this seemed like a good idea but i dont like it of course

The differences between Darkiplier and Antisepticeye

Obviously we see Anti and Dark as two similar beings because they’re both the evil counterparts or the demons of two great guys who are best friends. Though I think that they’re also very different for many different reasons. Let’s break it down a little and spot the differences, shall we?

Let’s start with Anti.

Antisepticeye, otherwise known as Jack’s evil counterpart or demon, has made many appearances already - even recently. His look can be interpreted however you want, but he has been portrayed a certain way on the channel for some time now. He seems to look exactly how Jack does whenever he appears. But during one longer appearance, he was seen with all black clothing (a black shirt and ripped jeans) and some ear gauges (you can see this in Jack’s ‘Say Goodbye’ video). You could assume that this is Anti’s regular style. We’ve also seen him with black eyes (also in the ‘Say Goodbye’ video) which could possibly mean that he’s a demon.

Anti’s appearances have been brief for the most part. He appears in the form of glitches in Jack’s face cam (you can see a lot of this in Jack’s ‘Five Nights At Freddy’s - Sister Location’ videos) and only stays for a few seconds, though his appearances grew gradually more frequent as the end of October got closer. The only video in which he’s made a longer and much stronger appearance is in Jack’s ‘Say Goodbye’ video.

A quick example.

Anti’s voice is also far from normal, as far as we know. It’s very distorted and sounds like there are multiple people speaking at the same time, all in different pitches. This kind of matches his glitchy appearances.

Another thing about him is that he’s very violent. In multiple appearances, Anti has been seen using his fingers as guns and holding them to his head, strangling himself, pulling at his hair or face or mouth, or with blood somewhere on his face. In the ‘Say Goodbye’ video, he even goes as far as making Jack slit his own throat. He’s displayed as a crazy character, even borderline psychotic.

Picture it this way: if Anti was given the opportunity to torture someone, he wouldn’t hesitate. He would use all the pretty little toys he had and make it as enjoyable as possible - for him. He is merciless, violent and crazy and this could be due to Jack’s excessive amount of energy being manifested into something evil. His idea of fun is extremely dangerous, bloody and painful.

So, Anti is practically a psychopath.

Now, onto Dark.

Darkiplier, otherwise known as Mark’s evil counterpart or demon, hasn’t made nearly as many appearances as Anti. There were theories about him in Mark’s earlier videos ‘Don’t Blink’ and ‘Dont Move’, but he’s been nothing more than a theory since then. People came up with their own ideas and conclusions while Anti was around. But he has finally made an appearance in one of the paths you take when you go to Mark’s video, ‘A Date With Markiplier’ (to get to him you have to click ‘Pay’ and then click ‘Horror’. If you want to follow through then you have to click on ‘Freedom’ and finally, kill the guy on ‘Left’.)

So far, his attire is different from Anti’s. Of course, he was wearing the suit that Mark was wearing during the date, but it oddly seemed to suit him (pun intended). Already off the bat, this leads us to think that Dark may prefer cleaner or more professional attire as opposed to black t-shirts and ripped jeans. Another thing is that he seems to like wearing black eyeliner, unless that’s some sort of natural dark circle around his eyes. Either way, creep factor.

Dark’s appearances haven’t been as glitchy as Anti’s. There are a few moments where he’s seemed to glitch out slightly, but for the most part he’s more ‘stable’. Although, there does seem to be some sort of layering effect in his appearances or some sort of 3D filter - like there are duplicates of him. His stance is also very proper, with his hands gingerly held behind his back as he talks. That, and his appearances have been longer than Anti’s. He sticks around to even converse with the viewer, whereas Anti will only stick around for a few seconds in the face cam, just long enough for someone to notice him.

An example for Darky.

Dark’s voice is a lot deeper than Anti’s, kind of like Mark’s is deeper than Jack’s. Though, it’s almost abnormally deep for someone with Mark’s face. It’s also very echoey, as though he was appearing in a vision or a dream.

Now this is where the major difference comes out.

Unlike Anti, Dark looks very calm and reserved. He speaks slowly, carefully and clearly - as though he’s having a conversation with a colleague at work. He doesn’t seem violent in any sort of way and doesn’t imply that he wants to cause harm to anyone. It’s just that his entire demeanor and way of speaking is very … Dark. I guess he lives up to his name. Rather than being crazy and excitable like Anti, he’s just cold and intimidating.

Picture it this way: if Dark also had the opportunity to torture someone, he wouldn’t go about it the same way. He would most likely use his words to slowly drive the person mad, to frighten them out of their skin. His definition of fun wouldn’t be to hear the person’s screams or see a gory scene - no, his fun is all in the scares. Sure, eventually he gets around to the torture, but he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes to make a mess, you know?

So, Dark is a cold, merciless killer.

Anti and Dark are very similar but also very different, which makes them that much more interesting to observe and analyze. The two of them working together would be the perfect recipe for a vengeful murder. Of course, they’re super fun to watch from afar.

Just don’t piss them off.

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Let’s be real for a second in terms of like where this show is headed with regards to my favorite character (surprise it’s Lance jk no one is surprised)

Recently this tweet happened:

And some people are taking this really well and other people… not so much. Which makes sense since all of us have been like #thirstin for something more for Lance and have been met with a lotta nothing, but I think this tweet is actually a good thing.

So in this recent interview with Kimberly, Josh, and Jeremy, Jeremy basically says what he’s been saying since day 1 that’s been echoed by a lot of the other cast members and crew.

Basically: Lance will step up to the plate and he’ll become more of a leader and take on more responsibility but at the end of the day…




And when people ask for more about Lance in terms of his character, you don’t really hear much beyond this, which is exTRemEly frustrating but just hear me out.

It might not be this deep but I think it’d be cool if there’s a reason for the Voltron team being so adamant in the fact that “Lance is Lance.” And he will always be no matter what. This can go one of two ways.

1. Lance is Lance because he will always only be comic relief. 6 seasons of comic relief. That’s him. He’s Lance. A flirt. Cocky. Goofy. Sure he might have some moments like we’ve seen in S1 and S2 but for the most part he’s there to be the team goofball to make everyone laugh (or groan with frustration and annoyance)

Which is shitty and terrible and I will be so angry if this is what goes down but for now let’s move onto the MUCH BETTER option 2.

2. Lance does become a leader (maybe a co-leader? Right hand man? stays the Blue Paladin and just kinda steps up more? whatever) but no matter how tough things get, no matter how worn down the team is, no matter how hopeless the situation seems, Lance can still be Lance. And I don’t just mean he’s able to crack a joke at a tense time to lighten the mood, though that also is a part of it. I mean that he is able to keep a level head and calmly think things through even in chaotic or near impossible situations

That he is always concerned about the well-being of other and is willing to lay down his life for his friends (AKA PEOPLE HE JUST MET)

That he’s also not afraid to call out these friends when he thinks they are making a mistake (there seems to be a running theme with this one…..)

That he’s also appreciative of his friends and pays attention to their needs/wants and their strengths

And that he will always go down swinging

But maybe most importantly, and this is what I hope the Voltron team is trying to get at, Lance will never lose his joy and excitement and happy go-lucky demeanor. This is what makes him the Blue Paladin (and also why I think he would make a great Black Paladin but anyways….). He’s the glue of the team and this means more than just being the comic relief and making ill-timed jokes.

I really love the Lance that is able to start a weird space spore fight or wants to knit sweaters for Arusians. I love the Lance that enjoys doing a crazy dance while explaining their extremely dangerous plan to defeat Zarkon. I love the Lance that has fun coming up with wild ideas about what else could be locked up in Beta Traz. It’s not that he’s not taking his job as a Paladin seriously but rather that he is trying to take this crazy situation in stride as much as possible. We know that he can be worried, insecure, and lonely, but this never stops him from being who he is. He stumbles, loses confidence, regains it, and stands back up again ready to start swinging at the next asshole who decides to come for him and his friends.

Lance is adaptable just like water. He might come in different forms (serious, competitive, caring, homesick, flirtatious, etc) but at the end of the day it’s all of it is a part of who he is. He might need to get better at figuring out the appropriate timing of being leader Lance or flirty Lance, but it’s not like he has to lose the more immature part of him to become a more well-developed character.

So when people say “Lance will always be Lance,” I’m actually pretty fucking thankful. I’ve read some Langst where Lance becomes more “Keith-like” to cope with his insecurities which……. I’m conflicted about. I don’t think he needs to go as far as NOT be him in order for the team to learn to appreciate him more. So I think this affirmation from the staff that Lance will always be himself no matter what makes me believe that he will be what keeps the team together through the difficult and tumultuous times to come. That even despite his clear self-doubt he will be able to put the team and others first and maintain his role as the glue. That he will still manage to grow and change as a Paladin AND maintain the things that make him Lance.

There will be growing pains, of course, (I’m guessing a lot to do with Keith) but just because he’s insecure doesn’t make him weak. Lance doesn’t have to become more serious or stoic in order to be taken more seriously or be more “mature.” Then he wouldn’t be the Lance we know and love. He can withstand the challenges to come and develop as a character without sacrificing these integral parts of himself. He is capable of SO MUCH and I can’t wait for him to unlock the potential that was always there within him and makes him who he is.

Homestuck Meta Theory

Alright, so I know there’s a lot of people disappointed with the ending, again, I sound like a broken record by this point. And don’t get me wrong- While I love the ending, I would still love to see more of the characters and the story! I just feel it’s a good end as it is. I’ve made a lot of theories about what the End means and everything about Act 7, but all of the things I said, about the Jujus, about becoming freed from Paradox Space, it made me think about the rest of the story, and I believe it has made my entire idea of what Homestuck is change.

So the big question here is, what IS Homestuck? Most people, including me, when talking to someone who knows nothing about it, will speak about the story, the 4 Kids playing SBURB, and the subsequent destruction of Earth. And then mention its huge amount of references towards programming languages, popular culture, storytelling in itself, and it’s self-referential nature. But this Ending has got me thinking that maybe the reason why so many people have been disappointed in the End is because they got Hussie’s intentions wrong.

We tend to reference how the humor and the nature of Homestuck’s narrative is a little extra onto the story, and while it is true the story itself and the characters have drawn a big part of the Fandom, I thought… What if the important part of the Narrative isn’t the Story, but the Meta elements.

As soon as I made connection, everything about the ending began to fall into place. I have commented before that I feel Act 7 is like being shown the Good Ending of a video game without seeing its Neutral Route. 

The Kids have Earth, and Juju Vriska uses manages to flip the ending so that instead of being trapped by Paradox Space’s rules…

They manage to ‘End’ the game properly and get their Happy Ever After.

All while Caliborn is shown getting his power of Immortality, and while we’re left ambiguous about what happens to Vriska and Lord English and everyone in the Dream Bubbles…

Another thing people have complained about is the Character Arcs.

They say how ‘different’ the timeline is. What was the point of Rose’s alcoholism if then Vriska just swats the drink away and it never had any relevance anymore? Terezi’s relationship with Gamzee never happened. Dave and Karkat got together? The Game Over Timeline is bad, everyone agrees that people dying is never good, but they also claim that suddenly having all that Character Development changed made them unable to relate to some characters anymore.

And of course there’s always the mention of how Vriska, even though she’s an abusive 8itch, ended up being somewhat of a heroine, or at the very least not seemingly getting too punished…

That’s where the Narrative itself told us there was something off.

DAVE: rose we dont have fuckin “arcs” we are just human beings

Many have mentioned it, about how not having a closure to certain character arcs referenced this portion, the notion that the characters didn’t have an arc. The same way she then references Jade breaking Endgame ships and such. Rose’s power is Light, and her information source comes from the same place as SBURB and Skaia. It’s a game. Of course she’d have the notion that all of them have to fit certain predisposed stereotypes or their stories have to follow a certain pattern- Rose is looking at their lives since SBURB started as it has been. A Story.

But Dave is having none of it. Dave is beyond the thought that all they do has to follow a set pattern, and claims they don’t have character arcs. This might sound like a clever device by Hussie so he didn’t have to explore more of each of these character’s lives and he could close the comic leaving some loose ends but, there’s more.

Hussie? As an entity? Exists within the story. This would be all fun and dandy if it were a couple of stupid references and memes. And that’s what many people think! Most of his appearances in canon have been a joke, really. But…

Hussie joked about his influence on the comic, when his bot-self was about to mess up with the Kids in the Yellow Yard, but eventually didn’t do it. And yet? His fight with Vriska. His interactions with Caliborn. Everything pictured above? Hussie is a physical entity that follows the same rules as everyone else in Paradox Space and can influence the story. But he’s not a self-insert. He IS the Author. He is the one who wrote every of these characters and continued the story. He’s not another character, he’s himself, in the Homestuck Universe.

And then it began to dawn on me, that perhaps the Meta aspect of Homestuck was a bit more than Fourth-Wall Breaking fun and references to real life stuff. Of course, this train of thought led me to another main plot device that has never exactly been explained to its full extent. Jujus.

There’s the Sucker…

The Crowbar…

The House Juju…

A lollipop that could change character’s personalities, making them immediately make up for aaaall of their mistakes without a care in the world, start alchemizing new weapons, and end up exactly where they needed to be.

A crowbar that can break other of these mysterious devices, and more importantly, has been shown to be able to interact with the Website itself, which seems to be its own physical entity as well!

A house that gave John the ability to change the story, and that ended up being used against the Big Bad of the entire comic.

A puppet that trapped the Souls of various characters and became the gateway for the Big Bad of the comic to become who he is.

A mysterious pair of rings that oh so conveniently appear and disappear on characters, and leave you wondering what they really do, but clearly shown to at least be able to revive someone who, by no other means in the story, would have been able to get back to the world of the living.

Jujus are mysterious, when you look at them from the perspective of the characters. They have no beginning, no end, they just appear at some point and do a loop through time, ending up exactly where they appeared first. They are powerful artifacts able to change reality itself, with no explained origin… But we are no characters. We have seen what these things do on the comic through its entire lengths.

Jujus are plot devices meant to alter the Meta of the comic. They are not things that make sense in a true physical reality. They are artifacts that alter the rules of the plot. Because that’s what the plot is. A story. Because Homestuck is not real, and it acknowledges this.

Or at least… It was supposed to acknowledge this. Many have also claimed that the last updates were so disappointing, compared to Cascade, as Cascade managed to solve so many plot points, but this last one felt empty of everything. Plot. Character Development. That’s where Jujus and Hussie come in.

Hussie dies, in his own comic, a comic that acknowledges him as the actual AUTHOR of the events taking place. And later, we see…

Caliborn, the young version of Lord English, acknowledging Hussie’s death, as he takes the rest of Act 6 and makes it his. Through the use of the Command Prompt, through his own drawings, he begins to write his own story.

[S] Cascade had so many plot points resolved, and these last updates didn’t. Because that is the point. Ever since Act 5 ended and Act 6 started, Hussie has begun to lose control of the story. He was killed by Lord English, the big bad, who also took control of the narrative. Vriska acknowledges a narrator speaking, and forces the narrative to shift back to her opening the Juju chest out of frustration. The command prompts, John’s retcons- At this point, Hussie is no longer in control of his characters.

The Game Over timeline was bad, but it felt like it had more Character Development. That is because it was a not-retconned Timeline. The characters had struggles, the plot moved on forward, some people was possessed, it was all prime material for a conflict and a resolution afterwards! But Aranea’s intervention made it a Doomed Timeline. A Bad End. We all know how Doomed Timelines work, so everything that happens there would have been totally irrelevant. But John didn’t want to accept that. Roxy was still alive, and sad. And Terezi wanted him to fix things up. So instead of acknowledging he was in a Doomed Timeline, like Roxy did? Roxy, who saw her mother-daughter die in her arms, and claimed there might be nothing left for them. And meanwhile, John just managed to get his powers ready, zapped back in time and solved everything.

New problems arose in the new Timeline, sure, but not as many. And a lot of the character arcs were suddenly shoved back. Rose no longer struggles with alcoholism, Karkat doesn’t chase after Terezi, and becomes Matesprits with Dave after mellowing down. Gamzee, one of the biggest dangers, is shoved back by Vriska until he’s barely relevant anymore.

And all of this might just be me trying to find an explanation to the sudden loose ends not being tied. But I think, all of this, was meant to express more than Hussie rolling the story back or changing the story to fit other things. No.

We go back to Dave’s words. We’re real people, we don’t have arcs. We are real people. In a comic, where the author is a character, and that always acknowledges it’s a comic? Dave saying they’re real people is big. It was taken as a joke, because they are characters, come on! Right? … Right?

Well of course they are. But that’s the thing. Up until Act 6, all of the various characters were nothing more than that. And even during the Game Over Timeline, they were nothing more than that. But Hussie’s death, the ghosts, no longer relevant, trying to fight back against Lord English? Caliborn’s acknowledgement of a story and trying to take control of it? And finally, John’s powers.

The House Juju gave John something more important than being able to change the Timeline.

The ability to make Selfcest canon.

Wait no- That wasn’t it.

The ability to alter the plot to his own whims.

John’s zapping doesn’t follow the rules of Paradox Space. It allows him to change the timeline as he wishes and it still be the Alpha. Not only that, but he can also warp out of the story itself, sending people and things to the background of the website.

It’s when Vriska starts to try and find this Juju that everything about the narrative begins to shift gears. John now can change the plot. Which means he is not adhering to the rules that bound them all anymore. He can go back, bring people who were dead back to life, save his friends, and aid them get a better ending.

And in this new timeline he’s changed? Everyone seems a bit different. They have gone through different things, and are as confused as anyone else about what is going on. This is the moment where these characters stop being characters.

This isn’t a story about Four Kids playing a Game, getting involved in Shenanigans and trying to live a happy ever after as villains try to plot on destroying them and reality. Homestuck is the tale of the characters from a webcomic, becoming self-aware, and escaping the grasp of the author and the narrative.

I don’t know if this is what Hussie intended, and if it is, at what point he planned to start leading the story this way. I might just be crazy and be reading too much into this? But as I see it? It closes every single loophole in this story.

Doomed Timelines are meant to be nothing. They are meant to fade, and not be relevant anymore. But the ghosts are having none of this. They WANT to be relevant in this story again. They create an army, and head off to defeat the biggest threat in the entire comic.

Caliborn knows reality itself isn’t as it seems, and tries to make his own story within it. He strives to become almighty, and then begins to destroy and rend reality itself so he can make way for his own rule.

Vriska knows she’s in a story, having interacted with the very Author and the command prompt! But she is not trying to change the story- All the opposite. Vriska follows the rules of the story, closes loopholes from what she has seen, but tries to be the one who causes everything. She wants to be in the spotlight of this tale. She creates Bec Noir just because she had seen it in her screen. And knowing this is a story, she goes off of her way to find methods to defeat each of these villains, at any cost. Because in a story, once she defeats these big, powerful foes, she’ll be a heroine, and everyone will regard her so highly, she’ll be over everyone else. Just like she wants.

John? I don’t think he knows he’s in a story. But he has the power to alter it. And after he begins to mess with the timeline, the rules of Paradox Space begin to shatter around him and his friends. Time loops, Rules, Plot, why would they care about how a story goes, if it’s not a story, it’s their lives. They just want to be happy and get away from this cycle of destruction and death.

I’d even go as far as to say God Tier Calliope knows this. If her Land and her Earth were anything like Caliborn’s, she might also been in contact with the command prompt. Perhaps the fact her entire mission was a self-sacrifice to collapse the Green Sun represented how she, too, saw Paradox Space as what it was- A construct that kept these characters trapped as that. Characters. And the only way to escape its grasp was the erase its very existence, using Lord English’s destruction to tear a hole through the comic, and destroy it.

In this way, everything that happens towards the ending makes perfect sense. There are hundreds, thousands, who knows how many timelines, in which every plot hole will be closed. But we’re not following these. It would be easy to cause, say, the Condesce to wake up. Because of her immortality curse given by Lord English. Or the Draconian Dignitary get to the Frog Lily Pad. Something happens, interrupts the kids from entering to the new Session, and bam! Suddenly more plot! Their entrance to the Universe is blocked. Terezi worries about Vriska, so they begin to plot a way to help her defeat Lord English. The black hole in the Session that likely leads to Caliborn’s land becomes relevant, and they all have a trip to beat up Caliborn. Something happens to Calliope, her ring has ended up in Caliborn’s hands as well, he traps the kids, the Alphas beat him up, all loops are closed, we have a bittersweet, predictable ending. And this has happened. In many timelines before. Over, and over. Perhaps the one we’re following isn’t even the Alpha, for that very reason.

But it doesn’t matter. I talked about how the Jujus were a way to alter the plot, and let’s go back to this, and look at my theory about the Kids Souls being Trapped for all eternity in this Juju. The moment Caliborn uses this Juju, he kickstarts the entirety of the rules of Paradox Space. These kids we follow through the story, are trapped in a plot, with rules dictated by narrative that they HAVE to adhere too.

Then the ghosts decide that this is bullshit, and that they, even after death, want to still be relevant. Instigated by Vriska and Meenah, and aided by Aranea’s mind control, they manage to find a way they can alter the plot once again, a Juju. John touches this Juju, and suddenly he gains the power to alter this plot as well, and begins his and his friend’s journey to escape the clutches of Paradox Space and the comic itself.

John was trapped in the house all along. So of course, shoving his arm through it? He managed to grasp at the other side. He got a taste of what it was to be free. And he gained the power of changing the plot as a result.

Then, Vriska becomes alive again. She’s relevant, and bashes down on her ghost self. Ghost self that had at one point tried to make herself relevant, even though since she’s dead she shouldn’t be. This way, Vriska proves that, while she acknowledges the story as a story, and wants to be always present and in the middle, she never sees it as something she has to escape. She has no character development, because now, in this timeline that John has changed, she’s free to do whatever she wants, she’s her own person without a character arc, but doesn’t find the need to become said person. She doesn’t want to change, she wants to keep following the plot, and take down the big bad.

So Vriska takes the house Juju from her alternate self, goes against Lord English, beats up the Author of the comic itself as a last Fuck You, and then uses the Juju towards him. And this is when Alive Vriska makes her big mistake. By following this plot, this story, the Juju house crashes behind her…

She’s on Lord English’s side of the house. Because both of them know the comic is just that, a story. He knows about the narrative, and the author. So he kills the author, and becomes the big evil that must be defeated. Meanwhile, Vriska knows about the narrative, and the author, so she beats up the author and tries to become the heroine.

Caliborn and Vriska could very well strive to break free of Paradox Space in other ways, but instead they do what they do best- Be themselves, and fuck shit up in the process. And it’s this mentality that in the end, as the House Juju appears, tells us that both of them have been doomed. Doomed to be trapped in this Collapsing Paradox Space there’s no escape from.

Except there is an escape.

Because the door opens. It opens for the Kids and Trolls on the lily pad. And it opens for the Ghost Army and everyone else in the Bubbles. These are people that have been living aside from the story for a long time. The ones that are alive in the Session have had John change everything and the events happening after make them question Paradox Space itself. And the dead ones or the ones just stuck in the Furthest Ring? They fear being forgotten. They fear being erased by the collapsing Paradox Space, and had faced Lord English to try and become relevant once more.

Of course Condy’s curse didn’t wake her up. Of course DD didn’t appear. The moment the Juju appears, the story is done. There is no more plot. Because it’s not a story. The ones wanting to follow the plot are now seeing it crumble, seeing everything end. And the ones that wanted to become relevant against Paradox Space- Why would they need to even follow the rules? They are trying to escape them.

The Plot Holes are part of the plot in itself. John and everyone else didn’t need to fill it up. Because they are not part of the story anymore. We didn’t see their character arcs close. Because they are not characters anymore. They are not characters anymore. They don’t need to show us they have grown- Or maybe they haven’t even grown. They are always growing, learning. But now, they have escaped this evil Universe that trapped them and forced into cruel and crueler situations. They have escaped to a peaceful realm. They don’t need to keep following the story. They are happy and free to live their lives however they want.

They are finally happy.


Originally posted by jeonify

GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 

Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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FF XV React: Words of encouragment for you

Noctis: Hey, c'mon look at me and listen. You want to know a secret about the future and how not to be afraid of tommorrow? Here it is: The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. So you keep dreaming, higher and more unimaginable than anyone else!

Gladiolus: You’ve got the makings of greatness in you! But you have to take the helm and chart your own course! Stick to it! No matter the squall! There’s gonna come a day when you’ll really get to test yourself and show the world what you’re made of! And I hope I’m there, seeing the light come off of you that day.

Prompto: Now you listen to me and listen good! A winner is just a loser who never learned to give up! So you be the best loser you can be and keep going! I’ll be cheering for you in the stands even if I cheer alone!

Ignis: Everything may seem hopeless right now, but there is a law in the world that is an undeniable truth. Good and better days will, and have to come. This storm will pass as all things do, and then you will be laughing at such a thing that you once feared.

Cor: In all my years I’ve learned many truths. Some that sound too good to be true, but they are. Let me tell you that what I am about to say is true; A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.

Regis: There now, dry your eyes and lift your head up. Keep it up and may it never lower. Why you ask? Your crown might fall if you do so. A crown alight with all those brilliant ideas the world has yet to bare witness in this cold dark reality.

Cid: Take some advice from this old man, just do what you got to do to be happy. Life’s too short to be doing stuff to make other people happy. It’s real simple thinking, but too many folks don’t do it. Do whatever; sleep in a little, splurge a little, eat that treat youve been craving it dont matter what you do as long as it’s for yourself. Selfish? Maybe, but is it so selfish to take better take care of yourself?

Clarus: Walk tall and do not falter. You might think that it’s for a lost cause for you don’t see an audience, you don’t recquire one. Do it for yourself first and foremost, and if others are in awe of you wish that they can do the same for themselves.

Iris: Hey listen me! I know you might feel like a mess and that’s okay! Sleep it off or shake it off, but don’t let it stay! If it’s too much then let me carry some of that weight so you can stand tall again!

Cidney: Dont listen to the people who talk behind your back. You’re just two steps ahead of them is all! Instead of walking down other peoples paths, you go on ahead and make your own so other people can follow!

Gentiana: I know the days appear without end, a cold, dark barren wasteland. But it is in a wasteland where storms can be the strongest, and the deadliest. You are that storm. Nothing is in your way.

Lunafreya: Do not hide away your emotions. If you are sad, then cry. If you are mad, then scream. It is a reminder that you are human; and as any human you evolve. Stronger than ever before.

Ravus: Give no satisfaction to those who are attempting to destroy you. What words they speak they merely wish unto themselves, but are cowards to do so. You are no coward.

Areana: You beating yourself up? You a masochist or something? Heh, we’re our own worst enemies, but like they say; keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Even if that enemy is yourself, with each time you decide to keep going you’re beating yourself for entitely different reasons. That’s the way it should be.

Ardyn: Now, now my dear, no need to fret. You may think you’ve lost and failed at everything. But to have never tried, is never to have lived and besides - when you have nothing to lose, you have all to gain.

Nyx: Y'know, most people would have given up a long time ago. They wouldn’t have even bothered at all to keep going…So why do you? Heh, dont know? ‘Cus you got “something” to still keep you going even if you dont know what that is yet. Keep going to find out what it is, and if you can’t find the reason - then keep going for me, cus I’ll always give you one.

Libertus: Listen to me, you might say I’m just telling you this cus I 'oughta but I say it cus I really do care 'bout ya.The world would be more dark without you here. I mean it. You’re one little light out of a million, a billion out there and you might not think that you stand out or shine - but you do. Sometimes one little candle is all you need to not be afraid of the dark.

Crowe: You know when all is said and done at the end of the day, no matter how horrible it was - you’re still you but only better. It may not be by much, you might not even notice it. You survived and you learned, so that’s an accomplisment unto itself.

Drautos: I’ll tell it to you straight and simple; just do it. Whatever it is or whatever it may be, go on and try. Learn from it if you fail, keep trying if you want to. Kick ass and take names.

Luche: Head back, back straight and deep breaths. Take your own time when it comes to things, at your own pace. No one is rushing you, only yourself.

Dino: Listen 'ere kid, greatness ain’t born, it’s made. Like a diamond. Little peice of coal takes forever to be something that everyone wants. So take your sweet 'ol time and be the diamond everyone wants, and then dont! 'Cus a precious stone like you belongs to nobody!

Birthday Cake (Evan/Connor)

This is dedicated to @connorxxmurphy and her wonderful cake! This is for you! 


Evan hummed to himself as he stirred the cake batter. Soft instrumental music played in the background as the oven beeped, signifying that it was preheated.

Evan was making a cake for his boyfriend. Ever since he was little, Evan has always enjoyed baking, but now he had a reason to make a birthday cake for someone!

“How are you doing, Hon?” Heidi poked her head into the kitchen. Evan smiled warmly at her, and started to pour the batter into the pan.

“Good, Mom. It should be ready around 6, and Con and I are having a date here at 7.” He said. Heidi beamed.

“I will get out of the house by then, in that case, don’t want to ruin a special birthday date!” Heidi walked over to her son and rubbed his arms. “Do you have anything else planned for tonight?”

“Yup. Ordering pizza, and I have his favorite movie. For a gift, I got him a new hoodie, and the cake.”

“Aw, Evan, you are the sweetest boyfriend. Connor is going to love it.” Heidi gave Evan a small kiss on the cheek, one last arm squeeze, and walked out of the kitchen. Evan put the pan full of cake batter in the oven, and set the timer.

As he started to make the frosting, Evan let his thoughts travel. Connor and Evan had been dating for about five months now, every day better than the last, but this was the first birthday they had spent together. Evan wanted it to be perfect, and the one thing he knew for sure that he could make perfectly was cake. He hoped that Connor liked his new hoodie as well. Evan has been guilty of stealing a few (or more) of his boyfriend’s hoodies, but he couldn’t help it! All of his hoodies were constantly warm and smelled like Connor.

Evan finished the frosting (It was a regular green frosting with a hint of a mint taste) and set it to the side. The cake still have 10 minutes to bake, so texting Connor seemed like the most attractive idea right now.

Evan: hey connor!

Evan: how does it feel to be an old man now? youre officially 18!!

Connor: i kinda want to take a nap

Evan: con… its 5:30 in the evening, plus we have our special birthday date at 7… pls dont sleep

Connor: bah humbug

Evan: babe…. Thats christmas

Connor: what are you up to?

Evan: stuff hbu

Connor: very specific

Evan: shut up

Connor: im gonna take a shower i will text you when im on my way to your house

Evan: okie dokie!! See you soon!!

Evan put down his phone. There was a few more minutes on the cake, so Evan pulled out the rest of his supplies. He would need to wait for the cake to cool before frosting, but Evan was always impatient when it came to baking.

A mint bar, some sprinkles and more green food dye. Connor liked mint, so Evan couldn’t help but go all out for his boyfriend.

An hour later, everything was set up. The cake was frosted, and was sitting in the fridge (to hide from Connor). Evan had ordered the pizza, and it should arrive around the same time that Connor comes over. Evan’s phone buzzed.

Connor: i know im early but is it cool if i come over now

Evan: of course

Connor: see you in ten?

Evan: yes!

Almost exactly eight minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

“Coming!” Evan said, shoving the cake haphazardly into the fridge. Heidi came downstairs as Evan reached the door. He opened the door with great flourish. “Happy birthday Connor!” He shouted as his boyfriend came into view.

Connor was wearing his standard black hoodie and jeans. His hair was pulled back into a bun, and he was smiling.

“Thank you! How are you doing, babe?” Connor stepped into the house, giving Evan a quick kiss on the lips. Heidi walked in, and hugged Connor.

“Happy birthday!” Heidi said. Connor smiled. “Now, I will get out of your hair. Have fun you two!” In a flash, Heidi was gone.

“Ready to watch the movie?” Evan asked, grabbing Connor’s hand. Connor beamed at him, and let his boyfriend lead the way.

A few hours and a pizza later, Evan had decided that it was time for gifts.

“Babe, you really didn’t need to get me anythi-” Connor tried to protest as Evan ran out of the room to get his gift.

“Shush!” Evan called back, grabbing the hoodie. He didn’t bother wrapping it. “Happy birthday, Connor!” Evan wasn’t going to lie, he almost felt jealous about the look of pure joy that Connor had on his face when he saw the jacket.

“Evan!” Connor had simply exclaimed before slipping the jacket on. It was a good fit, amid the sleeves that went a little past Connor’s hands. “Thank you so much!” Evan kissed Connor before standing up again.

“I got one more thing for you,” He said before going into the kitchen. This time, Connor didn’t protest, only watched him go with wide eyes.

Evan brought out the cake with obvious pride. Connor’s jaw dropped as Evan placed the cake on the table in front of him.

“Ev…” Connor said in a breathy voice. Evan lit one of the candles that was placed in the center and sat down next to Connor.

“Happy birthday to you,” He started to sing softly. Evan was by no means a talented singer, but this was a special occasion. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Connor, happy birthday to you!” Evan kissed Connor’s cheek and rested his chin on Connor’s shoulder. “Make a wish babe.”

Connor started to lean towards the cake but instead turned to Evan and kissed him deeply. It was only when Connor pulled away that Evan realized that Connor was crying. He quickly blew out the candle and hugged Evan tightly burying his face in Evan’s shirt.

“Hey. what is wrong?” Evan asked softly, feeling panicked. Did he not like the cake? Instead of responding, Connor just shook his head. After a few moments, Connor inhaled a shuddering breath and pulled out of the hug. Evan was quick to wipe away Connor’s tears. “Is it the cake? Is it too much?”

Connor laughed a watery laugh. “No, it’s not the cake. It is just, no one has ever done this much for my birthday, like ever. It means a lot to me.” Evan smiled, and moved close to his boyfriend.

“Alway, Connor. If I could, I would get the moon for you.” At Evan’s words, Connor smiled brightly, and kissed him. “Now, let’s get some cake, okay?”

anonymous asked:

Aaah, requests are open, I am so happy, I love you guys!!! Okay, so, if it's okay, could you two write about the RFA+V+Saeran going all together to the beach? And, ah....I really love how you write Saeran (I'm that Anon from some time ago) so, if it's okay, could you write this with Saeran crushing on MC or they already dating each other (you choose)? I am really sorry if this a strange or hard request, if you dont want to do it, you can write an idea of your own, I just love your writing a lot!

Thank you so much! We actually LOVED writing this. This was really sweet:) We left out V, just because…well, spoilers;) Those who’ve been through the secret ends know, but we hope you don’t mind too much! Enjoy this one:) 

  • Saeyoung and Yoosung had spontaneously started planning a beach day in a chatroom
  • While it was out of the blue, everyone else seemed to think it was a good idea
  • So they found a weekend they were all free
  • Saeran was against it nearly the entire time, but eventually caved in after Saeyoung’s *cough* persuasive argument
  • “I told you, I don’t want to go!” 
  • “But, Saeran, MC is coming.”
  • “….Ugh, I guess it won’t be that bad.”
  • On the day itself, your car happens to be in the shop, so you ask for a ride
  • Saeyoung is all too happy to oblige
  • When he pulls up to your driveway, he tells Saeran to sit in the back
  • “Why? The shotgun is free.”
  • “Just go!” 
  • “But MC said she wanted to sit in the back–”
  • “My car, my rules!”
  • “Well, your rules are stupid.”
  • Saeran finds out why soon after…
  • Saeyoung seems to miss every single turn or gets lost often, resulting in super sharp U-turns that send you and Saeran flying into each other’s arms on a constant basis real subtle, Saeyoung
  • Thanks to Jumin, the area you guys settle into isn’t crowded at all
  • Everyone is too excited to get into the water, but Saeran isn’t too enthusiastic
  • He stays behind and offers to set up the blankets and umbrellas, and you linger behind to help him
  • He’s having such a hard time and he keeps complaining to you
  • “Ugh! I hate the sand. So much.”
  • “Settle down there, Anakin,” you laugh ;););)
  • He loosens up and actually starts enjoying the conversation with you
  • Until Yoosung comes over and dumps a bucket of water on him…with sand on the bottom
  • With the glare Saeran gives him, Yoosung is trembling
  • “I did it for the Honey Buddha Chips!” meanwhile Saeyoung is laughing on the sidelines
  • Saeran doesn’t care if it was a bet, he chases the terrified Yoosung all around the beach and straight into the water
  • You follow along–it was too good not to watch
  • Zen and Jaehee excuse themselves to check out the boardwalk and get drinks for everyone
  • They have some bonding time taking selfies and talking about Zen’s new projects and Jaehee’s work
  • Jaehee starts fangirling a little when Zen’s hair starts waving because of the sea salt
  • Zen would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention
  • Meanwhile, Saeyoung is attempting to build an epic sandcastle, but he keeps failing cuz his plans keep getting washed away by the water
  • Jumin is watching and gets really frustrated
  • He draws an elaborate blueprint and joins Saeyoung
  • With Saeyoung’s building skills and Jumin’s delegation and good ideas, they start building literally the most epic sandcastle ever also they actually bond instead of fighting over Elizabeth the 3rd
  • Yoosung is watching in awe on the side
  • Finally he comes up and asks if he could help
  • Jumin flat out says no
  • Saeyoung doesn’t refuse though
  • “Yoosung! Your body is the perfect size for a moat. Just lay down here, and I’ll use you as a mold.” 
  • Gullible Yoosung goes along with it and Saeyoung piles sand on top of him
  • “Oh, you know what, let me ask Jumin something real quick!” he says and walks away
  • He doesn’t come back and poor Yoosung is just calling for someone to free him from the heavy sand
  • Zen comes by a little later
  • “Hyung! Thank goodness! Can you help me?”
  • Zen kneels down and starts drawing abs on him, snickering, “See what you could look like if you worked out like me?”
  • Yoosung doesn’t get free until you come along and wash him off…after a few pics of course
  •  Both Jaehee and Saeran start to  get sunburn, so they’re sitting under these huge umbrellas wrapped in towels and soaked in sunscreen
  • You feel bad for Saeran sitting there pouting so you ask if he wants to get ice cream with you on the boardwalk
  • Zen perks up too,“Oh! Can I come?”
  • Saeran jumps to his feet and grabs your wrist, “No. MC let’s go.”
  • The walk there is ten times longer than it needed to be, but neither of you are complaining
  • At first, he’s not really saying much, but he keeps running his hand through his hair and clearing his throat
  • He finally opens up a little when you actually get the ice cream and walk along the boardwalk
  • He even starts getting playful, taking a small bite from your ice cream or chasing you around when you smear some on his cheek
  • You’ve never seen him laugh so much
  • He finds out he’s pretty good at those arcade games, so he keeps playing them
  • He wins you several stuffed animals, and you two even have some matching ones
  • The sun is setting by the time you get back to the others
  • You all just sit around, mostly in silence and eating
  • While everyone is packing up, you and Saeran sneak away to get one last walk on the beach together
  • He even got the courage to hold your hand for a little
  • It was one of the nicest days you’ve ever had 

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Modern Animorphs AU (part 2)

@jollysunflora : The second half of my complete list of modern AU Animorphs headcanons, approximately one per book.  

28. “Ax,” Marco says, “How come you can roll out ‘venti dulce de leche dark-chocolate frappuchino extra whip’ without batting an eye, but you giggle every time you have to say the word ‘soy’?”

  • “It has so many vowel—owl?—sounds, in so little space,” Ax says.  “That long sssssssssss, so pleasant on the tongue, but then that odd oooyyy ooy-yah?  All in the back of the mouth.  Very strange.  Sssoooy.  Ssususs-oooyaaa.”
  • “Also, he’s moved on from the frappuchinos,” Tobias adds.  “Now he keeps spending all our hard-stolen bitcoins on espresso mack… mach…”
  • “Espresso macchiato con panna,” Ax explains.  “Doppio.”

29. Cassie feels herself sweating as she props the laptop across the room from her, tools laid out and Ax unconscious on the table.  She never expected to find a YouTube video on how to perform brain surgery—and to be honest, it’s actually about “how neurosurgeons perform an orbitozygomatic craniotomy,” not intended to be a how-to manual—but it’s the best she can do under the circumstances, and so she’ll follow along for now.  

MM3.  “That’s the kind of strong leadership we need.”  Jake gestures to the full-color television (this year’s latest model) where a program of their current leader plays on a loop.  “Keeping the wrong kind of people out of this country, saving America for the right kind of Americans.”

  • “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Rachel says.  She and Tobias and Jake are the only three Animorphs, except when Melissa joins them sometimes, and listening to their “Supreme Leader” blather on gets old sometimes.  “All I want to know is whether it’s true that within a few years people will really have phones that plug into their cars.  That’d be cool.”
  • Tobias rubs his eyes against the silk of his wing feathers.  They itch constantly, since he doesn’t have a gas mask to wear every time he goes out into the pollution-opaque air outside the way that his human friends do.  Jake and Rachel take bets sometimes, idly, brutally, about whether he’s the last raptor left on the face of the planet.
  • “Magnificent!”  Drode appears in their midst, and both the Berensons immediately point guns at his head.

30. Marco is lying on his bed the day after watching Eva fall, staring at a patch of wall above his dresser, when he registers that his phone has been buzzing for a while now.  It goes off so many times he assumes he has to be getting a call, but when he checks his notifications he just discovers he’s gotten seventeen text messages in the last hour.  

  • The first is from “Smurfette,” and says “Did you know that there is a type of food that involves baking a cinnamon bun inside of a donut?  We must secure as many of these as it is possible for a human to consume, as soon as possible!”
  • The next one, from “Hawkgirl,” reads: “found out recently that apparently ax still thinks you invented flea powder.  i told him that if youd invented flea powder wed all be a lot richer right now.”
  • “Team Dad” (not to be confused with “Real Dad,” which is how Marco lists Peter) sent along several invitations to team missions on League of Legends this afternoon, along with a threat to have Cassie play Marco’s avatar if Marco doesn’t join in.  “we both know that by the time you get back you’ll have only healing attacks and she’ll have trained it to apologize automatically for stabbing people,” Jake adds.
  • One of the many texts from “Julia Butterfly Hill” suggests that Jake has underestimated Cassie’s diabolical streak, because it’s a screenshot of a clone of his account which has had its name changed to HarambeWasFramed.
  • The real surprise, however, is the single text from “Xena: Warrior Princess.”  It’s a link to an article about a disaster in the local national park and the efforts to clean up the wreckage of an as-yet-unidentified craft which went down in the canyon.  Marco has to read it a few times to understand the point she’s making, because it’s all about what’s not there: the article makes no mention of any human bodies being found among the wreckage.  
  • Marco gets halfway through typing a reply to them all which informs them in no uncertain terms that he sees through their transparent attempts to cheer him up and doesn’t appreciate it, but he deletes without sending.  He can practically hear his mom’s voice saying it: he can focus on the fact that he’s still surrounded by people who love him, or he can focus on the negative side of everything.  And being constantly negative is no way to live.  

31. “Sharing this again, because its been 3 months,” Jake’s cousin Brooke posts on Facebook.  “Anyone who has any news at all about Saddler, no matter what it is, PLEASE contact my family.  Big brother, I dont know if youre still out there, but I miss you.  I miss you like crazy.”

  • Jake turns up his Spotify’s Offspring channel a little louder to drown out the sounds of Tom and his dad shouting at each other downstairs.  His eyes flinch past Brooke’s post, but they can’t move fast enough to prevent the thought that flashes across the surface of his mind: Is this going to be me a year from now?

32. Tobias texts Rachel and Jake an article from Audubon.Org, where several birdwatchers are going into ecstasies of scientific fascination at the bald eagle and peregrine falcon seen flying in close formation in a cell-phone video taken near a highway overpass downtown.  His only comment is, “Told you so.”

33.  In the aftermath, Rachel does a Google search: “PTSD treatment symptoms outcomes.”  She reads through the WebMD site, the NIMH page, the Wikipedia link to a DSM-5 entry.  She thinks of Tobias’s withdrawn silences, his antipathy toward so much they used to enjoy, but she thinks of other things as well.  How exhausted Jake seems any time they’re not on-mission.  How badly Cassie flinches when the school bell rings and doors slam.  How Ax seems to be gradually losing interest in the things—cooking shows, new condiments, human history trivia, These Messages—that once drew his fascination.  How last week Marco flicked an ant off the back of his hand and then went white like he’d just kicked a puppy.  How good it had felt when she’d hurt David, spreading the pain around, giving it back.

  • She catches an Uber to the clinic downtown, filling out forms in the waiting room based on the checklist written on her phone for “how to get tobias an ssri”: Yes, she often feels tense and worried.  Yes, her heart often races for no reason.  No, she hasn’t thought of ending her life.  No, she doesn’t feel out of control when she eats.  
  • She gets as far as developing a cover story—it’s about how she’s never felt the same since her parents’ divorce—but in the hallway to the office she panics and calls Cassie.  “Am I doing the right thing?” she asks, after she’s explained.
  • Cassie is silent for a long time, never a good sign.  “I’m not sure an SSRI would work on a bird,” she says at last, “and that’s even if we could figure out a dose that would work without killing him.  I know you want to help, and I think you should, but…”
  • Rachel hears what she’s not saying: but what if her mom asks too many questions?  But is this risk really worth it?  But what if the psychiatrist (the receptionist, the pharmacist) is a controller?  But isn’t it them, and only them, against the world, and isn’t that just how it has to be?
  • “The war won’t last forever,” Cassie says weakly, and Rachel hates her a little for it.  “When it’s over, when we get to tell everyone what’s happening…”
  • Rachel hangs up.  She goes home, morphs, and flies out to the woods.  
  • «You know I love you, right?» she asks Tobias later that evening.
  • «Of course I do.»  He sounds exhausted.  She’s never felt more helpless in her life.

34. The Yeerk Peace Movement, as it comes out, has a Twitter feed.  It is rather painfully obvious that it has been set up and run entirely by aliens who are doing their very best to communicate with humans, and not quite succeeding. Most of the posts are couplets, for some reason that none of the Animorphs can fathom.  

  • “Want to be On Fleek? When you see someone’s rights threatened, speak!”
  • “Don’t be a Belieber anymore - end slavery and even the score.”
  • “#tbt: Remember when we were symbiotes?  Give taxxon freedom your sympathy votes!”
  • “Nickelback is super lame, and keeping involuntary hosts is just the same.”
  • “Respect your host’s rights today, and make your human into your bae!”

35. It’s Marco who comes up with the idea for how to take down William Roger Tennant.  This is a guy, after all, whose cockatiels have their own Instagram account: he runs his fame on the internet.  

  • “It’s simple,” Marco explains. “We start a hashtag—#notsonicetennant—and we make it go viral.  All we have to do is film this guy everywhere he goes, and eventually the yeerk will slip up.”
  • It proves not to be simple after all.  Their gif of Tennant twitching madly mid-EPA speech gets overshadowed by the news story about One Direction nearly getting poisoned with spiders at the same banquet. Ax does not understand the concept of hashtag, and keeps adding #notsonicetennant to his retweets of what Marco calls “food porn.” They train one of Tobias’s repurposed GoPros to follow poodle-Marco, but that becomes a meme mocking the world’s most obnoxious stray dog rather than Tennant himself.
  • The plan finally, finally comes off when they pull out all the stops and just confront him in morph.  The smartphones that Rachel rigged up in the surrounding buildings don’t pick up the thought speak, but the audio of Tennant screaming at the aliens to leave him alone comes through just fine.
  • When the scandal breaks, the internet (in truly predictable fashion) drops #notsonicetennant and starts using #tennantgate instead.  
  • Ax reposts an old photo of Tennant eating a quinoa salad—zoomed in on the salad—and tags it #tennantgate.  All of his teammates assure him they appreciate the attempt.

36. “All right, that’s just weird,” Marco says, looking at the final entry in the underwater creepshow they’ve been walking through for the past hour.  “All the other ships have been getting more modern as we’ve gone, but this one?  Looks like it was made in the sixties, at the latest.”

  • «The world’s creepiest museum curators are getting sloppy with the placement of bodies as well,» Tobias points out.  «There’s no way that many people could fit on a boat that small.  They’re practically falling over the sides.»
  • Jake and Cassie look at each other, seeing the same realization reflected in each other’s eyes.  Neither one of them wants to say it out loud.
  • Jake becomes the one to bite the bullet.  “Don’t you get it?”  He points to the ragged clothes, the emaciated bodies, the modern smartphone tucked in among the antiquated radio equipment.  “They were refugees.”

37. Rachel shuts the window on the library computer as soon as she hears someone walk into the room, but she can tell she was too late by the look on Jake’s face when she turns around.  

  • “Roy Ludvig, huh?” Jake says.  “Heck of a name.”
  • “He was at the T.V. studio when we attacked.”  Rachel looks down, picking at her nail polish.  “No civilians were supposed to be in danger.”
  • Jake’s expression softens, as much as it ever does.  “And now you’re scrolling through his Facebook, looking for something that’ll let you sleep at night.”  
  • “He’s got a grandson,” Rachel blurts.  “Jordan’s age.  He…”  She shrugs.  He’s dead, and it’s more or less her fault.
  • “Shouldn’t be looking on Facebook.”  Jake sets his phone on the library table next to her, taps the screen to bring up an official-looking report.  “You should be, say, borrowing my dad’s computer.  Sending an email from his account to ask for the guy’s medical records.  If you had, you’d know that Mr. Roy Ludvig had a heart condition.  That he had maybe a year to live, at most, and doctors said he might die at any old time.”
  • Rachel looks down at the report for a long time, and eventually looks up at Jake.  “Doesn’t make it okay, what I did,” she says.  “He’s still dead.”
  • Jake shrugs.  “You don’t have to forget it ever happened, but you do have to live with it.  Live, and fight another day.”

38. In the aftermath of Estrid’s visit, Tobias is flying over the boardwalk when he sees a henna artist who clearly smokes way too much pot to be a Yeerk. He gets Ax, they morph human, and both get henna tattoos of Elfangor’s name. (Ax had previously expressed an admiration for the human tradition of commemorating a lost loved one by making markings on one’s body.) They know the tats will disappear when they demorph, but they’re both glad they did it. The artist asks how long they’ve been together, and Tobias says in a scandalized voice, “he’s my UNCLE!” Thus, Tobias succeeds in both of his goals: making Ax laugh, and reminding him he has family here on Earth. Honestly, the reminder doesn’t hurt Tobias either.

39. “You know, not all squirrels are like that,” Marco is fond of saying after a morph goes wrong.  “Not all termites are horrifying worker drones.”  Sometimes it’s, “You know, some of my best friends are fleas.”

  • It’s Cassie, however, who gets the last laugh out of that one.  «You know, Marco,» she says as they swim away from the wreckage of the helicopter, «Not all ants are like that, right?  I shouldn’t say that all ants are killers, right?»
  • Marco stares at her in silence while the others snicker, watching him war between the two impulses: to keep the joke going forever, and to express his honest hatred of ants.  
  • «Come on.»  And now Rachel has joined in on the teasing.  «You’re just going to let that kind of besmirching of the ant community stand?»  
  • «Okay, okay!»  Marco gives in.  «Ants suck.  Yes, all ants!»

40. “Our experts have examined the video extensively, and near as we can conclude, this footage is genuine and unedited,” the newscaster says.  “Given how viral this video has proven to be, with over two million views since it was posted to YouTube on Wednesday, everyone wants to know: is this footage proof that aliens exist?  Is this a publicity stunt for the upcoming Fantastic Beasts sequel?  Or, as one YouTube commenter asks, did a Smurf just have sex with a centaur?”

  • «Potential new ally?» Tobias suggests.  He’s already tapping out a search for the original video in his modified tablet.
  • Ax laughs.  «Of course not.  He’s crippled.  A vecol.  Useless.  We must respect the privacy of his isolation.»
  • “You know what?  Fuck that,” Marco snaps.  He shoves to his feet, posture tight with anger.  “Just… Fuck that,” he tells Ax.  “I have ADHD.  Attention Deficit whateverthefuck.  I take a pill every morning to help me function because my brain isn’t good enough to filter stimuli all by itself.  I got a fucking 135 on the world’s most boring IQ test and I’m still failing half my classes.  I’m a vecol.  You think I’m useless, huh?  You gonna start refusing to talk to me because of some bullshit about ‘respecting’ my ‘privacy’?  Huh?”
  • «That’s different,» Ax says.  «You’re not…»  He doesn’t seem to know how to finish that sentence.  
  • «If he’s an exception, I hope I am too,» Tobias says more gently.  «I got screened for anxiety disorders as a kid, and I guess we’ll never know if I qualify or not, ‘cause my aunt decided that doctors cost money and if the test said I needed one then she didn’t want to know about it.»
  • Ax doesn’t answer for a long time.  He doesn’t seem to know where to look.  
  • «Let’s go tell the others what we found.»  Tobias taps a button to send the video to himself.  «We can talk more about this later.»

MM4. Tobias flinches when his phone makes the small ping sound that means he has an alert.  The new kid is the easy target in every school on the planet.  He wonders what it’ll be this time: another Facebook post where the semi-anonymous account Toby IsALoser tags him in another meme about how he has to pay people for sex because the sight of his body would make any normal girl run away screaming, another unnamed Instagram ping telling him he should kill himself so that no one has to look at his stupid fat face anymore, another Snapchat image of a puddle of vomit with the caption “me when I think of you,” an email with the most disgusting gif anyone could find after a quick search…

  • It’s not, though.  It’s an invite to join a private Facebook group, called The Sharing, with several hundred local members.  Most of the names Tobias recognizes are cool older kids from the high school.  Intrigued, willing to trust for the moment that this isn’t some ridiculously elaborate prank, Tobias clicks “join.”  

41. Jake looks around at the enormous open field, concrete pitted with openings and low hovels of corrugated steel and rebar.  He can see for nearly half a mile in every direction before the smog makes it impossible, and the tallest things around are the hunched hork-bajir.  “Where are we?” he asks.

  • Cassie frowns.  “This?  Jake, this is downtown Manhattan.”
  • He gapes at her.  “What happened to it?”
  • “Tall buildings are targets for drone strikes,” she says casually, turning away.  “The only way to be safe was to go underground.”

42. Marco doesn’t bother going to the house of the guy who photographed them, nor does he try to catch the kid before he uploads the video anywhere.  Instead he waits for the image to appear on YouTube, then becomes the first commenter.  “Sweet manip!” he says.  “Is that Photoshop, or can you do that in free programs like Gimp?”

43.  “EarthIsOurs-dot-tumblr-dot-com?” Marco says incredulously.  “What does Taylor do there, post pictures of her pet taxxon?  Reblog plans for planetary domination?”

  • «Judging from her archive history, she’s had this blog for many years,» Ax says.  «She recently changed the domain name, but some of the content on here is from as early as 2008.»
  • Jake and Marco get caught up in debating with Cassie about what exactly to send to her, but Tobias just scrolls quietly through Taylor’s old posts.  She didn’t lie about being beautiful, he realizes, or about being popular.  There’s a long blank period in her tumblr account in mid-2014.  And then she posted one selfie—just one—after the fire.  
  • He can’t bring himself to read the names that the trolls call her, or the discussions about how much money they’d have to be paid to have sex with her.  But there’s no overlooking the suggestions that she kill herself.  The posts are too numerous, too vitriolic.  
  • “Every chick ever to wander onto the internet has gotten that crap,” Rachel says; clearly she’s been reading over his shoulder.  “She should’ve developed thick skin, not joined the Sharing.”
  • Tobias thinks of the Facebook page made at his old school just to discuss the fact that he’s a chubby zit-face, of the posts which eventually overwhelmed his Instagram with death threats.  «Yeah, I guess,» he says.

44.  It takes a long time for Cassie to get home from Australia, but at least they’re not too worried for most of that time; she texts them her location and a brief description of the insanity that landed her in the Outback as soon as she gets in contact with Yami’s family.

45.  “None of this makes any sense,” Peter says.  “I’m hallucinating, or you’re delusional, or else—”

  • Marco sets his phone in Peter’s lap. “Check the timestamp, Dad.  I took that six months ago.”
  • Peter stares at the phone for a long minute, and then slowly looks up at Marco.  At a clear loss for words, he tilts his head back toward the screen.
  • “I know.”  Marco laughs, the sound wet with tears.  “That blond wig looks terrible on her.  But it’s really her, Dad.  I swear.”

46. “So they’re going to get the U.S. embroiled in another war,” Marco says.  “And this one with a country that can actually fight back.”

  • «Seems like,» Tobias says.  «Only why bother with all the secrecy and political wrangling?  Why not just send a couple mean tweets to Donald Trump and Kim Jong-Un?  That’d probably do the job just as well.»
  • “No, it wouldn’t.”  Jake runs a hand through his hair, looking around at them all.  “The yeerks need a total war.  Everything the U.S. and its allies can pull out, against everything China and its allies can muster.  Our military has gotten too used to sending drones to fight its wars, to ‘tactical strikes’ against insurgents.  If the yeerks want half the species annihilated, they have to do a lot more than poke a couple of egos.”

47. “News flash,” Marco says.  “Your average suburbanite ain’t gonna accept a seven-foot-tall alien for a neighbor.  You know the number of times my mom’s been asked for proof of citizenship before she was allowed to vote or cash a paycheck or buy a car?  How many times she’s been pulled over by cops while driving the speed limit with her seatbelt on?  And she’s a regular old human being.  Toby’s right—the hork-bajir have a whole other fight coming if we ever win the war.”  

48. Rachel feels the blood drain from her face when she opens the Facebook message and sees the name attached.  David’s Facebook account has been defunct for almost two years now; there’s no one left who would want or even be able to access it from the outside.  Should be no one.

  • Miss me? the message from David’s account says.
  • Who are you? she types with shaking fingers.  What do you want?
  • I know what you did.  I’m coming for you.  I’ve got friends all over the place and they’ll find you.  They’ll kill you.  Amazing the allies you can get, when you know where the bodies are kept.  On the internet, no one knows you’re a—
  • Rachel hits “block.”  She tells herself that the screaming nightmares she has all that night and into the next are the product of having a stressful life, she’s an Animorph for pete’s sake.
  • She doesn’t stop shuddering every time she gets a message for the next two weeks, but she never hears from whoever (It wasn’t David. It couldn’t have been.) it was ever again.

49.  They stagger away from yet another hopeless fight, all of them injured, half of them missing limbs or bleeding to death.  Dragging their damaged bodies behind the first dumpster they find, they demorph, remorph, and force their minds to focus long enough for the long flight home.  It’s only when Rachel is in owl morph, staring around the dimly lit alleyway, that she sees the security camera pointed directly at their location.  

  • «They must not check it that often,» Marco says without much hope.  «Or else they’d be out here already to come looking for us.»
  • «Doesn’t matter,» Tobias says harshly.  «It had a perfectly clear view of all your human faces.  And that building is owned by the yeerks.»
  • They all stare at each other in dull shock as the realization sinks in.  They always knew this moment was coming—they could only be so careful for so long—and yet, on some level each of them hoped it never would.  
  • «Take one more night to be with your families,» Jake says at last.  «We evacuate everyone in the morning.»
  • Jake loses his phone, again, somewhere amidst all the chaos.  This time around he doesn’t bother to replace it.  It’s not like his mom is going to be wondering where he is, not anymore.  

50.  “So,” Jake says, “this is going to sound crazy, but—”

  • “Aliens are invading the planet, and you’re the only kid terrorist who can stop them?” James suggests.  “We do have wifi up here, you know.  You’re Jake Berenson, right?  You’re all over the conspiracy theorists’ forums right now.”
  • “Um.”  Jake runs a hand through his hair, starts again.  “Yeah, pretty much.”
  • James nods.  “In that case, you’ve got thirty seconds to convince me your story’s not a load of crap before I call security.”  

51. Ax secures their wifi in something a billion times better-hidden than Tor.  With that reassurance, they all end up starting blogs.

  • Marco’s is a rambling string of wry comments about everything from the invasion to his parents’ science projects.  Sample post: “Insider source (aka my mom): Visser Three has morphed human and eaten AN ENTIRE BAG OF MARSHMALLOWS in one sitting, ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION.  Pass it on!”
  • Jake’s is the place that people go to find out how they can help, and to get his reassurance that the help means something.  Sample post: “As Barack Obama says, ‘We the people recognize that we have responsibilities as well as rights; that our destinies are bound together; that a freedom without a commitment to others is unworthy of our founding ideals, and those who died in their defense.’  This fight will never be over just as long as we keep supporting each other.  I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you all for the KickStarter donations.”
  • Rachel’s has beauty tips for the American girl on the run, light and self-deprecating enough that you often don’t notice the undercurrent of desperation.  Sample post: “If you want to be able to look at yourself in the mirror, try fixing your hair using reflective surfaces such as pots, ponds, or pieces of Bug fighter wreckage.  Alternately, just say ‘fuck it’ and never look at yourself again.”
  • Cassie’s tells people how to stay safe, and how to keep their environments safe as well.  Sample post: “Everyone please remember, it’s important to stock enough food and water for family pets as well as humans when retreating to an apocalypse bunker!”
  • Tobias’s has a lot of good-natured grumbling about everyday life in the valley.  Sample post: “In other news, my girlfriend’s mom is currently arguing with the smartest being on the face of the planet about where to put the new latrine facilities.  Sorry Naomi, but my money’s on Toby.”
  • Ax’s has a lot of food reviews, of course, but again there’s that undercurrent of desperation, almost like he’s trying to convince someone else (or maybe even himself) that humans are worth saving.  Sample post: “Marco assures me that there are no less than 23 distinct flavors contained within every sip of Dr. Pepper.  Just think of the years of experimentation and innovation it must have required to produce a drink which can inspire 23 different reactions from human taste buds, all at the same time.  Truly inspired genius.”

52. They run drills upon drills for what to do in case of a drone strike.  Using any morphs they have that can dig or build—mole, taxxon, elephant, beaver—the Animorphs create an extensive network of tunnels and shelters, posting guards at all times to keep their eyes on the sky.  The hork-bajir valley doesn’t show up on satellite imagery, which they only know thanks to Peter’s definitely-illegal fact-gathering missions on the darkweb, but they don’t know for sure whether an overhead camera would be subject to the same strange perceptual distortions they all experience when flying there as birds.  They nearly lose their precious secrecy when Naomi sends several emails from her work account, claiming she’s being held hostage and asking anyone who will listen to come rescue her.  Eva generates a hasty follow-up from the same account asking people to ignore “the prank that I now realize was in poor taste,” but none of them are sure it worked for the next several days.  

53. Rachel makes one last post on her nearly-extinct Instagram account.  This time the scrap of paper she uses appears to be torn from the back of a food label, but the penciled script is as intricate as ever.  It reads “Who wants to live forever? —Freddie Mercury, 1986”  

54. After it’s all over, Tobias retreats, he hides, but he keeps a thread of communication open.  Cassie shoots him an email with the subject line “Hawk patient with intermittent aggression and lethargy—any idea what could be causing it?”  Marco sends him idiotic memes that now feature the Animorphs’ names and faces.  Ax asks for constant updates on the new wing of Taco Bell being built downtown, and repays the favor by leaking confidential information about the search for the Blade ship.

  • And then he gets one of the stranger emails he’s ever received.  It’s an offer of a full legacy scholarship to Harvard University (which has just found the means to explain some inconsistencies in the records of one “Alan Fangor,” who graduated in the ‘80s) in exchange for Tobias teaching one class per semester on any subject of his choice.  He agrees, with the stipulation that all his classes be online.
  • The resultant course (Ornithology 442: An Insider’s Perspective) is like nothing the students who participate have ever seen before.  Tobias will write out rambling treatises on Why Blue Jays Suck or All the Ways Hawks Are Superior to Eagles with a thought-speak-to-text recorder.  He’ll deliver online lectures from a shaky webcam pointed into a nonspecific tree, occasionally wandering off for hours at a time to go hunting.  Students who ask him personal questions about Rachel get regurgitated mouse skeletons Fed-Exed to their campus mailboxes.  Essays that don’t demonstrate much effort get feedback such as “even I can tell this sucks and I have a seventh-grade education” or “my grandmother could make better sentences than this AND SHE’S AN ANDALITE WHO DOESN’T SPEAK ENGLISH.”  Assignments include “find one bird fact in a textbook and explain why it’s a load of crap” or “go film a Boston pigeon until it does something interesting, I dare you.”
  • Nevertheless, enrollment is so popular that Harvard has a three-year waiting list and charges students an extra $500 just to sign up.  When Tobias finds out about the extra fee, he promptly video-calls the Intrepid, gives Ax remote access to his computer, and explains why he needs Ax to convert the course illegally to a MOOC.  Harvard University fires him for breach of contract; Yale hires him on that very same afternoon.  

part 1 here 

Dearly Beloved

Originally posted by frosya

Read the first here! ~

You awoke that morning to a beautiful spring day, the sun peaked through soft clouds as they rolled lazily in the sky of gentle blue. You could see the wind shake the leaves of the trees and the golden ends of the barley field next to your home.

“The flowers look wonderful this spring, Miss Fontaine,” You complimented the elderly florist as you examined her daffodils. “And what a lovely shade of yellow.”

“Thank you, dear.” She beamed proudly as you took two and placed them in your basket.

“And how are the lilies?” You asked as she reached under the counter for some shears to cut the stems of her fresh roses.

“Oh just fine, though I still think they’ll need a week or two to fully bloom,” Miss Fontaine saw the minor look of disappointment in your face before laughing softly. “You’ll be the first to hear when they’re ready.”

You smiled at her generosity. “Thank you, have you tried-”

Your words were caught off as the front door of the florist shop opened, a little bell chiming as it did. You whirled around to find a completely out of breath Lefou with his hands on his knees as he huffed the breath back into his lungs.

“Lefou? Are you alright?” You asked as you gingerly placed your hand on his shoulder.

He stood up straight and tall, turning to you as he heaved one final sigh. “Gaston…Gaston is looking for you.”

“Is he drunk again already?” You asked with a clear and sharp agitation to your voice before you placed your flower basket on the counter. “For goodness sake Lefou, it’s barely the afternoon?”

Lefou laughed but it was cut short by a cough as his lungs couldn’t take the strain. “No not-hing like that, I assure, Is there somewhere I can sit?” He asked while simultaneously falling backwords onto the bench by the window, though you still made sure he didn’t harm himself on the way down.

Patiently, you waited for the poor man to catch his breath before he spoke again. “But, Gaston still wishes to speak with you,” He said clearly. “Said it’s urgent.”

You sighed before setting your basket in front of Miss Fontaine. “Would you mind if I left these here? I shouldn’t be too long.”

The old woman giggled and waved her hand. “Don’t you worry about a thing dear.” She then gave you a mischievous wink which only left you perplexed.

Your eyes found there way back to Lefou who, regardless of his disposition only moments ago, was practically beaming.

“Is there something I’m missing?” You asked, turning your gaze between the two of them.

They both shook their heads and Miss Fontaine ushered you both out of the shop. “Everything will still be here when you return, don’t hurry.” She said with that girlish giggle again.

“Will you come?” Lefou asked as he placed his hat back upon his head.

“I dont really have a choice it seems,” You said as you brushed out the skirts of your dress and fixed your hair. “Lead the way.”

You and Lefou had become dear friends in the time you had known each other, so throughout the walk you made simple small talk about how nice the weather was or how lovely Villeneuve looked during Springtime.

Just as you rounded the corner to Gaston’s home, you grabbed Lefou’s arm to pull him back. “Be honest, what aren’t you telling me.”

Lefou laughed awkwardly and shrugged. “I have no idea what you mean!” He then saw the unwavering look upon your face and he sighed in defeat. “It isn’t my place to tell you, I made a promise.”

You smiled at him regardless. “I understand, thank you for escorting me here.”

He tipped his hat. “Good luck, Miss (Y/n).”

Lefou quickly made his exit before you could question him on his words, and with that you walked up to the door and raised on the brass knocker before dropping it against the dark wooden door.

Almost instantly it swung open and you were pulled into two very strong arms that whirled you around once you were inside.

“(Y/n)! It’s a lovely day isn’t?” Gaston said in a rather uncharacteristically cheerful voice, and when he set you back on the ground you looked up to his bright smile.

“You’ve certainly sobered up, last night you could barely keep your eyes focused on the same place.” You teased him as you closed the door behind you.

“Well of course I did, I had you taking care of me didn’t I?” He asked you as he lead further into his home setting you on the sofa before he held out his hands. “Here, close your eyes.”

“What for?”

“A surprise.”

You did as told, holding your hands over your eyes so you couldn’t see him.

“One moment…,” Gaston said and you heard retreating footsteps and a few rustling noises before you heard him return in front of you. “Okay, you can open them.”

You opened your eyes to see a full bouquet of perfectly bloomed white lilies held in his hand.

“Oh my.” You said with a broad smile on your face as you took thek from him. “There absolutely wonderful, where did you get them? Miss Fontaine said her lillies weren’t bloomed yet.”

Gaston pulled one of his chair from the dining table so he could sit with you. “I bought them from her and asked her if she’s keep it a secret, I knew they were your favorite.”

You gently set them down in your lap as you noticed the yellow ribbon holding the stems together. “Thank you, Gaston. It was very kind of you to think of me.

Gaston smiled, “Of course, the lilies aren’t the real reason why I asked to see you.” He said, though his voice was little more quiet and he had moved closer to you.

You looked up from the flowers to meet his eyes with a smile before looking back down at them. “Go on.”

“Well in light of our conversation from last night, there was a question I’d wanted to ask since you left.” Gaston took both of your hands in his and your gazes met each other and you nodded for him to continue. “I’d like to ask you if you’d like to marry me?”

You were completely taken back by the question it seemed to have knocked the air out of you. You’d never think the random conversations you two had after a night were he particularly had too much ale or wine would ever lead to this scenario.

Gaston saw the expression on your face and he couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I understand if this a bit too foward, considering we’ve never formally courted one another,” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small red box, placing it in your hands. “And I have every intention of properly courting you and asking for your family’s good graces, but I want you to hold on to this until that happens.”

You took the box in both of your hands, staring at with wide eyes before they met his again. “I don’t…”

“You may open it if you’d like. I promise all of the evil in the world won’t sprout from the top the moment you lift the lid.” He said, making you both laugh and easing the tension.

Curiosity got the better of you and slowly you opened this box, smiling whenever you saw the ring sitting in the pool of dark velvet. It was a similar shape and style the engagement your mother always wore, and one you always admired.

“I spoke to your brother whenever chosing it.” Gaston said as he looked down at it with you. “You don’t need to accept or reject me anytime soon, I’m more than willing to wait.”

His hands enclosed around yours and he closed the box. “I shall wait regardless of your answer.”

You opened your mouth before closing it and shaking your head at how silly you were being. “I think…,” You said looking up at him with a genuine smile. “Should the time come, I would like to marry you,” You said, watching the light encase in his eyes and his smile grow. “Very much so.”

Gaston leaned foward, careful not to crush your flowers, and kissed your forehead tenderly. “Then that is very good news indeed.”

anonymous asked:

if jk and jm really were dating, could u give us ur opinion on how/when u think they romantically started getting involved?? I never really here people talking about their friendship before and the lead up

If jikook are really dating (key word: if!!), I have a few theories about them and when or how they got together. I think it’s one of those things I imagine a lot because of how much I ship them. But I’ll share my most realistic theories (once again stressing this post is for fun, not saying jikook are actually real). This is really long (it also took me hours bc tumblr crashed 2 times when making it smh). 

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lucia-ik  asked:

omg drunk keith is so cute. what would happen if keith got drunk for the first time infornt of the kids when they are teen. Somehow I think lance would have blast/could not believe that this is his daddy. And would it escalate if Shiro wasn't there?(Keith doesn't seem to have any impulse control when drunk) btw I love the little knb picture when I go to your askbox it's adorable!

LMAO Yes! Drunk Keith is worse than Shiro tbh. XD 

[The Voltron Family]  Shiro was away to attend one of those conferences for doctors outside of the state and Keith was missing him so bad. It has been 8 days now and Keith didn’t wanna be clingy but sometimes he just missed Shiro’s kisses and cuddles.

The kids were at a party of a friend of theirs and it was only 9pm but Keith drove there anyway to pick them up, despite saying he’d pick them up at 10, they were teens now after all. They earned it after acing all their exams. Keith arrived at the party and he entered frowning. Ugh. Teenagers are too rowdy at parties. Back in my days…crap, I sound like an old man.

He went looking for his three kids when some dude came up to him.

Some Dude: *offers a cup of beer* Whoa. You’re a new pretty face. Might I offer you some beer?
Keith: *glares* I’m a wine type of person and I’m old enough to be your father.
Some Dude: *chuckles* Right. Of course. I’m guessing you’re about 25 or 27 by the looks of it? *gives Keith a once over* *points at the leather jacket* *whistles* Nice.
Keith: *ignores* Where’s Lance, Pidge and Hunk? *looks around*
Some Dude: They’re by the library last time I saw them. 
Keith: Thanks. *leaves*
Some Dude: Hey! I have wine. Can’t have a guest walking around without a drink of their choice. *smiles*
Keith: *stops* Do you have 1947 Cheval Blanc?
Some Dude: *blinks* What? I have no idea what you’re talking about but we could check it out by the bar? *points at the bar* The bartender might know. *eyes Keith* You looked so stressed, man. You okay?
Keith: *sighs* I am the epitome of stress. 
Some Dude: Awww, sorry for hitting on you, man.
Keith: It’s fine.
Some Dude: I’m Leonard. Finals are over but you’re probably the type to stress over results, huh? Forget about it tonight. C’mon, let’s get you a drink. You need it. *places an arm around Keith’s shoulder*
Keith: Oh boy, do I. *rubs temples* 

Lance, Hunk and Pidge were about to leave the house to wait for their Daddy Keith to arrive to pick them up when Pidge spotted something.

Pidge: Oh sweet baby mac and cheese. Is that Dad by the bar?
Hunk and Lance: *turns around and sees Keith*

Keith was drunk and he was ranting and ranting to their poor friend Leonard who had to hear everything. The three teens approached the bar.

Keith: And then he would usually surprise me to a lunch date when he visits me at work. *sobs while taking another drink* Such a wonderful man and now… *hiccups* He’s not even here with me. 
Leonard: Oh damn. You have a bad case of love sickness.
Keith: *nods* I do and I hate the fact he’s out there somewhere miles away and I’m here like a mess. *turns to his side and sees a girl* *cups her face and leans in*
Hunk: Is Dad drunk?! *shocked* He would NEVER do THAT! 
Pidge: Dude, we gotta do something!
Lance: No no, wait, you guys. Let’s see what happens first. *amused* I’ve never seen Daddy Keith drunk—ever.
Girl: *smirks at Keith* Hey, pretty boy.
Keith: *scrunches his nose* Pretty boy. You’re not Shiro. *frowns* He calls me pretty boy when we snuggle at night. *cries* *hugs the girl* I miss him so much. I want to see him. *turns to another person* Do you know where Shiro is? He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Have you seen him?
Pidge: Wow. He got drunk because of Daddy Shiro.
Keith: *gets up from his seat* *wobbles as he walks towards the dance floor*
Hunk: Uh, guys, should we do something now?
Keith: *walks randomly to every guy and cups their face to look at them* *shakes head* Nope. Not Shiro. Not you. Too short. Too tall. Too lanky. Not my type. Leave. 
Lance: Are you guys seeing this? *laughs* This is GOLD. 
Hunk: No. This is horrifying! Daddy Keith’s so broken.
Some other random dude: *walks up to Keith dancing* Hey, sexy.
Keith: *glares at him* What are you doing?
Some other random dude: *chuckles* Thought we could have some fun tonight. *touches Keith’s arm*
Keith: *grips the guy’s hand* Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. Me. Only one man can touch me.
Some other random dude: *grins* Shit, that’s hot. I could be that—
Pidge: Dad! *shouts and approaches Keith*
Keith: *turns head* *smiles* Oh, baby girl. I came looking for you and *sees Lance and Hunk* your brothers.
Some other random dude: *looks at the three teens* Hey, I saw him first.
Keith: No, you didn’t. *glares* Shiro saw me first.  
Some other random dude: Who the heck is Shiro? 
Hunk, Lance and Pidge: Our Dad.
Keith: My husband.
Some other random dude: What the shit, dude? You’re married?!
Keith: I am. *teary eyed* And I miss him. I miss my husband. *sobs as he wipes his tears* I… *walks wobbling*
Hunk: I got you, Dad. *catches Keith and embraces him*
Keith: *sobs* I miss Takashi Shirogane. Bring me Takashi Shirogane. I love Takashi Shirogane. *clings to Hunk*

Hunk drove them all back home and they put Keith to bed. The following morning, Pidge handed him the phone. Shiro was on Skype.

Shiro: Hey, sweetheart. Good morning.
Keith: Shiro. *whispers*
Shiro: I heard what happened last night. *frowns*
Keith: Oh my god. *groans* 
Shiro: *chuckles* Hey, I think it’s nice to know you rejected everyone’s advances because they weren’t me.
Keith: *whispers not looking at Shiro* I only want you.
Shiro: *flushes* Keith, you’re not playing fair.
Keith: It’s true though.
Shiro: Why don’t we go out tonight on a date?
Keith: *shocked* *looks up* Tonight?
Shiro: *smiles* Yeah, I’m coming home, pretty boy.

Just friends

A/N wow who knew my titles could get even shittier. okay so i dont wanna be like slacking all the time, and i know i said this fic would be up last week but my mental health has been absolutely shit so im sorry. anyway 90% is dialogue and its pretty shit but yeah here you go i guess. im lowkey proud and my goal for this fic is 300 notes (i got 280 on my last one so far). if you like please like/ reblog and send me prompts!!!

WARNINGS/ TAGS: excessive dialogue, minimal editing, lots of praise, fluffy smut, riding, friends to lovers, mentions of kickthesticks oops

Dan walked around the cafeteria in his worn out converse and ripped jeans, trying to spot which table his friends were at today. As usual they were in the very corner of the cafeteria, all huddled together and laughing. Dan sat between Byrony and Phil as soon as he reached the table. Once he placed his school lunch down on the sticky table Phil instinctively wrapped a protective arm around his best friend’s waist. Phil didn’t know it, but Dan had a huge crush on him, anyone who met them definitely knew. Thats why their friends made fun of them constantly, because Dan had told them his obvious secret.

“Tone down the PDA mate,” PJ laughed from the other side of the table.

“Oh shut up PJ, you’re just jealous because you don’t have someone you can do this with,” Phil shot back. PJ just scoffed and Dan giggled, leaning into his friends touch.

“As if, Chris clearly wants PJ to fuck him,” Dan said without thinking.

“Dan! You said you could keep a secret you dick head!” Chris blushed violently and hid behind his own hands.

“Wait what?!” PJ exclaimed as if it wasn’t obvious. Everyone laughed except for Chris, who was still hiding. PJ took Chris’s hand from his face and held it while whispering something that no one else could hear.

“Oi, tone down the PDA mate,” Phil mocked.

“Oh shut up Phil,” Byrony but in, “So how long have you and Dan been together Phil?” Dan blushed and hid in Phil’s side. If they kept making jokes like this Phil would find out soon, and he couldn’t have that, it would ruin his friendship with Phil.

“Come on ass hat. You all know were not together and never will be,” Dan remarked.

“Mhm sure honey,”


Later that day they were all going out to a movie, Dan had a backpack with a blanket and “secret” snacks to sneak in for him and Phil. Knowing them, they’d end up putting away the arm rest in the theater and cuddling while wrapped in the blanket, no matter what movie it was. Dan found it as his own personal heaven and suggested movie nights each week months ago. It was his only way to get the physical affection he craves and not be teased by Peej.

“Hey Phil, do you want to come over tonight? My mums not home, we could stay up all night.” Chris asked waiting in line for their tickets.

“Sorry mate I’m already going to Dan’s tonight.”

“Yeah to fuck!” Peej laughed at his own dumb adolescent joke. Byrony giggled and nodded her head.

“You aren’t funny dick, we’re just friends!” Dan defended.

“You literally sat in Phil’s lap on the way over here,” Byrony said while giggling more, “And he played with your hair!”

“Thats what friends do!”

“Uh huh sure”


During the movie Dan had somehow migrated into Phils lap again. Phil was playing with his hair with one hand and rubbing agonizingly slow circles on Dan’s hip with the other. Dan had no clue how Phil did this and still somehow payed attention to the movie. The entire time he buried his head in Phils neck and he was imagining fucking Phil. He knows its wrong to think about these things while he’s in his best friends lap but he cant help it.

Slowly Dan started to grow hard, he shook his head and tried to think about anything else. grandma grandma grandma.

“You okay babe?” oh yeah, another thing, they always called each other babe and baby, but they’re just friends mind you.

“Mhm just tired,” Dan faked a yawn and snuggled farther into Phil’s neck.

“Go to sleep then, I’ll carry you out to the car later and wake you up when we get back to your house.”

“Mmk darlin, night.” Although Dan was faking the yawn he was quite tired, and he wanted to stay up late tonight. He decided it was best to just stick with the lie and go to sleep on Phils chest.


Dan was currently snoring lightly on Phil’s chest and muttering something incomprehensible while being carried out to the car.

“Oi, wake princess up,” Chris snickered.

“I’ll just sit him on my lap and buckle him in with me. Let him sleep asshole.”

“You know he likes you right?” Byrony stated matter of factly.

“Yeah right, stop joking guys, you know I like him, theres no need to get my hopes up,” Phil scoffed and sped up towards the car.

Their three friends shook their heads behind him. Dan and Phil would find out eventually. Right?


“P-Phil,” Dan said lightly while tightening his grip on him. Phil thought that Dan had woken up so he responded with a small “hm?” but got no response. They had just dropped off Byrony and now were heading towards Dan’s house. Since Phil didn’t get an answer he just assumed Byrony slamming the door woke up Dan for a split second.

That was until Dan grinded against Phil’s thigh. Phil felt a surge of arousal shoot through his body. Dan did it again and Phil gasped. Dan opened his mouth to moan again but Phil quickly covered his mouth. He couldn’t believe this. His best friend, not to mention his crush, was having a wet dream. In his lap. In the back of their friends car. Moaning Phil’s name! Phil debated waking him up, or just waiting until they got home and ignoring the whole situation. His awkwardness decided the second option was best.

Only seconds later Dan was grinding again and panting against Phil’s hand which was still covering his mouth. Phil prayed to every god he could think of that this car ride would be over soon because he was starting to get hard under his sleeping friend. He knew that he shouldve moved his hands from where they were on Dan’s hips because he didnt want to invade his friends space during a dream like this. Phil’s self conscious had a different idea though and moved his hands somewhere worse. Dan’s plump ass. He knew it wasnt right but he couldnt fight his instincts. Dans grinding slowed, but only so that he could push back into Phil’s hands.

Phil squeezed hard and Dan’s eyes shot open.

“Oh no,” Phil whispered almost completely silent.


“Okay guys, we’re here.” Peej announced from the front seat, “See you guys Monday. Have a good weekend.”

Dan slowly and cautiously crawled out of Phils lap, careful to hide his hard on from his friends as they said goodbye. When Chris and PJ pulled out of Dan’s drive way Dans mouth failed to make a sound even though he opened it.

“I’m so sorry Dan! I dont know what i was thinking but you were grinding on me- and- an- and you moan- moaned my name! My body was just reacting I’m so so so sorry!!” Phil spat out quickly.

“Hey, ba-Phil, don’t worry, its okay, I lik-” Dan paused and didnt finish his thought, “Lets just go inside. We dont have to talk about it if you dont want to okay babe- Phil.”

“Oh god I’m so sorry for making things awkward I didnt mean to but you kept going and oh god im so sorry-”

“Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you need to shut up Philly?”

“Make me,” Phil shot back but instantly regretted it. “Oh my god I didnt mean t-”

He was cut off by Dan’s lips against his.

“Do you really think you touching my ass bothered me? You even said yourself that i was moaning your name idiot.”

“Shh,” Phil joked and grabbed Dans hand. The kiss had boosted Phil’s self confidence, and he thought back to what his friends said about Dan having a crush on him. “How about we go up to your room baby? We can handle the little problem I have and sort our relationship out afterwards.”

“O-okay,” Dans usually dominating voice was small and timid now. He led Phil into the house and tugged his hands up the stairs. He wasnt leading because Phil didnt know where to go, of course he did, but because Phil was going at the slowest pce possible so that Dan would have to wait. “Please Phil, come onnn~” he whined.

Once they reached Dans room he flung the door open. “Calm down baby, you’ll get what you want if you wait.”

“But I want you now-” Dan was going to continue complaining like a child but he was cut off by a kiss.

Phil pulled away and smirked,“Thats pay back for cutting me off earlier dick.”

“Philly! No cussing!”, he playfully hit him on the chest. He was glad that his crush changed nothing. Hell, him grinding on his friend while having a wet dream changed nothing. They were still best friends and this moment made that clear to Dan. Phil smiled goofily at him and leaned in again, only to end up kissing Dan’s cheek though because Dan moved at last minute. Dan giggled and did it again when Phil attempted another kiss.

“Oh whatever babe, now come on, I wanna kiss you more.”

“Hmm- Nope.” Dan slid out of Phil’s grip and giggled as he ran across the room and leapt onto his bed. Phil chased after him, laughing also. He sat down next to Dan and just gazed at his friends eyes.

“You’re so gorgeous Dan,” he said as he reached out and cupped his face, “Can I kiss you again?”

“I dunno can you?” Dan teased. Phil rolled his eyes and leaned in slowly. Their lips collided and Dan swore he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. It all seemed so real, Phil’s hand in his hair, Phil’s lips on his own. Quickly he became paranoid. Even though they had this moment of goofing around would their friendship change after tonight? Would they end badly? Apparently Phil could hear him thinking because he pulled back.

“Dan, baby calm down. We can stop if you want, we dont have to do anything. We can even pretend this never happened if thats what you want. I would never do anything to hurt you love.”

“I’m just scared- I want you though, now come here again,” They kissed at Dans pace and soon Dan leaned back and rested his head against the pillows. “Will you touch me? Please? I dont care what you do. Just please-”

“Of course princess. Can I straddle you?” Dan nodded and Phil climbed into his lap. He lowered his hands down to Dan’s sides and looked up for consent before putting his hands under Dan’s shirt. It was all so intimate, Dan couldnt help but moan at the light little touches running up and down his chest.

“Please- just give me more please baby I’ll do anything.”

“We’re gonna go slow okay? Just wait and you’ll get what you want.”

Phil took Dans shirt off after asking if it was okay and slowly started to kiss over his chest. “You’re so pretty, have such a nice chest and a lovely stomach.” He pinched Dan’s side in a joking manor and smiled up at the giggling boy.

Dan blushed and looked away,“Oh come on youre just saying that,”

“I know you just found out I fancy you, but ever since we met I have thought that. Youre truly breathtaking Dan, and if youll let me I’d really really like to touch you right now.” He kissed down Dans stomach, closer and closer to his pant line.

“Plea-” His plead was cut off by a loud moan as Phil kissed his dick through his skinny jeans. “More. More More More Please!”

Phil unzipped Dans skinny jeans and started to pull them off. They got stuck at mid thigh and Dan burst out laughing. “Stop laughing you dick!” That only made him laugh more. Phil silenced him though by mouthing over Dan’s briefs. Dan gasped as soon as he felt the warm sensation through his underwear and Phil could feel his friends cock twitch.

“How far do you wanna go love?”

“Can- I- um-” Phil was sliding Dans skinny jeans off fully as Dan was attempting to speak.


“Can you fuck me?” Dan said in one breath. Phil smiled up at him while he took his own shirt off.

“How about you ride me? That way you can control the pace baby. Does that sound nice?” Dan glanced at Phil’s exposed chest and was only half listening when he nodded. “Have you ever prepped before? If you know what im trying to say…” Phil stared down at his feet and blushed as he was saying this. Dans confidence had shot through the roof with all of the compliments Phil was giving him so he decided to go with his cocky response.

“Of course I have, I did this morning in the shower. Thinking about your nice thick cock. I want it everywhere. In my hand, in my mouth, in my ass.” Phil groaned and hurried to take off his own skinny jeans while Dan kept going. “I even did after school too, before the movie. I was thinking about you touching me the whole time. Thinking about your fingers trailing all up and down my chest. Thinking about your lips nipping at my neck-” he was cut off by Phil doing just that. He left a love bite right above his shoulder and then carried on with more all over Dan’s neck. He left one right below his jaw, one on his collarbone. Anywhere he could reach.

“So I dont have to stretch you then?” Phil laughed in a teasing way and asked Dan where he kept the lube.

“Be-bed side table-” Dan blushed as Phil pulled Dan’s boxers down.

“Hm? Why are you so nervous? What else am i going to find?” He said casually as he slipped off his own boxers and reached for the drawer.

When Phil opened the bed side table he expected pornos, or the pair of joke hand cuffs PJ got Dan last christmas. But not all of these. No. He would never guess that dan would have these.

Lets just have a run down of what exactly Phil was looking at. A drawer full of bright pink and purple dildos. And vibrators. And lacy panties. Black ones to be specific. And two bottles of empty lube and one fairly empty bottle of lube. His jaw dropped as his picked up a huge vibrator. Phil would say that hes a pretty big guy down there but this fucking vibrator was at least ten inches.

Dan hid behind his hands as Phil examined all of the different vibes and such.

“Hm.. maybe we’ll have fun with those later, but for right now I think I’ll just have you ride me.” He smirked again cheekily and Dan just rolled his eyes and grabbed the last bottle of lube and a condom.

“Shut up and turn over so I can ride you, you dick,” he said as he rolled the condom onto Phils dick.

“Oh look at Mr.dominant coming out. Who wouldve guess you’re dominant with all of those toys in there?” Phil snickered at his own joke but Dan just hit his chest and shut him up with a kiss.

Since Dan was acting so needy Phil decided it was best to just get on with it. So he had Dan straddle him and positioned his cock right at Dan’s entrance. As Dan slowly sunk down onto the tip of Phil’s dick they both groaned. Phil had to try with all his might to keep his needy teenage body from bucking up into Dan.

“Oh god- can I go further?” Dan asked.

“Of course you can doofus.”

Dan tweaked his nipple for that comment; which was simultaneously causing pain and pleasure for Phil. He began to go further, taking in an inch at a time and pausing to groan and take a breath. It was pure agony for Phil to just sit there completely still so he tried to distract himself with praises for Dan.

“Good job baby boy, you take me so well, look so good like that.”

While Phil let these praises out Dan had nothing to do but gasp and moan. When he finally got all of Phil’s cock inside him Phil stopped with the praises and instead bit all over Dan’s neck again. The love bites from earlier were already starting to fade since they were nothing more than a little nip, but Phil was determined to leave a mark this time. He sucked and pulled at the skin with his teeth, pulling away only a couple times to kiss over the freshly bruised skin. When he was done leaving a bright red mark Dan was panting and pleading him to let him move.

Of course Phil immediately told him to go whenever he was ready so Dan began bouncing up and down. Even though Phil knew Dan was a virgin he guessed by all of the sex toys that Dan was used to having something up his ass.

“Please Phil, its not enough, I need you to fuck up into me~”

Phil listened and started to thrust up at the same time that Dan was coming down. He knew he found Dans prostate because Dan gasped and went even faster at the same angle.

“God baby you look so good, fucking yourself so good. Can’t wait to see your pretty face when you cum.”

These little comments only seemed to spur Dan on more, but soon it was too much and he was completely wrecked. He lifted himself up off of Phils cock and laid next to him.

“Phiw- is too much- need you to fuck me, m’ legs are too tired…”

“Of course they are you lazy oaf,” after his remark Phil got right to it. He slid his cock right back into Dan and started to thrust back and forth. He could see Dan getting needier by the second, begging for more and blushing and gasping. Phil was entirely blissed out by all of the sounds Dan was making and by how good it felt.

“Do you think you can cum untouched baby?” Dan nodded fiercely and moaned at the though of it. He reached behind Phil and pulled him down closer by his neck.

“Fuck- Phil I’m getting close-”

“You look so good baby, I bet you’ll look stunning when you cum. Begging for more, youll look so perfect.” Dan moaned at his words and started to grind back against Phil movements. Phil found Dans prostate again and pounded into it relentlessly, still letting little praises come out. “Such a good boy. Take me so well. You feel so good.”

Dan writhed on the sheets beneath Phil and clenched his sheets tight with both fists. “I need you Phil- need to kiss you.” Phil obliged and leaned down to kiss the needy boy beneath him while keeping the same speed.

“Are you going to come baby boy?”

Dan groaned and released as a response. He felt as if he was floating for a second. His vision got blurry as he released white streaks all over him and his best friend. When Phil saw the completely blissed out face of Dan he locked eyes with him and released inside the condom.

As Phil pulled out Dan found himself feeling empty. Even though some of his toys were huge, none of them felt that good. Phil reached over to Dan’s bedside table and grabbed some tissues that were obviously there for this reason.


“No- no talking now please. Jus’ some cuddles please?” Dan looked up with a pleading, almost innocent look and Phil just couldnt resist. He threw out the tissues and the condom and laid next to Dan. Dan instantly wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist and arms around his neck and kissed him swiftly on the cheek. “Night cutie, we’ll talk in the morning over some pancakes and tea okay?”

“Sounds great love, goodnight.”

anonymous asked:

do u think keith is ruthless enough to kill?

seE,, this is interesting to me because, i think we already have that answer. but i dont think the answer makes him ruthless

as soon as keith gets an opportunity to take out zarkon, he takes it. hes like ?? i can end the empire right here right now? i can just axe this guy and that’ll save the universe? great, done

even when coran tells him like five times No,,,no do nOt do that, that is a Bad plan, he just cuts the comms. like he is ready to kill zarkon right here right now 

if he was able to at the time, i seriously think he would’ve killed zarkon without a second thought. he went all out trying to kill him, no questions asked. because the thing about keith is, he’s very much an act now type of person. he thinks on his feet and reacts in the moment. i feel like that leaves very little room at the time for regret, particularly when you 1) dont know the guy personally and 2) you do know that they’re responsible for the torture, enslavement, and murder of countless races across the universe.

also, he uh?? may have killed someone already? remember the druid he threw his sword at, and on contact with the blade they just like??? obliterated?? and all thats left is the sword?

ya, that. keith doesnt seem at all broken up about that. you can argue of course that he wasn’t intending to kill them cause he didnt know blades magically disintegrate druids, but like. pidge also kinda causes haxus to fall (to his death??) and it doesnt phase her. i think with both of those instances the idea is let’s brush past this real quickly and not really stop to think about it cause we cant dwell too much on murder in a kids show,, (hi florona). 

but in the case with keith and zarkon, i think his immediate willingness to kill someone for the greater good is very much intentional. zarkon conquered like most of the known universe. he destroyed allura’s home planet. his empire captured and tortured keith’s only friend. keith has plenty of reason to want to even the score. also, its a numbers game–get rid of this one Evil guy, and you save the whole universe. to keith, that’s not even a question. 

theres also lubos, who i guarentee keith wouldve had no qualms about killing. i mean, he doesn’t go through with it, but you can clearly see that once keith realizes lubos sold out his people to save his own skin, well–keith definitely wanted to get back at him for it 

of course, we do know that keith doesnt try to harm people needlessly though. the garrison covered up the disappearance of his best friend, then captured and sedated him when he got back to earth. keith had a knife at the time, but he still only fights the garrison barehanded and just quickly knocks them out. when he’s on the balmera, he stops attacking head-on when lance reminds him the “planet” is an actual creature that can be harmed. keith doesn’t want to hurt people if he can avoid it, and as much as he likes getting back at the galra, i still think he’d only kill someone out of necessity, not personal gain. 

i also think keith is much less fired up to take on the galra now because he’s one of them. this means he’s not only more compassionate and empathetic towards some of them–see thace and ulaz–this also means he’s very much conscious about his own feelings of aggression. like, i think he’s trying extra hard not to lash out or anything because he worries he’s just like them. and keith really, really wants to be a good person. like, the boy is really trying. he honestly genuinely cares about other people and wants to do “the right thing”

for keith, killing zarkon was “the right thing.” it meant sparing the universe from his intergalactic conquest. it meant justice for shiro and freeing pidge’s family and putting an end to the monster that eradicated allura’s home. from keith’s perspective, allowing zarkon to live, allowing zarkon to continue imprisoning and torturing and murdering people when he had the power to act and stop it, now that is ruthless. he was just trying to do the right thing 

i dont think anyone thinks pidge is a bad person for pushing haxus. i dont think anyone would say shiro lost his humanity just because he was thrown in a gladiator arena and he’d rather fight back than lay down and die. so i wouldnt say keith is heartless just because he’s willing to make big sacrifices for what he thinks is right. 

on a more meta level, i also think its kinda hard to judge cause he’s not really human, so human standards dont really apply. for instance, lance and hunk both tell him its cold to leave allura. but by galra standards, i think thats just being pragmatic. so like, what the galra consider ruthless might be something different. anyway, sorry this got so long but,,, ya i do think keith could kill. i dont think that makes him ruthless though, especially since its a given people are going to die in war and he knows what he signed up for

anonymous asked:

ok so that medical!seventeen juSt crushed my poor heart it was too soft!! if it's not too much can i request a children's gp!soonyoung falling in love with you?

jgkgfj im glad♡ and of course, here u go !!

  • u have a younger sibling who is unfortunately kinda unwell so has to go to the doctors a lot to get check ups
  • it’s always u that has to take them and care for them because ur parents are too busy but u dont mind because u love ur younger sibling so much (hard to imagine ik lmao)
  • the local surgery just got a new children’s gp and you’d been expecting some grumpy middle aged woman but u walk in w ur sibling and
  • wow
  • u never realised a gp could be so attractive
  • he leaps up beaming this massive adorable smile like “hello!!!! im dr kwon but u pls call me soonyoung,, i’ll be y/s/n’s new gp” and as u shake his hand u feel urself melt a little a lot
  • even from ur sibling’s first appointment, u know they absolutely love soonyoung as they won’t stop grinning and jiggling up and down which honestly makes u so relieved and happy
  • and then at the end of the appointment soonyoung turns to ur sibling and is like “u were super brave today!! if u promise me a smile i’ll give u a sticker, does that sound like a good deal”
  • ur sibling nods so over-enthusiastically that u can’t help but giggle
  • and then it goes quiet and u realise soonyoung is staring at u but as u look his way he quickly diverts his attention and clears his throat
  • and u think i’m pretty sure he just blushed but ?? no way
  • altho u hate that ur sibling is ill and would do anything to make them better, u actually begin to look forward to visiting soonyoung and u can’t possibly think why ??
  • the next time u go, when soonyoung is explaining something u literally have no idea what he’s saying just bc ur staring at his face and admiring his beauty and his voice and just nodding
  • and then suddenly u realise he’s stopped talking and ur sibling prods u in the leg and ur like “hm sorry?” and soonyoung does the cutest little giggle and his eyes go all crinkly and u feel ur stomach do this massive flip and ur like fuck no so u quickly scramble to pick up u and ur sibling’s things and ur mumble “thankyouverymuchforyourhelp” before shoving ur sibling out the door just bc ur blushing so furiously
  • the next time u go u try to make an effort with ur appearance just bc ….. u might kind of almost like soonyoung just a tiny bit
  • during the appointment ur sibling leans across to soonyoung and whispers something in his ear and soonyoung suddenly flushes and whispers back “i agree” whilst smiling and ur like ??????
  • u need to pick up ur sibling’s prescription so u tell them to go wait in the car so they sprint off, and then as ur leaving soonyoung says ur name
  • u turn around and he’s like. right there. right in front of u. radiating beauty and intelligence and rly good smelling cologne and then he hands u a tiny piece of paper and says “this is my personal number .. i-i mean just in case anything happens with y/s/n”
  • ur so close to him and his fingers brush urs as he gives u his number, u literally can’t breathe or move or say anything so u just kind of squeak a “thank u” and rush out
  • and ur heart is racing so fast that u rLY need a doctor fr
  • on the way home ur sibling casually says “i asked soonyoung if he thought u looked pretty today and he said yes” AND U DEADASS ALMOST CRASH THE CAR
  • u and soonyoung seem to get closer every time u go for ur sibling’s appointments,, sometimes u guys just end up sitting there chatting away until ur sibling starts huffing and complaining
  • he might text u smiley faces if he gets free time during one of his shifts or will text u “did u know [insert nerdy medical fact]”
  • thEN one day u decide to take ur sibling on a day out to this park and ur buying them and ice cream when u hear them shout “sooooonyoung!!!!!”
  • and ur thinking shitshitshit im dressed as an actual tramp not today not today not today-
  • u turn and see ur sibling run up to soonyoung and give him a massive hug
  • then u see soonyoung look around for u and when his eyes meet urs they light up and he produces the biggest smile whilst waving
  • somehow u guys end up spending the day together on a highlowkey date
  • soonyoung piggybacks ur sibling round (dad material) as u guys walk and chat and laugh and ur hands keep accidentally touching and !!!!!!!!! its literally the best day youve ever had ++ u realise you’ve fallen way too hard for him
  • … literally
  • u trip over ur own laces and even though u just burst out laughing, soonyoung immediately tries to help u and keeps asking of ur okay and insists ur injured so he’ll have to drive u home even tho u keep reassuring him that ur fine
  • being the doctor he is, he sits u down and helps clean up ur grazes
  • the whole time u cant stop colour creeping into ur cheeks as u watch his fingers move about ur skin with such care and concern and u study the adorable concentration in his face and the way his tongue sticks out between his lips and !!!!
  • u cant stop grinning like. forever
  • ur sibling is getting better so, sadly, ur doctor visits become less frequent, meaning u see soonyoung less and less which is beginning to kill u a little
  • then one night soonyoung texts u and asks u to come to the practice to “talk about something to do w y/s/n, completely work related” ,,,, sure
  • but by the time u get there he’s fallen asleep on his desk face-down on a pile of paper work
  • so u get him a coffee from the vending machine for when he wakes up and u drape ur jacket over him bc it’s getting cold and then try to leave as quietly as possible as not to wake him
  • as soon as you’ve made it out the door u feel a warm hand grab ur own and u turn round to find a sleepy-looking soonyoung gazing at u through bed-hair and ur heart does a little “!!!!”
  • he doesn’t even say anything, he just tugs u into his arms and cocoons u in his chest
  • ur entire body feels warm and ur heart is beating way too fast and suddenly everything is okay bc ur there with him
  • he groggily murmurs into ur hair “i just wanted to see u to tell u that i think i’m in love with u”
  • and u realise right there and then that ur the happiest person on earth

silvensei  asked:

How was week one of Being Besties with Bill Gates? There's probably some kind of confidentiality agreement, but how's it in general? Cool job? Rad place? Chill dorks? (I didn't even know Microsoft was in Boston, I assumed you were going to Silicon Valley, so also welcome to my town, Beantown, best town~)

Ah, it’s been a good first week!

There are parts of the work that seem a bit overwhelming, mostly because there’s like 3934 new things I gotta familiarize myself with. Do you have any idea how massive the source code is for Microsoft Word? Whatever you’re thinking right now, it’s larger. And the code is in C# (technically Script# I’m still learning the differences–like it’s a marriage of javascript and C#?) and I haven’t worked in either of those before. On top of that, the new pieces of code we’re trying to write are going to be in React, which uses Typescript which is a version of javascript and basically like, every single sentence I hear is at least 35% acronyms or buzzwords so I’m trying to get familiar.

Fun stuff though! There’s no set work hours. People come in when they want and leave when they want. Of course they gotta do it responsibly. If someone leaves early they’re probably gonna do some work from home, and like if there’s a meeting they gotta be around for it. But like literally no one is on your ass about where you are. In general I aim to be around for like 10am-5pm but I’m free to mess with that. Tuesday I did 10am-7:15pm. Yesterday I did 9:15am-4pm. Wednesday I was putting on makeup in the morning and my aunt got me this lipstick I was trying out and I very stupidly forgot lipstick takes like a fucking makeup removal army to get off so I spent like 15 panicked minutes in the morning getting it off and so I got in at like 10:10am but I wasnt “late” because like I technically dont need to be in at 10. I like that.

Other fun stuff is they got free beverages in the fridge–sodas and water and stuff. I’ve got like four bottles of “Hint Of” water on my desk. And a snack cart came around on Thursday with like chips and nuts and sodas and beer. Straight up beer. I took a soda but like. I coulda grabbed a beer off the cart and they’d have been like “alright cool”. And yesterday they brought in like 3985 donuts because it was Donut Day?? Legit it was on my calendar as a meeting “Donut Day, floor 15 cafeteria”. Everyone just kept going back to the kitchen throughout the day to get more donuts.

Also we’re like 15 feet away from the MIT campus (I swear about 40% of my coworkers are MIT graduates) so there’s a ton of college campus-y shit around. Including this food place called Clover which is all vegetarian sandwiches and im????? ready to die????? and haunt that place as a ghost for the rest of eternity in case i never get to try everything on the menu.

So I work in Cambridge but my apartment is in Boston. Downside–it’s about like a 30 minute commute. Upside, I get to cross this dang bridge.

This is my view walking home. It’s good????

Also we had an “intern event” on Wednesday where they took us interns to dinner and then to an improv comedy show. And I love nerdy ass comp sci majors because everyone was awkward when we first met up, like in a relaxing way like “hey we’re standing in a circle and personally I don’t know what to say but hey neither does anyone else! cool! im not the socially inept one!!” And the improv show was hilarious and we got ice cream after at this place with wild-ass flavors like I got “goat cheese honey almond” as a flavor, what the hell.

Let’s see also my apartment is nice! It’s fully furnished with like a couch and dishes and cookware and I got TWO tvs I hardly need one tv??? I watched the SU special on A Real TV so that was something. And there’s this tiny ass gym with two treadmills on floor 2 but frankly thats entirely good enough for me i can watch all the damn anime i want there and nothing can stop me.

Okay this is lengthy, but also I’ve got two college friends who live near Boston who are visiting today in like half an hour. We’re gonna do nerd stuff then later tonight I’m gonna get caught up on BNHA and it’ll be A+++

TL:DR - the work looks p intimidating but also literally everything else is swanky as fuck

My Father

Hey, a mostly fluffy fic, isn’t that exciting? I know that it is a little odd to share a New Year fic in April, but I was going to share it before, and then life just got in the way. But, I didn’t want to wait until the end of the year for this, as it kind of sets up for some of the really emotional stuff I have planned.

Anyway, I hope that you like it regardless, and if you have any feedback, please let me know!

TIMELINE- 2015/16


On New Year’s Eve, Tony of course threw a party. It was quite a bash, even compared to the previous years. You didn’t ask why he had gone so overboard with it, but you had an idea.

You enjoyed as much of the party as you could before needing to take a break.

“Do you want me to come with you Doll?” Bucky asked softly. But, he was having such a good time chatting with Steve and Nat, you didn’t want to tear him away.

“No, that’s ok. I’ll be back soon,” you smiled. Bucky took your hand and kissed it. Then he nodded.

You decided against going to your apartment, opting instead to go outside and find a quiet space to look at the stars.

You felt a familiar feeling as you approached your destination.

“Tony, are you ok?” you asked.

“Oh, (Y/N). Yeah, I’m fine. Never better,” he replied noncommittally. You knew he was lying, but instead of saying so, you sat down silently on the bench he was sitting on.

“Are you enjoying the party?” he asked you.

“Yes, I am. I just needed to take a little break.”

“Me too.”

After a few minutes of silence, you felt Tony rest his head on your shoulder. You were hit with a stronger wave of guilt and regret, emotions that had latched on to him months before, and didn’t seem to want to let go.

“What do you think 2016 is going to be like?” Tony asked, not lifting his head.

“Hmmm… I’m not sure really. This century is still pretty new to me, and it keeps throwing surprises at me. All I can say for sure is that it will be a year, and together, we can get through anything.”

“You know, you’re the only person who hasn’t blamed me for Ultron,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“How can I blame you? You were just doing what you thought was right. You had the best intentions. And it wasn’t your fault it went wrong…” you replied.

“Everyone else seems to have a different opinion.”

“Tony, the others have been able to move on. They don’t hold a grudge. They understand. You need to stop torturing yourself.”

“Haven’t you given me that advice before?”

“Probably. You are exceptionally stubborn.”
You heard a small chuckle. “Tony, please try to forgive yourself. If you feel like you need to make up for your past mistakes, you can’t do it by punishing yourself.”

“I do need to… make amends. But every now and then, I need to be pushed in the right direction… will you help me?” he asked, now looking at you intently.

“You know I’d do anything for you Tony. You’re the closest thing I’ve ever had to a… father. I couldn’t let you wander too far…” you replied with some awkwardness.

You knew how he felt about you. You were like a daughter to him. You had known it for a long time, and implicitly, you returned his affection. Tonight was the first time you had said anything explicitly.

“I don’t deserve you (Y/N).”

“Trust me, it’s the other way around,” you replied sincerely, placing a hand on his knee.

“Is that a new ring?” Tony asked, taking your right hand and pulling it closer to his face to inspect it. You knew he was uncomfortable, and changing the subject.

“Yes,” you smiled, watching him. “I was going to bring it up with you in a more… private setting.”

Tony raised his eyebrow quizzically and glanced around. There were people outside, but they were a little ways off.

“Come on (Y/N), you can’t drop that on me with no explanation. What’s going on?”

You took a deep breath, becoming nervous. What if he said no? What if he thought you were being stupid?

“Well, James proposed to me on Christmas Eve,” you began explaining.

“Congratulations!” Tony exlaimed, pulling you into a hug.

“Thanks. I know we’re already married, but he wanted to marry again, since we’re both so different,” you smiled down at your new ring fondly. It really was beautiful.

“That makes sense. It’s a sweet gesture coming from Metal Man,” he replied, mixing an approving nod with his special brand of humor.

“I agree… anyway, the reason I was going to talk to you about it…” you hesitated. Why was this so hard? “I was wondering if you would… would you walk me down the aisle?”

Tony was very rarely speechless. It was a strange thing on him.

“You really want me to do that?” he asked disbelievingly after a few beats.

“Yes Tony. I really do. There’s no one else I want for this.”

“Of course I will (Y/N)!”

“Thank you!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms haphazardly around him. He hugged you back tightly, and you knew he was feeling some of the weight fall off of his shoulders.

When you heard someone call out “the countdown is starting soon”, you pulled away.


“Come on then!” Tony said happily, standing and grasping your hand. He then gently pulled you back into the party to find your husband.
By the time you came to a standstill in front of Bucky, and Tony had rushed off to find Pepper, you were giggling.

“Everything alright (Y/N)?” Bucky yelled over the numbers being shouted excitedly by the crowd, his hand on your face, thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“Definitely Love,” you replied as loudly as you could. “Everything is…” you glanced Tony dancing confidently with Pepper as he partook in the countdown, “perfect.”

Bucky smiled, and when everyone cheered “HAPPY NEW YEAR” he pulled you to himself, and kissed you. And you kissed back, feeling that 2016 might just be a good year for you.

How were you to know?


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omg i just remembered in my first year of uni in like 2012 i was in a group assignment with 2 girls and one had a crush on me but i didnt find out for ages and anyway she would sometimes be nice to me and sometimes be mean and i was like wtf so confused bc i was this kid that started 6 months later than everyone else so everyone already had their clique and i was like wtf i dont know where i fit in anyway these girls were nerds which i was cool with cause it meant we would get work done but id be stuck hanging with them and they were really quiet and weird but also rude idk i still dont really understand them anyway so one day i literally just wanted to know if anywhere on campus sold mushroom sauce bc i wanted mushroom sauce for my hot chips and the girls were like idk and i was like ok and the next day one of the girls was like ‘nowhere here sells mushroom sauce i checked’ and i was like rip that sucks mushroom sauce is so good but didnt think anything of it and then the other girl got up me for not appreciating what the other girl did and i was like ???? and she was like she went around to every cafe and asked if they sold mushroom sauce for you and i wa slike wtf really???? and so apparently she literally asked every cafe if somewhere sold muchroom sauce and i didnt thank her enough because i had no idea she did that and also i…..didnt ask??? i mean i asked but it was a passing comment type ask like anyway for the rest of the semester they were really secretive n stuff n rude but once she picked me up from my house and i was like thx so much anyway the other girl was like i cant believe ur friendzoning her and i was like what???? and shes like shes done so much for you and you dont seem to care or show her like feelings back and i was like i literally have no idea what ur talking about and she was like she gave you a lift to uni and she walked around the whole campus asking around for your sauce isnt it obvious she has a crush on you and mind you this was literally over the course of 3 months and anyway idk where i was going with this but like ????? idk it was such a weird time of my life and i felt like sharing that

High Tensions - Thirteen

This chapter is loooong. And it could be two chapters really but I decided not to prolong your suffering.

You slept in the next morning waking up at around 11am, only to move to the bathroom to lounge around in the bath for another hour.

The whole team had stayed at headquarters until 2am at least, everyone wanting to finish off their case files so they didn’t have to go in this weekend. There was a certain buzz among everyone, it was the first time you’d all get to go the ball together. And you were especially excited to see Reid all dressed up. You might have a small ‘thing’ for guys in tuxes. 

The girls were picking you up at 2pm and you were heading to the hotel, so you started getting your things together, carefully collecting your dress bag when Penelope text you to say that she, JJ and Prentiss were on their way. You headed outside to wait for them all. 

They pulled up minutes later and you climbed into the back seat carefully.

Twenty minutes into the drive your phone buzzed, interrupting your chatter with the girls. 

Spencer, “We’re already at the hotel. Our rooms are next to each other by the way.”

You replied, “Is that by coincidence or by the doing of a certain Doctor I know.”

“I might have asked them to make some amendments to the bookings. It just makes it easier for when you’re texting me later, begging me to come and take you.”

You smirked at your phone. “You still think you can make me ask for it? Spence, you’ve already told me I’m getting it one way or another Sunday night anyway. I think I can wait until then.”

“And what if I’ve changed my mind?” He had to be shitting you right? 

“What’s Emily’s room number? I’ll visit her and fuck her mouth instead.”

“No fucking way Y/N. I’ve not changed my mind at all. The only mouth you’ll be fucking this weekend will be mine. Hopefully later this evening if I have my way, but if not then tomorrow will do and I’ll crown you Queen.”

“Tomorrow will be fine. This Queen needs her crown. And you can kneel before me as a loyal subject.”

“I’ll forever be loyal to you Y/N. And no matter what, you’re still my Queen.”

Awww, that was actually sweet. You smiled, putting your phone away and raising your head, seeing JJ and Penelope looking at you, Emily’s eyes flicking to the rear view mirror. 

“Are you two sexting again?” JJ grinned from her seat. 

“Erm not really.”

“That’s a yes then,” Emily spoke. 

“Y/N? What happens after you two actually do it. Because…. I’m not the only one here who can see that there’s something more going on am I? I mean I’m not even a profiler.” Garcia turned to you, the others nodding in agreement. 

How much did you reveal here. When you hadn’t really revealed that much to Spencer. 

Fuck it. You didn’t get chance for girl chat that often. 

“Okay, so to begin with, it was just about sex. It’s no secret that Reid and I find way other attractive, that was established a while ago thanks to those tequila slammers you poured down our throats.” You glared at Penelope jokingly. 

“But for me at least, there’s definitely more there. We’ve talked but only briefly. And we kinda had a date a few weeks ago. So we’ll see. I hope it goes somewhere else, but I’m a big girl and can cope if it doesn’t.”

The girls seemed satisfied with your answer, them giving the expected squeals and smiles at your admission of actually wanting more. 

You arrived at the hotel thirty minutes later and checked in, texting Spencer that you were here. 

Less than sixty seconds after closing the door, you heard a knock. As expected it was Spencer. With a gift bag. 

“Can I come in for a second?”

“Of course.” You moved aside to let him in, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“So I got you a gift. It’s not another toy though so sorry to disappoint. Open it when I leave okay.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him but agreed. 

“Are you looking forward to the party?” he asked, sitting next to you on the bed. 

“I am. And I’m especially looking forward to seeing you all 007’d up.”

He laughed at you, reaching out and brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“Will you dance with me later Spencer? I know that’s not really your thing.”

“Maybe. We’ll see whether you make it to the dance floor or not. If I have my way, you’ll be dragging me back up here after dinner.”

He leant in close, his hand going to the small of your back and his lips connecting with your neck suddenly. 


“Spencer, I need to get ready,” you moaned as his mouth sucked on your collarbone, his tongue tickling you sending warmth straight between your legs. His other hand moved to your thighs, pushing between them dangerously close to the top and began tracing patterns over the inside. Fuck. 

“You sure you don’t just want to stay here? I’ll make it worth your while.” His words breathy on your neck. 

“I’m sure you would but I want my crown tomorrow. And I’ve paid for a dress that looks amazing. I wanna wear it.”

“So wear it whilst I’m doing you then. We can pull it up.”

You laughed and pulled away from his wandering mouth. You really couldn’t wait to feel those lips everywhere tomorrow. 

“Maybe I’ll put it back on for you tomorrow Spencer. Now leave please. I need to make myself presentable.”

He begrudgingly pulled away and stood, heading to your door. 

“Y/N you could go down in a bin bag and still be the most attractive girl in the room. But I’ll leave you alone. For now.”

“Just a second Spence.” You hauled yourself off your bed and walked over to him. Standing up on your tip toes you brushed your lips against his, doing the one thing that you’d been allowed to do all along but so far hadn’t.

He responded immediately, his hands moving to your waist and pulling you close as your hands reached around his neck, tangling in his hair. His mouth began to move against yours, his lips soft and smooth, his kisses sweet and slow. You’d resisted kissing him until now, it was something you adored doing; kissing seeming so much more intimate in some ways than actually having sex with someone, But with only 24 hours to go, you figured it would be okay.

Boy, were you regretting that decision now. Spencer’s hands slipped under the bottom of your t-shirt, warm against the skin of your tummy. His tongue flicked out, swiping slowly across your mouth, requesting access. You both angled your heads, instictively leaning in the opposite direction to the other to allow the kiss to deepen.

Your lips parted and you tongue found his, the tips carressing each others lightly. You could taste a mixture of coffee and mints, the combination unsual but not offensive. You moved your hands to his hair, running your fingers through his locks, messing them even more than they already were. Fuuuuuck, you just wanted to do this forever. You needed to stop. But….Just one thing first. Something you’d been dying to do.

Pulling back, you sucked his bottom lip inbetween yours. Tugging at it slightly with your teeth, hearing him groan against you.

Okay….Stopping now. Definitly stopping now. You broke contact completely, reaching behind him and pulling your door open.

“Bye Reid! Best start getting ready.”

His eyes were glazed slightly as he slowly licked his lips, tracing where yours had been only seconds ago.

“You sure you dont’ just wanna stay here all night?” his voice low and sexy again.

“Sure….Well ninety percent sure at least.” More like fifty/fifty if you were being honest with yourself but he didn’t need to know that.

He sighed loudly, rolling his eyes at you. “I’ll see you soon Y/N.”

You shut the door behindhim, squeezing your eyes shut. Fuck me, the boy was a good kisser. Good with his mouth, which only made you think of one thing.

STOP……24 Hours girl. Queen Tease remember. You’ve got this.

You sat down at the dresser, plugging your curling irons in and got to work.

An hour later your hair and make up was done. Your hair was half up and half down, light curls flowing through it. Your make up was simple but effective. Dark smokey eyes with lashings of mascara to excentuate your lashes, and a light brush of lip gloss. In the mirror you spied the gift bag that Spencer had given you and you moved back to the bed to open it.

Two packages were inside, The first, a small black box which you prised open to find a pair of gorgeus silver earings. Small diamond studs with a trail of tiny silver stars dangling from them. They were beautiful and would go well with your dress tonight. You threaded them through your ears straight away, admiring them in the mirror. How sweet of him.

The next package was soft and tissue wrapped. You unwrapped it, laughing when you saw what it was. A pair of black, lacy french knickers. A note fell from the tissue paper and you recognised Spencer’s handwriting.

“I have no idea what sort of dress you’re wearing, but providing it allows wear these underneath please. When you beg me to peel your dress off you later, I want to see these underneath. If the dress doesn’t allow for lacy things, then don’t wear anything at all!”

The dress you’d chosen wasn’t tight fitting and if Spencer liked lace then he was in for a treat. You’d gone with a shorter dress, one that one was fitted to your waist but then flared out slightly, the skirt made from layers of chiffon. It was a light purple and was one of the more expensive items of clothing you’d purchased. The back of the dress was a sheer lace panel which meant you had to go braless. Luckily the front of the dress had built in support.

You stripped and slipped on the underwear, the material soft against your skin. Turning sideways, you inspected your profile in the mirror, enoying the way they cut across your butt making it look perter than normal. You were tempted to take another photo and send it to the man in the room next door but you knew if you did, you’d never make it to dinner. Instead you continued dressing, completing the look with pair a silver heels. Satisfied with the overall look, you spritzed yourself with perfume, noting that it was fast approaching the time you’d agreed to meet.

Grabbing your evening bag, you opened your door to see Spencer stood there, his hand raised ready to knock on your door.


Spencer in a tux. 

You exited your room quickly, pulling the door shut behind you, knowing you were tempted to pull him into the room and abandon all hope of getting your crown.

“Fuck, Spencer.”

“What?” he asked you, confused.

“You look hot. Like so fucking hot.”

“Really? I feel ridiculous.”

“Well you don’t look it. You look handsome, and gorgeous and just…..ugh.”

He grinned at you, please with your compliment. “You look stunning by the way.”

“Thank you kind sir. And thank you for these. They’re beautiful.” You motioned towards the earings.

“Oh and….” you glanced around, checking that the hallway was empty before lifting the hem of the dress up quckly. “Thanks for these too.”

You spun on the spot, giving him the full 360 degree view of your in the french knickers, his eyes widening at you and a low moan leaving his  lips.

“Ready for dinner?” You smirked at him.

“If we must. I’d much rather be eating something else though Y/N.”

“You can have as much of that as you want tomorrow. Seconds, thirds and even fourths if you want.”

“You bet I want.”

You reached out for his hand and headed down to the elevators with him.

Dinner was amazing. Naturally the BAU were seated at the same table, the wine flowing.

When the plates had been cleared away, the music was turned up and people slowly trickled on to the dance floor.

You were deeply engrossed in a conversation with JJ and Emily, Spencer’s hand carressing your leg under the table out of sight from the others. His fingers kept drifting higher, stroking the edges of the lace on the panties he’d asked you to wear. Luckily you were sat in the corner so people situated at the other tables couldn’t see your dress being moved higher and higher.

His finger slipped under the edge of the lace, not actually touching you anywhere he wasn’t allowed to, but still incredibly close. Yet his face was the picture of calm whilst you were sure yours was becoming increasingly pinker. 

You were right.

“Are you okay Y/N, you look a little flushed,” JJ asked. 

You coughed, clearing your throat. “I’m fine. I could just use a drink is all.” Your wine glass was empty and the waiters hadn’t been round again to replace the empty bottles. 

“Do you need something wet to quench your first Y/N? I know I do.” So close, so fucking close, if you shifted your weight slightly he’d have his hands on you, just where that bullet had been. He smirked. 

“Actually Spencer, I do. I’m going to the bar.” Pushing his hand away you stood up, shimmying past the other chairs and out of your corner. 

Instead of going to the bar, you headed to the ladies room, splashing cool water on your face and freshening up some. You heard the sounds of the toilet flushing in one of the cubicles and a few seconds later, Garcia exited. 

“Hey Pretty Lady, you okay?” she asked, washing and then drying her hands. 

“Yep.” You reapplied your lip gloss. 

“The genius is trying to get to you isn’t he?” She raised an eyebrow. 

“How do you know?”

“Well it’s pretty obvious when the hand that’s closest to you has been under the table for most of the evening. I hope he’s not breaking any rules!” She grinned. 

“Technically he’s not Penelope. But damn, I wish he fucking would.”

“So just call it quits, declare him winner and go get some.“ 

“Not tonight. I just…. I need to win.”

You led the way out of the bathroom and back to the ballroom, noticing that the team had got up to dance in your absence, Spencer with them. 

You and Penelope stood at the edge of the dance floor watching them, giggling at Spencer’s clumsy moves. He didn’t look terrible, just self conscious and that made him look a worse dancer than what he actually was. 

Derek spotted you both and strutted over in time with the music. Both hands held out, he reached for you and Penny, taking one of your hands in each of his and kissing Penelope first and then yours. Tugging, he pulled you both on the dance floor. 

You let yourself be tugged and you were soon engulfed into the horde of bodies, dancing and laughing with everyone. 

Even Hotch was having a good time, spinning JJ around and attempting to dip her. You danced for about twenty minutes before the tempo dropped, a slower song coming on. 

Immediately looking around for Spencer, you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning to see one of the interns looking at you. 

“Erm…. I don’t suppose I could have this dance could I?” He looked so sweet and nervous, Daniel; you thought his name was. 

You nodded not wanting to hurt his feelings and placed your hands on his shoulders, moving with him for the song. When it finished, his grip on your waist didn’t loosen and you glanced around looking for Reid. You couldn’t see him. 

“Excuse me Daniel, I er, need a water break.” He released you and you wandered to the edge of the dance floor, not seeing Spencer anywhere. 

There was a balcony area outside, near where the exit was and you tried there, thinking maybe he’d needed some air. 

You were right, you found him leaning on the railing alone. You walked to his side and touched his arm. 

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah. I just….. I don’t know. I didn’t like seeing someone else slow dancing with you. It would have okay it if was Hotch or Rossi, or even Morgan, but I didn’t like watching him with his hands on you.”

You turned to Spencer and took his hands into your own, placing them on your hips. 

“So put your hands on me instead then.” Another slow song had started up inside and you stepped closer to him, linking your arms around his neck. 

“Dance with me?”

He nodded and you slowly began to sway to the music together. In your heels it was easy for you to rest your head on his shoulder and as you did, you heard him sigh. 

“Spencer what’s wrong?” you whispered. Something was bugging him. 

“I just…. I just don’t want this to be over.”

“What to be over?“ 

“This. You and me. After tomorrow, there’s no reason for us to spend as much time with each other, no reason for us to be around each other as much as we have been lately. I don’t want it to go back to normal.”

“Spence, we talked about this though. I thought we were going to go out on an actual date and stuff? ”

“Y/N. I’ve seen the way guys look at you. You can have anyone you wanted. Why would you want to date me?”

“And I’ve seen the way girls look at you too. And it’s not just looks Spencer either. I’ve told you before, I think you’re perfect. And don’t say you’re not. Because what I mean, is that you’re perfect for me.” You pulled away to look up at him, disbelief colouring his eyes still. Why didn’t he get it? 

You tried again. “This isn’t just about sex for me Spencer, and I know it’s not for you either right?“ 


“Do you really think that if it had been me and Morgan or you and Emily left standing at the end of the original bet that it would have been extended?”

He considered your question before answering, “Probably not, no.”

“Garcia and Derek suggested this because they knew we liked each other, we’d told them as much before. But nothing was happening. They gave us an excuse to behave inappropriately towards each other. A reason to spend more time together. A cover for us to actually grow closer, develop a relationship out of this even.”

His eyes flickered at the word relationship. “Is that what we have?" 

You watched his face carefully. "Is that what you want?" 

The feeling of his mouth on yours was your answer. You kissed him back, tasting wine on his lips, moving your mouth against his gently; savouring the feeling. 

You pulled apart a few moments later remembering where you were. Anyone could walk out any second and see. 

"Spence, I’m feeling kinda tired. I think I’m gonna head back to my room.” You stared at him, hoping he’d get the message. He nodded. 

You slipped back through the ball room, making your way back up stairs to your room. A few minutes later, a knock on the door. 

“It’s open,” you called. He entered, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. You both just stood there, staring at each other.

Not saying a word you reached for the zip on the side of your dress, tugging it down and letting the dress fall to the floor leaving you standing in your heels and panties. And nothing else. 

Spencer crossed the room, shrugging out of his jacket as he went and falling to his knees in front of you. Pressing his lips to your tummy, he started peppering you with little butterfly kisses, his hands moving straight to the lace fabric covering your butt. 

He kissed every inch of your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button  earning a gasp from you as the feeling shot straight to your core. 

Dragging his lips upwards, his teeth catching on your skin, he didn’t stop when he got to your breast this time. One hand remaining on your ass, he moved the other to your chest, cupping you and massaging gently. His mouth continued it’s exploration, his tongue circling your pink nipple, latching onto it when he heard the moan that left you. 

Your own hands moved to his head, tangling in his wavy hair. You looked down at him at the same time as he looked up, your eyes meeting. 

Catching your other hard bud between his thumb and forefinger he tugged, sucking hard at the same time, his tongue flicking over it in quick succession. 

“Oh my God,” you whispered, biting down hard on your lip. 

You felt yourself growing wet between your legs as he did it again, tugging and pinching with one hand whilst sucking and flicking with his mouth and tongue, his eyes not moving from yours. 

The hand that was groping your ass moved, pushing between your thighs and rubbing it over your underwear. 

The friction of the lace being rubbed over your clit as he continued to work your nipples was almost unbearable and you let out a long moan. 

“Y/N, these panties are soaked.” Spencer’s words vibrated against your chest, your legs moving apart at the sound of his low breathy voice. It was amazing how different he sounded when he was turned on. 

“Uh huh. Take them off then." 

"In a sec.”

He dragged his hand over the front of the lace, rubbing right where he knew your clit would be. 

“Oh fuck……Oh.”

Your eyes closed as he rubbed faster over your underwear, your head arching back as he bit down gently on your chest. 

“Spencer…….ahhh. Oh shit.” You’d been in the room for less than ten minutes and you were going to come.

He pressed harder, sensing you were close. It was almost painful how turned on you felt. Just when you were ready to let go, he stopped. Withdrawing from you completely. 

“Wait….. Why have you stopped." 

"No reason,” he smirked, licking the tips of his fingers where he’d been touching you through your panties. You thought you were going to die right then and there. 

He stood in front of you tugging at his tie. You helped, starting to undo his shirt as he pulled the tie from around his neck, discarding it on the floor. 

You reached for his belt, unclasping it and before long, he was in the same state of undress that you were, the outline of his dick pressing hard against his shorts. 

You moved your hand to stroke it but he stopped you, gripping your wrist. “Not yet. I’m not gonna be able to last long this time as it is Y/N." 

"So make me come first then.”

“Oh I will.” He tugged you towards the bed, pushing you down gently so that you were flat against it. Moving to your hips he dragged your panties off then placed his hand back between your legs, his fingers skimming straight over your clit and going straight to your entrance. 

“You’re so fucking wet Y/N,” he murmured, his head resting on his other hand as he lay to the side of you, propped up. 

“Yeah well, take it as a compliment Spen…. Oh……Oh fuck.” You didn’t get chance to finish. Instead you felt him push two fingers inside your slit, curling them once inside. 

“Oh jeez Y/N. I can’t wait to put my dick inside here. It’s so warm and tight.”

“So do….. Oh my god… it Spencer.”

“In a second.”

He started pumping with his fingers, his long digits hitting your g spot and causing you to whimper. Your clit was throbbing still, dying to be touched, although from the look on Spencer’s face he knew what you wanted. He just wasn’t going to do it yet. 

Fine. You slid your own hand down your body, finding your hard bundle with your own fingers and starting to rub as Spencer’s hand thrusted against you. 

“Stop it Y/N. That’s my job now.“

"Then fucking do it already,” you whined. 

“In a second.” He curled his fingers again causing your hips to lift off the bed as he pushed them deep inside you before retracting altogether. 

“So…. Mouth or fingers Y/N?” He moved, positioning himself between your knees. 


He laughed, “I told you. Not yet. It’ll be over to soon.”

“I don’t care!" 

"Yes you do. I recall you telling me before that it didn’t matter if I took 30 minutes or 30 seconds as long as I made you come first.”

“Then hurry up and make me come then.” You were getting impatient and he was loving it. 

“I will. Now mouth or fingers?” he asked again. 


“As you wish.” Spreading your legs he lowered his mouth to your centre. Licking a thick stripe up from your slit, he moaned. 

Your hands were gripping the sheets in anticipation and he licked again, starting from your ass all the way up to your clit before sucking on it hard. He began to move his mouth against you, sucking and rolling your throbbing aching clit with his tongue and teeth before pushing his fingers back inside you, resuming his thrusts. 

It was too much, he was too good at this. He flicked his tongue against you quickly, hearing your breathing and gasps quicken as you moaned his name again. 

"Spencer… OH FUCK… Ah… Oh….. ” No longer capable of forming words, you let go, shuddering against his mouth as he licked and fucked you with his hand, your orgasm burning through you. 

You shudders reduced to trembles now, Spencer spoke, “You know, if I were to carry on, chances are you’d have a multiple orgasm.”

“Seriously Reid, shorts off, dick out and inside me now. You can try and give me one with that.” Your head was pounding but you needed him to fuck you properly. 

“Not likely, unless your playing with yourself at the same time Y/N. You know most orgasms come from clitoral stimulation.”

He was right but you tugged his hair hard pulling him up to you and using your feet and legs to push his boxers down. 

“Just fucking put it in okay.” You grinned at him, seeing him do the same as he adjusted himself at your entrance, before slowly pushing inside. You both groaned and he lowered his forehead so that it was resting against yours, capturing your lips in a kiss as you both got used to the sensation. 

“Y/N,” he pulled his lips away. 

“Hmmmmm?” You smoothed his hair back from his face. 

“This feels amazing.” He shifted back onto his arms and started to move inside you, slowly at first but increasing his momentum quickly. 

Lifting your legs, your wrapped them around his waist knowing it made you tighter for him. Slipping your hand back between you, you started to rub at your clit, quickly feeling another orgasm beginning to build as Spencer thrust away inside you. 

The look in his eyes, and the groans and gasps that escaped him told you he was close. You squeezed hard, causing his eyes to widen at the sensation of you clenched around him as he drove deep inside you. 

You rubbed frantically ready to come again when Spencer groaned loudly and his hips ground hard against yours. You could feel him releasing himself inside you and you continued rubbing, a second orgasm overtaking your body seconds later. 

He pumped a few more times, more slowly, his face damp with sweat and exertion, before collapsing on top of you.

You lowered your legs back down to the bed and wrapped your arms around him as he buried his face into your neck. 

“Fuck me…. ” he muttered into your neck. 

“You kinda just did,” you giggled, playing with his hair softly. 

He kissed your neck gently. “You know what I mean…..That was just….“ 

"Amazing, brilliant, the best sex of your life? Cos that pretty much sums it up for me” you offered. 

“Really? Even though it didn’t last that long?”

“Yep. You’re amazing Spencer. I’m not going to be able stop looking at your mouth now that I know what you can do with it.”

“Y/N, you’re constantly looking at my mouth anyway.”

So he’d noticed then. You chuckled, “What can I say. You have nice lips. And now I know what they feel like on me. I’m claiming them as my own personal property. Just so you know.”

“You can have them for as long as you want them.” He kissed your neck again, nuzzling against you. 



“Cool. How does forever sound?” you asked him tentatively, suddenly scared. 

He pulled his head away so he could look at you. When he was certain you were being serious he replied, “Sounds perfect.”

“Awesome. Now how long before you’re ready to go again, cos I’ve got a huge tub in the bathroom and I’ve kinda always had a thing about you with wet hair as well.”

He pulled himself away from you, moving off the bed and tugging you with him. 

“My Queen’s wish is her command. 

When the alarm went off the next morning, you were both thoroughly exhausted, having got maybe an hour of sleep at most. 

You ached, but in a good way. You lay there, Spencer’s hand tracing lazy patterns on your bare back. You felt…… Happy. 

The rest of last night had been spent exploring every inch of other bodies, kissing, caressing and sucking every part of each other that you could. The second, third and fourth time Spencer had fucked you had lasted much longer than the first and by 5am you were well and truly orgasmed out. 

In between all of the moaning, you two had talked, laughing and joking together, a constant smile on both of your faces. You really didn’t want to leave this room now. 

You rolled over to face Spencer, a smile on his face when he saw you were awake. He immediately placed his hand on your hip, pulling you close. 

"Good morning,” his voice was croaky from the lack of sleep. 

“It IS a very good morning isn’t it?”

“I still can’t believe we actually did it.”

“And I still can’t believe that it wasn’t a total letdown. We’d built it up for so long.” You smoothed his hair back from his face, before nestling closer to him. 

He laughed. “I’d offer another round, but I genuinely think we’ve broken my dick. I can use other things though.”

“Spencer if you even dare try to touch me again, I think I’ll cry. I feel like I’ve spent all weekend horse back riding. I’m sooo sore. Give it 12 hours at least.”

You leaned in for a kiss, tasting sleep on his lips. 

“What do we tell the others when they ask who won? Because they’ll definitely know something happened,” he asked when he pulled back. 

“Erm well technically neither of us said it. But you WERE the one to touch me somewhere you shouldn’t have first…… But I’m willing to call it a draw.”

“They’re gonna be so pissed.”

“I know.”

“Y/N?” His hands carresed your cheek softly. 


“This isn’t a dream is it?”

“No Spence, it’s not. Although it feels a bit like that to me too. I think it’s the lack of sleep. Shall we go find some coffee?”

“Can you just insert a drip directly into my veins so I don’t have to move?”

You nudged him. “Come on lazy. We can go back to bed later….. To sleep.”

“Among other things?” he raised his eyebrows. 

“We’ll see.”

You showered, changed and entered the breakfast room together, holding hands. 

The rest of the team were already there and when Derek clocked the hand holding, he started clapping, the rest of the team and then the room slowly joining in and cheering. 

You both couldn’t help but blush as you made your way to the teams table, pulling up chairs.

“Soooo?” Derek asked, a shit eating grin on his face. 

“Oh handsome, do you really need to ask. Did you not see the way she walked? Of course they did it. A fair few times I’m guessing.”

You nodded at Derek to clarify and held up four fingers to him, his eyes widening as he whacked Spencer on his back. “My man!" 

"So who won then, Pen?” JJ asked. 

She pulled out her phone, flicking through her apps. 

“Who caved? Cos three people had tonight but with different outcomes.”

You looked at each other before Spencer answered. “It was kinda a draw. We both gave in at the same time." 

"I kinda thought that would happen. Soooo…. ” Penelope chucked an envelope at you. “That’s the original six hundred from the first bet. Share it, have a weekend away or something because I presume you two are now a thing?”

You both nodded, smiling. Penelope squeaked, clapping her hands. “Told you our plan would work,” she directed her comment at Morgan. 

You laughed muttering to Spencer, “Told you…..” He squeezed your hand under the table in response. 

“And I’ve just messaged the winner to come and collect.”

“How much is the prize money anyway?” Emily asked her. 

“Nine thousand, seven hundred.”

Spencer sputtered and you paused, hand mid air. 


“Well it was a hundred dollar buy in. Pretty much every Agent in the building had a go.”

Every agent in the building knew about yours and Spencer sex life. Fantastic. 

You continued on with your breakfast, light chatter filling the silence. You felt a hand grasp you lightly on your shoulder and you turned to see Erin Strauss stood behind you, her hand on Reid’s shoulder as well. 

“I believe I have you two to thank for funding this year’s trip to Aspen. I’m sure Agent Hotchner has already warned you both not to let this impact on your work, although knowing the both of you, I’m certain it won’t. Congratulations, you two make a lovely couple.”

She collected another envelope from Garcia before winking at Rossi, him quickly pushing his chair back and following her out of the room. 

“Strauss?” Everyone was unanimous in their disbelief. 

“Yup. She was one of the first people to get in on it when we opened the pool up. Rossi must have told her about it because I certainly didn’t include her in the email.”

“I knew I should have bet on the draw.” Hotch gave you both a rare grin.

“I still can’t believe either of you lasted as long as you did. You swear last night was the first time you did it?” Derek spoke. 

“First time we did IT yes.”

“Wait….. You’re saying you did something else before? You can’t have? That makes someone else a winner. There were rules guys. Spill.”

“We didn’t break any rules Morgan. Spencer may have found a loophole though that we exploited a few weeks ago.” You smirked at Reid. 

“Okay, I don’t need to hear this. I’m done guys anyway. I’ll meet you all in an hour to drive back.” Aaron pushed back from the table. 

“Well I do need to hear it,” Prentiss leant in, Garcia, Morgan and JJ nodding in agreement. 

“So erm… We said no actual touching, no sex and no self relief right. Well there was a way around it.”

You watched them thinking, desperately trying to work it out until Emily gasped, her hand clasping over her mouth. 

“A Ryan based way?” she asked. 

“Well…. He bought a new one but yes.”

The girl’s jaws dropped, them all looking at Spencer with a new found appreciation. 

Derek took a little while longer to get it. 

“Wait….. You did what….. Kid!” He shook his head, his eyes wide as he stared at Spencer. “Pretty Boy got game.”

“Yup. He definitely does.” You confirmed. “And that’s what I’ve named this one…. Pretty Boy.”

The table erupted with laughter and you leant over, kissing Spencer on the cheek before whispering in his ear. 

“Although the real thing was much better.

anonymous asked:

Hi, can I request hc of RFA+ minor trio (is it too much?) on MC who has bad sense of humor just like Jumin.

I’m sorry but i dont write Vanderwood. You couldn’t know since I just found out when i wrote this that i have no idea how he/she (don’t judge idk lmao) would react so sorry for that!
✨ Yoosung
* The two of you were just watching a movie
* It was a comedy so Yoosung was laughing 24/7
* You thought it was okay jokes didn’t really seem funny to you
* “Hey MC why aren’t you laughing is something wrong” he asked
* “Nah i just don’t think its that funny but watching tou laugh is” lololol
* “ alright tell me something funny then”
* You were like o shit
* “ one time I called my teacher mom lol”
* “And then what?”
* “I cried”
* Yoosung would have this awkward laugh
* He would laugh at your jokes but only because he loves you lol

✨ Zen
* You and Zen were on a date
* Zen was telling you cheesy pickup lines all day
* They were actually really funny aswell
* The date was coming to an end
* And Zen asked “ hey this may be silly but could you tell me your cheesiest pickup line”
* After 10 minutes you replied with:
* “ is your name ‘my future husband’ bc you are”
* Zen was like
* …
* O
* Ha ha ha
* Good one Mc
* He’d never ask you again lmao

✨ Jaehee
* Ok but jaehee would laugh at you no matter what like i cannot think of a reason why she wouldn’t laugh ahsndnsnns sorry

✨ Jumin
* You were sitting next to Jumin when he told Seven another “joke”
* Seven literally facepalmed himself
* “Shut up Jumin”
* “Hey I thought it was funny” you said defending Jumin
* “Well tell us a joke then MC”
* Everyone was waiting for you to open your mouth
* “How does Elizabeth ask for a treat?” “Can i have a treat Pawlease”
* It was silent
* Then Jumin laughed
* Yes he laughed
* Everyone was like this is a match made in heaven

✨ Seven
* He’s the pun master
* So of course he was telling you tons of puns
* “Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? Hes all right now.”
* “Why don’t some couples go to the gym? Because some relationships don’t work out.”
* “Hey mc tell me a pun”
* “I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.”
* Seven laughed
* “That was so bad it actually made me laugh”
* He would teach you how to tell funny puns so don’t worry

✨ Saeran
* He was having a bad day
* Seven tried to cheer him up
* But Saeran only wanted your attention
* So you bought him ice cream
* And you decided to tell him a joke
* Because jokes always make you laugh
* “ i asked my mom if i was adopted once. Hilarious, she replied. Why would we choose you?”
* Saeran stopped eating is ice cream
* “Well thats sad”
* And then he hugged me
* “Saeran it was a joke”
* “I know and it sucked lol”

✨ V
* You were having dinner
* V was talking about how he loves you
* You just kept laughing because it was adorable
* “Hey mc why wont you try to make me laugh?”
* “Oh sure lemme think”
* You thought about the perfect joke and finally
* “What do you call a blind dinosaur? A-do-you-think-he-saur-us ”
* …
* “Hahah very funny Mc”
* It was an awkward laugh but V loves you too much not to laugh at your jokes