they better freak when everything ends

I am a big dumb idiot who managed to lose the request proper, but it was for RFA + Minor Trio accidentally slamming a door into MC’s face and giving them a nosebleed. 



  • takes one look at you and almost cries 
  • oh no please forgive him he didn’t mean to he’s not going to be an abusive husband he swears it was JUST AN ACCIDENT 
  • seriously won’t stop apologizing and you tell him that you know a way to fix it and make everything fine again 
  • “tell me i’ll do ANYTHING” 
  • you grin and - even as your nose is still dripping blood - you say… 
  • “just give me a kiss and that’ll make the pain go away” 
  • yoosung turns into a tomato. 
  • …….also ur cleaning up the blood first seriously let’s get some tissues. 


  • you are fine c h i l l it hurts but seriously it’s fine 
  • he waxes eloquent about how he failed in his duties of being you’re perfect prince and is like “do it to me, too”
  • uh no Zen ur face puts food on the table
  •  he demands some recompense though so you’re like, alright fine, wear cat ears for a day he agrees
  • but he’s already sneezing by noon and refuses to take them off because HE PROMISED


  •  this woman is so tired. 
  • like she is just dead on her feet and slams ur face with the door in her dazed stupor 
  • she just stares at you in as you hold your face and tear up
  • just stares 
  • in complete incomprehension,
  • like she can’t really process what’s happening. 
  • then she’s like “oh shoot i can, i can fix it” 
  • “bathroom” 
  • “i’ll do first aid” 
  • “we’ll fix this i’m so sorry” 
  • thats what she says but what she actually does is grab your arm and drag you to the laundry room, while you’re going like “Jaehee, I’m fine, it just stings. JAEHEEEEEE I’M FIIINNEEEE” 
  • (you have to grab her by her shoulders to get her to listen, and then you put some coffee into this poor tired woman.)


  • he must assess the damage before he can proceed 
  • unfortunately, the damage is whoops you start reflexively crying, and Jumin doesn’t know what to do about that. 
  • you try to tell him that um you’re fine, but your bawling doesn’t really lend any credibility to your case 
  • things calm down after like, 15 minutes, which Jumin spends hugging you and cleaning your face for you
  •  he feels so bad and makes you breakfast for the next week 


  •  ok so as soon as he realizes what happened he falls to his knees and starts speaking like a Shakespearean actor about the tragedy that has befallen his One True Love
  • you play along and collapse to the floor, pretending to be dying “O, woe is me, for I have been so brutally slain by my own lover” 
  • the two of you go on like this until you’ve forgotten that it hurts and the both of you are giggling on the floor
  • he says he really is sorry, though, and to prove it he shoves some honey buddha chips into your face
  • (honey buddha chips fix everything) 
  • when you finally ACTUALLY clean your face, he tells you that you look like a zombie and you smack him lightly. 


  • You start crying and V apologizes a million times because he FEELS TERRIBLE 
  • (like, he has an excuse for doing it but THAT DOESN’T MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER OMGGGGGGG)
  • omg he’ll make you tea he’ll get you something to clean ur nose, it isn’t broken right?? 
  • ahh 
  • (he can’t even drive you to the doctor) 
  • honestly you. you kind of end up comforting V more than he ends up comforting you. 
  • (this tender flower freaks out about hurting bugs, much less you.) 
  • he also doesn’t have tissues at his house so you have to use napkins. 
  • (well that’s going on the shopping list.)

Unknown (Saeran)

  • After accidentally smacking you, he stares at you for a moment before slamming his own face into the door.
  • Tears are coming down your face and you’re like “WHY DID U HIT URSELF WTF” 
  • he is kind of tearing up himself just from the pain and he’s like “I HIT ME FOR U” 
  • so the both of you are in pain and bleeding profusely together, and then sit on the couch with tissues up your nose 
  • “this is a weird morning,” you idly comment, your voice kind of stuffy from your plugged nose, and he’s like 
  • “yeah.” 
  • “let’s not actually go outside and just watch TV or something.” 
  • “sounds great.”


  • Vanderwood mother hens the shit out of you and knows exactly what to do 
  • honestly they are like the most competent and equipped to handle this though they also apologize the least. 
  • SRSLY” 
  • (way to own up to your mistakes Vanderwood) 
  • after you’re all fixed up though, they do look away and quietly mumble a single “sorry”. 
  • (you know they feel really bad about it, even if they don’t say much.) 
Should you fight VIXX?

N: I’d lay down my life for my mother, don’t you dare touch Hakyeon. Me and Leo are already on the way to your place to give you a good scolding. Also bc Taekwoonie had too much coffee and he needs to use the restroom so pls open up.

Leo: yes wtf he’s so bipolar. Everyone knows this hamster is a freak when the cameras are off. He’s 50/50 a sadist so idk man he’s most likely got a voodoo doll of you somewhere if you try and start shit. He got some pretty long legs so you better be a track star and run quickly.

Ken: ok listen… he’s my bf and everything but he’s out here coming for our lives every time he does aegyo, and I’ve had enough. You should fight him 100 % but he’s too pretty and someone is gonna end up crying, most likely you. FYI Ravi is planning your murder rn and especially making sure no one finds a body.

Ravi: man you gotta be a serial killer to want to fight this fool. Too busy for you and your antics. Won’t even know what your deal is and ignore your ass if you start throwing punches. Next thing you know he’s spittin bars about Bobby and how no one appreciates him. Just leave this emotional bee alone.

Hongbin: sassy bean is really emo bean. Doesn’t mean any harm, you don’t gotta fight him tbh he’ll just apologize and cringe while trying to do aegyo. He’ll most likely cry if you touch him and his precious hair so pls be gentle.

Hyuk: man this kid will body slam you if you even look at him for too long, no second thought. This dude will pick you up and drag you on the floor and sit on you for like 4 hours until he’s done scolding you. You’ll end up giving him your lunch money and change, don’t even try.

Originally posted by bogota-zaku

deh pets headcanon

ok so i made another headcanon before about phones and things they would all have and mentioned that evan would probably have a dog. so then naturally i just started thinking about all of them which resulted in this. another warning that it’s midnight and im half dead soooo yeah enjoy??? 


  • he would be the kid that BEGGED until his parents got him whatever animal he wanted
  • like he has a lot of pets idk
  • the first thing that comes to my mind is a bird
  • and i’m not talking like a cute little parakeet
  • im talking like an annoying ass huge bird
  • like they used to keep it in the house but it was just,,,, , so loud
  • so now they keep it in the shed
  • (don’t worry he takes great care of the bird even tho it’s in the shed)
  • i keep picturing a parrot
  • is that even llegal? idk 
  • don’t ask me
  • the bird’s  name would either be like something he named when he was little like “rainbow”
  • or it would be literally just meme
  • like
  • the bird’s name would be meme
  • there is no in between don’t fight me on this
  • he would also have a guniea pig named something really stupid too
  • idk what it would be probably dat boi or another old meme 
  • but he would love that freaking thing
  • he would like constantly hold it or like carry it around his house
  • or he would show up at evan’s house holding it and evan would be like “what why”
  • and he would be like “oh yeah. this is dat boi and he’s coming inside with me”
  • he wouldn’t have a dog tho
  • they probably had one when he was little but it passed away and they didn’t think anything could be better than that dog
  • aw now i’m sad
  • maybe he would have a hamster at one point too but it would like probably get annoying and he would give it to connor
  • oh thats another thing for later
  • long story short jared loves animals


  • connor would probably be like “i hate all animals. i hate everything. angst blah blah blah
  • but jared one day just showed up with a hamster like “just tAKE IT”
  • and then left
  • so he was like uhh okay
  • and he ended up becoming secretley obsessed with this hamster
  • like when he was feeling really angry and about to freak out he would just watch it run on it’s little wheel and it would calm him down
  • he wouldn’t name it because “he didn’t want to get too attached” 
  • (he was so attached. he loved it.)
  • he would buy so much stuff for it
  • like he would come home with bags and bags of little tubes for it to run in or a bunch of different wheels to try out 
  • his mom would be like “connor what is that” and he’d be like “nOTHING”
  • it would be a hamster mansion
  • p.s. zoe wouldn’t know about the hamster
  • she would be completley oblivious somehow
  • his parents did tho and didn’t really care
  • evan was the only person that knew about the hamster other than that
  • and he loved that thing so much
  • like whenever him and connor would hang out he would just be constantly holding it
  • evan probably named it in his head but never really says it out loud 
  • and one day he lets it slip
  • like
  • “aw can we take out hammy?”
  • and connor’s like “whatthefuck”
  • and evan gets all nervous and stuttering 
  • but they eventually just start calling it hammy
  • it would be a really tan almost orange looking hamster btw
  • and it’d probably be really fat because evan likes to give him treats
  • side note: the only other animal connor would like is evan’s dog which i will talk about later


  • alana would always love animals but she never really acted on it much
  • like she would know anything and everything about animals but would never really vocalize it 
  • until one day zoe starts talking about how she likes animals
  • then she just goes crazy
  • like she’s a Certifed Animal Lover™
  • but anyway
  • I feel like she would have a little dog
  • like not a chuiwawwawawaw i gave up on spelling that rip
  • but like a little rescue dog
  • it would probably look like a puggle 
  • and while she’s doing homework the dog would just like sit in her lap
  • (if u haven’t already noticed this is heavily based on how kristolyn lloyd mentioned alana having a dog or something with her on stage and tbh i agreed hard core)
  • this dog would be so freaking spoiled
  • like im talking huge beds made for golden retrievers 
  • purple sparkly collars and harnesses and clothes (the dog’s color would be purple. dont fight me on this) (wow i can’t believe i just gave a dog a favorite color rip)
  • she would make it wear shoes sometimes and take funny videos to post on her instagram
  • this dog would have the most extra name of all time
  • like Persephone or athena or some goddess name 
  • i didn’t include this in the other hc but she would DEF have a vlog channel
  • and she would be like “hey guys! this is alana and dionysus (yes i just googled that im sorry) and welcome to todays video!”
  • either that or she would have a guinea pig
  • but i more see her with a dog
  • she would love that dog so much


  • golden retriever. for sure.
  • she would be the kid who BEGGED their parents for a dog for years and years
  • like every school essay would be about why she should get a dog
  • and she would like tape dog pictures to the fridge and on her notebooks at school
  • she would be s’cute
  • but when she got into high school her parents expected it to kind of drop off
  • but no
  • not at all
  • she only wrote more essays about why she should get this dog
  • and they were still like “mehhh no”
  • (actually cynthia would be fine with it but larry would be like hell no hell no hell no)
  • so the day she turned eighteen she was like “screw this im an Adult™ now”
  • and just went out and got a dog
  • and when she came back home with it everyone was like “what have you done”
  • and she just shrugs and is like “i’m an adult now i get to do what i want”
  • and nobody really says anything after that
  • she loves that dog so much
  • it would be a girl named kiwi
  • or something weird but adorable like that
  • and she would sneak it into school sometimes 
  • she would totally get caught but it would be worth it to her
  • she only did that when the dog was a puppy tho
  • when kiwi got big she loved her even more
  • omg this dog would know so many tricks
  • like im not talking “sit” and “roll over”
  • (but obvi she would know those)
  • im talking like dance and jump and speak and play dead
  • that dog would be so smart
  • zoe would work really hard to train her tho
  • she would try to bring her everywhere
  • like when all of them would hang out she would make the plans around wherever place was dog friendly ya know
  • her parents would be like “no dog on the bed!1!1!”
  • but no
  • i mean the dog would obviously have a dog bed 
  • (and it would be damn comfy tbh)
  •  but she would always sleep in zoe’s bed
  • not at her feet but like right up on top of the pillow like she’s a human
  • ok I’ve gotta stop now time for evan handsoap


  • i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: i love evan so much okay
  • just a reminder
  • anywho
  • evan would never really be the type to beg for a dog
  • but heidi got one for him at the beginning of senior year just bc she thought it would be good for him
  • (she tries so hard i love her too)
  • and at first he was like “oh ok hi dog”
  • but then he’s like “ohmygod i love u”
  • it’s def a dachshund/wiener dog don’t fight me on this i know it’s a thing
  • he would name it bonsai 
  • i know he would
  • my hear is melting just thinking about this s end he lp
  • but he would love that thing so much
  • he would love taking hikes or little nature walks with her
  • (the dog would be a girl btw idk how i know this i just do)
  • and the dog would be very fit
  • like she would never be fat
  • she wouldn’t know very many tricks
  • like  only sit and high five
  • but it’s ok she’s an angel
  • she’s probably  like very light tan almost blonde (if u google a pic of a light tan weiner dog you’ll see what I mean they’re so cute I cant)
  • and when he’s anxious she can always tell
  • so she goes up to him and just like sits next to him and kinda whines bc she’s worried?? idk you know what i mean
  • but at night she sleeps curled up into evan’s side
  • like wiener dogs when they sleep literally curl into a little burrito 
  • she does that
  • it’s so cute
  • when connor stays over the dog sleeps between them
  • oh yeah
  • that’s the only dog connor likes
  • like he hard core loves that dog
  • when he sees her he uses this high pitched baby voice
  • you know the one im talking about
  • it’s adorable
  • evan thinks it’s the best thing he’s ever heard actually
  • he loves that connor loves his dog
  • i just thought of this but what if it was a therapy dog
  • like he could bring it to school when he had really bad days
  • and she would be v friendly and love people
  • and in class when he got anxious he would just stick his hand down and pet his dog
  • (if u can’t already tell idk how service/therapy dogs work someone educate me)
  • he wouldn’t bring her with him a lot
  • bc people would want to pet her and he would get all flustered
  • and once he got kicked out of a store because the worker thought he just brought in a dog and evan was too nervous to explain that it was his therapy dog
  • poor boyo
  • but zoe and alana and connor and jared would BEG him to because they all love her
  • so when they got ice cream at a la mode he would always bring bonsai just to make them shut up
  • and the employees there know bonsai and always give them a free vinalla cone for her
  • ah i just love the idea of him having a dog
Bts reaction to their gf having a hard nipple during cold weather

I have just finish my fanfic about BTS and I would really appreciate if you check it and tell me what you think in the ask box! 


Originally posted by fawnave

So I think this guy also have sensitive nipple so I am sure he will ended up admire and glad that he is not the only one with sensitive nipple. This is where you both ended up showing each other’s nipples.


Originally posted by imonaworldtour

He literally doesn’t give a fuck. He would just give you a “oh”. It would just make it easier for him, he doesn’t have to make you hard and just start sucking you off right away.


Originally posted by yoongichii

it would take him by surprise and he would laugh cuz he didn’t know that your nipple would the magic. Later after the intense nipples sucking he would just compliment you about it. 


Originally posted by jaayhope

He would think that it’s cute and would kiss your nipple and breast all over the place, sending butterfly in your stomach. 


Originally posted by jimiyoong

This guy would pissed the living hell outta you by teasing you about and now he knows about your sensitivity, you better be ready for the most annoying teasing session when you are having sex.


Originally posted by 4cyphers

The gif says everything, this guy will become a staring freak. He would just admire the fact that your nipple got hard on cold weather cuz I mean this guy will love his gf so much that he admire every fucking shit about her. 


Originally posted by missbaptan

First of all, IGNORE JIN! This guy would ended up laughing at it and embarrass the living heck outta you but he would still ended up sucking and biting on it later.

-Requested By Anon-

Big Sister

Request- @thatdorkkaitlyn​: “ Hi could You plizz Do an Eddie kaspbrak imagine where the reader is his older sister and basically a parent to all the loser kids and the only “adult” that help believe them. Plizz make it as fluffy as possible, love your stuff!”
Words: 1138
A/N: I had a free period so I could finally finish this! I hope ya like it!

Eddie was always different, in the sense of how ‘ill’ his mother made him out to be. In reality he wasn’t that sickly, you could tell that, but never once would you let that little ‘secret’ slip to his mother.

You were Eddie’s half sister, but he liked to just call you sister, it made no difference to him, he loved you like he’d love a normal sister, though you weren’t normal, far from it, and Eddie didn’t need to know what having a true sister was like to know that he loved you like one.

Then came the Pennywise debacle, one of the strangest things that’s ever happened to you and Eddie, and his mother still lived and breathed to this day, that alone is enough to know how serious this was, anyone could tell you that his mother was bat shit crazy to an extent, yet she did have good mother-like qualities.

It started out like every summer vacation day had been so far, although there wasn’t much to go off of considering that they had just been let out of school, but you had a feeling that it would be like that every summer day until him and his buddies started school again. The day went along boring as usual, you had a break from college so you didn’t have much to do, until Eddie came in with a terrified look on his face, as if he had just seen a ghost, well a clown in this case, but it very well could’ve been a ghost had this being so desired to take on that form, but for eDDIE HE HAD TOLD YOU IT WAS A lEPER, RATHER THAN A CLOWN.

You had ended up being the one to calm him down before his mother came home, we all know what would’ve happened had she found out, even though she eventually did find out, under different circumstances of course. Luckily she found out later, although finding your son hanging out with his friends, a broken arm in a sling, would piss you off severely. Motherly instincts was the only answer you could think of, not that you spent too much time thinking about it

Naturally you believed Eddie, why would your little brother lie to you in the first place? But then IT actually came to you, and any doubt you had left your mind immediately, after you got over the trauma of course, seeing your worst fear come to life and be in front of you is not something you’d want to face, you could go as far to say that you wouldn’t wish it upon your worst enemy no matter how hated they are.

WHen you ran to Eddie raving about seeing the thing that scared you the most, along with a clown, his eyes almost fell out of his skull in fear and surprise. To him you were a warrior, more than a warrior, people say he called you a goddess on Earth whenever you came up, always willing to take a black eye to the face for you too, he never thought it would happen to you of all people.

Later on the both of you went to see the rest of his little ‘club’ as he liked to call it, you always found it cute, they were a tight knit group and they were very close, they were a part of the family to in your eyes. They explained all that had happened to them, they also mentioned a house that It supposedly lived in, never would you go in there, it was too dangerous for anybody. None of you knew what the creature was, only that it wasn’t of human origin, it might be an alien or something.

Naturally they suggested going into the house, Bill was the main one to bring up the idea, Beverly following along with it, mainly because of her crush, you could tell she didn’t want to do it from a mile away.  But love makes a person do strange things, something you had learned from this encounter, love was one of the strongest things out there.

By the time you had arrived at the house, fear was sunk deep inside of you, anything was possible with this place. If IT can make your greatest fears come to life, what else could IT do? Part of you wanted to know, a very small part, you were a very rational person who liked to stay safe and alive, this was a huge risk on your part.

All of you huddled together, each one of the kids had doubts in their minds, even Bill, who was the main one to preach about going into the house in the first place. Bill gave a pep talk, a very good one, you noticed he didn’t stutter as much, a great improvement, it meant he was getting better, at least you hoped he was.

The little ‘adventure’ you guys had was pretty short lived, everything ended badly, with Eddie in a sling like it had been mentioned before. Getting out of there as quickly as possible, the worst thing happened, right next to this experience. Eddie’s mom came home, she saw the sling, him arm held tightly within the bonds, and freaked out, she had every right to, you’ll give her that one.

Eventually the clown was defeated, a feat that almost proved to be impossible. The happiness in your heart swelled when you saw that Beverly and the rest of the gang were safe and sound, aside from being emotionally traumatized that is, it was certain they wouldn’t live this down, not like you would either, you just knew how to cope is all.

Once Eddie had stood up to his mother things had changed drastically, she blamed his rebelling on you, a thing that happened a lot since you had seen the obvious, her lies and what she was doing to him. Now you had to go back college, summer was coming to an end, and you didn’t want to leave yet.

Mainly you didn’t want to leave Eddie with his bitch of a mother, but it had to be done. You knew Eddie was strong, so you didn’t worry much, but you were still his big sister, so worrying about him was alway going to be on your agenda.

At least he has his club, they’ll help him more than you could at this moment. Besides, he seemed to be really close with Richie, no matter how much he says he hates him, you knew better, Richie was trustworthy no matter how trashy his mouth was. He’ll be a good boyfriend someday, so will Eddie, if he ever bucks up and actually admits he like someone. Personally, you’re voting for Richie, but that’s up to Eddie.

anonymous asked:

Hey, so if its not too much to ask could I request a headcanon of the LL crew bringing aboard a human who is going to have a baby or has one please? Sorry I just read the puppy headcanons and it gave me baby fever!

Hey hey I’m cool with it! If you don’t mind, I decided to make this as the bot has been dating the human and so even though the kid isn’t theirs, they care for it and try to help their s/o and become like the kid’s parent over time. I don’t know, it’s just cute to me?? I’m a giant nerd??

Don’t hate XD And I know this is a bit of a stretch, just suspend your imagination lol.


  • When Rodimus first sees his s/o’s baby, he thinks it’s pretty weird. Primus, humans are already so small, you’re telling him they can get even SMALLER? It’s so squishy too and can’t defend itself at all. What does it do? Nothing?? Babies are definitely weird. He’s really nervous about helping his s/o raise this kid because he doesn’t think he’s gonna be a good dad.


  • But when his s/o suggests that Rodimus use his holoform to see the baby, he’s down for it. When he does, he gets up close and he realizes wow, it’s actually kind of cute. He lightly pokes the baby with a finger and they latch onto it with their own very tiny fingers. That’s the moment that he falls in love and ever since then the baby and their mother are his ‘favorite humans ever’. They both get a Rodimus star on a daily basis for being freaking adorable. Every single day, not even kidding.

  • He’s a bit of an idiot around the kid as they grow up though. Not really sure how to help his s/o with their baby but honestly tries his best. He’s not a good babysitter because he gives the kid sugar and lets them go loose most of the time and occasionally encourages them to do stupid stuff. However, he’s great at cheering the kiddo up when they’re feeling down and his s/o loves him for it. Goofy and unsure dad but a surprisingly great role model for the kid as time goes on and he gets better.


  • Though he’ll never admit it, the Doctor has a big soft spot for sparklings and now, babies. Of course there are a lot of differences but there are a lot of similarities too. He’s too tired and busy to be able to help his s/o take care of their baby as much as he wants. However when he does have free time, he enjoys being around them. His s/o is good company as well. ;D

  • Luckily, when he does have the time to watch and play with the kid, he’s good with them. He’s a doctor and so he doesn’t get grossed out by the baby you know being a baby. He does get annoyed when they cry but then hey, who doesn’t? It never stops him from being able to calm them down quickly but he grumbles and throws a rude comment at anyone who says anything about it. Also healthiest baby ever, practically never sick because Ratchet is on that.


  • The toddler and little kid stages are probably the hardest for him because he’s just too fucking old for that shit dude. But when the kid gets older themselves, it’s easier for him to connect with them though he has no patience when they’re a teenager. Don’t sass Ratchet, you’ll regret it. Good dad - grumpy as fuck- but real kind.


  • He loves the child, they are pure and innocent and beautiful and so is his s/o and holy frag he didn’t expect to love them both so much? What? His life has turned upside down once again but he’s so happy. He has no idea what he’s doing either but takes it in stride better than Rodimus and just is always there for his s/o. Wants to hold the baby At. All. Times.


  • The baby loves him too, they’re usually cooing and happy when he’s holding them so his s/o is more than happy to let him. XD He can’t handle the gross stuff though nope, no that’s nasty but he helps anyway because he’s not gonna leave his s/o hanging. Always taking the kid to Ratchet for check ups because he worries. When they older he teaches them how to fight if their mom is cool with it.


  • When they’re older he’s just as good with them, he’s a very patient dad who is always giving the kiddo good advice and helping them whenever he can. It’s a strange life Drift leads now with his human s/o and their child but he loves them both a lot and that is very obvious to anyone who spends five minutes with him. Patient, caring dad who will also destroy anyone who fucks with his kid.



  • Cyclonus and Tailgate take a while to figure out babies and how to help their s/o. Cyclonus is a bit withdrawn from the whole thing not because he doesn’t love them both but just because he has no idea what the fuck to do. Tailgate loves the baby but tends to treat them like a human adult and their s/o has to teach him about babies. They both get better as time goes on and their s/o is very understanding.


  • They also both admit the baby is a darling and come to love it dearly. Tailgate always wants to play with it and make the kid happy, Cyclonus is concerned about raising them properly with their s/o. He will sing to the child a lot, especially to help them fall asleep. Both are VERY protective of their s/o and the child. Cyclonus teaches the kid everything he can because he wants them to grow up smart and strong. Tailgate makes sure the kid knows they care and keeps Cyclonus from being too strict.

  • As the kid grows older, Cyclonus loosens up a bit with them and is better at being around them and taking care of them. Tailgate has a tendency to freak out over the smallest of stuff like when the kid falls and scratches their knees (this never changes about him) but in the end they’re both good dads. Protective & stern, but cool dads.


Calling For Help

“Please, mate? I could really use your help.” Joe pleaded into the phone.

“I’m sure one of the others would be more…qualified to take care of her. Or even Y/F/N! What is she doing?” Josh asked, phone pressed to his ear.

“Everyone is busy, and I’m not able to get back. Please, Josh. Y/N just needs someone to grab her stuff from the shops and to make sure she eats. That’s all. It’ll be easy.”


“Josh, I never ask you for anything. I’m asking you now. Please, go take care of my sick girlfriend. It’s for two days. Not even!”

“Fine.” He conceded, “I’ll go.”

“Thank you! You’re a life saver.”

“She’s not dying, is she?!”

“No!” Joe laughed, “It’s just a saying. Y/N will let you in, I’ll text her to say you’re going over.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Josh mumbled, heading to his bedroom to gather a few items. “You owe me, Sugg.”

“I know, I do.” Joe replied sincerely. “Thank you, honestly.”

“Good luck with your meetings.” Josh told him before ending the call.

“Hello.” Y/N smiled as she opened the door, but she leaned heavily against it. “Joe was exaggerating, you didn’t need to come over.”

Josh opened his mouth to reply, but she began to couch harshly, gripping the door so she wouldn’t fall over.

“Apparently I did.” He told her, frowning as he put an arm around her. “Back to the couch. Or bed. Which one?”

“Couch.” Y/N replied, wincing at the rawness in her throat. “Stairs are too much.”

“Right.” Josh kicked the door shut behind them as he lead her back to living room, wondering if she should be shaking that much.

Once she was curled up on the couch once again, a couple of blankets wrapped around her, he stood in front of her.

“Now what?”

Laughing softly, she nodded towards the kitchen. “Can you manage tea?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“Do you know where anything is?”


“Of course not,” She sighed. “Well, the kettle is on the counter, and the tea is in the cupboard beside the fridge.” Nodding, Josh headed for the kitchen, and after a little bit of a struggle, he managed to get the water boiling before searching through the cupboard for the tea.

“No, the other cupboard!” Y/N called from the couch, laughter laced through her words. “Oh, you are hopeless!”

“Don’t you dare get up!” Josh said sternly, noticing her make a move to stand up. “You are sick. And Joe will kill me if you get hurt.”

“I won’t get hurt if I walk towards the kitchen.”

“Just stay there.” Josh pointed at her, and rolling her eyes, Y/N settled back against the couch.

By time the water was boiling, he managed to find the tea, and made them both a mug. Only spilling a little bit on his walk back over to the couch, he settled in beside her, studying her face..

There was no doubt that she was sick. Her skin was pale and had a light sheen from sweat, there were bags under her eyes, and her hands still shook slightly as she lifted the mug to her lips.

“Stop staring. I know I look like shit.” Y/N mumbled, smiling when Josh jumped.

“You look fine.”

“Sure I do. Want to watch a movie?”

“Yeah, okay.” A movie, he could handle that. This taking care of Joe’s sick girlfriend should be easy.

Except it wasn’t.

Because they ran out of cold medicine, and the shops had closed early because it was a Sunday. Josh offered to go farther, to find a Tesco, but Y/N insisted she would be fine.

Until her fever suddenly spiked, and Josh began to freak out. He didn’t know what to do, or how to help. But he refused to call Joe. Because his mate had asked him to come help, and he was meant to be reliable.

So Josh did the next best thing: he called Conor.

“What’s up?”

“You’re at home, right?” Josh said quickly, eyes darting over to the shivering body curled up on the couch. Y/N was also groaning lightly, her arms wrapped around her stomach, and her eyes were closed tightly.

Josh was terrified something was really wrong with her.

“In Brighton? Yeah.” Conor replied, “You know this.”

“Can I talk to your mum?”


“Conor, please!”

“Just a moment.” Conor told him, still confused. But there was some muffled talking before a kind voice carried through the speaker.

“Hello, Josh.”

“Hi, Helen. I need your help.”

“What’s wrong, dear?” Her voice turned worried, her motherly instinct kicking in.

“Uhm, I’m over at Joe’s taking care of his girlfriend, Y/N. She’s sick. But…well. I don’t know what to do. And she doesn’t look very good. And she’s shaking and pale and groaning and help.”

“Alright, first, take a breath.” Helen said calmly, and Josh did as told. “Now, have you taken her temperature recently?”

“Yes. About twenty minutes ago. It was near a hundred.”

“Hmm, that’s not good, but not bad enough to bring to the hospital. And you said she was shaking?”

“Quite a lot.”

“That’s okay, her body is just trying to fight the virus. Has she had anything to eat today?” Helen continued her questioning, and Josh glanced over at the kitchen counter, where the plate of half eaten toast still sat.

“A little bit of toast. And some tea to drink earlier.”

“Good. Simple things are all she can handle for now. Any vomiting?”

“Not yet. But she’s got her arms wrapped around her stomach.”

“Might want to grab a bucket, or move her closer to the bathroom.”

“Oh.” Josh said simply, and Helen laughed lightly.

“You’re doing fine, dear. Honestly. It’s hard, taking care of someone. Because there’s only so much that can be done.”

“What…what can I do for now?” Josh asked her, moving closer to Y/N.

“Keep her warm. Get her to drink a little bit of water. And if she does start to vomit, she’ll probably want some crackers after. I wouldn’t worry too much about the medicine, you can pop out and grab some tomorrow. If her temperature goes any higher though, you may have to take her to the hospital.” Helen told him and Josh felt a slight bout of panic at that.


“Yes, but only if it gets worse. Check her temperature every hour, and feel free to call Conor again to talk to me if you need anything else. Are you going to be alright?”

“I, uhm, I think so. Thank you, Helen.”

“Any time, Josh. I’ll ring you tomorrow to check in on Y/N. Good night.”

“Night.” Josh muttered, ending the call.

When Joe came home the next evening, Josh met him at the door.

Never ask me to do that again.”

“Was it that bad?” Joe blinked up at the taller man.

“He did fine!” Y/N called from the other room.

Never again.” Josh repeated, following Joe into the living room.

“Hello, love.” Joe smiled over at Y/N, dropping a kiss on her head. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” She replied, smiling up at him. “Josh just got a little freaked out when my fever spiked.”

“Was everything okay?” Joe frowned a little, glancing between the two.

“After I called for help, yes.” Josh shrugged.

“Help?” Joe laughed, “Who in the world did you call?”

“Mama Maynard.” Y/N answered as Josh blushed. “She seems like a very lovely woman.”

“I’m going home now. I am never taking care of a sick person ever again.” Josh shook his head, picking up his bag. “I don’t care if I’m the last resort, Joe. Never again.”

“Bye, Josh!” Y/N called after him while Joe continued to laugh.

Poor Josh, he ended up sick in bed two days later.

Y/N and Joe offered to come over to help take care of him. He told them to piss off.

“You have to choose” Part 1

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader x Clint Barton

Featuring: Steve Rogers

Words: 1627

Warning: none

Tags: @always-keep-on-fighting

Request: Requested by @always-keep-on-fighting:

“If you can, I’d like one of clint again. Where tony and clint like the reader both and things get complicated since they get jealous of one another for the reader but in the end the reader decides clint”

Notes: so this is going to have 3 parts. This one, the second where the dates will take place, and the third one when reader will make her decision. Hope you like it! ;)

Originally posted by arlothia

Originally posted by 08s

PART 2  /  PART 3

How did you even get into the mess? And most important…why? Your life was so easy before you met this group of people. Yeah, you cared for all of them but still, some days you wondered why you got out of the bed that morning, why you went to get coffee to that new place instead of going to your usual coffee house.

If you had followed your habitual routine, you wouldn’t have run into that blond guy with a cheeky smile, Clint Barton. You would have never ended up on a date with him, you would have never be friends with him and he would have never fall for you, or you for him. He would have never introduced you to his friends and you would never met Tony Stark who wouldn’t have fallen for you as well, and of course you were so stupid that you would end up developing a crush on the man. Everything would have been easy. Probably that was what many people liked to call fate or destiny.

You didn’t really believe in those things but this time you didn’t have much option. Everything was meant to happen or it seemed like that. Now you found yourself between Clint, your best friend, the one who made you believe you could reach the stars, the one who made you feel so special and loved, the one who turned your world upside down; and Tony Stark, the flirty one, the womanizer, the genius who could actually make you reach the stars. And you had no idea how to handle the situation.

“This is going to end bad”, Steve told you.

He had been your rock for the past few weeks. He knew everything that was going on in your love triangle and tried to help you as much as he could. He was so helpful, he was the one who stopped you from freaking out when Clint and Tony started to fight for you.

“Don’t you think I know that already?” You sighed rubbing your forehead. “I don’t know what to do”

“Well…you better figure it out soon, (Y/N), or this will affect the team which…would be bad”, he said.

You sighed and nodded. He was right. You just couldn’t let it happen. So you left his room and went downstairs to look for those two men that were driving you crazy. Luckily, you found them in the kitchen in an awkward silent. Clint was eating a sandwich while Tony was making himself some coffee.

“Good. You’re here” you said walking in the room.

They both looked at you and it physically hurt you seeing his faces lighting up. Don’t take it wrong…you wanted them to be happy but it would be so much easier if only one of them felt that way. And of course, it would also be so much easier if you only had feelings for one of them.

“You ok?” Clint asked as he saw you so serious.

“Yeah…sort of”, you sighed looking at both of them. “I gotta talk to you. Both of you”, you finally said.

Tony and Clint looked at each other frowning, obviously confused and not really knowing what you wanted to tell them. Clint put the sandwich down at the same time Tony put down his mug. Both paying attention to you. Good.

“Look, we can’t keep on going like this.” You stated. “I know how you both feel about me and…you know how I feel about you, but this has to stop”, you told them. They looked at each other and then back at you. “This is not just affecting your friendship…it’s also affecting the team and I’m not going to let it happen”, you said.

“And what do you suggest?” Clint laughed. “I told you a million times (Y/N)…I’m not giving up on you”

“Neither am I”, Tony shrugged.

You sighed running both hands through your hair, frustrated. Damn them.

“I don’t know ok? I never planned this. I wish…” you bite your lip. “Sometimes I wish I had never met you” you admitted.

You could see how your words hurt them deeply but it was the truth. This had been so complicated that you were just tired and they weren’t helping. Not even a bit.

“That’s new” Tony chuckled looking down at the counter.

“I don’t regret knowing you” Clint said getting up. “Yeah, this is…complicated. Not only for you, also for us. But…you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You know that. And I wouldn’t change it. Ever”

“Oh c’mon! Save the romantic prince speech”, Tony huffed.

“It’s not a speech Stark, is how I feel and I’m really sorry that you are incapable of sharing your feelings”, Clint snapped.

“You’re just doing this because you want her to choose you” Tony said.

“Well of course, I want her to choose me” Clint shrugged.

“Can you two stop talking like I’m not here?” You told them crossing your arms.

“Wait…that’s it”, Tony suddenly said looking at you. “This is up to you. Obviously, we’re not giving you up. None of us. So…it’s your decision”, he shrugged.

“What? I’m not going to choose. This is not a fucking contest” you frowned. That was crazy.

“Actually that makes sense” Clint said nodding and then looked at you as well. “You have to choose”

“You’re kidding me right?” You asked looking at both of them.

They both stood now in front of you, crossing his arms and looking straight at you. This was the first time in weeks they both had agreed on something and it had to be something like this? Just your luck.

“You’re crazy. Both of you”, you told them.

Before they could say anything else, you turned around and left the room. That was insane. You just couldn’t choose between the two of them, knowing you would be hurting the one you didn’t choose. That was the last thing you wanted to do. You cared deeply for each other and you couldn’t picture your life without any of them anymore, despite what you had told them just a few moments ago.

You were so into your thoughts that you didn’t see Steve coming out of his room, so he had to stop you in order to get your attention. Immediately, he knew something had happened.

“Well…actually it makes sense”, he said one you had told him about Clint and Tony’s idea. “I mean…someone has to take a decision and they have already stated that none of them is willing to give you up. That makes it pretty clear to me”, he shrugged.

“But Steve, don’t you see? The one I don’t choose will get…hurt”, you said.

“Someone is going to get hurt whatever you do” Steve shrugged. “And you have to do something. There is no way you can just let this keep going”, he added. “Look, I would love to help you right now but I’m already running late to see Sharon”, he told you looking down at his watch.

“It’s ok. Go” you smiled rubbing his arm. “I think I’ll be alright for a few hours”, you chuckled.

He smiled at you and kissed your forehead before walking to the elevator. You sighed feeling a bit of jealousy. Everything was going so smoothly for Steve and Sharon it made you wish it was so easy for you and…Clint? Tony? It was so confusing. With a sigh you went to your room.

You still thought it was crazy to choose between them but at the same time you knew it was the only way to end this. But how possibly would you choose between two men that drove you equally crazy in different ways?

When you were in your room, you sat in front of the computer, trying to figure out a way to carry this out as fast as possible. You didn’t even know who you wanted to be with. They both were amazing guys, with flaws of course, but amazing. They were caring, funny in their own specific way, heroes, and gentlemen. You had had so much fun with both of them that this decision wasn’t going to be easy.

Damn…why did you ever go on a date with Tony and find…?

“That’s it!” You exclaimed.

Then you ran out of your room, looking for Clint and Tony again. If they wanted you to decide, then you were going to do it and they would accept how you were going to do it.

“You’re still here. Good” you said when you found them again in the kitchen. It looked like you were interrupting their conversation but you didn’t care. They both looked at you. “You want me to choose? Ok, I’ll do it” you said.

“And…how are you going to do it?” Clint asked with a concerned frown.

“Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, each of you is going to take me out on a date. Like…we were dating. And then I will…choose” you explained.

“That sounds fair” Tony shrugged and looked at Clint. “I’m up for it”, he added.

Clint frowned and looked at both of you before nodding.

“Ok. Let’s do it” he agreed. “Who will be the first?”

“I’ll throw a coin. Heads, Tony. Tails, Clint”, you said taking a quarter from your pocket. You looked at both of them biting your lip and threw the quarter, letting it fall on your hand. Taking a deep breath you looked at it. “Tails”, you gulped and nodded before looking at the man. “Tomorrow. 8 o’clock”, you said.

He nodded and looked down at his hands. Biting your lip you turned around and walked back to your room. The next two days were going to be hard and you had to be ready.

Music Series: Don’t You Remember by Adele

Thank you Anon for the request! I love Adele beyond words. It’s deep and it’s real.

That being said, I have had major mixed feelings on this story. So much of Adele’s music is about the bitterness of heartbreak. I cannot and will not write Harry in a bad light, when we all know what a great person he is. And I don’t like the idea of writing ‘the reader’ as a bad guy, and everything having a terrible ending. I love angst, but this song was tough to catch it just right.

So I did what I do with any story I’m struggling with, and decide what I want to accomplish with it, what the characters feel, and what I want the readers to hopefully feel after reading it. My goal was for Harry to still be loved, for ‘the reader’ to not be completely hated (because who wants to read a 2nd person narrative and come out feeling like shit from it, right?), and I wanted the problem to be resolved and to be as happy as I could make it be when the song clearly states they are not together. I can only turn that key so many ways with my writing.

So, this is the product of my first request today, to Adele’s “Don’t You Remember” (please bow to the soulful queen). You can find this song on my Spotify playlist called Gloomy Poops, Here.

Just a quick note: I’m back to work this week after a week’s vacation last week, which allowed me to do a major amount of writing. I apologize if I don’t pump out as much now (I work 10 to 12 hour days), but I promise to continue posting my stories as long as you all seem to want me to. Thank you for reading, liking, requesting, and reblogging!




When will I see you again? You left with no goodbye,

Not a single word was said, no final kiss to seal any sins,

I had no idea of the state we were in,

I know I have a fickle heart and a bitterness,

And a wandering eye, and heaviness in my head,

He was gone. Just like that. No goodbye. No hug or kiss to your cheek. He was done.

You knew things had changed lately in your relationship with Harry. In the beginning it felt amazing, and you both seemed happy, as you became fast friends and quickly began dating over the past few months. But as time went on, you sensed he wasn’t happy and that his feelings were changing for you. But you didn’t want to believe it, causing you to cling on even tighter than you already were.

You were smothering him.

You weren’t the same person Harry had once had feelings for. Your insecurities had killed your chances with him. You had become so unstable in your actions and behavior, seeing you playfully flirt with other men, and feeling he couldn’t even trust you with his own emotions and feelings. If he didn’t get back with you immediately when you texted, you freaked out, and you were constantly questioning everything he said and did, making him feel under a microscope. You had become a stress to him that he didn’t need, and he felt it was better to end it now than to drag it out and make it worse, possibly even losing the friendship. He didn’t hate you, he just realized it wasn’t like being in love. After all, being in love and loving someone were two different things.

He was gone. Told you he needed his space, and it was the perfect time for it with tour beginning. Your relationship wasn’t easy and relaxed anymore, and he needed it to be over.

When was the last time you thought of me?

Or have you completely erased me from your memory?

I often think about where I went wrong,

The more I do, the less I know,

But don’t you remember? Don’t you remember?

The reason you loved me before,

Baby, please remember me once more

Months earlier you had bought a ticket for one of Harry’s shows, hoping to surprise him after a couple of months of being away. You knew it probably wasn’t a good idea to go, but you just wanted to see him again. There was no real need to talk. You knew it was over. You just wanted to be where he was, one last time. You missed his friendship…more if you were being completely honest…but you respected his decision, and you were beginning to understand.

For two months you had had no contact with him, but you had a lot of time to reflect on the situation and lose the bitterness you had harbored early on in the breakup. You only hoped that someday he would forgive you and want to be friends again. But if not, you understood and accepted it was your own fault for what happened that pushed him away.

As you walked into the small, intimate venue, you clung along a wall, staying back where you thought he wouldn’t see you, and watched as Harry performed. He was spirited and charismatic on the stage, just as he always was, but it was bittersweet to you now. It made you feel like he had completely written you out of his memory, already. He seemed…happy again.

You pressed your back against the wall, arms wrapped around yourself, in a room full of people, feeling completely alone. As you watched Harry sing and intermingle with the crowd, you suddenly saw a different Harry than the one you had been dating recently. You saw the Harry you became smitten with months before. The one who was fun and full of life. And you realized that it was your actions and behavior that was zapping the life out of him lately. He was really a wonderful man, and you felt terrible for thinking badly of him for leaving you. You were both better off apart.

Gave you the space so you could breathe,

I kept my distance so you would be free,

And hoped that you’d find the missing piece,

To bring you back to me

You could see it now. Maybe subconsciously you always knew that you and Harry didn’t make a perfect couple, that your personalities weren’t made for a relationship together. And how could you compare to the amazing life he had? Maybe you did lose your way a bit. Maybe you did become a bit obsessive with him, afraid that you were going to lose him. And maybe you were seeing now that he was never really yours to lose.

You understood now. You were suffocating him. Smothering him to the point that he couldn’t breathe or enjoy being with you anymore. Your eyes were opening to how you had been lately, and you felt sad. Sad that you had put Harry through the shit you put him through. Sad that you had now lost something that was once at least a good friendship, even if never a great relationship. You knew you had to let him go, and hoped maybe he would still want to be friends. Who knew? Maybe someday you would grow up enough to be what he needed you to be, as you were sure you had lost that now. You hoped that when he would remember you, that he would remember the real you. The one he met months before and enjoyed spending time with. Not the one you had become recently.

Why don’t you remember?

Don’t you remember?

The reason you loved me before,

Baby, please remember me once more,

When will I see you again?

As the show was ending, your earlier thoughts of maybe trying to talk to Harry were gone. You were letting him go from a relationship he had let go of months before. You had lost a good friend, and someone you had once really enjoyed spending time with. You made each other laugh, and that’s what you thought you would miss the most, and what you hoped most that he would remember.

You stood back as the small crowd began to leave, not eager to fight a crowd or a full parking lot while waiting on a taxi to take you back to the airport for the flight home. Finally the crowd thinned enough that you made your way toward the doors. As you were about to step out into the cool night air, you felt a hand on your wrist. You quickly turned and saw Harry, a slight grin on his face. It wasn’t awkward as it had been the last few weeks of your relationship. The old relaxed feeling was there once again, comfortable as friends are with each other.

You looked at him and smiled back to him, hoping he could see on your face the regret that you felt, because words had left you. His smile became more broad as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you closely for a moment, then leaned away, walking backward, looking at you and waving toward you, before turning around and walking away down the hallway.

No words were needed. It was enough to Harry that you had come to show your support to him, knowing that you wouldn’t have done that if you were still angry. You knew Harry was never angry with you over the situation, or his need to break up with you. Maybe now you could rest in knowing there were no hard feelings.

Maybe letting go of Harry wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

anonymous asked:

Random question. Which of the following would you prefer to do: a. Explore the depths of Earths oceans. b. Travel through the vast expanse of space. or c. Visit another reality. Please explain your answer. Thank you for your time, I hope you have a lovely day.


ok ok here is an explanation: 

oceans has some creepy and weird stuff i don’t want to even know it plus i hate being beyond water *shivers*

as for another reality …. let’s just know our reality better then go to see other ones i hate seeing new stuff before finishing what i have

SPACE freaking…just…it’s so BEAUTIFUL everything is in an organized position despite the length i love huge planets and rocks a lot of colorful clouds and stars ,space is confusing when you try to think about it you learn so much and it never ends and i LOVE IT <3

i had a pretty chill day until i saw some posts in the Michael Jackson tag that infuriated me which said that:

  • “He was a child molester”
  • “He cannot sing”
  • “He bleached his skin”
  • “He had over 100 operations”
  • “He cannot dance”
  • “He was ugly”
  • “He was talentless”
  • “He could only sing when he was a child”
  • “His performances were lacklustre”
  • “He only did pop-y songs which included a lot of repetition”
  • “His lyrics were meaningless”
  • “______[enter name here of mediocre singer/group] is ×100 times better”
  • “He had no real friends”
  • “Everything he ever did (regarding charities) was a part of his persona”
  • “He was overrated and still is”


Michael Joseph Jackson worked his ass off since the age of 5 till the end. That’s 45 freaking years -for those who can’t math. He came from a relatively poor & abusive family (his dad would hit him and belittle him). Despite this he worked hard, studied the greats and became greater.

Fast forward 24 years when “Thriller” came out. It was an instant success, broke countless records, became Best Selling Album (a record which still stands now -33 years later). It seemed sunshine & rainbows until he sustained ii & iii degree burns, until he revealed he had vitiligo & lupus, and until the tabloids had set out to ruin & belittle him. To quote MJ “I broke Elvis Presley’s record, I broke the Beatles’ record — once I started doing that, overnight, they called me a freak, a homosexual, a child molester. They said I bleached my skin. They did everything they could to turn the public against me. It’s a conspiracy I know my race. I look in the mirror, and I know that I’m black.”

They called him names like “wacko jacko” (which is degratory and to be frank racist because [jacko] was the name of a circus monkey). They didn’t thought what his children would think of him, how will they perceive him.

And in spite of this whole shitshow (I’m not going into detail about the child accusations or how he was killed [on the autopsy report it says “the manner of death was homicide” don’t make me pull out the receipts] because I’ll go super saiyan on y'all) he was a humanitarian -gave 350 million $ to charities all across the world, more importantly he gave away his time to children in need. He fought against racism [he shat on the kkk] and for equality, broke down racial barriers, was never discriminatory towards anyone, stayed humble despite all success and was a real life angel.

Rest in peace Mike, truly the greatest performer to grace this earth.

Thanks (Long Post)

This is just a post to say thank you to all the people who follow me and have been supporting me for the past year.

Yesterday I went through my old posts and some of them were hilarious, I have to admit. A thing I noticed though is that my art has definetly improved and the way I draw Brook also. I’ve been feeling down and just noticing and accepting that I’ve come a long way made me feel happy about having this blog and such amazing new friends.

Now here is the part where I thank some people and such

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I am notoriously bad at relaxing. In fact, I’m practically famous for it. How on earth does anyone relax when there is SO MUCH TO DO?.  Alas, my poor little body and brain can’t always keep up and I quite often end up over exerting myself and burning out, which is hardly conducive to productive studying. I know it will serve me better in the long run to manage everything better and to REST. Unfortunately, I am terrible at these things. So, I’ve compiled a list of things to do in order to rest, relax and generally not freak out over everything you’ve got left to do and haven’t done omg my life’s a mess help

Here is a list of things either you or future Ellen could do to relax & look after themselves:

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Women, I’ve had a billion gins, so I’m going to give you all the advice you need for 2014:
1) Only hang out with people who make you feel comfortable and happy.
2) Get a bra you can dance in. I highly recommend the Marie-jo from Rigby & Peller. Spendy, but a life-time sex-dance investment.
3) Find what you would do for free, and try and find a way to get paid for it as your job. Everything good in the world comes from love.
4) Drink shit-tons of gin and listen to Daft Punk, Lorde, MIA, Kanye West and prime Bowie. All your revolutionary needs will be met.
5) Read as many books as you can - every book you read means you absorb another life. It’s the most pleasurable power-up ever.
6) You don’t need mascara if you’re wearing eye-liner. Spend your spare fiver on tights.
7) Never complain, never explain. No-one is paying you for either. Shine on you crazy diamond. Carry on your mission.
8) Ghostbusters is the greatest film ever because the main protagonists never fall out with each other. There is a lesson here.
9) Hair looks its best two days after washing, pumped with dry shampoo, and back-combed. YOU DON’T NEED A HAIRDRESSER.
10) A wobbly belly is the sexy birthright of all women.
12) (is it 12? I’m pissed) Always presume everyone you are dealing with has recently received bad news. Be gentle & forgiving.
13) There has never been a party better than eating a baked potato on the sofa watching “Cheers.”
14) The best eye-liner is Rimmel.
15) The best deodorant is 24-Hour Sure. Spray-ons don’t work. If you’re very sweaty, buy under-arm pads.
19) (literally lost count) full a pot with sunflower oil, salt & essential oil for the world’s cheapest shower exfoliant/moisturiser.
20) Become sweatily exhilarant at least three times a week - dancing, swimming, listening to music, walking. Exercise your body like a dog.
21) Feel fat? a) FUCK THE PATRIARCHY b) princess-line. This is the dress-shape that makes everything better.
53) When in doubt, listen to “Heroes” by David Bowie. You will always know what to do afterwards.
23) All concepts of Hell are simply the idea of you suffering for being unkind.
24) Sailors fighting in the dance-hall. Oh man, look at those cave-men go.
473) “And in the end, the love you make, is equal to the love you take.”
1974) If you don’t feel “normal”, your mission is to make your abnormal “normal”. I refer you, again, to David Bowie.
183636) Similarly, freaks, when people say, “That is not what we do,” you reply, “That is not what we do - YET.”
And then you smoke a cigarette whilst “Let’s Dance” plays.
bong) give me your hands, because you’re wonderful
48373) tights, boots, shorts, t-shirt, revolution.
HOT TRAMP I LOVE YOU SO. Mum says I have to get off the internet now.
*expansive arm gesture* PEOPLE ON STREETS *is put into bed*
“I want to do great things, as men do.”
—  Caitlin Moran welcomes 2014

anonymous asked:

what Olly loves in Trish? and what Trish loves in Olly?

I think Olly loves that Trish is smart and creative and that she’s like the angel on his shoulder when he’s about to do something stupid( even though he doesn’t listen every time) and I think that he likes that she see’s more in him then him just being a fuck up and thinks he can do better for himself then just ending up in jail, drinking himself to death or dying young from being involved in gang shit, he likes that shes concerned for him and cares cause that’s not something that he’s had a lot of. That she’s different from everyone he knows  and all her little quirks ( lol she’s a neat freak and everything in her apartment is just so, he moves stuff on her bookshelves to see if she notices and she always does) she’s something stable in his life + she pretty cute too u w u! 
I can’t speak for @goblinqueenbluebie‘s character but I think Trish like’s that Olly is a goofball and that he’s a giant kid?? I’ll have to ask her and update dis 

Angel Rising: Part Eleven (Final Part)

Title: Angel Rising: Part Eleven

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Barry x Reader (What?! No cheating, don’t worry.)

Word Count: 3 880 (Sorry)

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Some swearing, small mention of blood, not graphic, a heated argument. Feels!

Summary: Continuation of part ten.

Author’s note: Oh my gosh you guys, it’s done! I can’t believe I just finished my first series!! I’m soo excited, and I really want to thank you guys for continuing to read it for this long! I’m sorry I didn’t post it last night like I usually do, but this is the last part and it required some extra time, so I hope you guys will forgive me, and enjoy! –xoxo Katie

You can read the rest of Angel Rising here:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven| Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten

*Gif is not mine, all gifs used on my blog are from Google Images.*

      The last ten minutes were a blur. You and Sam hit the ground with shaky feet, both of you practically collapsing onto the dusty dirt floor before you were caught – Sam by Dean and you by Barry. There were hugs and happy tears – mostly by you, because you still didn’t have your heightened angel emotions under control – confusion on your part as you wondered how Barry knew you were in trouble while Lucifer was in your head, and questions, so many questions - mostly from Sam. You tried to answer them as best you could in your bleary state, but Cas and Barry ended up doing most of the talking. Sam still looked confused after their explanation, but utterly too tired to care. He would understand tomorrow.

      Flying down had been even harder than going up, probably because you were already tired from your fight with Lucifer and you’d been carrying Sam, but you weren’t done yet. There was still one more thing you had to do before you left Hell, which is how you got to where you were now, with your blood-stained hand pressing against Crowley’s suited chest, about to give up a piece of your newly-acquired grace as forfeit for Sam’s life. A sacrifice you were more than prepared to make, yet you still found yourself hesitating.

      “Come on then, let’s get on with,” Crowley said as he waited not-so-patiently for you to keep up your end of the deal, which was that he would let you into Hell and you would give him the one thing he wanted most, but would never admit to anyone: humanity.

      You ignored his surly prodding and refocused on the task at hand, which you had to admit you weren’t totally comfortable with. Every time you’d practiced this on Barry you would take your grace back after a few seconds, allowing it to stray but never fully letting go. This time you had to let go. This time you had to give up a piece of yourself for good, and to Crowley no less, who’d made you pay this unevenly matched price to help you save your friend. It’s not like he even had to do anything, you were the one putting your neck on the line!

      “Angel,” Barry said softly as he placed his hand on your shoulder, dragging you back to reality and giving you a reassuring smile. He must have heard your thoughts again. You really had to get that under control! But then you gave Barry a slight smile and a nod and did what you promised you would, you gave Crowley humanity.

      A warm white light started glowing from underneath your hand as you allowed some of your grace to flow into Crowley - an action that seemed to make him both stiffen and relax at the same time - and then you did what you’d been dreading: you let go. You felt it like a jolt of electricity as you and Crowley staggered apart, the piece of your grace breaking away from you like a broken bone. No, a shattered bone. You hadn’t expected to feel the loss that much, since you never really felt your grace to begin with, but it was like a part of you was missing - which you guessed it was – but you didn’t think you were going to feel so empty.

      “Woah, are you okay?” Barry asked as his eyes got wide and he helped steady you. Clearly he hadn’t known what would happen either.

      “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said breathlessly. Barry didn’t look like he really believed you but he nodded anyway - you were glad you’d been able to convince Dean and Cas to take Sam back to the Impala. It wasn’t very nice to make Sam keep standing around when he didn’t have to and besides, you didn’t think Crowley would want an audience, and as it turned out, neither did you.

      “What about you Crowley? How do you feel?” you asked. “Or more accurately, do you feel?” Crowley snapped his head up at that.

      He still looked rather shocked, his expressions and body language once again teetering back and forth between anger and joy - though you weren’t sure who those emotions were directed towards – but then he smiled. Though it only lasted for a second, and he seemed to think better of it almost immediately, he smiled. “You guys know your way out,” he suddenly said, his face melting into a look of indifference, and then he was gone.

      “Well, I guess that takes care of him,” Barry said, eyeing the spot where Crowley used to be standing. “You ready to get out of here?” He was already moving towards the mouth of the staircase and for some reason he sounded agitated.

      “Yeah, uh, let’s go,” you said slowly, following Barry up the stone steps – which you still couldn’t believe Crowley thought was a good way to get into Hell – and wondering why his signature smile was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was just tired?

      He wasn’t.

      It had been almost a week since your unpleasant excursion to Lucifer’s cage and you were at the end of your wits.

      For the most part everything was fine; actually, for the most part, everything was great. Sam was feeling much better - with the exception of a few cuts and bruises – and he didn’t freak out too much when you told him how you got him out of the cage, though you suspected he felt guilty. Dean was much less afraid to touch you and far more agreeable now that he had his brother back – which was good for everyone. And Cas was, well, Cas, floating through life in blissful ignorance – yesterday he was googling new species of bees. But unfortunately, you didn’t have anything particularly good to say about Barry.

      Ever since you got back from Hell Barry had been distant. He always chose the seat furthest away from you in the library, he never wanted to train, even though you knew there was more you could learn, and he hardly ever smiled, except when you smiled at him. You didn’t think anyone else really noticed that, but you did. You just couldn’t understand what you’d done wrong!

      Against your better judgment you had become close to Barry. He’d made you mad at first, even creeped you out, and he always managed to find some way to annoy you, but in spite of all that you still felt drawn to him. You’d always just felt this natural ease around Barry, even when he was driving you crazy, even the first day you met him when you’d just learned he’d been watching you your whole life! You’d been understandably angry, and yet, you found your aggression towards Barry dissipating almost immediately. So even though Barry could irritate you to no end, he also made you feel safe and happy, and you just wanted your friend back. What happened to him?

      “So, what movie should we watch?” Dean said as he finished moving Sam’s bed. The bunker didn’t really have a living room so whenever you all watched something together everybody huddled in Sam’s bedroom – because he had a T.V. – and you’d move the bed lengthways across the back wall so you could all sit on it. Whenever Cas was here he had to drag a chair in from the library, which wasn’t very comfortable, but he didn’t really care.

      “Something fun – oof -” you flopped down on the bed, “ny,” you side with a grin.

      Dean laughed – it was nice to see him laugh – and said, “Got it. Something fun – oof –ny,” and threw you the remote so you could choose a movie to watch. You caught it without even thinking about it. Being an angel-human hybrid did have its perks, incredible remote catching reflects being one of them, but your immortality, the promise that one day you would have to watch everyone you love die, always hung over you like a thick fog. You pushed the thought to the back of your mind and refocused on your very-alive friends in front of you. There was no need to think about that now.

      You were watching Sam and Dean fight over what movie to watch from your spot on the bed when you saw Barry walk past the door. You were gripped by a nervous excitement. You didn’t know what you were planning on saying, or if he was even going to listen, but you immediately jumped up to chase after him.

      “Barry, wait!” you called, stopping just outside the door. Barry’s feet slowed, but he didn’t turn around. “Uh, do you – do you want to watch a movie with us?” you stuttered, and then instantly felt angry with yourself for being so nervous. He was the one who was ignoring you! He shouldn’t be allowed to have this power over you.

      “I, um, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said slowly. Your nerves were gone, now you were angry.

      “Why not?” you said with more venom than you intended. “Why have you been ignoring me?”

      “It’s complicated.” Barry didn’t turn around. Dean was walking towards you.

      “Then uncomplicated it!” you shot back, surprised at how angry you were, though you supposed your angelically enhanced emotions weren’t helping matters.

      “Just drop it, Y/N.” He’d called you Y/N. It felt like a betrayal. Barry turned around.

      He looked pained, like he immediately regretted yelling at you, but said nothing. “Fine, don’t tell me then,” you said in a small voice. Dean was behind you now and he placed his hand on your shoulder.

      “Okay, I think everybody just needs to calm down,” Dean said roughly, his deep voice like two rocks rubbing together.

      “No, you’re – you’re right,” Barry said cautiously. “I’m sorry, I just – I,” Barry looked up quickly, his eyes lit up. “Come with me,” he said, and then before you could protest you felt Barry’s strong arm wrap around your waist and your feet lift off the ground.

      It took you a second to realize what happened but when you did you found yourself in the sparring room, just about as far away from Sam and Dean as you could get and still be in the bunker. Dean was probably running around angrily screaming Barry’s name right about now, you might as well join him.

      “What the hell Barry?!” you shouted as you pushed him off of you, just now registering that his arm was still wrapped around your waist. He quickly removed it.

      “I needed to talk to you,” Barry said calmly. He didn’t look angry anymore, he looked … sad? He wasn’t allowed to be sad, you were mad at him.

      “Well why couldn’t you do it where we were?”

      “Because I needed to talk to you alone!”

      “You couldn’t have just told me that?” Barry was starting to look frustrated again.

      “Dean would have told you not to go.” You were silent for a few moments. He wasn’t wrong, especially after all the yelling. “Look, I owe you an explanation for how I’ve been acting lately.”

      “Yes, you do,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest.

      Barry sighed, as if the words he was about to say next physically hurt him. He looked at the floor, then after an agonizingly slow few seconds he finally said, “I’m leaving.”

      Everything stopped.

      Your heart was hammering in your chest. You pulse was thundering in your ears. You took a step back.

      Leaving? How could he be leaving? He was your guardian angel, he couldn’t just leave. He swore an oath to protect you! He couldn’t do that if he left, right? Of course he couldn’t, so he had to stay. He had to stay.

      Your breathing slowed. You looked up at Barry, expecting him to be making the same revelation as you right about now, but his face was unchanged. If anything, he looked worse.

      His whole body slumped. “I fulfilled the terms of my oath two weeks ago, Angel.” You were stressed, you hadn’t been filtering your thoughts. “I swore to protect you until you completed the transformation, and now … you don’t need me anymore.”

      There was a lump in your throat. “Who says I don’t need you anymore?” you said quietly, but with a definite edge to your voice.

      Barry ran his hands through his short hair. “The arch-angels, they said you’re strong enough to protect yourself now and that you don’t need a bodyguard. The only reason I’ve been able to hang around this long is because I convinced them I needed to teach you how to control your powers, but that excuse isn’t working anymore. You got Sam out of Lucifer’s cage and now there’s nothing I can say to make them believe that you still need me here!” His voice faltered. You said nothing. Was the room spinning? “Angel, I have to leave, tonight, or they’re going to come get me.” You inhaled sharply.

      Barry is leaving, Barry is leaving, Barry is leaving.

      No matter how many times you rolled the words over in your head you couldn’t accept it. Barry is leaving. It hit you like a brick every time.

      Barry is leaving tonight.

      Why did you care so much? It’s not like he was someone who’d always been in your life. Except he was. You’d only known him for a few weeks. You’d known him forever. You barely even knew anything about him! He knew everything about you.

      With a shaky voice, you finally spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You looked at the floor, Barry shifted from foot to foot.

      “Because, I thought if I ignored it long enough I could figure a way out of it.”

      You felt angry again. “So you ignored your problem, but why did you ignore me?” This time you glanced up, Barry looked ashamed.

      “Because I thought it would be easier,” Barry said with an uncharacteristically tiny voice. You clenched your fists.

      “What’s easier about avoiding me for a week and making me think you’re mad at me? Making me think that I did something to cause your little mood swing.”

      “Because I was trying to get used to being without you…” He spoke even quieter. You yelled even louder.

      “You should have told me, we could have spent your last week together!”

      “I couldn’t!”



      Your breath hitched. What did he just say?

      Barry’s eyes bulged out of his head like he’d just said something very, very bad. Something he couldn’t take back. You just stared at him; it was like you could see everything that was going through his head just by looking at his face – shock, embarrassment, anger – his eyebrows knitted together – fear – then his mouth set in determination – acceptance.

      “I’m in love with you,” he said again. This time it barely registered, it was like you were numb. “I know everything about you, Angel, and sometimes I love you so damn much it hurts.” You exhaled. Had you been holding your breath? “I’ve been in love with you for so long that I can’t even remember a time when I didn’t love you and I just thought … I don’t know, I thought that if I could distance myself from you, but still have you here, that maybe it wouldn’t be so hard when I left. But I was wrong, this has just made everything worse…”

      Your head was swimming. Barry loved you? You loved Dean. Since the day you’d met him you loved Dean. Barry was leaving. But how did you feel about him? You didn’t love Barry, not like you loved Dean, but you had a connection, one that you couldn’t explain. Barry loved you, and he was leaving.

      “I’m so sorry, Angel. I should have told you, I was stupid … I just … I just thought it would be easier this way.”

      You felt tears welling up in your eyes and you were powerless to stop them. “For who?” you whispered, locking onto Barry’s slightly blurred face.

      “What?” He looked confused.

      “Who was it easier for?” you said slightly louder, as you felt a tear trail down your cheek.

      A new wave of guilt seemed to wash over Barry. Then he said, “For me,” in a low voice.

      You looked down at the ground and squeezed your eyes shut, small droplets of water hitting the ground with faint splashing sounds. “Why does this hurt so much?” you finally asked, honestly not understanding why you were reacting like this. “I’ve only known you for a few weeks, so why does you leaving make me feel this way?”

      “Because we’re connected.” You looked back up, everything about Barry had softened. “Since the moment I was assigned to you we’ve been connected. That’s how I knew you were in trouble in the cage, I felt it. That’s also how I was able to get through to you at all. Castiel tried too but he couldn’t get around Lucifer. You were reaching out to me, you just didn’t know it.” You were speechless. “It’s like you gave me your hand, all I had to do was take it.”

      “So when you leave…” you started slowly, but Barry answered your question before you even asked it. Connected.

      “When I leave the connection will be broken. That’s why you’re so upset, it’s like losing a part of you, whether you know it or not.”

      You considered this information in silence. Barry was a part of you. That’s why you were always so comfortable around him, that’s why the idea of losing him made your insides crumble. Barry was a part of you, Barry loved you, and Barry was leaving. Tonight.

      “I’ll stay,” Barry suddenly said, his words quiet and small, but oh so clear.


      “I said I’ll stay,” He said quickly. “If you want me to, if,” he paused, “If you want me.” Everything around you ground to a halt. You could make him stay if…

      “Barry, I-”

      “I know, you love Dean,” he interjected. “I’m painfully aware of your love for that man – I, uh, can feel that too,” he said awkwardly. You felt your cheeks get hot. “So you don’t have to explain, I know what you’re going to say, I just … I just wanted you to know it was an option. I mean, a guy can hope, right?” he said that with a slight chuckle. You didn’t feel like laughing.

      Everything about you felt heavy, like if you were still a human you might just crumple to the floor and never get up. “Barry, I want you to stay,” you said quietly, “but I can’t ask you to go against Heaven. Especially when I can’t give you what you want…”

      “I know,” Barry said as he nodded slowly. “That’s why I need to leave,” your chest tightened, “and you need to stay here with Dean, live your life! Then when,” another pause, “when he’s gone,” the thought struck you like a bullet, “I’ll come back for you.”

      “Y/N?!” you heard a gruff voice call.

      “Dean’s coming,” Barry said quickly, as he took your hands in his. “Live your life, be happy,” Barry said with a pained smile, “and I’ll wait for you.” Then before you could formulate even one word to say Barry pulled you toward him, placed an air-light kiss on your forehead, and with a quick gust of wind he vanished.

      That was it.

      Barry was a part of you, Barry loved you, and Barry left.

      A single tear rolled down your cheek and you were left standing alone in the sparing room.

50 Years Later

      You could see your breath in puffs of white as you stood on the freshly fallen snow, the frosty fluff crunching quietly under your black boots. Sam stood beside you, hunched slightly - he always seemed too short to you now – and holding the wooden replica of Dean’s amulet in his bony digits. You looked down at your own gloved hands, keys. Then you forced yourself to look where you wanted to the least, the place where you would say goodbye for the last time, the chunk of rock protruding from the ground. Dean’s tombstone.

             In Loving Memory of

              Dean Winchester

                 1979 - 2066

Beloved brother, husband, and friend.

       You’d been preparing for this since the day you decided to become a hybrid, since the day you decided to save Sam, but that didn’t make it any easier. Dean Winchester was gone. Your best friend, the love of your life, your everything. But when everything was gone what did you have left?

      You heard another set of boots crunching in the snow.


      You hadn’t seen Barry since the night he left, but he was always in the back of your mind, always lingering. After Barry left you’d been a wreck for weeks, a piece of you that had always been there ripped away, leaving you sad and empty. It was the same feeling you’d had when you gave a piece of your grace to Crowley, but a hundred times worse, and Dean was the only thing that kept you sane.

     Before he disappeared Barry had said that he was going to come back for you, but there was always a part of you that thought he wouldn’t, that thought he would move on to someone else, someone who wasn’t in love with another man. But he waited.

      You felt Barry’s presence – strong and familiar – behind you, but you didn’t turn around, instead you bent down and gently placed the keys to the impala on top of Dean’s grave. Sam’s eyes flicked between you and Barry and then he did the same, setting the amulet on the frozen ground.

      There was a quiet understanding between the three of you as Sam shuffled forwards and wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders. “Have a good life, Y/N, and thank you,” Sam whispered in your ear. You hugged him back harder.

      “Goodbye, Sammy.”

      Then once you’d separated from Sam he reached out with a shaky hand – one that hadn’t held a gun in years – and grabbed Barry’s in a strong handshake. “You take care or her,” Sam said firmly.

            “I will.” I will. The words sent shivers down your spine. Those were the first words you’d heard Barry say in fifty years. You couldn’t take it anymore, you turned around.

      Once you were facing him it was like everything slowed. Same black clothes, same short hair, same Barry.

      “Hi, Angel,” He said with a shy smile.

      “You came back.”

      “Of course I did, I said I would.”

      This still felt natural, and you suddenly felt better. Not happy, not okay, but better. It was like a promise, a promise that everything would be alright. You had Barry back, and he wasn’t going anywhere. You would be alright.

      You turned away from Barry, kneeled down in front of Dean’s grave, and whispered, “Goodbye, my love, I’ll see you in the next life.” Then you got up, took Barry’s outstretched hand, and walked away on the crunching snow.

      A single tear rolled down your cheek, but you were not alone, you would never be alone again.


Ugh… End of the year papers can break you, yet here I am.

Acting like I have time.





Weak knees.

Sweaty palms.

Dry mouth, tight throat.

Hot room, hot place, hot, hot, hot.

Sasuke cleared his throat. He was leaned against the wall with his hands in his pocket. He didn’t know why he kept trying. He lost count of what attempt this was, but she never seemed to understand his intentions anyway. Still…maybe he wasn’t being clear enough. She obviously wasn’t the type to take hints, so if he could just come out and say he was asking her-


He jerked, looking towards the door of the convenience store. Hinata was partially out, tugging large garbage bags with her. She was in uniform, smiling awkwardly at him. And like magic, his face was suddenly full of heat and color.

“Hinata,” he said calmly despite his heart betraying him.

“I thought it was you. What are you doing here?” She paused a beat. “And standing out in the sun. Look at you, you’re burning up.”

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I Thought You Were Different: Book 4 (Part 9/?) (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 8

As expected, the news didn’t go over very well.  After sitting the team down and explaining what FRIDAY had shown you, you saw Tony go through the stages of grief within a matter of seconds, culminating in a furious slam of his fists against the unforgiving table top and spouting a string of intelligible profanities before storming out of the conference room and completely ignoring your call for him to stop.    

“Let him go, doll,” Steve urged quietly when you stood, “he needs time to process, and now it takes a little longer than he’s used to.”

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a long reaction of BTS's s/o being mute or blind (from birth)

I’ve only ever known one deaf person and I’ve never known anyone that was blind, so I hope I did this request justice~

Gifs aren’t mine

Seokjin would do what he could to be accommodating for you, though sometimes he might do a bit too much. He would always want to make sure that you were as comfortable and happy as possible, and he was like that with everyone so it wasn’t as if that was such a strange thing for him to do, but sometimes it might feel more like he’s coddling you. If you or anyone else pointed that out to him, he would try to take a step back and make sure he wasn’t treating you any differently than he would treat anyone else that he cared about, and he would slowly get better at realizing when to offer help and when you could do something on your own.

Yoongi knew not to be too overbearing, but he offered you help whenever he thought that he should. You’d been blind/mute since birth, and you’d lived with it fine since then. So sure, he would be there to help you with the things you obviously couldn’t do on your own, but he would always try to seem nonchalant about it; there was no point in making a big deal about helping you when it wasn’t a big deal. He loved you and he was going to be sure that you never had to struggle while you were with him, but he wasn’t going to let you depend on him for everything, as that would inevitably lead to a very messy breakup.

Hoseok, beyond just being there to help you, would end up being really curious about what went on inside your head. Once he felt comfortable enough with you to ask - he didn’t want to risk upsetting you or making you feel like a freak when really he just wanted to get to know you better - he would ask what your dreams were like. Could you see/talk in your dreams? If so, what kinds of things did you see/what did your voice sound like to you? And what did you daydream about? Were you constantly wondering what your life would be like if you weren’t born deaf/mute? Or were you wondering what the rest of the world would be like if everyone else was like you?

Namjoon did everything that he could to make sure that your life was as easy as possible. That involved doing a bunch of research to find the best ways to help you in certain situations as well as finding things that would make it easier for you to complete simple, daily tasks. However, he never really asked you if that was what you wanted; he was doing what he could to help, and he just assumed you’d be appreciative of it. And you were, for the most part, since you knew he was only doing so much because he loved you, but there were a few times he went too far, buying something too expensive or doing too much, and a long talk would have to follow.

Jimin really wanted to know about your past, though it would take him a while to ask. Once he got up the nerve, though, his first questions would be about what had caused you to be blind/mute and if anyone else in your family had the same handicap. And then he wanted to know about how you’d grown up; had you gone to a school with other kids like you, had you been home schooled, or had you integrated into a public school? Did you get bullied more often than other kids or did people end up being too nice to you? What sort of things had influenced you to become the person he knew and loved today?

In the beginning of the relationship, Taehyung was very hesitant and cautious. Not in the sense that he thought you were easily breakable or that you needed to be coddled, though it might seem like that at first. Once he became completely comfortable with your relationship, he’d open up and tell you that he felt like there was too much of a divide between the two of you. He had no idea what it felt like to be blind/mute, and if you were okay with it, he would want to try to experience it; whenever he was with you, he would wear a blindfold or refuse to make a sound. Because what if his future children, whether he had them with you or not, had the same handicap? He would want to understand as much about it as he could, if you didn’t mind helping him learn.

Jungkook was ultimately very curious about how you managed to complete certain tasks. He’d find himself either closing his eyes as he tried to do his morning routine or trying to go an entire day without speaking, and he never managed it. He kept this to himself for a while, but not nearly as long as the other boys would have; he knew you could do things on your own, but he didn’t see how. You always impressed him when you managed to find a workaround for something that he had assumed would be impossible for you. So when he asked how you’d learned to do certain things, a touch of awe in his voice, you could only smile as you did your best to answer him.

@norowarerumono replied to your post “God the whole life of Allen is so freaking sad. I’m so sad. Someone…”

I do find his ways to cope with trauma some of the saddest things ever. That kid is so messed up and when he seemed to be getting a bit better, the whole 14th thing came to ruin it.


This is extremely sad, really, because in the end he bottles up everything to himself. He keeps to himself the horror of his past, the horror he sees everyday with the Akuma, he keeps for himself his guilt and try to turn it to fuel. He smiles and is so polite and nice that people barely realize he’s suffering. The other main three realized it because they spent time with him and eventually caught him when he left his guard down (Kanda by seeing Allen’s desperation and anger in the Matel’s arc, Lenalee by seeing Allen’s behavior during the Rewind Town Arc, Lavi when he sees the Akuma’s souls for the first time with Allen and realizes how fucked up Allen’s life had been ect…) 

But Allen still doesn’t let people try to see, and when he finally starts to consider the Order a home in which he can move on, he discovers himself to be a possible enemy. Not to mention how everything he is was built over his love for Mana and that this love is now something he’s doubting about because of this whole mess. Like, for two steps ahead he had to take five backward, that’s so sad.

I want to hug him really tight, he doesn’t deserve all of this shit.