heart, like in your past relationships. People who are close to me and care for me saw you as a red flag, and I chose to ignore them, because ‘you would never hurt me’. That’s the most dumbest, overused, cliche excuse in the book, and I only have myself to blame. It’s like I’m trapped inside someone’s fanfiction where you only get one of two endings: The good one, or the bad one. And things aren’t looking so good, if you ask me.”  

Peter stood in his emptiness, with the look of dread upon his face. He looked much older, tired, broken. The tears he never wiped away still falling down his face, as he stared at the only woman who had ever given him a chance; all he could do was cry. 

“Y/n please…I’m not the same without you, everything I’ve done was fucked up, but I’d rather live with that shame and keep you, than just let you walk out of my life-I can’t lose you, I-I just can’t!”  

“You lost me the day you put your lips on another woman, Peter.” Her words were like knives, but her expression held…peace. As if everything was clear and calm again. “I told myself in this year I would be different somehow. I didn’t know how or what was going to change, but I never would have guess it would be our relationship and…another thing. We had a good run Peter, a little bumpy, but who said life was easy?”

“Y/n, please don’t do this…” 

She hums slightly, sickeningly enjoying the look of sadness dominating his handsome features. How does it feel?  “It’s time to grow up, Peter Pan. Women won’t waste there time for little boys.” 

With that said, Y/n turns on her heel once again, heading for the exit of the damp alley. Suddenly coming to a stop, she sighs heavily, looking down. 

“Don’t…don’t go looking for me. If you love me you’ll move past this and get some help. Promise me.” 

Peter sniffles once, finally wiping the tears from his eyes. This is what he deserved, there was nothing he could do to change her mind, and he had to respect that. Nodding slowly, only to realize she wasn’t looking at him, he responds. “Only if you promise to find someone who will treat you right, this time.” 

Chuckling softly, she tilts her head to where he could see her smile.

“Third time’s the charm, right?” 

Now it was his turn to chuckle for a short moment, until his grin fell back into a heavy frown. This was it for them. Five years…five beautiful years he will forever hold in his memories until the day he dies. Never will there ever be another ‘Y/n L/n’. He only prays that the next guy lucky enough to have her, keeps her longer than he was able to. 

“Goodbye, Peter.” 

He watched her leave, not being able to say anything. All he did was wave at her disappearing back. Once he could no longer see her is when it all started to come crashing down on him. The tears, the shouts, the tantrum, it all came like a fucking truck. Peter let himself slide down the rough brick wall, sitting right back in the funk he had himself in for the past months yet again. Heaving and puffing, he reached for his phone, looking for the contact he swore he was going to erase a long time ago. Wendy

Right when he was about to hit dial, he stopped himself. What was he doing? After all that happened, had he learned nothing? 

‘If you love me you’ll get past this and get some help. Promise me.’ 

Peter did love her…and he’ll be damned if he broke another promise. Not even hesitating, he pressed ‘delete number’ on her contact, watching as an ‘are you sure?’ came right after. He had never been more sure of anything in his life. “New year. New me. I promise.” He confirmed as he lifted off the ground, and back into the world he now saw in a new light. 

He was going to change. For himself, and for her. 

Meanwhile, after Y/n had left the alley moments ago, she felt as if a whole weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It wasn’t until another weight from her lower body brought her back down to earth. 

Smiling softly, Y/n placed a hand over the growing bump she hid underneath her sweatshirt stealthily, rubbing delicate circles over the faint movement of her unborn child. She had found out about her pregnancy right after that horrible night. Call it an inconvenient miracle. 

Peter was in no shape or condition to help with the child, nor was he in good waters with Y/n in the first place. So, her only option was to keep it a secret and just…start fresh somewhere else. All part of the new year journey. After softly cooing at her stomach for brief moment, Y/n looks up into the world she now saw in a new light. ‘Only if you promise to find someone who will treat you right, this time.’

“New year. New me. I promise.” 

She was going to change. For herself, and for her child. 

In This Moment - Part One

Request: Hi. Can you write were y/n and shawn meet on a vacation? thank yu!

Word Count: 1,959

A/N: This has to part, because it otherwise, became too long. Part two will be up tomorrow. 

In This Moment – Part One

The sharp sun – that non-stop had burning into my skin – headed up my entire body, I took a sip of my water to cool me down. It had been ages since I’d last been on vacation, and this time it was really needed. I had been exhausted for weeks.

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Misconception

Finn Balor x Reader

Requested by @nickysmum1909

#21: This is, by far, the dumbest thing you ever done.

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“You can open ya eyes now love!” Finn beamed from one ear to his other. When Y/N opened her eyes hundred of thousands of lego peaces were scattered in their yard. It took her a moment to realise what lay infront of her feet. In between of dozens of candles there were precisely arranged legos that displayed the lettering ‘Marry me?“.

"Finn!” she squeeled into her sleave covered hands. She looked stunned on the ground, then to Finn and finally back to the lego covered grass, “Are you serious?” she asked uncertain.

“Of course, Y/N. I love ya and these last two years showed me that I want to spent ta rest  of ma life with ya” he lowered himself on his knee, “Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the honor and take me as your husband?”

This is, by far, the dumbest thing you ever done.” she blurted out softly shaking her head. “This looks so expensive, it was expensive, wasn’t it?” The big smile on her face irritated Finn. This was definitely not the reaction he expected. Was she going to dumb him? His face fell imediatly.

“W-what do ya mean love?” he chuckled nervously, “O-oh, y-you don’t like it?I- I’m sorry.. I just thought it would be kinda cute but still romantic..” he began to ramble when she cradled his face in between her hands.

“Finn, love, I don’t like it. I love it! And I love you and it would be the greatest honor to be called your wife.” happy tears were flowing down her cheeks. Finn let out a breath he had hold.

“Oh dear god, and I thought you’d say no.” he reliefed sighed, gettimg up in a swift and pulling her tightly against his chest peppering her face and head with kisses.

“I’m sorry, I was just so shocked. This was a misfortunate reaction of me.” she giggled against him.

“You’re making me the happiest man on earth right now.” he smiled down at her, “Ms. Balor.” those words sounded divine in Y/Ns’ ears.

“You don’t know how long I waited to be called like that!”

My words are venom

A/N) here we go! Part two of the last text convo that happened between Remus and Sirius. This one is pretty heavy so buckle your feels seat belt. Written by @credence-needs-a-hug
Hope you enjoy!!
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Remus sat with his head in his hands. His heart was hammering, as loud as the thoughts running angrily through his mind.

Ignorant. Impulsive. Sirius.

The words, detached from sentences, scrambled any logic that could have been within him. He was just so-angry. He couldn’t even find his common sense. The very thought of Sirius infuriated him. It was his fault. All of it. He could have gotten snape killed. He was an asshole, yes, but no one deserved that. And did Sirius even think of what it would do to remus if he had killed snape? He would have been devastated.

Remus stood, a pulsing rage swelling in his chest. He looked around at the classroom he had found. After wandering around for a while, he had come across the dark room, occupied only by some old chairs and desks. Unthinkingly, remus grabbed the nearest chair, flinging it as though it was nothing, hard against the wall and watching it splinter and shatter like glass.

“Fuck!”

Remus jumps, whipping around to see Sirius in the doorway holding his cheek tenderly. When he moved his hand, blood ran down his cheek in a thin stream. Remus face turned vivid. “How the fuck did you find me?” He demanded.

Sirius looked up at him with watery eyes. “I was walking past and I heard footsteps,” he explained. He chuckled without humor. “I walked in right on time to get a splinter to the face. Nice aim by the way.”

Remus scoffed. “I wasn’t aiming for you. The fact that I hit you was just as satisfying as throwing the chair, though.” Sirius’ eyes widened. “You’re really mad, aren’t you?”

Remus froze. He turned slowly. He continued to turn until he was facing Sirius with a deadly look in his eyes. “Sirius,” he began, his voice ice. “You are a fucking idiot. That was the dumbest, most immature thing anyone has ever done.”

Sirius, averting his eyes to the ground, walked farther into the classroom and closed the door behind him. “I know, remus I do,” he said, holding his hands out in front of his body. “I was being dumb. I am so sorry. I didn’t think.”

“DIDN’T THINK?” Remus screamed, causing Sirius to cower down. Remus took a breath. “Sirius, do you know how much I have to lose? You don’t seem to understand that I have parents who will be effected by this. I’ll be kicked out of school. I might get thrown out of my house. I could get arrested,”

“Remus, I get it-” Sirius tried, but Remus cut him off. Eyes turning to steel, he stared down at Sirius. Unblinking and glaring, he stared. “You will never understand,” he growled. “Your family hates you. You have nothing. You’ll never understand losing something because you have nothing to lose. So please try your best not to fuck my life up just because yours is so pathetic.”

Remus will never get the image of Sirius’ face out of his mind. The hurt strewn across his features.

Sirius could feel the tears falling down his cheeks, but he didn’t even try to stop them. His heart was aching, and it made him want to curl in on himself. He stared at Remus with wide, pained eyes. The place on his cheek where his tears and blood had created a cocktail of watery red on his pale face.

He took in a shuddering breath. “You couldn’t just beat me up, huh?” He let the breath out, his chest deflating. “I guess that’s your style, though.”

Remus stared back defiantly, no sign of remorse in his eyes.

Sirius turned slowly, pulling the door open and leaving without another word.

Remus sat down, curling his hands into his hair. Why did he do that? Why did he make it so hard to be angry? He should have felt good about it. He should have been happy at the way Sirius’ face fell, but all he felt was this emptiness. It consumed him.

He sank to the floor and cried.

Into The Unknown

ask : Can you do a request with Nico using 5, 32, 49? Thanks!

Um, fuck yeah?

prompts :

5. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

49. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

this is so empowering I love it

also, sorry if it’s shitty (also for the title too I just- fuck sorry)

“Are you mentally ill.” Nico asked you, watching you wide eyed. You cracked your knuckles, before picking up your sword, twirling it in your hand. You looked at him, smirking playfully and pushing your messy, (h/c) hair back out of your face.

“Technically, yes. But, not now.” Stretching, you looked at you boyfriend, as he watched you, dumbstruck. His facial expression changed quickly, him furrowing his eyebrows as he pushed his mousy black hair out of his face, holding it back.

“You’re telling me, that you’re about to go into the Labyrinth, by yourself, and you don’t think that’s crazy?” Nico cocked his head slightly. He dropped his hand from his hair, and crossed his arms. “Do you know anything about the Labyrinth?” Nico asked, and you scoffed, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

“I’m a big girl, Nico. I know what I’m doing, and frankly, I’m offended you don’t have more faith in me.” You pouted slightly, crossing your arms. Nico rolled his eyes, dropping his arms.

“Of course I have faith in you. This is just, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. And you’re best friends with Percy ‘Does Dumb Shit For A Living’ Jackson.” Nico raised an eyebrow, and you laughed, stabbing your sword into the ground.

“I’ll be fine, di Angelo, don’t trust me?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, and Nico’s face bloomed a light shade of scarlet, as his hands found their way to your waist, his nimble fingers gripping it slightly. Nico smiled slightly, clenching his jaw and turning his head, focusing his gaze on the Big House.

“Of course I trust you.” Nico finally turned to face you, raising an eyebrow. “The fact is that you’ve never been to the Labyrinth before, so you don’t know what’s down there.” Nico spoke, and you scoffed.

“Listen, sweetheart, do you know what’s down there?” You asked, and Nico grumbled under his breath, pulling you closer, so your hips were against his.

“Nobody does, Y/N. It always changes. Just, be careful.” Nico warned, and you laughed, snorting in amusement.

“I’m never careful.” You said truthfully, and Nico groaned.

“Then I’m going with you.” Nico spoke, and your eyes widened, as you pulled away from your grasp.

“What?! No, you can’t!” You spoke frantically, and Nico stepped forward, furrowing his eyebrows. He cocked his head, crossing his arms.

“Why not? I’m the son of Hades, I’m good with underground places-” You cut your boyfriend off, gritting your teeth.

“Please Nico, this is my one chance to prove to Chiron that I’m good enough to go on a quest. If you help me, he’ll think I didn’t do anything. I’m sick of being treated like I’m less then other people because I’ve been here for less time.” You plead, grabbing your boyfriend’s hands. Nico watched you curiously. He didn’t want you to go alone, but he also didn’t want you to get mad at him for doubting you. Deciding your wrath wasn’t one he wanted to deal with, Nico let a soft sigh escape his lips.

“Fine. If you’re in there for more than two weeks, I’m coming in and finding you.” Nico spoke, and you giddily jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly, sending him stumbling back as you wrapped your legs around his torso.

“Thank you!” You repeated five times, between each kiss you pressed against his lips. Pressing a hard kiss against his lips, you buried your fingers in his messy black locks, smiling into the kiss. Pulling away, you smiled at your boyfriend, his dark, lidded eyes landing on you. “I love you.” You smiled, and so did he.

“I love you too.” He spoke, setting you down on the floor. You picked up your sword, and picked up your bag of nectar, ambrosia, food, and water, ready to walk into the Labyrinth, when Nico grabbed your hand. “Here, take this instead.” He handed you his Stygian Iron sword, dark as the dead of night, as it seemed to suck the shadows around them. It glowed with a faint, sinister purple light, as you took it from Nico’s fingertips.

“Really? But-” You glanced down at the sword in awe, remembering all the impossible feats Nico has accomplished with it. “Nico I don’t deserve to use this.” You held the sword easily in your hand, feeling it’s power beneath your fingertips.

“You’re using it. It’ll help you, I promise. You’re a strong girl, Y/N, and even though you’re an idiot for going in by yourself, I have faith in you.” Nico spoke, the hint of a smirk pulling at his lips.

“I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot. I’ll be back Neeks, I promise.” You pressed one soft kiss against his lips before stabbing your own sword into the ground in between his feet. Clutching Nico’s sword in your fingertips, your knuckles grew white. Chin up, Stygian Iron sword in hand, and your other hand wrapped around your backpack, you marched proudly into the Labyrinth, determined to find it’s exit.

Counting, you figured a week has passed by. You haven’t sleep in three to five days you thought, you sorta lost count as soon as you stepped in. You let the purple glow from the sword be your light, as you stumbled down a narrow hallway. “Please let it be something like bunnies or something? Something nice?” You plead aloud, knowing damn well no god or goddess will ever answer your pleas.

A growl came from the end of the hallway, and you smiled bitterly. “No bunnies. Great.” You muttered, as the sphinx herself decided to crawl out of the shadows. You gritted your teeth, watching as she crept closer. Your eyes dropped slightly, before you forced them open, dodging last minute as the sphinx jumped at you. Slashing with Nico’s sword, a rush of adrenaline surged through you, as all the shadows seemed to melt into the sword.

You viciously stabbed down, a sea of gold exploding from the sword. The sphinx was dead, and you continued walking, gritting your teeth, adrenaline and the little food you had keeping you awake and alive. Your mind screamed at you, was it even worth nearly dying to prove to Chiron that you could go on a quest.

Doubt filled your brain, and you fell to your knees. Hot tears welled in your eyes, and pissed off, you stood at your feet. “Shut up. I’m gonna do it.” You scolded yourself for even thinking about quitting. You were Y/N L/N, daughter of (g/p), a warrior, a demigod. You weren’t going to give up.

Whispering a prayer to your godly parent, you trekked on, the glow from Nico’s sword lighting your way once more.

Nico found the opening before you did, waiting for you to walk out. His fingers were tightly wrapped around your sword, knuckles white, as he eagerly watched the opening, alone. Chiron stood a few feet behind. “C'mon Y/N.” Nico grumbled beneath his breath, drumming his fingers on the hilt of your sword.

You stumbled backwards into the doorway, and Nico’s breath hitched, your backpack was ripped up, still on your back. Your shirt hung off you in tatters, exposing your sports bra, and you slashed down at a flock of harpies. Taking two out, a cry from the depths of your chest escaped your lips, as you jumped up and stabbed down, sending three to Tartarus by stabbing Nico’s sword through their heads in one swift stab.

Shaking the gold dust off the sword tiredly, you turned, eyes brightening as they fell on Nico. “Nico!” You spoke happily, pushing the rest of your adrenaline through your veins, as you bolted towards the son of Hades.

He caught you in his arms, and stumbled back. Both swords clattered to the ground, and ragged breaths escaped your lips, as your injuries finally caught up to you. Nico looked down at you, tired, beat up, but an aura of power and death surrounded you. “I knew you could do it.” He smiled, and you nodded half-heartedly.

Nearly falling asleep in his arms, Nico picked you up bridal style. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” He mumbled softly, and you nodded slowly, gripping his shirt in your fist.

Nico eyed Chiron as he passed. “Got through the Labyrinth by herself. That enough to let her go on a quest?” Nico grumbled beneath his breath, carrying you towards the Infirmary.

// reader is a bad ass bitch, just like all of ya //

- nez

That Too

*Requested: I reblogged a prompt list from @mazerunnerstories and numbers 6 and 13 were requested so here they are (Newt).*

“Y/N! Y/N!” you heard and turned around, coming face to face with the blond haired Glader, second in command, serious but funny, and totally the number 1 hottie on your list.

You realized he was drunk as the shadows from the bonfire moved around his face.

“Hi Newt,” you said and smiled at him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned in close to you.

“Do you think the Grievers are scared of the dark?” he asked and you laughed at his slurred words.

“That is the dumbest shuck question I’ve ever heard in my life,” you said and Newt pouted. You wanted to kiss his lips so badly. You two had been flirting on and off since the day you came to the Glade, and you just wanted things to move on already. You always hang out, you two know you have feelings for each other, so what was the point in waiting?

“Y/N! You’re not listening!” Newt said and you brought your attention back to the cute boy with his arm around you.

“Sorry. What were you saying?” you asked and he sighed but smiled at you.

“You’re cute,” he said and you chuckled.

“Yeah?” you asked, and enjoyed the act of teasing a drunk Newt.

“Yeah,” he said and you felt him pull you in even closer.

“I’m in love!” he shouted and some of the other Gladers turned to look at you two.

“You’re drunk,” you said, blushing at the others.

“That too,” he said and you laughed, leading him towards the hammocks so he could sleep it off.

“Y/N, do you like me?” he asked and your heart sped up.

“Sure I do,” you said, letting him sit down in his hammock.

“But really like me?” he asked and you smiled at him. You could tell him here and now, but he probably won’t remember it tomorrow morning.

“Because I really like you. It’s so close to love that I’m scared,” he said and you seemed to see a bit of sobriety in his eyes.

“Yes, Newt, I really really like you,” you said and leaned in to kiss his cheek. You were so close to his lips but wanted both of you to have clear and sober minds before doing that.

“So close to love that you’re scared, like me?” he asked and you looked him in the eyes and truthfully nodded.

He smiled before lying down and closing his eyes.

“Goodnight,” he said and there was a small pang in your chest. You wanted him to stay awake and sober up and tell you how he really feels, but knew he would fall asleep instantly.

Tomorrow.

Gertrude

It had been a week since the kidnapping incident. A week full of soft smiles, cuddles, spontaneous kisses, and the whispering of those three magical words over and over again just to make sure they were real. Just to make sure that the other truly felt the same way.

National City almost seemed to be giving the couple a silent apology for the chaos of the week prior by having no new threats arrive. Even so, Alex and Maggie had taken the time off of work anyway. Something that would never have happened with any of their exes.

After a long evening of “I love you’s” deep into the night, Alex woke up to an empty space next to her in bed. As she threw on a robe over her boxers and made her way into the kitchen of Maggie’s apartment, she saw her girlfriend bent over the coffee maker. 

Alex noticed the slightly tense posture of her girlfriend and smiled slightly when she felt the smaller woman relax once she placed her arms around the brunette’s waist.

“Morning babe.” Maggie said, lazily turning around to kiss her girlfriend.

“Morning to you too.” Alex said into her lips with a smile.

They shared a quiet cup of coffee and breakfast as they softly talked about nothing and everything all at once. Any of the tension that had remained between the couple after their previous road bump with Maggie’s ex had vanished. In its place was a sense of calm. A sense of peace. A sense of love. 

“Oh!” Alex exclaimed loudly causing Maggie to jump and choke on her double toasted bagel. Something that Alex made sure to make fun of her about. (”That’s what you get for eating that dry, disgusting crap.”)

“We haven’t talked at all about Gertrude!” Alex said excitedly.

“Uh Gertrude?” Maggie responded with a confused look on her face and crumbs hanging from the sides of her mouth.

“Yes Gertrude!” Alex said as she used her thumb to gently clean off her girlfriend’s face. “Our dog.”

A look of realization crossed Maggie’s face. 

“Alex…we cannot possibly name the dog Gertrude.”

“Why not?” Alex said with a pout.

“Because that is the dumbest name I have ever heard of for a dog. I mean come on, Gertrude is the kind of name an old woman who plays Bingo has.” Maggie challenged back.

“No it’s not! It’s cute. And you promised, so this isn’t even up for debate.” Alex said taking a bite out of her own, much more well buttered bagel.

“Alex, I will be the laughing stock of the whole precinct if I get a dog named Gertrude. Do you know how long it took me to build up this tough as nails cred.” Maggie said with a pleading look in her eye.

“Well then why did you agree if you don’t like the name?” Alex asks back.

“You were about to drown in a tank! I didn’t think it was the time to get into particulars about dog names with you!” Maggie reasoned.

“But ya still promised so…” Alex said with puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh…” Maggie groaned, clearly giving into the adorable look her girlfriend was giving her. 

“How about Spike, or Spot, or heck I’d even take Princess over Gertrude.” Maggie responded, but her resolve was breaking.

“Nope, I think we are gonna stick with Gertrude.” Alex said with a smug grin knowing that she had won.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to take care of the damn thing if that’s its’ name.” Maggie shot back playfully.

A few weeks later when the small chihuahua had been brought into the Sawyer-Danvers home and had settled in, Alex returned home late one night after a long shift at the DEO.

On the couch she saw her tough as nails cop girlfriend cuddled up with their small little Gertrude underneath a pink blanket watching Lady and the Tramp.

“I thought she should get to watch a film featuring her own kind. You know…so she could relate more.” Maggie said shyly through a thick blush.

“I love you so much.” Laughed Alex as she joined her girlfriend and dog underneath the blanket.

Needless to say, Alex spread the story to Maggie’s coworkers who busted her chops for being a big softy the whole time.

“Those are glasses.” 

Tooru lifts an eyebrow and rests one hand on his tilted hip. “So attentive, Hajime. Yes, they are.”

“Glasses,” Hajime echoes. “Which means you see better now.” He’s starting to sound a little bit like a parrot, Tooru thinks and can’t keep himself from snickering. But instead of scolding him for it, Hajime just stares at him as if he’d just stripped naked and tried to dance on the table (hey, that was just once, okay. College is a crazy place.) 

But suddenly, just when Tooru is about to wave a hand in front of his boyfriend’s face, Hajime jolts. “Okay. So. Yeah.” And strangely, he turns away from Tooru and lowers his head. “That’s fine.” 

“Sure as hell doesn’t look like it,” Tooru says and raises his other brow as well. What is up with Hajime? Maybe he thinks Tooru’s ugly now? Oh God. The sting inside his chest is ice-cold. “Don’t you like me with glasses…?” 

“No!” Hajime whirls around, cheeks burning, and it looks like he’s shielding his face from the sun because he holds his hand up really awkwardly. “I just. You always look good. I just. I mean, you see better now, right. Uhm.” 

This is getting weirder by the second. Tooru grabs his boyfriend’s hand and peels it off his face. “Come on, I can see something’s bothering you. Are they that ugly - put your hand down, what are you even - wait.” 

And somehow, it hits him. Tooru lets go of Hajime and his eyes widen. No. That can’t be - or can it? Hajime’s face has taken on the colour of a sunset, and he rubs his neck, staring to the floor. Tooru swallows, hard, and gently takes his hands. “Are you - why won’t you look at me?”

“Because maybe you won’t find me attractive anymore.” 

Tooru blinks. That is - “…the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” He sighs, and lightly presses his forehead against Hajime’s. “Look. Hey, look at me.” And when Hajime does it, Tooru smiles, soft and mischievous. “I know how you look when you come, and I know that face up close. I know you drool when you sleep. Glasses won’t change how much I love you.” 

“You honestly turn every love confession into an insult.” Hajime gently punches him into his ribcage but still grins, and then he snatches the glasses right off Tooru’s face to kiss him, lifting his head up high to reach him. 

Maid - Joker x Reader imagine PART 10 [final]

a/n: so this is the last and final part of the imagine i’ve got going on, but there will be more imagines to come from other fandoms :) this last part will be v interesting ;))) it’s short, i’m sorry but it went exactly like i wanted it to :)))

characters: joker; reader

warnings: use of drugs, smoking; joker gets weird (he on dem DRUGS dude); kissing

a/n: i suggest listening to “Where’s My Love?” by Syml when they start smoking, it makes the perfect atmosphere :) and after that “when it comes to us” by frances, ft. RITUAL


“Tell me, doll face,” J spoke up, making me turn my head in his direction from the floor, “have you ever been on drugs?”

“Drugs?” I chuckled. “Me? Never.”

“Have you ever wanted to try them?” 

“I haven’t really thought about it, to be honest.” I shrugged my shoulders. 

“Would you try them if you had the opportunity?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I just don’t want to get addicted to them.” I replied. J chuckled and walked out of the room. What was he up to? 

He came back with a barely filled small plastic bag and something else in his hands. 

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Oh this?” He raised the plastic bag higher in the air while nearing me. “It’s marijuana, baby cakes.” What. Was he serious?

“W-what?” My voice faltered, looking at the green powder that was close to my face. 

“Marijuana, darling.”

“Marijuana…”

“Yes.” There was annoyance in his voice. 

“How did you get it?” I asked probably the most dumbest question ever. 

“I can get anything, angel. But I can’t tell you how and from who. My question is,” J paused, lowering his face so our eyes were in one level, “do you want to try it or not?” 

“I, uh, well….” I diverted my eyes from his and hung my head low. I needed to make this decision now. If I said no, it would be as simple as that. But, if I said yes, I don’t know what would happen. I’ve never known how it is when you’re on drugs. I don’t know how I’d feel, what I’ll experience. Maybe I should give it a try, I mean, it’s just this once. I’m not gonna die, hopefully I won’t get sick. Can you be allergic to cocaine? 

Anyway, I only actually live once. I shouldn’t be doubting this - maybe I will never get the chance to experience drugs again, who knows. 

“Yes.” I finally said. “I wanna do it.” 

“Marvelous…” J said, kissing me on the forehead. “Now, let Daddy take care of everything, alright?” I nodded, biting my lip. J went to do his business and I watched him. He was silent, his bare back facing me. I bit my lip and smiled to myself as I saw the long, red scratch marks on the skin of his back. Got me thinking of last night and I shifted in my position. 

I stood up, my sweater and shorts hanging on me. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against his back. My fingers found one of his tattoos and started tracing the lines. It was the grin tattoo. 

“What is it, baby girl?” He asked, moving his arms around to finish what he was doing.

“I just like to be close to you…” I murmured. “You have marks from last night, J.” I then said, smirking. He chuckled.

“Mmm, good.” He replied. “I love it. A reward for me.” He spoke with concentration in his voice. “Done, it’s done.” J said and turned around, holding… something in his hand, which had a lit end(a/n: aYO WE LIT ok sorry).

“What’s that?” I asked.

“That’s called a joint, sweets. It’s with what you smoke the drug.”

“Oh.” I paused. “Well, in high school, I heard the name ‘joint’, but never got to know how it looks. Now I know, thanks to you.” 

“Very welcome. May we cut to the chase?” He asked.

“Uhm, okay.” I replied, not really knowing what else to say. J took my hand and walked us over to the bed. He sat down and positioned me between his legs. 

“Now, I’m gonna teach you how to smoke this, alright?” I nodded. “It’s real simple, just look what I’m doing.” J put the joint in his mouth, - the thinner end -, inhaled, took it out and blew smoke out. “See? There’s nothing complicated. Now it’s your turn.” 

I wanted to take the joint myself, but instead J put the thinner end of it in my mouth. I slowly inhaled, the smell and harshness of it hitting my throat (author’s note: i have never smoked weed or done any other drugs, i swear and i probs never will, so i read online about how it feels :D i’m such a loner lol) and every other place in my mouth and head. I pulled it out, coughing deeply and dryly, probably making the most unattractive faces I could. Smoke puffed past my lips. A few tears pooled in my eyes as I bent over, putting a hand to my lips.

“Oh.. my God,” I said once the coughing had lessened. 

“How does it feel?” J asked. I bent back up, looking around - it all seemed fuzzy. Regaining my breathing, I looked at J with watery eyes, slightly losing balance. 

“It’s uh…” I furrowed my brows, “really weird.” I heard J laughing. “Don’t laugh at me!” I whined.

“I’m not, you’re just making such cute faces.” He reasoned. Hold up, cute? J never used that name, at least I’ve never heard him use it. I chuckled and wrapped my hands around J’s neck, looking in his eyes. Was that a look of admiration in his eyes or a hallucination from the drug? 

I lowered my face and slowly, almost teasingly kissed his lips. They were soft and obeying. I must really be hallucinating. I kissed him again, this time asking for permission to enter his mouth with my tongue. His lips gladly parted and I kissed deeper, touching his tongue with mine. J moaned and grabbed my waist to bring me closer to him, which resulted in us falling on the bed backwards, me above him. 

I giggled loudly at us and kissed him again, feeling a smile on his lips. 

“Can I take another hit?” I whispered for no reason. J didn’t speak, only handed me the joint and I put it in my mouth again, inhaling the drug while keeping eye contact with him. He looked so… vulnerable, for real this time. Even in his sleep he didn’t look like that, and peaceful. He looked freed from energy, stress, anything bad. Hm, weird.

I exhaled, taking the joint from my mouth, puffing smoke from my mouth. It looked kind of cool (a/n: remember, drugs and alcohol aren’t the right choices, i’m saying this cause it’s true and i’ve seen what it does to my friends, so please, don’t do drugs/alcohol at least until you’ve finished school, okay, babes?), blowing out in front of me. J took it from my hands, taking a hit himself. With the joint between two of his fingers, he pulled me back on the bed and laid himself down. I was sitting on his crotch as he put his hands behind his head, keeping his blue eyes on me. 

I giggled, biting my finger between my teeth with a wicked smile. We looked each other in the eyes, just staying in that position for what felt like infinity. My hair falling in front of my face, I watched as J got lost in thought, still looking at me. His mind was somewhere else, but his body was beneath mine. What was he thinking in that attractive psycho mind of his?

“Come closer, baby girl.” J whispered. I leaned down to his face, searching his eyes.

“What is it, Daddy?” His eyes sparkled at the nickname, his hand putting my hair behind my ear.

“You’re so beautiful, my girl.” He whispered. “So, so beautiful.” This surprised me. J never said anything like this, and no one else has, really. I think this wasn’t the fault of any hallucinations, the marijuana was making J this way. I smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

“And I mean it.” J said softly. “Every part of you is cherishable, everything about you is so gorgeous, glorious, majestic.” He spoke, I could tell he did mean it. I thought I felt tears well up in my eyes as I was smiling. These were the nicest things somebody has ever said to me. “You know, I’m not good with this kind of stuff, but… you’re really special to me.”

“I am?” I asked, my voice cracking.

“Yes, baby. You’re the most precious person to me, no one else has been or ever will be, I think.” J explained. I sniffed, he caressed my cheek. “I just… you mean so much to me, baby. It’s more than just sex. I love your company, how you talk, how you act, how you walk, how you smile… Everything about you I love.” I sniffed again, closing my eyes and letting the tears fall. They hit his face, but he didn’t care at all, wiping them from my cheeks. 

“What are you trying to say?” I asked with my cracked voice.

“I… I think I love you.” J finally stated. I looked him in the eye and, I don’t know if it was the drug or me myself, but I started crying. I broke down on his chest, sobbing, letting my tears drip everywhere. He loved me. He loved me. Clown Prince of crime loved me, a nobody. This was more than impossible. It was extraordinary. For him to love, I thought, was impossible. But I realised that moment that… I loved him, too. 

I looked at him with tears everywhere, falling, dripping. J’s blue eyes held concern as he watched me cry.

“What is it? Why are you crying?” He asked with a soft voice I had never heard him use. “Did I say something bad? Do you not lo-”

“J, shh, shut up.” I said, placing my small hand over his mouth, noticing the contrast between mine and his skin. “I’m crying because…” I sighed. “Because you’re the first person in my life to say things like that. Such nice and meaningful things about me. And it’s not like you, at all. But that’s not bad. But I’m also crying because, well…” I deeply inhaled. “Because I think I love you, too.” I said, finally getting my feelings out. Revealing my feelings towards him wasn’t hard. “And I think it’s strong. I love you very much, have for a long time.”

“Why haven’t you told me?”

“Well, you said to never use the word 'love’ in that context again, so I never did. I obeyed you, like I always do.” J looked away from me.

“I make you suffer, don’t I?”

“No, no, J. God, no.” I chuckled. “You never make me suffer, you hear? Never. You couldn’t.”

“Yeah, it’s just how I am. When I’m drunk or high, I calm down, I’m the, what do you call it, normal version of myself. I act and talk normally, I do things without seeming crazy or murderer-ish. Don’t I?”

“You do.”

“Do you like this side of me?”

“I do.”

“Well, then we must get high more often.” He said, smiling. And it wasn’t the wicked, maniacal grin he always had on his face, no. This was a true, natural smile I liked to see on people. I chuckled and kissed him. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” I spoke, peppering his face with kisses.

“Stop, baby, it tickles,” J said, chuckling. I stopped as I giggled, bending up to look at him again. “I love you so much, oh God.” He spoke, raising up and pressing me down on the bed, kissing my lips and tickling my sides. “Can I show you how much I love you? How much you mean to me?”

“Yes, baby. Please.” I smiled. 

“Tonight you won’t have to beg, tonight will be all about you, sweets.” He said, kissing down my neck. Man, was I living my dream…


a/n: LADIES AND GENTLE MEN THAT WILL BE ALL THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND FOR EVERYTHING, REMEMBER - I LOVE YOU, DON’T DO DRUGS OR ALCOHOL BEFORE YOU FINISH HIGH SCHOOL I LOVE YOU, STAY HEALTHY AND ENJOY THIS VERY FEELY IMAGINE, LAST PART OF THE SERIES MAID - JOKER X READER IMAGINE. THANK YOU!!!!!!!

The Day I Witnessed the Dumbest Thing I've Ever Seen A Band Kid Do

Yesterday at the game right after half time we were on the track walking back to the stands. This one kid decides he wants to try to make his face goes red. His friends were like “Don’t do that you’re gonna pass out” He does it anyways and he passes out and drops his mellophone (and destroys it) and face plants on to the track. His friends flips him over and he is seizing. He has cuts above and below one of his eyebrows, cuts on his nose, and his nose and right eye ended up swelling. He ended up being fine but when the directors came over to ask what had happened he says “life experience”

Hey, I like you

Summary: College AU- Jungkook calls you in the middle of the night to meet up for advice on how to ask out the girl he likes.
POV: 1st person, friends with Jungkook (BTS)
Genre: I don’t know what this is, or where it came from. Fluff maybe?
Word Count: ~2,700 (One shot)


We need to talk.

The text message popped up on your screen just before you were about to set it down for the night. Your phone was plugged in, already charging your battery that was only at 28%. You were in your pajamas, your hair was still damp from your shower, and your breath was minty from just brushing your teeth. You were set for bed, not feeling ready to meet up with a friend.

This wasn’t just any friend, however, this was your Jungkook, the boy you considered your best friend, though neither of you had said those words aloud. You had only met a year ago, but he was for sure the person you felt most comfortable with, the one that knew about your dorky side and never judged, because he had his own.

I’m going to bed, you sent back, sliding under the covers so you wouldn’t be tempted to give into his inevitable pleas.

But I really need to talk. Tonight. Please.

Keep reading

Cute

Originally posted by yaelstiel

Pairing: SamxReader
Word count: 437
Warnings: None
A/N: This is really short. I just had to write this, though. My son told me yesterday that he couldn’t call a girl he likes “cute” because he would get in trouble at school. I asked him why and he said that he wasn’t sure.


You pinched the bridge of your nose. Sam just called to let you know that he was picking up your seven year old at school, because they were getting sent home. He said they didn’t tell him why, and he would fill you in when you got home from work. You’d never had issues with Luke getting into trouble, he was generally pretty cool and collected.

After you asked your boss to leave half an hour early, you clocked out and headed home. Hopefully, it wasn’t anything too serious. But, it had to be, right? Or they wouldn’t have sent him home.

Pulling into your drive way, you were glad they were already home. At least you’d get answers soon enough. When you walked in your house, you raised your eyebrow. There was Luke, sitting at the table, eating Oreos. You glanced at your husband. “I’m not sure what’s going on here.” You stated. “I thought he was in trouble?”

Sam laughed, shaking his head. “For the stupidest thing ever.” He grinned. “He called a girl cute.” Luke nodded. “Apparently, there’s this girl that seems to always be alone. She wore a green dress today, and Luke told her that she was cute.” Green was Luke’s current favorite color. “A teacher overheard, and here we are.”

“You mean to tell me that they sent him from school….for that?” You were shocked. What kind of dumb ass rule was that?

“Yup. I even told them that.” He grinned. “Oh, which reminds me. You will have to do his school activities alone. I’m no longer welcome. I can go to plays and such…just not things I have to actually interact with people.” He looked like he was the one in trouble now.

Luke cracked up. “That was funny, Dad.” He said. “Dad called the principle an old bat who needed to move on from the stone age and that times had changed since she was a kid.” Your eyes widened, looking at Sam. “There’s more.” Of course there was. “When she got mad and her face got red, Dad told her to be careful. She didn’t want to wipe out life on the planet again like she did with the dinosaurs.”

Sam held his tongue. “Samuel Winchester!” You tried to act mad, you really did. “That was the best you could come up with?” You smirked. You had to agree, that was one of the dumbest rules you’d ever heard of. “Get your shoes on, Luke, we’re gonna go to Chuck E. Cheese’s for dinner.” You motioned to the door.

Sam’s face lit up nearly as much as Luke’s.

anonymous asked:

Shironeki, Arima, Uta and Ayato realizing they're in love with their s/o, please! (Keep on the good work, all of the admins here are awesome! (◡‿◡✿))

 Ahhh you’re all so sweet thank you so much!

 Kaneki’s breath catches in his throat as he looks at the picture of them. Their smile is beautiful, the way their eyes twinkle, and the way their hair falls in front of their face all make his heart flutter. But what really gets him is the memory of when the picture was taken. 

 “I just need you to move over to the left a bit,” he says, looking through the camera. They comply, moving over left to the display. Sen Takatsuki’s new book had just been released, and it was the first of her books that his lover had ever bought. He wanted to take a picture to remember it by.

 But now he feels his heart fall at the fact that he left them to protect them, because he loved them.


 It was quiet and it snuck up on Arima slowly. The way they read to him at night, the way they held him in the morning before he woke up and had to go to work, the way they laughed, it all added up to this one feeling of absolute protectiveness. He realized it one morning in bed with them, the sun had yet to rise, and they weren’t snuggled together like any romantic movie would make you think. There was a comfortable distance between them, but it was enough to comfort him. He turned around to face them, tucking a lock of wild hair behind their ear, taking them in to his arms and whispering, “I love you.”

 It was when they were goofing around in one of his newer masks that he felt his heart light up. The sight of them making the dumbest faces and impressions made Uta feel like the luckiest man alive. It wasn’t a feeling he’d had in a long time, if ever. And it was strange and made his heart feel light and fluttery for a moment when he first thought of them when he realized it. 

 He crooks his head to the head and sighs, leaning back. The thought of loving them both made his head spin and feel like he was soaring, but he loved it.


 It took him forever to realize it, and it cracked him in the face. It was everywhere around him though. The way they kissed him, the way they dressed and how their voice sounded when his name rolled off of his tongue. 

 Ayato realized that he loved them when they both said it at the same time. The movie they were watching was boring, the couple dull and unrealistic.

 His, “You know I love you, right?” Was mixed with their reply of,

 “God I love you.”

Pupformance Unit (Puppy!Performance Unit)

JUN:

  • he’s a Tibetan mastiff since they’re both tall, regal, agile, and mild
  • but it is a guard dog breed so if anything ever happens he’s always ready to fight
  • probably the sneakiest of the litter
  • doesn’t particularly care for shoes
  • but oh boy does he love eating bras! 
  • usually eats all the other puppies’ food
  • is already potty trained
  • like he can pee in a toilet hes a good boy
  • really excited when you say “WHO’S A GOOD BOY?!”
  • somehow the dumbest puppy you have ever met
  • GIVE THIS BABY PUP ALL THE ATTENTION
  • if you block his face, he starts crying
  • ends up sleeping by puppy minghao, either on top or under him
  • always up to cuddle with his favorite human
  • and lick your face to no end
  • ok lets just say on top of being a koot pup he is also a gigantic troll
  • gets ticked off when there are a lot of strangers in the house
  • and that’s when you get to catch a glimpse of his favorite pastime!
  • pooping for no reason
  • now I just wanna reiterate that Jun is actually a v good boy
  • but he likes pooping
  • ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • please watch this video this would be you if Jun was your dog
  • and yes Jun would be the type to poop on a random stranger’s shoe when you’re tryna have a house party
  • he just wants you all to himself ngl
  • and he’s not into strangers all up in his grill
  • but with that being said he IS v into cuddle buddies up in his grill
  • he’s always down for a good cuddle/chill session
  • but if it’s another member of puppy!svt he will literally abandon cuddling and attack them no joke
  • he plays really roughly
  • like literally tackling other puppies and like carrying them in his mouth by the skin on their necks
  • and Jun also loves playing with that toy thats basically just a rope and a human pulls on one side and a dog bites on the other side
  • he’s really competitive so that game is his jam
  • he’s just really intense but also playful, smart, and loving
  • who’s a good boy?
  • Jun’s a good boy
  • :’)

HOSHI:

  • cute mix between a border collie and something else
  • you honestly have no idea what
  • has floppy ears like puppy!dk
  • trips over his ears all the time
  • like ALL THE TIME
  • it’s v koot
  • loves to chase his tail
  • he’ll spin in circles for hours at a time if you let him
  • the only reason he really stops is he gets so dizzy he falls over
  • or he trips over his ears
  • one or the other
  • likes to bark at the squirrels with puppy!dk and do backflips when puppy!vernon breaks out the music
  • literally the most hyper puppy you will ever meet
  • tries to steal puppy!jeonghan’s spam
  • never succeeds bc puppy!jeonghan don’t need no puppy!hoshi taking away his precious spam aka the only true joy in his life
  • also gets very jealous of puppy!scoups when he gets a costume
  • especially if the costume has a cape
  • will try to take the cape so he can wear it himself
  • likes to play a game of “how many times can i touch pomsky!woozi before getting attacked” on a daily basis
  • this is quickly followed up by some tail chasing, then a round of “how many times will pomsky!woozi attack me before giving in and letting me cuddle”
  • when puppy!woozi gives in and lets him cuddle, he gets restless real fast
  • staying still isn’t his strong suit
  • gets up and brings you a frisbee bigger than his head for you to throw and plays with that with some of the other puppies
  • really likes cuddles, but can’t stay still for too long during the day so he only cuddles at night 
  • will waddle up to the other puppies when they’re sleeping and cuddle next to them 
  • other puppies place bets on who puppy!hoshi will cuddle with each night
  • favorite cuddle buddy is either shihtzu!jeonghan (bc of his soft fur) or sleeping pomsky!woozi (smol and floof + less scary than awake pomsky!woozi)
  • sometimes he’ll join beagle!scoups in your bed
  • it’s warm and makes him happy
  • you make him happy and he makes you happy! 
  • :D

THE8:

  • literally the most graceful basenji pup that ever lived
  • he’s kinda medium-sized, calm, reserved, and loyal
  • when he’s inside it doesn’t seem like he has that much energy
  • but as soon as you let him go outside he’s like 💃🏻🏃🏻
  • “l8er human i’m tryna GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
  • ok and get this: basenjis actually can’t bark like regular dogs
  • so that’s mainly the reason why he’s so quiet
  • but if he’s tryna tell you something
  • it’ll literally sound like this ok so don’t be alarmed
  • and that’s what happens every time he tries to bark literally
  • so rip your neighbors if Minghao gets like really annoyed
  • which he probably will if the other pups try to cuddle him or play really roughly
  • since Minghao is a really big fan of personal space
  • and he’s really tolerant of people and other animals but if he ever gets super mega annoyed he’ll literally give you this look like
  • “………………………………………..why”
  • also Minghao hates going to the vet
  • like no one could ever figure out why
  • but calm, mild Minghao will literally go berserk as soon as he sets foot in the vet’s office
  • maybe it’s because he hates that stainless steel smell?
  • but he’s perfectly fine with randomly licking/scratching the fence post in your backyard so…
  • anyway
  • he’s also v obedient and a fast learner
  • he’s literally the poster child for using pee pads in the house
  • and legitimately if you’re not busy he’ll literally go find you and tug on your pants a little bit to let you know he just used the pee pad
  • he’s such a good boy omg
  • his favorite treats are Jun’s treats lmao
  • he’s also a v competitive pup but he’ll only listen to you so entering him in contests in useless
  • basenjis typically only form emotional bonds with one human
  • so yeah you’re p much stuck with him forever
  • but he doesn’t mind
  • and you don’t mind
  • so have fun cuddling your fluffy puppy friend for eternity

DINO:

  • he’s a shiba inu because they’re both fiery, bold, and good-natured!!
  • follows beagle!coups around often because Dino likes to look up to his alpha
  • shiba!dino would appreciate it if you put a hat on him
  • it’ll make the puppy happy, so just do it
  • shiba!dino is very well mannered unlike french-bulldog!vernon
  • this puppy isn’t that hyper tbh
  • but omg don’t let puppy!mingyu eat puppy!dino’s food
  • dino doesn’t care that mingyu is a lot stronger than he is
  • puppy!dino will yap mingyu’s ear off until you give puppy!dino more food
  • when puppy!jeonghan sees this happening he’ll just walk over to puppy!dino and places BOTH of his paws on dino’s head like
  • “puppy child, stop”
  • it’s really cute because shihtzu!jeonghan is actually smaller than puppy!dino so imagine that
  • chases pomsky!woozi around the house just because woozi is smaller than puppy!dino so woozi just kinda stumbles every few steps across the floor
  • when you reprimand dino for this, dino will give you the BIGGEST puppy eyes
  • because like he’s sorry??? he was just having fun??? he didn’t want to upset you :(
  • usually spends his time rubbing his back on the carpet or grass
  • the other half of the time he’s either using husky!wonwoo as a pillow, or hiding from shihtzu!jeonghan
  • awwww imagine him climbing into the sink because he’s just so ready for his shower
  • BUT THEN YOU PUT HIM INTO THE BATHTUB FOR THE FIRST TIME AND THERE’S JUST SO MUCH WATER
  • at first he’s like “WHAT IS THIS? I’M GONNA DROWN?”
  • *cue the doge meme*
  • BUT THEN HE’S LIKE “I REALLY LIKE THIS, THANK YOU HUMAN” 
  • so hes just paddling around in there with his small paws
  • and he’s enjoying the way you’re shampooing his fur BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY BUBBLES
  • so he tries to eat a bubble, the bubble popped and he found it very amusing
  • so when you were blowing bubbles for him the next day, he took note of the bubble bottle you were holding because he’s a smart dog like that
  • now he brings you the bubble bottle like everyday because he LOVES BUBBLES 
  • not as much as he loves you though :’)

-Written by Admins Chorizo, VK, Sea, and Cali

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anonymous asked:

Shoujo manga style? Like Akashi dad offers money to Akashi s/o while he is watching and the s/o takes the money AND THROWS IN IN PAPA AKASHI FACE (I've just been reading so much)

You raised an eyebrow at this man in front of you, the one who just so happened to be your boyfriend’s father. He also happened to be rich… VERY rich.. However, you never cared for money, or status, and felt extremely offended at what he was asking of you.

YOU… Want me to… Break up with Seijuro… In exchange for… money…?”

He nodded, looking from you to his son, who was just as shocked as you were at the suggestion.

“He’s been spending too much time with you, and not enough time on his studies. He can’t fail and I don’t want any failures to run this family. I hope you understand, _____-san.”

You really didn’t understand what this man was talking about, given you always studied together, and worked out together. There was no issue with Akashi’s grades, as you were told by the teachers, and this entire situation was stupid. Still, you looked down at the money in his hand, paling at the big stack, wondering just HOW much he was offering. 

You watched Akashi’s face pale when you took it from his hand, staring at it with a neutral expression, before meeting his father’s gaze. You heard him intake a breath, as though concerned you were really going to choose money over him, but what you did next made both men look at you in shock.

You THREW it in his face.

It was an awkward silence for a few moments, and he was about to get mad, his face contorted with anger, when you spoke up first.

“That’s the dumbest thing anyone’s asked of me, ever. I’m sorry you feel that Seijuro has been slacking with his grades, but we’ve been studying together, and training together. I have never so offended in my life. I never dated your son for his money or social status. So, you can take that huge pile of cash, and shove it in your ass.”

You then turned around, giving Akashi a kiss on the cheek before smiling at him.

“I have to go, Seijuro.. I’ll see you in school, okay?”

You cast his father a glare, before walking out of the place with your head held high. You had pride, and you hoped your statement was made loud and clear. 

You couldn’t be bought.

anonymous asked:

this may be a little weird but can you do a HC of how the RFA acts to a female MC who makes the funniest facial expressions when someone says something dumb and can be really shady sometimes?? LMAOO

aw man goofy is great- SFW

Yoosung-
-he’s always a goofball
-whenever MC makes the face he always goes back and restates what he said before
-he gets so angry when there’s nothing wrong with what he said
-”MC WHY I LITERALLY STATED THE FACTS”

Zen-
-he literally alway makes shit up
-MC keeps making this stUPID FUCKING FACE
-STOP YOU- YOU- YOU
-he still can never be mean to her
-she helps him improve his speaking to make it more concise and factual

Jaehee-
-the face™ never happens around her
-always factual and proper
-but when MC gets around others that say dumb things
-jaehee cant stop wheezing
-that expression

Jumin-
-same as jaehee
-never EVER speaks out of line
-brings MC to business meetings
-she calls the other peoples bluffs

Seven-
-he says the dumbest shit
-but he laughs so hard when MC makes the face
-he almost pissed himself one time
-tries to imitate the face but can’t

Saeran-
-he rarely speaks in large chunks anyway
-when he does it’s sweet things he says to MC
-when they go out or get around Saeyoung
-inside he’s dying of laughter
-outside he’s a stone wall
-when he gets home he lets it all out

V-
-hun
-h u n
-T H E B O Y I S B L I N D
-H E C A N T S E E H E R F A C E
-sorry

man oh man, working through these asks is really fun

Overwatch: Festive

Because @overblotch said I should so you damn right I’m gonna fuckin do it. 

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Also in honor of all the gays that died after the highlight intro was released. 

RIP us. 


“Oh wow…I’ve never snowfall in London before…it’s quite romantic”

“Yes, quite. Are we done here?” Pharah grumbled lightly, making quick strides past the doctor in a sad attempt to keep herself warm. Sandstorms and temperatures reaching triple digits were easy, but her suit was not built for the cold let alone snow and neither was she.

Mercy pouted, just for a moment but followed her regardless. They had to catch up to Tracer who was far too excited to be home and during her favorite time of year. Running down the street with her arms outstretched, giggling and eyes twinkling like a child.

The mission was simple, transport some supplies, a few Talon enemies that attempted to intercept but didn’t stand a single chance and it was over before they knew it. Most assignments in London usually went this way, Tracer had an extreme home field advantage, knowing the layout like the back of her hand and the obscene need to make her country proud in wrecking the bad guys on her home turf.

“Isn’t this great!? Can we stick around now that we’re done!? We can visit the pub and and-”

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