this is just rude mark

anonymous asked:

so for the fake au (which I am deeply in love with oh my g o d) is anyone else involved besides their girlfriends? like Robin or Mark? (not to be rude or anything I'm just curious I'm sorry)

lol actually my friend and I had a headcannon that every of their youtuber friends knows about the whole fake dating friend except Mark who has no idea what’s going on (he could be also low key jealous too idk)

bully - (f)
  • pairs: lee donghyuck x fem reader [shy!bully!haechan]
  • group: nct 127/dream
  • genre: angst, mostly fluff.
  • gif: source - weheartit. creds to the original owner
  • word count: 1,069 

» prompt: your biggest bully wasn’t having it when he saw his best friend befriending you. he didn’t want anyone else to bully you or be nice to you. he made it his job to be your only source of socialization. only, it wasn’t out of hate- but love. he never found a way to express his feelings to you, only now, will he crack and spill his feelings, out of jealously?


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i-am-a-feeling  asked:

I've been appreciating the increase in long-form answers and the increase in 'punching back' at the more rude and insistent question marks. Just thought I'd throw that out there

The longer answers are a side-effect of me being with my daughter at Vid Con where I have a lot more sitting around time.

The rest is just me being ornery. : )

Older Brother Haechan

Request: heyy i’ve been wondering what if i had older brother like haechan!!! can i get oneee?? thanks and have a nice day😊💖💖

  • another older brother! post
  • it’s been long since i did one so i hope it won’t go bad ahh
  • and i think we can all agree that donghyuck would probably be the best older brother
  • okay let’s start
  • this is based on this brief post here (nct as older brothers)

  • first of all

  • he’s been annoying and disturbing you since the day you born
  • every single time he manages to come up with different pranks
  • and how to annoy you
  • like how he’d always knock on your door at night to tell you knock knock jokes
  • and stealing your things and misplacing them so he can see you being flustered
  • at first you thought he hated you because there wasn’t a day where he’d not tease you
  • but you realised he was like that to everyone
  • and you kinda got influenced because amongst your friends you’re the more talkative and playful one
  • “oh no y/n you shouldnt treat your friends like that, they’re gonna hate you”
  • “but you’re doing the same??”
  • “it’s different, they’ll love me no matter what”
  • okay but despite him being so playful, he has his affectionate and soft side too
  • and also the protective older brother side
  • he’d always stand up for you
  • and no one can ever lay a finger on you
  • calls you his child/baby
  • when he’s only a year older
  • like that one time you got punished in class for forgetting to bring your textbook & assignments
  • minutes after you see haechan running into your classroom with the exact materials you need
  • “here!! i took this from her yesterday, don’t blame her”
  • when in fact it was your fault for not remembering but??
  • haechan saved your life
  • “one week of treating me to meals you forgetful idiot”
  • is always proud of you, even though he doesnt show it
  • to you he’s all “oh please i can do better”
  • but to others and his friends “she can do it much better than me, i think i taught her right”
  • cares a lot for you and looks after you
  • but doesn’t make it obvious
  • like how when he sees that there’s only one ice cream left,
  • he throws it to you, even if he wants it very badly
  • “i’m not giving it to you because i want to, it’s because i’m nice”
  • nags at you a lot
  • “do your homework, NOW. you don’t want to fail your classes”
  • “uhm.. but i’ve never seen you ever doing your work?”
  • “dON’T DEFY YOUR BROTHER LIKE THAT, just do it”
  • “rUDE”
  • “keep quiet, mark helps me out with it but if you need help you can ask me”
  • but if he needs to he can be very sweet & understanding
  • like how you always go to him when you have problems
  • he’d willingly be your listening ear
  • and he’ll try to give you advice
  • and cheer you up at the same time
  • wasn’t impressed when he found out you were dating jeno
  • “wHY HIM? OUT OF ALL YOU CHOSE HIM?”
  • “i have to deal with a boring person with my sister for the rest of my life oh no-”
  • but inside he’s also assured because jeno’s really sweet and nice to you
  • takes advantage of jeno because of this
  • “dude you’re dating my sister, we’re family now so treat me to a meal”
  • “oh you won’t buy me this? i’ll tell Y/N about you-”
  • “i don’t think she’d care though”
  • “what have you done to my sister”
  • all in all he’s super funny and great to be with
  • the one who brings so much joy and happiness to your life
  • and you know that no matter what he’ll always be there for you
  • even though he doesn’t show it often, he truly and sincerely cares!!
  • blessed to have him as a brother yes

foxinaforestofstars  asked:

Hey, so I absolutely adored what you wrote for my last request. Can I request more of Jackaboy with a pregnant reader, please? Maybe they've been trying for a while and the test is finally positive and Jack just can't wait to announce it to the world? Thanks in advance!

It was time. The minutes had passed, you kept your eyes clenched tight. Sean was pacing outside the bathroom door. The last three tests - in about as many months - had been negative and you weren’t sure your little heart could take it again.

“We can always go to a doctor to help us?” jack called through the door, his ceaseless fidgeting quieting for the moment. “If it’s negative, I mean. See if maybe it’s something wrong with one of us?”

Your heart broke a little at the anxiety in your beloved’s voice, knowing he was just as desperate for the little plus sign as you. If not more.

Playing Dream Daddy did seem to have increased his desire for a child.

“Darlin’?”

You took a deep breath, neglecting to answer in favor of slowly turning the pregnancy test to look.

“Oh my god.”

Your voice cracked and you let out a tiny sob. Assuming the worse, Sean flung the door open. Tears were already threatening his ocean blues, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Oh sweetheart… I’m sorry. Tomorrow we can schedule-”

“Sean, look!

Four months passed and the Septic fandom had noticed you were reluctant to come on camera. Had you been harassed or something? Were you and Jack having problems and you didn’t want to be involved with them anymore?

Many were worried, sending you messages on social media, drawing cute pictures of you in attempts to cheer you up.

“They’re so sweet,” you commented one night, curled up in one of Sean’s hoodies. He was editing a RYC, and you were munching on your favorite snack. A mug of peppermint tea was on standby, as was coffee for your fiancé. “Someone drew me and Sam.”

“Aww, look how cute!” He grinned at you, kissing your cheek. “Just like you.”

“Have you told Mark or the others?” You asked after a moment of comfortable silence. You’d been prompted by a Dark and Anti fanart, which had ended up in your tumblr tag. Probably because you jokingly said you preferred Dark.

“Felix knows, and I’ve been hinting it to to Mark and Ethan but I dunno if they just haven’t figured it out or if they think it’s me saying I want a kid.”

“Bet you a coffee Ethan gets it first.”

“Only if you get decaf.”

They were getting really concerned now. You were mentioning feeling sick and tired in tweets and Jack was saying you just didn’t have the energy to sit and play a game with him right now.

Were you seriously ill?

Jack would’ve told them, right?

Was it leading to an Anti reveal?

You laughed at that theory, reblogging it with no tags just to watch people set things on fire. “They think Anti’s gonna kill me.”

“Maybe they think Anti’s gonna take you over?” He suggested, setting a bright purple mug in front of you. A fan had given it to you after your engagement to Sean had been announced. On it was a large Sam Septiceye, and the words Mrs. Septiceye in radioactive green cursive.

It was one of your favorites.

“Ooh I like that idea, let’s do something with it.” He laughed at you, nudging the ginger tea towards you. The morning sickness had mostly subsided - it hadn’t been super horrible but neither of you were fond of vomit- but the ginger helped a lot.

“Maybe after our wee bab finally joins us?” He suggested, turning back to the tv. “We should tell them though, you are over halfway along.”

You sipped from your mug with a grin. “How should we do that, Mr. Eye?” Sean sat back, an arm around your shoulders.

“A video probably. Let them know you aren’t dying or somethin’. We can Vlog going to buy baby furniture and not tell them it’s for us until the end.”


“How’s my favorite preggo?”

“You can’t just call her that, Ethan. That’s rude.”

“It’s okay Mark-”

“You gotta ask how miss preggo is!”> Ethan and Mark dissolved into giggles on the screen, and you sighed. Sean was giggling too, trying to hide it in his coffee mug. Amy looked sympathetic, flicking Mark’s ear.

“For real though, you’re doing okay right?”

At that, the boys settled and sat eagerly. You smiled at them all, nodding. “Yeah. Doc says we’re both healthy as can be, and my delivery shouldn’t have any complications.” Ethan looked relieved suddenly, and it dawned on you.

The boys had been nervous for you, but hadn’t wanted to stress you out.

“We just filmed a trip to the furniture store too,” Sean cut in. “To announce the baby ya know?”

“At last!” Mark giggled. “Jack’s been so patient but all I’ve heard is how excited he is to tell everyone.”

A look of betrayal took over your fiancé’s face and he leaned close to the camera so the others could only see his bright eyes. “Traitor.”

The video went up not too long after that. Your stomach was kept out of frame for the most part, but was hidden under an oversized sweater when it was shown.

“So what color is the nursery?”

“I think the light grey and purple they showed us?” You answered, referring to the people you’d gone too for paint samples. “So maybe a purple bedset for the bassinet?”

“It’ll go with the big ass teddy bear Felix bought.”


“I found the cutest pajama thing!”

“Sean that’s… okay, yeah that’s pretty cute.”

“We’re getting it.”


It wasn’t until you guys were back at home, and you led Sean into the spare-room-turned-nursery that the pieces finally came together.

You guys weren’t shopping for someone else’s baby, but your own.

“Surprise!” You both shouted, standing beside a large sign with your due date plastered in green and purple letters.

I love doing the pregnant fiancée thing! For @foxinaforestofstars 💚

messedupessy  asked:

Us Papyrus and Uf Papyrus with a male S/O because most the time even if the S/O isn't gendered do they almost always have a fem body in most imagines that I have seen let's give the guys some love? Have no idea for anything specific except that I would love some fluff, maybe cuddles, anything will do :D though I got a sort of idea while writing this, the skellies realising they are falling for their male friend who they are not sure swing that way? I don't know anymore, you decide~

(alright, i apologize for taking a bit to finish up this prompt! you’re absolutely right, there’s nowhere near enough plainly-stated male s/o content for those sweet skeleton feelings around… i’m happy to give this a shot- so let’s see what may be brewing for Stretch and in Edge’s mind on that front, shall we~? <3)

US Pap:

“Okay, seriously, how do you get a huge mixed flavor box of popsicles and only have blue ones?”

You shot an exasperated look over your shoulder at Stretch, who was watching you with his usual tired grin while he took a drag at his cigarette. He shrugged amicably, his gaze turning briefly towards his brother’s room - it was unoccupied at the moment, as Blue had decided to go out training with Alphys.

“would you believe me if i said that Blue buys six boxes at once, then sorts them into single flavor boxes and delivers the other flavors to friends with the matching taste?”

“… Holy… okay, damn. Yes. Yes I would. That ridiculously kind-hearted son of a…”

You shot one last lingering look to the box of popsicles, but grimaced and shuddered briefly and opted to grab yourself a soda instead. You shut the freezer with a bump of your elbow and moved to flop back down on the couch next to your best friend.

“not a fan of that flavor, then?”

You tilted your head back with a groan before meeting his genuinely curious look. “Blue raspberry? Hell no. I mean, it’s cool, Blue can like what he wants, but…” you shuddered again before taking a swig of your soda, as if to wash the ghost of a remembered taste from your mouth. “Just… no way. I mean, first off - it’s only blue because there were too many ‘red’ flavors, so they chose to make cherry flavors darker, watermelons lighter, that sort of thing, and just decided raspberry could screw off to an antifreeze blue color, as if that was a reasonable choice - and second, the raspberry flavor. It’s actually mostly freaking pineapple and banana mixed flavoring you’re tasting, did you know that? I just… nope. Not gonna do it. I may eat junk, but I’ve got junk standards, dammit.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey, Asshole, why are you here? Not in a rude way, just curious.

An insult. To Mark Zuckerberg? And an insult to us. And this word, meant not as such but the curse is a curse is a curse. That’s what is said. A curse the curse is a curse. But the question follows, so simple, and it is Mark Zuckerberg. We are here for him. We are here for his heart. You can insult, but that will never win. Not against Mark Zuckerberg, or cute Wil Wheaton, or cute Mark Zuckerberg. Not against America. Call us this and blame us for finding such rude? What you say. But Mark Zuckerberg is here for you with no regard. Even if you deserve so much less. Together united, forever strong.

AH FUCK KEPT PUTTIN THIS ONE OFF AND ZUCKERFUCKERS CAUGHT IT, OK UH

I GOT HERE JUST A LITTLE WHILE BACK, JUST SORTA DID THE TRICK BELL DID COMING HERE

what?

Y’KNOW THE? FUCKIN

PULLING BACKWARDS THING YOU DID? IN THE SEA

um.

MEAT WORDS DON’T REALLY WORK FOR IT BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

the where?

THE SEA

THE OTHER PLACE, YOU JUST WENT THERE LIKE A WEEK AGO

WHERE WE COME FROM

you mean. my. my dream?

YOU

i'm confused.

YOU HONEST TO GOD

i just.

THOUGHT THAT WAS A DREAM?

i don't. remember. coming from there. and it was so. so strange. so much. not like here. and i just didn't understand and i thought.   i'm sorry. 

I MEAN JUST FUCK

SOMETHING REALLY IS UP WITH YOU HUH

don't remind me.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I wanted to say I love your stories so much! If I can still request, can I please please get Reaper/S76/Genji/Hanzo/McCree/Lucio x reader in a Soulmate AU ? it can be any one you like! thank you very much!

Ahhh~ Yes yes yes I can!! Im so glad you like my work!!

This is kind of long, and each AU that I could think of is listed before the character part!! I hope you like it~

Soulmate Voice - Reaper: A fight had broken out on the interstate your police vehicle was on. You had been following a payload, escorting covert Overwatch agents as they led the payload to a safe, undisclosed location. You had been warned that there would be a possibility of terrorist activity around the payload, but you didn’t think that you would see it.

You climbed out of your car, watching the way Soldier: 76 fired at a body that was out of sight. Tracer raced back and forth across the road, mouth moving as she spoke something into a comm in her ear. Lights blinded you even in the daylight from the payload, your vehicle, and other vehicles around you. The other police officers you were with were shouting commands.

Yet you heard nothing. You had been deaf since you were born, at least to everything around you. You heard yourself, what you thought was yourself, and your breathing. That was it.

Something flew over your head, a cloud of dark mist, and you gasped as a shotgun went off next to your ear. The sound hurt. The cloud hit the ground with a heavy thud and solidified. You covered your ears, squeezing your eyes shut as a ringing echoed through your head.

“You gasped,” a man rasped. You looked up. The white mask of an owl bared down on you and the cold barrel of a shotgun tilted your chin up. You swallowed hard, stuttered out that you were an Officer. He chuckled. “How ironic.”

A blue pulse rifle appeared over your shoulder. You heard the whisper of a platonic soulmate say “step back Reyes”. The shotgun disappeared. Reaper – Reyes – held his hands, and guns, up and waved his clawed fingers teasingly.

“We’ll talk later,” he said. Soldier: 76 fired a silent shot and Reyes disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Tattoo - Soldier: 76: You sloshed your way down the sidewalk, clothes soaked, swearing as you squinted through the rain. The road was flooded and the sidewalk was slowly becoming the same. You hated that fact about the desert: the rain always shut the city down.

“Kid.” You whirled around at the sound, shielding your eyes as you strained to see who called you. Someone was leaning out of a store door, motioning for you come in. “Hustle, the water’s getting in,” he called. You booked it down the sidewalk, tripping over the threshold as you stumbled past him. The man pulled the door shut. You looked around the store, wringing your jacket out on the linoleum floor. It was a bar, not a store. People were huddled together in the booths and around tables, checking their holopads and phones and watches for updates on the weather. The man next to you locked the door. “It’s spittin’ out there,” he muttered.

You glanced up at him. The red of his visor reflected against the glass. “No kiddin’,” you responded. He tilted his head down towards you. You shrugged your jacket off and tossed it on a bar stool ahead of you. “Thanks for opening the door,” you said. He nodded. You wandered to the seat next to your jacket.

“Wasn’t gonna leave someone out there,” he said after a long stretch of silence. You shifted in your seat and glanced back at him. You noticed he has an awkward tan, outlining what must have been the collar of a jacket underneath his mask. He wasn’t wearing it now.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked, waving your hand at him. He tilted his head, watching your arm intently. At least, you thought he was. When you pulled your hand back towards you, he reached for you. “Can I help you?” you asked bitterly. He turned your wrist up. A bright red and yellow 76 stared up at him. You yanked your arm away. “You don’t just grab someone ya rude!” you snapped.

“Is that your soulmate mark?” he choked out.

You huffed at him, “So what? What do you want?” He stood awkwardly and stared at you, stumbling on words behind his mask. You arched your eyebrow at him. “Well?”

He shoved up the sleeve of his undershirt and thrusted his arm towards you. You leaned back, bumping against the bar, blinking as your vision focused on his arm. Your signature stared back at you.

You swallowed hard and looked up. “Nice to meet you?”

Soulmate Clock - Genji: Genji always saw the numbers ticking away in the right corner of his vision. It had been on his wrist when he still had his normal body, but when he lost his hands, Mercy had done her best to make sure his clock was still visible for him. He had asked her, after all. It meant a lot to him.

“A soulmate,” he whispered to himself. He sat on the side of a road, in the moonlight filtering through a tree. He could see the lights of a hoverbus in the distance.

00:04:32
00:03:52 

A nervous spike shot through his stomach. He had only seconds. The bus was too far away. Was he wrong? How could he be wrong? He shot to his feet, hair whipping into his face, as the blood rushed to his head. The clock filled his vision.

00:00:00

It faded away.

He had been wrong?

The hoverbus sped past him, letting out an embarrassingly small beep as it passed. It echoed in his armored suit and disappeared. Genji’s shoulders rolled forward. He slumped back towards the ground and closed his eyes. How could he think that he could truly have a soulmate? He should have died long ago. Maybe his soulmate thought he was already gone.

He listened to the breeze in the trees of a long time. It was comforting to him. He wasn’t truly alone in the world. He could deal with this.

“Excuse me?”

Except, he really couldn’t. He snapped his head up, visor glowing green with night vision. You stood in front of him, large hiking backpack on your back and a duffle on your shoulder. You grinned at him.

The moon seemed brighter.

“I think I’m supposed to meet you here,” you said. You held out your wrist. A narrow green clock blinked up at him.

00:00:01
00:00:00 

The clock face faded before the mechanism disappeared completely. You smiled at him, watching as he stood up. “I honestly thought I was early? And um…that it’d be at the bus stop way back there,” you said. You motioned down the road, turning to where he had seen the hoverbus. You looked back up at him and smiled brighter, if possible. He blurted his name. You laughed and whispered yours. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Genji.”

He removed his mask hesitantly and meet your gaze. “Likewise.”

Black&White World to Color - Hanzo: Watchtower: Gibraltar was a mammoth building when you were standing in front of it. You gulped and gripped your bag tighter, whispering to yourself how you had wanted to do this, how you had wanted to make a different and answer the recall of Overwatch agents. Even if you had never been one. The dark blacks and silvers of the building were a startling contrast against the light gray of the sky and the white of the clouds. You swallowed your nerves and stepped towards the doors.

They slid open. “Two agents arriving,” a voice said. You frowned and looked back. Someone walked behind you into the room. “Welcome to Gibraltar. My name is Athena.” The figure that walked passed you disappeared down a hall before you could spot them. You frowned.

“You’re a new face,” someone said. You looked up, spotting the one you had come to know as Winston. He smiled. “I recognize you from the news,” he said. “Welcome to Gibraltar.”

“It’s…intimidating,” you said with an exhausted grin. He scooped your bag up.

“You’re free to look around if you’d like,” he said, “Get your bearings. I’ll gather whatever equipment I can find for you so that you’re ready when the next mission comes around. Okay?” You nodded to him. He wandered off, taking your bag with him. You didn’t speak up to get it back.

Rolling your shoulders, you started down a hall. It led past a kitchen, a community bathroom, a gym. There was a fork in the hall and you stopped. Down one was a set of doors. Down another was a set of stairs.

“Pardon me,” someone said behind you. You jumped and spun around, lifting your hands to block your face.

The first thing you noticed was the gray in his hair. It framed his face at his temples, a face which was pale with golden undertones and light splashes of freckles and sun spots. A green ribbon hung over his shoulder. His eyes were light brown and wide as they stared at you. He cleared his throat. “I did not mean to scare you,” he said softly. You shook your head and followed him, reaching up to catch the ribbon between your fingers.

“Wait,” you breathed, “Don’t…don’t move just yet. I’ve never seen such a color before.” With barrier of personal space broken, he lightly took your chin and tilted your head side to side, watching the light dance in your eyes. You squinted and pulled your head away.

“Neither have I,” he whispered. He bowed just slightly, watching you with wonder, his name slipping out from his lips like a gasp. You smiled shyly and introduced yourself. “You have never seen color either?” he asked. You shook your head. He watched you for a long moment, eyes taking in every detail of your hair, your clothing, your skin. “There must be others out here you have not seen.”

“I could say the same thing to you,” you pointed out. You crossed your arms and smiled. An amazing color of pinks and reds flooded Hanzo’s face. “Would you wanna look at all the colors together?”

“I would be honored.”

First Words - McCree: You squinted at the words on your palm, trying to decipher them in your drunken haze. You were pretty sure it said fire. Fire something. Fire truck? No that didn’t make sense. And fire was too short. What the hell did it say?

You hiccupped and stood from the bar, coughing faintly. The bartender glanced over at you. “You gonna be okay?” he asked slowly. You nodded and scooped up your coat.

“I’m gonna be just dandy, sir,” you slurred. You saluted him with a grin. “Gonna go home and pass the fuck out, actually.”

“You did say it was a long day at work,” the bartender mused. He picked up the glass you had just finished and started to clean it. “Get home safe. Okay?”

“Aye aye, captain!” you chirped. You whirled around and stumbled over your own feet, pitching forward. A pair of hands caught your shoulders and spun you carefully, slinging you over a cold, cloth covered arm.

“Darlin’ you don’t gotta go fallin’ for me like that,” someone said over you. You squinted up at them, lips pursing in confusion. There was a hat. An ugly ass hat. A fucking cowboy hat. You sucked on your teeth. He straightened you up, sliding his hands down your arms. You felt something burn against your palm and squeezed it shut.

“Did you just twang at me, cowboy?” you asked slowly. He pouted, then swore. He glanced down at his hand. You watched him do it, tilted your head when realization dawned across his face. He pushed his hat up and stared down at you in amazement.

“Holy shit,” he drawled. He rubbed his hand down his face. You snorted.

“You’re a real life cowboy, oh my God?” you said with a giggle. You snorted harder and doubled over. McCree groaned.

“Let’s uh…let’s get you somewhere safe, okay?” he said. You rolled your eyes.

Fine mister cowboy, if you insist, but just so you know, I have a soulmate, okay? Okay.”

“I’m very aware, li’l lady.”

Soulmate’s Color - Lucio: People often told you about the color green. It made them think, made them stretch their creative muscles, they said. Some told you it was what spring smelled like, open and clear. Others said it was like a cold winter night in the woods, sharp and fresh, with pine needles and wet wood.

You would stare at the gray streaks of the frog graffiti that littered the streets and posters, wondering what the color looked like. Your friend approached you one day as you stared at the marks on your way home, waving tickets above her head as she shouted “WE’RE GONNA SEE LÚCIO!” at you. You cheered as you met her half way.

You spent the afternoon preparing for the performance. You made sure to don the only Lúcio shirt you owned, a faded black number with what you hoped was a green frog in the center. You hurried out to meet your friend, talking about which songs you would hear as the two of you followed a crowd to a warehouse. It was dark inside, and hot. You were glad for the few articles of clothing you wore, or you would’ve been drenched in sweat. You looked around, at the glow sticks that emitted gray light, at the bright gray glowing gauges and gray shoes. Everything around you was gray.

Strobe lights kicked on and a bass thumped through your shoes. You cheered as bright white spot lights illuminated Lúcio’s body.

The world erupted with green.

Growing up

@aquiladraws @vldlunarladies For the Voltron Lunar Ladies exchange! Hope you enjoy!

Pidge tugs on her sweater. The sleeves are too short now, resting a few inches above her wrists, whereas they used to rest upon her palms. Her shorts are too small too. The elastic waistband is too tight around her waist; hips that she hadn’t had before now strain against the worn fabric. She really needs new clothes.

Pidge hasn’t been shopping in a very long time. That year when she’d been undercover at the Garrison, she hadn’t had a need for new clothes; she’d simply taken her brother’s old clothes with her. And since she’s been in space, she hasn’t had a chance. Every time they happen across a spacemall, someone (Keith, cough cough) gets them thrown out before she can even find her way to a mammalian clothing store. She doubts that she’ll be able to go anytime soon. Of course, there is one source of clothing inside the castle, who she’s sure would positively love to help her make a new wardrobe.

With a sigh, she brushes her sweater down and takes a deep breath. Although Allura has told her time and time again that she’d love to have Pidge confide in her, to ask her for advice, and to talk to her as both a fellow girl, and a friend, she’s still a little nervous about coming to her actual room to talk with her. She knocks.

She hears Allura call, “Coming!” From the other side, and then there’s a slight pause, before Allura opens the door. Her expression shifts from preemptive annoyance to a bright smile. “Oh, hello Pidge. Is there something you need?”

Pidge tugs her sweater down again. “Well, um, could I come in?”

“Oh, oh, yes. Sorry. Where are my manners? Come in, come in.” Allura steps away from the door to let her in. Her nightgown swishes above her knees, and Pidge has to force herself to look away and not be rude. Glowing marks, just like the ones on her cheekbones, circle around her ankles, and up her shins. Pidge has never seen so much of her skin exposed; she’s still not sure if Allura’s modesty stems from her culture, or her status, or just her personality, but whatever it is, Pidge’s gotten so used to it that just seeing her ankles is enough to give her a shock.

Allura leads her over to her bed, a huge, fluffy affair, covered with more pillows than she’s even seen in one room. She guesses that being a princess has it’s perks, she thinks jealously. “So,” Allura says, leaning forward expectantly. “What is it?”

Pidge looks at her lap, her hands, anywhere but Allura’s face. She shouldn’t be embarrassed to ask for help, but somehow admitting the fact that she’s growing, and getting older has her cheeks all warm.  “I, um, I was wondering if I could have some of your old clothes. I’ve grown out of mine, and we never really have the time, or the money to really shop, and-”

Allura holds up a hand, and nods solemnly, as if she’d told her a galactic secret or something. “Say no more. A makeover is in order, and you’ve come to the right place.”

Pidge feels the weight in her stomach lighten a bit as Allura drags her towards the door on the opposite side of the room. The door slides open, revealing another room, stuffed with clothes and shoes and boxes in a disorderly fashion completely unlike the Princess’ main room.

“So what color’s are you going for? Greens, and white, and black, correct? I’ve got quite a few dresses with that scheme, and if those are not your style, there’s summer clothing similar to what you’re wearing now that you might like.” Allura says, shifting through her shelves and racks thoughtfully. When Pidge doesn’t answer, she turns around and presses a bundle of clothes into her arms. “You look a little lost. Why don’t you try these first, and then we can go from there?”

Pidge nods, and then waits for Allura to leave. Allura looks at her expectantly. “You…you don’t mind if I change here?”

Allura waves her hand as if she could wave her question away. “Of course. We’re both females here after all, and,” She hesitates a bit, almost imperceptibly. “We’re friends.”

Pidge smiles at her, and quickly discards her too-small clothes. The outfit that Allura has picked for her is a simple emerald dress, lacking any of the decoration that Allura’s dresses usually flaunt. She finds that she likes it. It’s been a long time since she’s been able to show any femininity, and it’s refreshing, being able to wear a dress again. As she slides it on, it practically swallows her, until Allura presses a small button in the collar, and it shrinks to fit her. She turns experimentally in the mirror. She can barely recognize herself in it; she’s changed so much since that picture had been taken. “It’s perfect.” Pidge says, looking back to Allura.

She wouldn’t think that it was possible, but Allura smiles even wider. “Wonderful. Would you like to try on a few more?”

Pidge nods. “I’d love to.”

Mark Meets Jack Part 2

 It’s time for what you’ve all been waiting for! Part 2 is finally here and man is it a long one. I’m talking almost 4000 words. I hope you all enjoy it.


Mark took a breath before he pushed open the door, entering the building. A loud ding went off, signaling to the workers that a customer had entered. Almost immediately a woman came up to him.

“Hello, I’m Mindy. Can I help you with anything today?” Mark smiled.

“Hi, yeah um, I just moved out here and my friends recommended this place to me. You know, they thought it might be nice for me to have a companion or something,” He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. It was a little embarrassing telling a complete stranger that you were feeling lonely. But to his relief the woman, Mindy, just smiled.

“Well you’ve certainly come to the right place. Tinies are the best pets any human could have. Did you have a preference in mind?” Mark’s eyes widened.

“Oh uh, well male definitely and maybe around my age?” Mindy nodded and pointed toward a section close to the back of the store.

“Males within the age groups of 18-30 are over there,” Mark nodded and thanked the worker before heading over to said section. As he got closer to the tanks, he couldn’t help but look on in awe and wonder. They were just so tiny. Mark had never really been around tinies all that much. Hardly ever now that he thought about it. They were so cool.

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rude interruptions / / mark tuan

There are days where you just want to talk about everything with Mark. You talk to him about the usual things, like how your day started, how was school, how was your lunch, and many more. He may be quiet most of the time, but Mark is a really good listener. He always looks at your eyes, he never forgets to hold your hand, and he hums in response while muttering a few words.

But, today Mark is not really cooperating with you.

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask what mark s did ? Cause I’m really confused with what’s happening with him. I know what mark p did though. If u don’t want to explain that’s fine I’m just a little confused 😅 I feel like I’ve missed something big

Mark is just generally Rude in a way that I don’t enjoy.

anonymous asked:

1) yes that wasn't rude, it's just that Mark has said he won't make any Host vids 2) Peter, calm. Try to not let other people affect you like that, love. <3

I thought I said I wasn’t going to say my feeling s here gains fuck me and my IDIOT ASS

you quite so new

Septiplier morning after fluff that can take place in au or canon, up to you. oh god, idk I just wanted to write something happy and quippy with these two. my cat is judging me. he knows.

also on AO3.


“The best part of waking up, is Marky in your cup!“

Jack sleepily scowls at Mark. "The best part of waking up is closing the door in your face,” he says, and tries to slam the door shut, but Mark wedges his foot in before he can.

“Rude!” Mark points at him. “And also, just not comedically clever, man.”

“It’s seven in the mornin’,” Jack sighs as he drops face-down onto the hotel bed. “The Irish aren’t clever till noon at least.”

“Why noon?”

“I dunno!” Jack squints his eyes open at Mark, who appears showered and dressed and far, far too awake. “Just fuck off… please?”

“I can’t fuck off, Jack! I’m too excited!”

Jack groans and presses a pillow over his face, blocking out the sunlight and Mark’s even sunnier smile. Ugh. Smiling. What a disgusting thing to be doing at this hour.

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Taeyong- We Don't Talk Anymore (Angst)

Word count: 1,910

Scenario: You haven’t seen Tae in a really long time and you’ve been questioning your relationship with him. *kinda inspired by We Don’t Talk Anymore- Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez*


“Hey Tae…ugh if you could kinda just text me or call me back soon that would be great. Well I’ll go now just text me when you get my message. Bye, love you.”

That was the third voice mail today.

He never picks up. He never sends a text. He never really does anything anymore to communicate with you. He just slowly pushed you away, then all at once.

You put your phone down and take a sip of your coffee as you wait for your best friend to get their order and take a seat with you. You were happy she called you and asked to hang out. You hated staying in the shared apartment you owned with Taeyong. It was just so lonely there-especially since he hasn’t been home in almost three months.

Hani sits across from you and places her Americano on the table, “Oh that’s hot!” she hisses as she takes a sip from her cup.

You lightly chuckle at your best friend and push some napkins towards her to clean up the little spill she’s made on the table.

You look down at your hands, they nicely sit on your lap and you hold a picture of you and Taeyong. It was kinda dumb, but you liked to carry around a picture of you and him in you pocket. It helped calm you down made you less anxious. A small smile etched on your face as you admire the photo.

“So,” she hums looking at you with soft eyes “how are you?”

You shrug and secretly stuff the photos back into your pocket. You stare out the window watching passing strangers make their way to their destinations. You can’t help but receive a chill when Hani asks you how you are. Another question you’d have to answer with a lie.
“Fine.”

Hani scoffs. You watch as she crumples a napkin and lightly toss it at you, hitting you on the forehead and landing on the table.

You jerk back, shocked by her sudden playfulness “What was that for?” you whine.

“For lying to me! Tae hasn’t called you hasn’t he.” she infers. God, you hated that Hani was so good at guessing how you were and what was up. She always knew when something was wrong. She raises a brow and await for your answer, her finger nails drumming on the wood table.

You nod slowly and your throat suddenly knots and it’s hard to speak.
You look out the window again and watch as the snow lightly falls from the sky. Dancing through the light wind and landing on the ground or on the coats of passing people.

“Y/N why don’t you just let it go?”

You look up at her confused. Taking another sip from your coffee you gulp down the hot substance and clear your throat “W-what do you mean by that.”

Hani sighs and she places her hand over yours, that wrests on the table “Y/N, I’m your best friend and as your best friend, I always want the best for you. I hate seeing you sad and upset over some boy who won’t even call back his said girlfriend.” She explains slowly, trying to find the right words. She lets out another sigh “I-I don’t like seeing you like this. You’re the one who always tries to text him and call him and yet he makes no effort to pick up the phone. I don’t like seeing you so drained and so tired over some boy.”

You huff and your face resembles a pouting child “B-But Hani it’s not just some boy, it’s my-”

She cuts you off and puts her hands up “I know. Your boyfriend. But if he’s not gonna put any effort into the relationship then why should you keep trying. Y/N, come on admit to your self, has he been acting like a boyfriend?”

You shake your head no and you can feel your heart drop when you admit it to yourself. Hani is right Taeyong hasn’t been there.“Then exactly.” Hani says as she rests her case and sits back on her side of the booth.

You can’t help but think that what Hani says is true. Why should you waist your time on a relationship that has only one sided effort?

You’ve just become so tired and drained over time, that maybe now is the time you’re giving up.

Hani looks up at you expecting you to say something. You take a deep breath and with a heavy sigh you admit it “Taeyong and I-we don’t talk anymore.

*later that night*

“Taeyong,” Jaehyun whines “just call her!”

Taeyong shakes his head and shrugs “I-I don’t know. She might be upset with me.”

Mark chuckles “Well I wonder why?”

Taeyong glares at him and throws one of the couch pillows at him “Not. Helping.”

Mark successfully shields himself from the pillow and roles his eyes “Hyung, I respect you and all but you really haven’t been a good boyfriend. You haven’t called her in what…two- three months?” Taeyong sits back in his spot on the couch and huffs. He reaches into his pocket and a small smile appears on his lips as he looks at a picture of you and him.

He mentally scolds himself. God,he knows he’s been such a terrible boyfriend.
He looks over at his phone and his fingers hover over your contact name but he can’t push himself to press it. He locks his phone and let’s out a frustrated groan.

Mark looks up from his phone and his tongue pokes the in so of his cheek “Hyung, do it or I will.” 

 “Shut up boy from the six-”

 “I’m not from the six, I’m from Vancouver.” Marks states his tone annoyed.

 Taeyong roles his eyes and sighs “I’m sorry-I didn’t mean to be rude I’m just stressed you know?!”

 Mark nods understanding his Hyung’s predicament “That’s why you should just call her or text her, relieve some stress.” Taeyong let Mark’s words linger in the air as he thought for himself. 

 Taeyong has just been so disappointed with himself. With the training and the debuting he’s just sorta forgot about you. That’s what’s driving him insane! He’s so shocked that he let himself forget about you-his girlfriend/boyfriend! He’s just so disappointed. That’s really the whole reason as to why he hasn’t called. He’s scared that your mad and so he just lets the phone ring or he just doesn’t read your texts so that you don’t know he read them and just didn’t respond. The amount of guilt he feels is unbearable. But how are you suppose to explain to your girlfriend/ boyfriend that you sort of forgot about them?

 As if on cue Taeyong’s phone started to ring. He almost jumped when his ring tone started playing. It was you saying “hey you pick up! Wow this is rude pick up the phone BRUH!” he thought it was cute at the time and recorded you saying it and set it as his ringtone. Now how ironic is it that that is his ringtone and your calling him.

 His eyes widen and his heart drops “G-Guys what I do?!” 

 Yuta pops his head in from the kitchen “Answer it you idiot!” 

 The phone continues to ring and Taeyong gives Jaehyun and Mark a look. The nod, indicating that he should pick it up. 

 With a stifled breath he excuses himself and escapes to the dorms balcony, shutting the sliding door behind him. He kisses his thumb and clicks answer, taking in a shaky breath he puts on a small smile “Hello?” he shivers from the inter air and he hugs his sweater covered body as his teeth chatter. 

 You sigh from the other line and your hands sweat from nervousness “Uh-hi Taeyong .” 

 He lets out a forced laugh “Oh Taeyong-not Tae?” he tries to playfully joke. Although he knows it’s something serious you only ever called him Taeyong when there was something serious. 

 “Taeyong-I think…” His eyes widen and his heart races immediately inferring the end of your sentence. 

Trying to stall he stops you “Hey uh how have you been Y/N?!” You let out a sigh knowing that he’s stalling “I-I’m fine Taeyong.” 

 “That’s great! I miss you!” he exclaims. Your heart drops and breathing becomes hard. You almost choke on air when you hear him say that. God, did he really have to make all of this harder. 

 Taeyong opened his mouth to speak only for you to cut him off now “Taeyong I think we need to break up.” you say in a hurried tone.

 Taeyong almost stops breathing. He holds onto the balcony railing to keep him up “W-What?” his face was becoming hot and red and his eyes brim with tears as he hears your voice shake on the other line. 

 “Taeyong I’m sorry. But I-” 

 “Y/N, if this is about me not calling you I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a terrible boyfriend but-but I can change.” he pleads. His tears spill from his eyes and his head spins. It’s as if this were all happening in slow motion.

 “Tae, you can’t change. You’re so busy and your only going to become more popular and I’m so proud of you. But-I hate feeling like I’m the second priority. I hate feeling as if this relationship is one sided and I’m-” you choke on your tears and you let out a huff. You wipe away the tears and take a deep breath in “I’m so tired Tae. I’m so tired of waiting for you to call and staying up till three in the morning. I’m tired of having to constantly check up on you and call you only for you not to respond to me at all. Tae you even came home last month and didn’t bother to come see me!” 

 He let out a sob as you let out all your held in feelings. God,it made him feel like complete crap. He didn’t know that he was doing all of this to you. He so badly wants to say something but he can’t. Taeyong sits on the floor curled up with the phone pressed to his ear. The night wind making his eyes dry and his noes more runny. 

 “Bye Taeyong. I love you-I always will. But we don’t talk anymore like we use too. Things aren’t the same.” you huff and hold onto your chest trying to lessen the pain of your aching heart “I love you Tae. Good b-bye.” 

 With that that call ends and Taeyong is still in shock. He lets out a frustrated scream and throws his phone across the balcony. His mind full of rage but not at you, at himself. He screams again letting his pain out. 

 The boys hear him from outside and come rushing into the balcony watching their friend cry. “Hyung,” Mark calls.

 “S-she’s gone.” he whispers as he slides down the wall. His sobs becoming louder. He collapses onto Jaehyun and Mark and they hold him up feeling terrible for their Hyung. 

 “She’s gone…” he repeats.

 You sit in your room staring into blank space you’re not even crying. Your feelings just jumbled and your not eyes sure how to feel.

 Hani knocks on your door and she gives you a small smile “Come here.” at that moment you come running at her engulfing her into a hug, sobbing into her shoulder “I-I” 

 “Shh it’s okay Y/N. Breath.”