this took me like two hours i think but so worth it *u*

Whatever U Want

Summary: When Y/N finally has a few hours to herself, she decides to use her time wisely. By wisely that  means calling her favorite phone sex line  Whatever U Want.  After several different session with the sexy Ryan, she begins to think it might be her best friend Dean.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Annie (OFC)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk, female masturbation, sex toys, boners

Rated M

Word Count: 1,651

A/N: This was my submission for @notnaturalanahi Crack Challenge! Thank you again for giving me an extension.Thanks again to @impala-dreamer for beta reading my stuff!  Feedback is always welcomed I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by pinkriver69

Originally posted by hugs4sammy



“Dean?” You called out from your room down the hall in the bunker. You turned your head slightly, waiting to hear if he would respond to you. After you didn’t get a response from Dean you looked towards Sam’s room, the door shut. “Hey Sam!” You went silent again waiting for any kind of answer.

Letting out the breath you had been holding in, you shut your bedroom door. The two of them must have finally gone on that supply run they were bickering about this morning. Which meant you had an hour or two of alone time all for yourself! Seeing how the three of you had been crammed in a motel room for a good week, you needed a break from the testosterone. You needed some personal playtime with yourself more than ever.

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Self Conclusion

This is slightly AU in that Jughead and Betty don’t talk in high school. They aren’t dating and never have. They don’t talk to one another. All incidents with Betty’s family (Polly being pregnant, etc) and Jughead’s Dad (being in jail) have happened. Inspired by Self Conclusion by The Spill Canvas, Liability by Lorde and Intertwined by Dodie.

Warnings for dark thoughts, depression, talk of suicide.


Chapter One

In between the towns of Riverdale and Greendale, just beyond Sweetwater River, is a bank of cliffs. The further you climb, the higher they get. There’s even a fence to deter people from going to the top. 

Betty had been coming here for months. She climbed under the fence, the setting sun and heavy mist sending a shiver down her spine. She slowly dropped down to the ground, scooting her legs over the edge. The dirt and gravel stuck to her clammy palms, but she barely noticed. She was here almost every day, the same thoughts racing through her mind - j u m p.

Betty sighed to herself and reached behind her back, feeling for a rock. She felt a flat, smooth stone in her palm. She felt the weight, tossing it in her palm before winding up and throwing it with all her might over the precipice. 

She heard footsteps against gravel in the distance, getting louder and louder with each passing moment. Her heart hammered in her chest as she scooted away from the edge of the cliff.

She was dusting the dirt from her jeans as she came face-to-face with Jughead Jones. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. He held her gaze for a moment before widening his eyes, trying to make her uncomfortable.

“What are you doing here?” He blurted.

“Just looking at the view,” Betty shrugged.

“What view? It’s foggy as fuck.” As if to make Jughead’s point, fat drops of rain started to fall, making the stone darker where it landed. “I have definitive plans here and just because you’re here doesn’t mean I’m going to change them.”

It took Betty a moment before she realized what he meant - he was here for the same reason as she, except he seemed set on following through with his plan. 

He was dressed simply, jeans and a t-shirt with an S emblazoned on it, a jean jacket and a pair of converse. She realized, looking at him, that his usual beanie and suspenders were missing. Whenever she saw him in the halls, he was never without them.

“You’re in my way, blondie.”

“I’m not moving. Y-you can’t jump.” Betty steeled herself as best she could against the chilly, damp air. She needed to stand her ground just in case he did anything.

Jughead scoffed and rolled his eyes. She could see him eyeing the cliff behind her, the rocks, the mist and fog surrounding them. 

“What do you care? You don’t even know me.” He said, looking her dead in the eye. It was a challenge.

“I know, but I’d like to change that. Give me a chance to change that?” Betty cocked an eyebrow.

Jughead shook his head. “Just like that, huh? Are you trying to take on a project? You’ll walk down the cliffs until we’re on solid ground and turn tail and run just like everyone else. Just let me get this over with.”

“No, it’s not like that. I used to see you with Archie. I… I heard about your dad. I’d truly like to get to know you, Jughead.”

Jughead stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

 “I mean, won’t you miss…” She trailed off. How was she supposed to list reasons why he should stay alive when moments before he arrived, she was contemplating the same thing he was about to do? “Won’t you miss milkshakes and french fries and sunrises? That feeling you get when you watch a new movie for the first time and you just feel how great it is deep in your soul? When you wake up from an amazing night’s sleep? Biting into a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie?”

“Wow,” Jughead laughed. It was a humorless, empty sound. “You make it sound so easy to be alive, Betty, but let me save you the trouble - I’m already dead inside. None of those things are worth staying for.”

Betty bit her lip. She couldn’t let this happen. “Trust me, I know how badly you want to do this. But… but what if instead of jumping, you stay with me. Stay here with me, we won’t go our separate ways once we walk down to solid ground.”

“What do you mean?” Jughead’s eyebrows knit in conclusion.

“My family’s gone for the weekend. Come and stay with me and I’ll prove to you why it’s not worth doing this.” What the hell was she saying? How was she going to prove it to him?

“You make it sound so easy. It’s not like I’ll spend a few hours with you and I’ll be cured.” Jughead shoved his hands deeper into his jean pockets. The rain was picking up, making him wish more than anything he hadn’t left his hat at home.

“I know you won’t be cured. But, if we can get you to re-think this, there’s hope. We can get help. Get-get you help.” Betty dug at the gravel with the toe of her shoe. She only looked down for a second - her eyes snapped back to Jughead as soon as he made the slightest of movements. “Plus, it’ll be for more than a few hours. Give me a few days.”

Jughead sighed. “Look, this really isn’t -”

“Give me seventy-two hours, Jughead.”

He snorted. “Twenty-four.”

“Sixty.”

“Look, I could stand here and try and convince you, or you could come home with me and we could get warm. Give me forty-eight hours, Jughead.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll play along. I’ll give you forty-eight hours to try and convince me, but Christ, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I’ll come back and fucking fling myself off this cliff, and -”

Betty steeled herself against the rain, pounding down against them now. She was facing Jughead, her back toward the edge of the cliff. Fog hung thickly around them.

“Why are you doing this, anyway? Why do you care? You could pretend you were never up here.”

“Because I know what you’re going through.” Betty crossed her arms tightly against her chest. “Minutes before you got here, I was going to jump, too.”

Jughead’s hardened exterior softened, his tight-knit eyebrows and permanent frown changing into something almost sympathetic. He didn’t say a word.

She extended her hand toward him, rain rolling down her cheek. “What do you say, Jughead? My house?”

He nodded ever so slightly, taking her hand and leading her away from the cliff’s edge. 

Just Between Us (Jungkook angst/fluff)

Request: “You and Jungkook are secretly dating and there’s a scandal telling that he’s hiding his relationship" - from mymisstina

Originally posted by jung-koook

Word count: 1.8k

Genre: Angst/fluff


You pulled back the curtain and peered out, squinting against the sunlight. Your neighbor was taking out the trash and a woman was jogging past. You scanned the street for anything suspicious, then pulled the curtain closed.

“Can we just have the curtains open, please,” your dad called from the couch, not turning away from the TV.

“No,” you said. “Not yet.”

“What are you expecting to see, exactly?” your mom asked. You turned and watched her fold laundry on the dining table.

“I don’t know,” you said. “People taking pictures of the house. People throwing eggs.”

She laughed.

“Honey, no one’s looking for you.”

You opened the curtain again and looked around. You knew that she was right, and you weren’t sure why you were struggling to relax. They couldn’t exactly track you down based on a dumb cutesy nickname. But you were worried that your anonymity might make the whole thing more intriguing. They didn’t know who you were, so finding your identity might seem like a challenge to some of them.

You glanced down at your phone, wishing that Jungkook would hurry up with his rehearsal and text you. He always knew how to sooth your anxiety. Even when the pictures came out, he knew exactly what to say.

It was two days earlier. You were in his dorm, on a date. Your dates were almost always confined to either his place or yours, as going out together would cause too much of a stir. He had left the room to take a call, and reentered looking worried.

“What?” you asked.

“Don’t be mad,” he said. He sat close beside you and held your hand. “I did something dumb.”

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Prepare for Trouble (Yoongi x Reader)

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL SERIES #3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff + Humour

Summary: Yoongi helps you escape detention so you can spend Valentine’s Day together.

Word count: 983 words 


You let your head hit the desk as you slumped forward in your seat. The bell rang shrilly in the background, signalling the end of the school day.

Unfortunately for you, you were stuck serving another detention. Something about not adhering to the school’s dress code (it might of had something to do with the fact that you were wearing a “school ruined my life” hoodie on a day that wasn’t Casual Friday).

Normally, a detention wouldn’t bother you much. But today was different. It was Valentine’s Day, and your boyfriend Yoongi had promised you would spend the day together.

You and Yoongi had been together for almost a year but didn’t see each other very frequently. Over the last spring break, you had met at a music workshop. You performed as a duo, affectionately dubbing yourselves “Team Trouble.”

Yoongi lived two hours away by train. The majority of your communication took place over text or Skype, but somehow, you made it work.

Groaning, you pulled out your phone and hid it underneath the desk. You tapped a quick message to Yoongi.

SENT 3:35 PM

srry babe im in detention

RECEIVED  3:35 PM

dude wtf the one day…

SENT 3:36 PM

i didnt choose the thug life, it chose me 💔

RECEIVED 3:37 PM

dont worry. im gonna get you outta there.

You stifled a laugh, butterflies forming in your stomach. Truthfully, you were dying to see Yoongi again. Your last date was two weeks ago, and meetings were becoming fewer and father in between.

“Y/N!” your teacher barked, making you jump. Your phone slipped out of your fingers and landed on the ground with a loud thud. You picked up, cursing once you realized the spiderweb of cracks had grown farther. “Put that phone away.”

Rolling your eyes, you tucked your phone into your back pocket. Stretching over the desk yet again, you let your eyelids flutter shut. Soon enough, you felt the familiar pulls of sleep and surrendered to them.


Tap. Tap Tap.

Your eyes shot open as you registered the sharp sound of something colliding against the window beside you. Looking over your shoulder, you spotted a blond boy whipping stones from two storeys below.

This boy, of course, was Yoongi. Your boyfriend. The James to your Jessie.

With wide eyes, you retrieved your phone. You then realized you had several unread messages from Yoongi. You opted to ignore them.

SENT 4:25 PM

what aRE YOU DOING

You watched as Yoongi stopped throwing pebbles and took out his phone.

RECEIVED 4:26 PM

thank god its you…i can’t really see from here

SENT 4:26 PM

ok but that doesn’t answer my question

RECEIVED 4:26 PM

you werent answering my texts so

RECEIVED 4:27 PM

anyways just jump

SENT 4:27 PM

DO U WANT ME TO DIE?

RECEIVED 4:27 PM

relax, you wont. besides ill catch u

Sure, Yoongi would catch you. More like his crushed, broken body would once you landed on him. But you saw him looking up at you expectantly, a gummy smile on his face. And damn, a broken ankle would be worth the fall.

You turned and began to open the window.

The teacher looked up at you suspiciously. “Y/N,” he demanded, his eyes narrowing. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just opening the window,” you replied breezily. “It’s kinda stuffy in here, don’t you think?”

Using your entire body, you pushed the heavy window open completely. It didn’t open as wide as you had hoped, but you could probably fit through the opening.

You glanced back up at the teacher, noting that he had gone back to grading papers. Unceremoniously, you chucked your backpack out of the window and watched delightedly as Yoongi stumbled to catch it.

Quickly, you stood up and swung your legs over the window sill. The teacher shot up from his seat, a threat forming on his lips.

“Y/N, don’t you dare–” he shouted, but the rest of his message was lost as you pushed yourself through the small opening.

The drop was only a second in duration, but time slowed as you tumbled to the ground. You could feel a wild smile stretching over your face. Yoongi’s body appeared closer and closer with each passing moment. His arms were outstretched, and, squeezing your eyes shut, you reached out for him and prepared for the impact.

The adrenaline numbed the pain from the initial impact. When you opened your eyes, you were sprawled over Yoongi’s chest. Quickly, you scrambled upright and lifted your weight off of Yoongi.

“Oh my god!” you shrieked as Yoongi remained motionless. “Yoongi? Are you okay!?”

His eyelids fluttered open as he struggled to inhale. “Fine,” he wheezed, thumping his chest. “Winded.”

You stood up and pulled Yoongi to his feet, satisfied to see he was still capable of holding himself upright. You grabbed your backpack from the grass and peered upwards.

Your teacher’s upper body was leaning out of the windowsill. He was screaming incoherently, veins popping out of his neck and redness spreading over his entire face.

“Sorry, sir,” Yoongi called. He grabbed your hand and held it up for the teacher to see. “I’m going to be borrowing this one for awhile.”

You and Yoongi sprinted off of school property, your carefree laughter carried away by the wind. The cold February air nipped at your cheeks, and neither of you were dressed warmly enough to be outside. Yet, in that moment, everything was perfect. It was with absolute certainty that you knew you were happiest with Yoongi’s hand in yours.


That evening, Yoongi took you out to dinner and presented you with a stuffed Meowth. “For old time’s sake,” he said.

With a laugh, you accept the gift and wrapped your arms around Yoongi’s waist. “Prepare for trouble,” you began with a smile.

“Make it double,” he finished, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

- Girl in Luv

A/N: Why did I reference Pokémon AGAIN? The world will never know…Anyways, hope you enjoyed Young and Pure Yoongi™ 

anonymous asked:

andreil 63: “I think there’s someone in the house.” please?

shout out to the help from @andrewjsten u da cooliest and um it’s on ao3, leave a comment, i love those

Way It Goes


The worst part about playing professional exy, was that you didn’t get much say in what team you played for. Sure, yeah, there was a little bit of say, but not nearly enough. Neil had only been playing pro for two years and Andrew had one year on him, but they didn’t have enough sway with management to even discuss bringing the other onto their team. Neil had a significant scoring history to back what he said, so he felt like maybe in a year or so, after a lot of forced networking, he could convince management to bring Andrew onto the team. Andrew however, didn’t have scoring history, however he did have a significant ability to shut out the other team from scoring. The only problem, he was a very prickly person, and he wouldn’t have the support of his team or his management if he tried to broach who to sign. He would have to kiss a lot of ass and play nice for years to get there and he wasn’t about to stoop to that level.

So, while they might not have a lot of time together during the season, there were moments that were hastily snatched in free moments, where, more often than not, Andrew and Neil shared a cigarette before falling into bed, waking up in a shitty motel, taking a shower, and speeding off to the airport to get on separate flights. They had discussed whether they thought the money and the time was worth it to end up just sleeping on a crappy bed, and maybe sharing exhausted hand jobs and lazy kisses was worth it. (They agreed that even for a night, it was always worth it, but not in so many words.)

It was an especially rare treat when their teams played one other. It meant no extra travel and no shitty motels. It allowed extra hours shared between the two of them to relearn one others body and habits. Neil liked having his hair pulled and Andrew had a praise kink the size of Kevin Day’s ego, and it worked out beautifully for Neil because it was the only time he could compliment Andrew’s exy skills and only get a minor grumble and a sharp tug to his hair in retaliation. That only lead to Neil waxing lyrical about Andrew’s skills on and off the court, and Andrew would kill Neil but then Neil would lick a stripe up the column of his throat and Andrew forgot exactly why he was planning where to hide Neil’s body.

Falling asleep, happy and sated, next to Andrew was probably Neil’s favorite thing in the entire world. Feeling the other man’s weight mirroring his own on the bed helped Neil sleep better. He especially liked when he slept at Andrew’s because Andrew’s queen sized bed was shoved against a wall and had a chest of drawers at the foot of the bed, so if Andrew had to get up in the night he had to crawl over Neil to get out of bed. Instead of sliding out at the foot of the bed like he could at Neil’s. Neil loved being woken up to Andrew saying his name softly, then rolling onto Neil’s back. He liked being pressed down into the sheets for a moment before Andrew completed his roll and padded softly across the floor, beckoning for Neil to follow.

However, this particular night, Andrew didn’t immediately roll off of Neil, which was odd because Andrew was never the type of person to hold Neil down, in any context. He only allowed himself that brief moment because Neil had hesitantly conveyed how much he liked it and how it made him feel safe. So, when Andrew didn’t immediately roll off, Neil was on high alert.

Andrew leaned down and barely whispered, “I think there’s someone in the house.”

When Andrew climbed out of bed, Neil quickly followed, and once he was up, he could hear the noise that must have woken Andrew; a dull thudding coming from their front door. Neil walked towards the door with his back to a wall at all times, skirting the edges of the room, while Andrew just walked up to the door and flipped the lock. That was when Neil started hissing from across the room.

“What the fuck Andrew? You think there’s an intruder and you’re just going to open the fucking door? We should be jumping out the window and heading to Kevin’s house or something. He only lives like 40 minutes away. Put on your shoes, let’s go. If you go out the window by the fish tank, the balcony below has a couch and they’re on the first floor and it’s really not that far of a dr—”

“Neil, I’m not just going to leave. We have to deal with this stuff as it comes. I said I would protect you, remember? If you’re so worried, grab me a bat or something,” Andrew said.

“I cannot believe you would make a baseball reference on the most trying night of my life,” Neil said. But he still grabbed a frying pan on the countertop and handed it to Andrew.

The thudding noise was persistent, albeit slowly abetting, and even though the door was unlocked, whatever was on the other side hadn’t even turned the knob. Not that anything would have gotten in, Andrew’s foot was braced against the door and he had all his weight against it.

Andrew got in position and gestured to Neil to swing the door open. Neil had picked up a metal spatula and Andrew rolled his eyes before asking if he was going to spank the intruder to death. Neil flipped him off before yanking the door open.

Andrew immediately took a swing and his momentum was almost too much for him to stop before hitting a grand slam with Kevin Day’s face. (Jesus another baseball reference?)

Andrew dropped the frying pan an inch from Kevin’s face because he couldn’t slow down enough, and it dropped on Kevin’s foot. Kevin let out a curse and dropped a half empty handle of vodka and red glitter? He then fell forward into Andrew who sidestepped out of the way, letting him land face first on the carpet.

“Andrew, what the fuck? He’s not moving,” Neil said, poking Kevin with his toe.

“Leave him there for all I care.”

“We can’t just leave him on the floor. Help me move him to the couch. I’ll take his legs.”

“You just don’t want to have to carry the weight of his big head, you used to be a martyr.”

“You told me not to be.” Neil stuck his tongue out at Andrew.

By the time they got Kevin to the couch, Andrew had sworn on his tub of chocolate rocky road that one day he would murder Kevin Day and his big head. Neil was bent over laughing when Kevin woke up and puked red glitter and vodka onto the floor.

“And with that, Neil, I’m going to turn in for the night. Take care of your exy boyfriend. I need my beauty rest if I’m going to beat your team tomorrow.”

“What the fuck? Andrew?”

fandomlover267  asked:

What would the RFA dress up as for Halloween?

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

PREPARE FOR ANGST SOON 

° Yoosung

  • Halloween is is favourite time of the year because he can go dressed out as whatever he wants!!
  • but most importantly
  • COUPLE!! HALLOWEEN!! OUTFITS!!
  • HE CAN FINALLY PROVE HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND [no one believes him]
  • he wants to show his ‘manliness[okay qt] so he dresses up as a LOLOL warrior - buuuut he doesn’t buy his costume no
  • apart from him being broke - he wants to make the costume at home
  • asking you for help you both spend weEKS on the costume making sure everything is perfect down to the T
  • all the SMALLEST details are covered, he even asks you to plan his hairstyle for the day
  • ….you guys are co-ordinated as fUCK
  • “Yoosung.. you have’t done any of your college work..”
  • “THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT”
  • so when the college Halloween party actually arrives he flips the fuck out and he’s ready to show you off to the world \ (•◡•) /
  • stays by your side the WHOLE time telling everyone you’re his girlfriend
  • and we’re totally partners in LOLOL too who’s jealous??
  • “…nO Yoosung we can’t fight the other people no matter how much stronger we are together seriously for the last tIME”
  • “YOU’VE TOLD THAT GUY WE’VE BEEN DATING 3 TIMES”
  • “but does he know that we’re actually dating anD OW OKAY DON’T PINCH ME” [tough warrior my ass]
  • after he’s proven to everyone he has a girlfriend he gets bored
  • so you both end stealing sweets from the bar countertop and shoving them in your pockets - you need SOME candy right??
  • escape the hall with a trail of sweets falling out behind you
  • end up changing out of your outfits and going home to change into my comfortable clothes and playing games while munching sweets
  • NO HORROR MOVIES
  • he freaks out despite saying he’s okay - but you know better
  • so you suggest video games and that was the end to the perfect night

° Zen

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

° Jaehee

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

° Jumin

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

Saeyoung

  • the devout catholic wants to dress up as an angel 
  • NAAAH THATS MY COSTUME GIVE IT BACK MAKE UR OWN
  • you bicker about who would be a cuter angel [he would]
  • so he decides to make a costume one last minute and keeps it a surprise from you and reveals it in the evening
  • its a 2D car made out of cardboard with two cutouts so that you both could see and while walking 
  • “GET IN LOSER WE’RE GOING SHOPPING TRICK OR TREATING”
  • such fuCKING DORKS - you’re wearing a onesie underneath too jesus
  • tbh I don’t think you’ll ever see Saeyoung happier than he is now?
  • you’re the oldest people who are outside knocking on other people’s door but you’re also the happiest
  • you have b u c k e t s of sweets and you ignore all the weird ass looks everyone else is giving you [kids envy you]
  • “BEEP BEEP”
  • “SAEYOUNG YOU CAN’T HONK AT PEOPLE THATS RUDE
  • at one point some kid tries takes one of Saeyoung’s buckets and he was about to go crazy
  • you had to calm him down before he actually chased the kid but he was pouty for the rest of the night - besides you had about 8 buckets
  • the car outfit was a great idea but it had a few ..problems?
  • “SHIT MC I NEED TO GO TO THE TOILET”
  • “you’re mAD IF YOU THINK IM GOING INTO THE MENS TOILET”
  • .. and that was the first time you ever walked into the mens toilet but you were t r a u m a t i z ed 
  • you’re the last ones out giggling on the streets until you’ve literally covered the whole neighbourhood
  • another struggle of the car was actually getting through the door and you’re both pressed up against each other trying to get though
  • “MOVE YOUR FAT SIDE MIRROR MC
  • “IT’S YOUR FUCKING MIRROR YOU IDIOT”
  • eventually you just break the cardboard car and tip the sweets on to the floor settling down to watch a movie
  • don’t get me wrong you’re both REALLY scared of horror movies so you both end up not sleeping 
  • you just scream at every stupid jumpscare until dawn while eating a l l the sweets you collected until dawn
  • “I’m never.. eating sweets again”
Make Me Forget (Grayson) Part 1

Summary: Certain moments in life and certain people are worth forgetting. Forget the pain, and forget the ones who hurt you. But sometimes you need a little help to forget. Can he make her forget? Or will she forget him?

Word Count: 2966

Warnings: Some cursing.

A/N: Hey lovelies! This is our first ever mini series!! Angie, and I were talking one day, and I just had this crazy idea to write a little story. Angie was against it at first, because we never done any writing on our blog before, so we didn’t know if we would be any good at it, but after some convincing, she gave in! We threw around some ideas for a story line, and well here we are! We never really written anything before, so feedback from you guys would be great! That way we can get an idea of whether or not you guys like it, or if you guys hate it! Seriously don’t be afraid to tell us we suck! We love you guys! Hope you guys enjoy Make Me Forget ♥

- Quick s/o to @dolan-twin-trash for pushing us to do this! Thanks babe, love you! ♥  

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“Two years! Two fucking years, and he breaks up with me over a damn text message?” I screamed to myself, as I pace around my apartment searching for my car keys. I managed to find them, and walked over to the kitchen island to grab my purse, before making my way out the door of my apartment, and towards my car.

 My make up was half done, my hair was still in curlers, I was in my sweats, and house shoes. I honestly look like a fucking train wreck. I was in the middle of getting ready for my date with my boyfriend Trey, until he texted me and pretty much broke up with me an hour before our date. I picked up my phone to call my best friend Cristina, to let her know that I’m on my way over. I called her about three times, and just my luck no answer! I suddenly realized that she was probably over at her boyfriend Ethan’s apartment. I quickly made a u-turn and started heading that way. 

The whole drive there, all I could think about was why Trey could’ve wanted to break up with me. He didn’t even bother to call me! I mean seriously breaking up with someone over a text message is probably the most cowardly thing to do! I didn’t even care about the date at this point. He ended a two year relationship over a 4 word text message! I was so deep in thought that I didn’t realize I had already pulled up in front of the apartment complex. 

Before getting out the car I grabbed the hoodie that was in the passenger seat and threw it on because I was only wearing a Nike sports bra. I pulled out my phone to call Cristina one more time, before heading upstairs. Still no answer. “What the hell is this girl doing?” I whispered to myself, rather annoyed. I understand she’s with Ethan, but she always answers my calls. Hell she even answers the phone when their having sex!  I quickly brushed away the thought, and started heading up to the second floor. 

“2110, 2111, 2112 …” I counted as I passed the apartments making sure I didn’t pass it up. “2116.” I whispered, as I approached the apartment door. I raised my hand getting ready to knock, but the door swung open revealing Ethan’s twin brother Grayson. He wasn’t in his usual sweats or shorts, instead he was wearing black ripped skinny’s, a black t-shirt, his typical Vans, and he had his hair hidden under his red beanie. He looked like he was getting ready to head out somewhere, then I noticed the camera in his hand, so I assumed he was on his way out to record some stuff for their YouTube channel. His voice broke me out of my thoughts.

“Y/N? You look… Uh what’s up?” Grayson asked looking a little confused at my appearence. He was starring at me as if I had a second head sticking out of my neck. 

“Is… Is Cristina here?” I replied, my voice a little shaky. I can feel myself wanting to cry, but I tried my hardest to hold it in, not wanting to cry in front of Grayson.  

“Um no, her and Ethan have been gone all day. They should be back in a little bit.” “Are you okay?” he asks, examining my face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I spoke almost at a whisper, with my eyes locked on the ground. Feeling a tear crept its way onto my cheek. I tried to wipe it away as quickly as I can without Grayson noticing.

His eyes widened at the sight of me crying. For as long as we’ve known each other, he has never seen me cry. To be honest nobody has, other then Cristina. “Oh my god, Y/N you’re crying! What’s wrong?” Grayson asked, as he walked towards me with his arms open, ready to embrace me into a hug. As much as I could use a hug right now, I didn’t let him hug me. I knew that the moment he hugged me I would just start bawling like a baby. I took a small step to the side, and his eyebrows furrowed together. 

“You have stuff to do.” I said glancing down at his camera. “I don’t want to keep you. I’ll just see Cristina later.” I turned around to leave, but before I could even take a step, I felt Grayson grab on to my wrist causing me to turn around.

“I can film later…” he paused, giving my hand a light squeeze before speaking again “We’re friends, you know you can talk to me about whatever. But if you don’t want to talk to me, then you can stay here, and wait until Cristina comes back. I just don’t want you to leave upset, ok?” My eyes finally left the ground, and I looked up at him. “Ok… Thanks.” was all I said. His hazel eyes that were once filled with worry, now have a hint of relief in them. His pink lips curled up into a small smile, revealing the dimples in his cheeks. 

I stepped inside the apartment, and immediately I noticed how clean it was. 

“Wow, I can actually see the floor in here this time.” I chuckled a little, thinking about how there’s usually clothes all over the place, dishes piled up in the sink, and their beds never made.

“Ethan spent all night cleaning, because Cristina was coming over today. He even cleaned my room. Not that I’m complaining!” he said, as he was putting his camera away. 

I made my way to the living room, and plopped myself on the couch. I pulled out my phone deciding to text Cristina to let her know I was at the boys’ apartment, but I ended up clicking on Trey’s messages instead. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t help it …

Trey: Hey, we’re breaking up. 

Y/N: What?

Y/N: Did you seriously just break up with me over a text message??

Y/N: And literally an hour before our date? Wtf Trey?

Trey: Can’t talk rn. 

Y/N: Fuck you asshole!

He broke up with me just like that. No reason, no explanation, nothing. It was as if the two years meant nothing to him. I can’t help but wonder if it was something I did. I honestly didn’t understand. 

“Y/N? Hello?” I could here Grayson calling me from the kitchen, but I couldn’t find the words to say anything. I could feel the lump growing in my throat, and I could feel the tears blurring my vision. Next thing I know I’m sobbing on Grayson’s couch. 

I felt someone take my phone out of my hand, and I figured it was Grayson since he was the only other person there. After a few seconds I felt his strong arms wrapped around me, as he gently pushed my head into his broad chest.

“Fuck Trey! He’s an idiot!” Grayson whisper into my ear, making me realized that he had read the text messages. Which I don’t mind. I mean Grayson and I have been friends for a while now. I met him when Ethan, and Cristina first started dating a year ago, and we’ve been close friends ever since. He knew about Trey, we all would hang out together from time to time, but you can tell him, and Trey never really had a liking for one another. I never knew why though.

Grayson and I just sat there on the couch, his arms still wrapped tightly around me. He didn’t say anything, he just moved his hands up and down the middle of my back. It was comforting, making me calm down a bit. I picked my head up to rest it on his shoulder.

“Nice hoodie, by the way.” he spoke, breaking the silence in the room. I looked down at the hoodie not remembering what kind of hoodie I was wearing. Then I realized it was Grayson’s hoodie. “Thanks, some idiot left it in my car!” I rolled my eyes causing him to let out a laugh as he playfully pulled the hood over my head. After our fit of laughter, the room quickly broke back into a silence. My head was still resting on Grayson’s shoulder, as I fiddle with the sleeves of my hoodie.  

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, causing me to dart my attention towards him. I was about to say something, when Grayson’s phone went off signaling that he had just received a text message.

“It’s Ethan. He forgot the apartment key.” Grayson rolls his eyes, as he gets up to go open the front door. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought you and Trey had a date today?” Cristina asked. “And why do you look like that?” Ethan asked clearly amused at my appearance. Causing him to receive a slap from Grayson. 

“Have you been crying?” Cristina asked, clearly noticing the puffiness of my eyes. She walked towards the couch and takes a seat next to me. “What’s wrong?” she asked. I could feel all three sets of eyes on me. Great I guess everyone gets to see me cry like a fucking baby today.

 I let out a sigh before I started to speak.

“Trey… Trey broke up with me.” I spoke almost at a whisper. “He texted me while I was getting ready for our date…” I paused and looked at my best friend who had a sympathetic look on her face. “He broke up with me over a fucking text message! Who the fuck does that?” I was pretty much screaming at her. I hid my face in my hands, and as if on queue the tears just started rolling down my cheeks.

Cristina was comforting me, talking shit about Trey, and saying things to make me feel better. What any girl would do when their best friend is going thru a break up. Ethan and Grayson would occasionally do something stupid trying to make me laugh. It was sweet, I’m glad Grayson convinced me to stay, because I probably would’ve been at home curled up in my bed, listening to sad break up songs, feeling a lot worse.

“I think I’m gonna head home.” I said which caused Cristina to untangle herself from Ethan so she could get up to check her phone, that was on the coffee table. “But it’s only 9. Stay!” she said trying to give me her little puppy dog face. “It’s been a long day, and I just want my bed.” I said, as I was getting up off the couch. 

Grayson wanted to walk me to my car, which I thought was sweet of him. All day he kept asking me if I was ok, doing everything he could to try and get a smile out of me. He honestly was the sweetest, and I’m lucky to have a friend like him.

“I’LL CALL YOU LATER!” I heard Cristina yell from the living room. Grayson and I chuckled a bit hearing Ethan telling her to shut up. 

We got to my car, and Grayson placed an arm on my shoulder pulling me close, wrapping both of his arms around me. His embrace was warm, and his strong, muscular arms felt like a protective shield around my body.  

“No more crying ok?” Grayson said, as he pulled away from our hug. “I’m serious Y/N! Call me if you start to feel sad, or wanna cry, or whatever!” he said in a more serious tone. His eyes met mine, as I finally looked up at him. “I will.” was all I said before turning away to get into my car. I drove out of the parking lot, and started making my way back home.

When I got home, I decided to take a long hot shower. I turned on the water, and quickly went in, letting the hot water hit my body. I had just started conditioning my hair when I heard a knock at my front door. “Seriously?” I said rather annoyed. I got out of the shower, grabbing a clean towel from the towel rack, and dried myself off. I grabbed the bathrobe that was hanging on the back of my bathroom door, and quickly put it on, so I could so see who it was at the door. I figured it would be Cristina, since I never had anyone come over my apartment besides for the twins, and Trey. 

“I’m coming!” I yelled from my bathroom so that whoever was at the door could here me. Apparently they didn’t, which caused them to knock on the door harder. “I said I’m co….” I paused when I opened the door, surprised by who was standing outside my apartment.

“…. Grayson, what are you doing here?” I asked a little confused. 

“I just wanted to come by and make sure you were ok. Did I interrupt your shower?” he asked noticed the conditioner that was still left in my hair. “I mean you did, but its okay. You had a good reason.” I smiled, causing him to laugh.

I let Grayson come inside, and he walked into the kitchen and placed a shopping bag on the counter. “What’s that?” I asked rather curious. “I bought you some candy, and ice cream. I also got you a movie. Well I got a few actually, I didn’t know what you wanted to watch, so I got you 5 so you can pick from. If you don’t like none of them then I can go get some more I mean I ….”

“Grayson!” I cut him off. “I like all of them actually. Thank you, this was sweet of you.” I said. “Thank god!” he said sounding relived. “You can pick a movie, we can watch it when I finish washing this conditioner out my hair.” I said before walking off into my bathroom. I finished washing off my hair, and grabbed a towel wrapping up my wet hair. I cursed myself as I forgot to bring my clothes into the bathroom with me. I walked into my closet, which happened to be connected with my bathroom since I had a master bedroom. I grabbed a pair of pajama shorts, and a 4OU shirt I got when the guys went on tour last year. 

I walked into the living room, finding Grayson on his phone. He looked up from his phone, when he heard me enter the room. I plopped down next to him on the couch, resting my feet up on the ottoman in front of me. “So what movie are we watching?” I asked reaching for the bag of sour patches Grayson got me. I smiled, realizing he knew what my favorite candy was. 

“We’re gonna watch Frozen because I know that’s your favorite movie.” he said getting up to put in the dvd. “But I thought you hate that movie.” I asked as I put a piece of candy in my mouth. “I do, but since I’m such a great friend, I’ll watch it with you. Just this one time though!” 

We watched the movie, and had a few conversations here and there. It was nice to have Grayson here. He kept making me laugh, with his corny jokes, and his awful singing whenever he tried to sing along to the songs. I enjoyed his company, I really did, but I sort of wish that it was Trey that was here with me right now instead of Grayson. I missed him, I wish I knew why he broke up with me. The more I thought about it the more angry I became. I started going thru my phone and started deleting all of our pictures. I came across a picture of us at our two year anniversary dinner. We looked so happy. 

“He didn’t deserve you.” Grayson’s raspy voice brought me back from my thoughts. “He’s a douchebag, who didn’t know what he had. He’s gonna be the one that hurts in the end, because he let you go. You deserve so much more then that piece of shit.” Grayson’s voice sounded angry but soft at the same time. 

I laid myself out on the couch, putting my head in Grayson’s lap. “Thank you Gray…” I paused when I felt his hands running through the ends of my hair. “For being there for me today, and for being here right now.” I said, feeling my eyelids get heavy. 

“I’ll always be here for you. I promise.” he spoke at a whisper, but loud enough for me to hear. I laid there with my head in Grayson’s chest watching the movie that was playing on the tv, as he continued to play with the ends of my hair, as I drifted to sleep.

forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons

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robert wakes up on his thirty-first birthday, and is totally, utterly spoiled by his husband.

Robert didn’t like birthdays. Really, he didn’t - he’d stopped liking birthdays once he’d turned twenty-five, feeing as though he’s started to go over the hill, not much seeing the point of celebrating.

He hadn’t even celebrated his thirtieth, and that was supposed to be a big one. Robert had wanted to celebrate in his own way, with a holiday to Barcelona, Aaron by his side, but that had fallen through.

Maybe he just wasn’t meant to celebrate his birthdays, Robert pondered, burying his face into his pillow. Maybe he should just leave well enough alone, and be grateful he survived another year.

He could just about go for a quiet dinner in the pub, and Victoria buying him a pint, but he didn’t want the fuss. If the Dingles had caught wind of when his birthday was, they’d have no doubt organised a surprise party in the pub.

He’d get it out of Aaron when he got up, make sure there was no Dingle organised chaos to come his way that day. Shifting in bed, Robert opened his eyes and stretched out, blinking at the bright light of their bedroom.

Aaron must already be up, light streaming in from their open bedroom door, invading their otherwise still dark room. Robert ran a hand through his already messy blonde hair, easing himself into a sitting position, just as Aaron reentered the room, tray in hand.

“You’re supposed to still be asleep!” Aaron grumbled good-naturedly, nudging their bedroom door shut with his hip, blocking out the rest of the already busy pub again.

It was the one thing Robert had never gotten quite used to about the Woolpack, the constant busy atmosphere of the pub. He’d always assumed that living in a pub, the day wouldn’t start until 12pm when the pub actually opened - but deliveries started from seven or eight, depending on the day, and it was always a hub of activity.

He’d almost miss the noise, when the Mill was finally finished and they were living in a place of their own. According to Ronnie, it would only be a few more weeks, a month, tops before the place was actually liveable.

“You shouldn’t have left the door open then, should ya? The noise woke me up.” Robert teased, his heart swelling with love for his husband as he watched him set the tray down on their bed, piping hot tea and a freshly made bacon sarnie awaiting him.

Aaron’s cooking skills weren’t exactly top notch, but he liked breakfast food enough to be able to make decent bacon. “Happy birthday, Robert,” he said softly, leaning across to press a minty flavoured kiss to Robert’s lips.

Robert melted into the embrace, still revelling in the fact he got to kiss his husband whenever he wanted to, even now, two weeks after his release from prison. Two weeks wasn’t enough time to even begin to make up for all the time they lost when Aaron was inside, and there would never be enough soft, sleepy, morning kisses to make up for all the first mornings of their marriage they had missed.

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anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write a scenario about reader telling Subaru that she loves him? Maybe in the middle of an argument or maybe when he is in that moment when he keeps on repeating that he is monster and he doesn't deserve to be loved. I just want angst but I want fluff at the very same moment too 😥

why u do dis to me anon-chan, why u make me write such things my poor hart cannn’t

Passion

Subaru x Reader Scenario 

SFW but mentions of blood, violence and the sound of my heart breaking in half.

“What…am I doing…”

You barely heard those words. Something was ringing through your ears as the pain sliced as if every part of your body. How many hours had you spent here, shackles preventing you from moving against the cold wall of the dungeon?

The tears were painful because they ran down the multitude of wounds covering your skin. You could not even wipe them away. Ah, your wrists were bleeding against the metal of those tight restraints holding your form up. The vampire had gone on a total rampage, after the mere mention of his mother. Christa. He had, within a few minutes, taken you down here where the darkness had a life of its own, to inflict upon you the most severe of punishments.

It started with fangs, nails and fists, only to ensue with the use of whips and knives. Never had he been through such a state. And you were the way to cope. He used you in order to vent and this had been going until now, until Subaru pronounced those words of confusion. 

“S…Subaru…” You whimpered through a shaky breath, not guaranteeing your survival for the moments to come. Did he even hear those words, or was it you that pronounced them so feebly that it barely came out as a pained breath? He did not reply, only dealing with painful inner thoughts. 

“I’m treating you like he treated her…It’s because I’m not-…I’m a monster.”

There it was. His questioning. One of the few moments where you perceived the vampire as a scared, lost boy, needy of care and affection. 

“Subaru…please…” He glanced up at you, red and burning eyes. Tears were visible and though he was a vampire, there were definitely numerous emotions bursting through him simultaneously. “Subaru…it’s okay.” 

You wanted to reassure him, show him how you, even with these wounds, would still be there. He had been alone for too long. He could not be deserted again. He needed you, no matter how many times he tried pushing you away. You were aware of it. 

But the vampire wasn’t. 

He approached with such rapidity that it took your breath away, the fear crawling underneath your skin as you desperately fought back against it, wanting to let trust shield you from any other sentiment. So you let him do this, hold your throat and painfully constrict you with all his might. He wanted to scare you, to push you away. 

“What the fuck are you doing?! Why do you stay near me?! Don’t you get it, that I’m polluted?! Are you that crazy and stupid?” 

The bruises were probably forming already because those hands were simply full of anger and strength. But you could not help but focus on how soft they were. These were not the hands of a monster, these were not the hands of evil. 

“I…I…” The words were broken by the constriction around your throat. Yet, it had to be said. He needed to know, whatever it triggered him to do next. “I love you…Subaru.”

Those red eyes were flashed by a flicker of intensity as he let go of your neck, backing away. The blush did not cover his features as it usually did whenever you spoke words of affection. He backed away, frowning in confusion while his hands trembled. 

“Shut up…Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about…So shut up!” 

If he simply came closer.

He remained so distant, as if afraid that his own presence near yours would be able to make you suffer. How ambiguous it was, to both want to hurt you to have you stay away, and protect you from himself at the same time. 

If you were unable to reach him physically, words would have to suffice. You took a fragile breath in, sensing the burn of the motion on your injuries. Letting your mouth use his name, he responded by letting his pained and confused eyes search through yours. 

“I love you. Right now, I’m terrified, but I love you. You scare me, it’s true, I won’t hide it and right now I wish I could stop shaking, but I love you, Subaru. You are not polluted, toxic or anything else of that sort” You said. The words quivered against your lips, unsure and short but you still managed to let them out because : those were words you wanted to say for so long. “I might remind you of her. You might think you’re not worthy of help, but Subaru…the only person I would ever want to help, is you.”

The vampire almost growled in anger and frustration. The male carried tears down his eyes. He kicked the metallic bars of the door, letting the dissonant noise echo through the dungeon. Yet, you remained patient, attentive.Time passed as if it carried no worth, as if it had stopped either way.

Subaru…please.

 He was breathing hard, if not panting. But eventually, he drew close and the hand reached your throat again. Expecting the tight grip around your windpipe, surprise rose when sensing your whole body letting go and almost falling from the wall. He had removed the shackles. Your arms fell by your side and your entire body was supported by Subaru’s own. He held you like a fragile creature, but tightly still. Your ear was touched by his slow breathing and words. “You…are insane.”

He stared down at you, those eyes that conveyed support, care, love. “Maybe I am, but does that really change anything?” 

His answer was no more complicated than the cold of his lips against your burning ones, a contact so frail but full of trust that guaranteed something unspoken between the two of you. Passion.

anonymous asked:

Every time I see your art of a rare pair I somehow become a huge fan of that rare pair. I have too many otps...,

…is it okay for me to be happy I’m dragging you down with me on all of my weird ships because tbh I am for a lot of them there’s just a handful of people shipping them I’m happy you’re joining us hahaha

Anon said: because of your tags on that kamisero post i now love the hc that kirishima just uses loving bakugou as an excuse to get out of conversations that make him uncomfortable, even if it makes no sense. Like ‘any advice on how to confess?’ 'I’m dating bakugou, you probably should ask someone else.’ or 'how do you think snow works?’ 'Dude I’m dating bakugou, i don’t know.’

I’m in love with this ask because this has been my most ridiculous headcanon for an age I’m glad I could subtely make you share it, anon - Kirishima being perfectly aware of the fact that aside from the face there is no objective reason why he should be that smitten with Bakugou? That’s my jam, he’s as surprised as anyone else so when people ask him anything love related he’s like “do I look like a reliable source man DO I I think it’s hot when Bakugou yells there’s obviously something wrong with me you don’t want my advices”

But also for however aware of it he might be he’s still in love with the dude so people pointing it out to him gets old really fast, like, “it’s one thing if I say it myself and another it’s you talking shit about my boyfriend stop that”, which is why he just starts using “what do I know I like Bakugou” as an answer to anything - it starts with him being a smartass and it becomes just habit by the end of it, sometimes he uses it when Bakugou is around or with Bakugou himself and Bakugou doesn’t understand, doesn’t want to understand, has pondered the option of getting angry/offended/demanding an explaination and has deemed it not worth his time because the answer is most probably just gonna be that his boyfriend is an idiot anyway

(also he might or might not like how Kirishima’s pretty much just going around telling people he likes him over and over again, tbh)

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anonymous asked:

scenario that our four tomatoes(saeyoung, saeran, and let's assume they had twin tomatoes)(during saeyoungs route)what if something bad happened to Mc,maybe she got taken by seven's old agency,she experiences a lot of bad things while there(she has anxiety as well), Honestly all I can picture is these four tomatoes comforting mc & trying to rescue her. Sorry this is to specific,Btw your writing is beautiful love those long head canons you write,I may or may not have cried from them. Thank you ^^

I’m actually super self conscious about how long I make my headcanons, because I tend to just go on and on so it’s actually super nice to hear you like them so much!!! my goal may or may not be to make all my followers sob in their sheets I love specific requests, especially when I’m writing late at night haha. Thank u for the kind words and this great request, I had lots of fun writing it! also it’s super long haha what are the chances  -Green💚

WARNING: mentions of torture and major violence, beware of triggers!

Saeyoung + the three tomatoes! 

-it happened late at night, like kidnappings do 

-you had managed to put Saeyoung bed early, but it really wasn’t that hard anymore after using so much energy on the kids

-who knew all you needed to get his sleeping in order was to have twins

-you were rocking the babies in their crib, and really they had fallen asleep awhile ago but you couldn’t help but stare at them

-you’re babies were so cute and lovely. sure, they were a little hard to handle sometimes, especially when you were really the mother of two sets of twins. 

-but it was so so worth it. You loved all four of your little tomatoes. they made you more happy than you thought you could ever be. they helped you overcome many personal challenges. 

-you were so focused on your little babies, you didn’t hear the door to the nursery open and close. 

-you didn’t really know anything was happening until a rag was placed under your nose and you passed out into some strangers arms, and dragged out the window without even so much as a scream. 

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Set Up // Lip Gallagher x Reader

*not my gif
Summary: Lip and you like each other and not one of you knows that except for Ian. Ian sets the both of you up on a surprise date at the Alibi Room so that the two of you could get to know more and hopefully confess your love for Lip and Lip would do the same. 
A/N: This one is requested by an anonymous, and somewhere near the end of the story will have some dancing part. and you could choose any song you like! x Requests are still open so feel free! 

“Hey Ian, what does Y/N likes?” Lip asked. “Well, she likes listening to bands and she likes to drink shit tonnes of beer. She’s Y/N, Lip. She’s a simple girl.” Ian said getting up on his bed. “Are you sure? She doesn’t like flowers or take long walks at the beach?” Lip asked once again.

Ian rolled his eyes, putting on his shirt. “Yes, Lip. She loves having picnics too and listen to Justin Bieber on her car, squealing happily. No, Lip! Of course, she doesn’t like flowers and takes long walks at the beach!” Ian said. 

“Come on, man! Y/N’s your best friend, is there anything else she likes besides beers and listening to bands?” Lip asked. 

“Lip! Again! She’s a simple girl! give her beer and CDs of her favourite band, she’ll be really happy!” Ian said.  “Why can’t you just tell her you like her, Lip? I mean its simple, call her up and tell her you like her. And I bet you 50 bucks if she said that she likes you back!” 

“What if she said she likes me. BUT as a friend.” Lip said, looking up the ceiling. “Jesus Christ, Lip. I don’t care anymore, you’re on your own, Pal.” Ian said, going out of his room. Lip watched Ian leave the door and sighed. 

Ian walked down the stairs and saw his siblings eating their breakfast as Fiona makes the last breakfast for Lip and Ian. “Ian! Come eat breakfast!” Fiona smiled, gesturing Ian to the seat so he could eat. “Oh, sorry, Fi. I can’t today I have to go to work, Kash won’t be in. He and his wife are fighting again, so I have to take over.” Ian said, giving Fiona a kiss on the cheek before he heads out the door. “Bye, guys!” Ian said, leaving the house. 

“Bye!” everyone said. 

Ian arrived at the store to see Y/N reading a magazine. “Hey, Y/N,” Ian said going behind the counter. “Hey, Gallagher! How’s Lip? I never heard anything from him anymore? Is everything alright for him?” Y/N asked. “Yeah, he’s just busy with school stuff,” Ian said. “So anyway, how’s it going with Kash and Linda?” Ian asked. 

“Oh, Kash just left a minute ago. Actually, when he left , you came in.” Y/N said, putting down the magazine on her hand and started to stock some food on the shelves. “Let me do that for you and you work at the counter,” Ian said, walking towards Y/N, and he felt his phone vibrated in his pocket. He reached for his phone and saw he got a message from Lip. 

Hey, mind asking Y/N what kind of bands she likes to listen? I owe you big time, Ian. 

Ian sighed, putting back his phone in his pocket. He started to place all the food on the shelf, as he watched Y/N walked to the counter. Ian stopped working as he thought of a good idea for Y/N and Lip to be together but he started to have second thoughts that the idea of his won’t work. “fuck it.” Ian whispered. 

“Hey, Y/N. What are your favourite bands?” Ian asked Y/N as he started to put back the food on the shelf again. “Hmm, there’s a lot. I can’t think of any. They’re all good.” Y/N laughed. “Come on, there’s got to be that one band you really love,” Ian said. “Okay, Nirvana is my favourite. “ Y/N said. “Why’d you ask?” 

“I just need new songs on my phone, I’m starting to hate the music on my phone.” He laughed. “Oh, by the way, there’s this Hawaiian themed party at the Alibi tonight. Do you wanna come?” He asked Y/N, hoping she will say yes. 

“Sure! Will Lip be there?” Y/N asked. “Sure.” Ian smiled. “Cool.” Y/N smiled back at Ian, as she continued reading her magazine. Ian looked away and took out his phone texting Kevin. 

Ian: Hey, Kev, could you please set up a romantic table for Lip and Y/N later tonight at the Alibi. Probably cover the table with white cloth and put some flowers on the table and candles. And also put a sign that says ‘Hawaiian themed party inside” outside the Alibi. 


Kevin: yeah, sure will pal! 

Ian smiled, “yes!” he whispered to himself. He now then texted Fiona. 

Ian: Hey, Fi, can you cook a romantic meal today? And go to the Alibi, tell Kevin I sent it. I’m setting up Lip and Y/N on a date. They don’t know about it. So, please? 

Fiona: How sweet, sure! I’ll make spaghetti and some mashed potatoes! 

Ian turned off his phone, putting it back in his pocket and started to work.

h o u r s l a t e r

 The door opened at the store making Y/N and Ian look. “Hey, Kash, what’s wrong?” Y/N said. “Linda and I are good now. I settled everything, so you two can go home now and have some rest!” Kash said. 

“Cool, Let’s go Y/N, we’ve got a party to attend to!” Ian laughed, grabbing Y/N with him out the store. 

Once Ian arrived home he was greeted by Debbie when he came in.  “Hey, Ian,” Debbie said, carrying Liam. Ian greeted back as he went upstairs just to see Lip still in bed. “Damn, Lip. I’ve been out for like hours, and your still there.” Ian said, taking off his shoes and hopping to bed. “Yeah, cause I can’t think of anything that I can impress Y/N,” Lip said. “Well her favourite band is Nirvana. And there’ll be a Hawaiian themed party at the Alibi later.” Ian said. 

“Nope, not going today!” Lip said sitting back up in bed. “Y/N will be there.” Ian smiled. “What time is the party?” Lip asked. “Later, so you got 20 minutes to get ready!” Ian said. “Shit.” Lip jumped down his bed and ran to the bathroom for a quick shower. “Do you know what time Y/N will be there?” Lip shouted from the bathroom. “No, but I know she’ll be early,” Ian shouted back. 

Lip quickly dried himself inside the bathroom and went straight to the room and started to pick some clothes that could make Y/N be attracted to him. “Do you think Y/N will like this?” Lip asked. “Just wear it and go,” Ian said. 
“You’re not coming?” Lip asked. “I will. But I’ll go catch up.” Ian said.  Lip just nodded, “I can’t believe I’m going to see Y/N tonight!” Lip said running downstairs.

“Where are you going?” Carl asked him. “A party,” Lip said, opening the door. “Can I come?“ 

"Nope.” Lip slammed the door and headed to the Alibi Room. 

As Lip was near the Alibi Room, he then sees Y/N arriving, walking towards him. Y/N stopped right in front of Lip. “Hey. Are you here for the drinks too?” Y/N smiled at Lip. “Yeah, free drinks.” Lip laughed. 

Y/N smiled and looked down as Lip stared at her. Y/N cleared her throat. Lip snapped out of it, “Right! Let’s go in.” Lip opened the door and let Y/N enter first. Lip and Y/N saw the table, well prepared with candles and flowers. Kevin came out from the storage room for the beer and saw the two. “Great, you guys are here,” Kevin said, with a smile, placing the beer down on their table. “Come sit!" 

"Where’s the party?” Lip asked. “Oh, Ian set you guys up. He wanted the two of you to get to know each other.” Kevin said. Y/N smiled, “Well he did a pretty good didn’t he?” Y/N walked towards the table and sat down. “Aren’t you going to sit with me?” Y/N looked back at him. “Y-yeah. Sure.” Lip said, walking towards the table. 

Kevin went and get the food that was well prepared for the two. “For tonight’s menu is spaghetti with mashed potato. Made by the one and only Fiona Gallagher.” Kevin said. “And before I leave, a date will never be complete without a romantic music.” Kevin started to play some songs. “Well, Lip its all on you, man,” Kevin said, giving Lip a pat on the shoulder before heading out. 

“Ian’s dead when I get home,” Lip said, drinking beer. “It’s alright, I mean we do need to know more about one another, you know.” Y/N said as she started to eat her food. Lip smiled at her, “I like your shirt.” Lip said. Y/N looked down at her shirt, “Oh, it was just 10 dollar at a thrift store so I had to get it.” Y/N smiled. “Worth it,” Lip said. 

They went on and ate their dinner, happily and laughing at funny stories they’re talking about. “God, Lip. You’re a funny guy!” Y/N said. Y/N’s favourite song started to play and wiped her mouth with the towel that was placed on the table. “This is my favourite song! Come on dance with me!” Y/N stood up and offered Lip a hand. He took her hand and danced. Y/N placed her head on Lip’s chest. “I like you, Y/N,” Lip said. Y/N looked back up at him, “I like y-” she got interrupted by Lip. “As a friend? I knew that, fuck, I’m dumb. Sorry! I shouldn’t have done that. I knew you’ll say tha-" 

Y/N gave Lip a passionate kiss, making him hold her face. Lip broke the kiss and smiled. "You didn’t even let me finish.” Y/N said, wrapping her arms around Lip’s neck. “Well, I think I know what you’ll say anyway,” Lip said, kissing Y/N again. Y/N pushed Lip away and laughed as Lip continued to kiss her everywhere. 

Lip and Y/N spent their whole night dancing and getting drunk together until morning. “I love you, Ms. Y/L/N!” Lip shouted. Y/N laughed and shouted the same. “I love you too, Mr. Gallagher!" 

[fic] but i could stay for longer if you wanted me to

SEUNGCHUCHU WEEK Day 3/8 → communication

the first letter came with a promise to make seunggil fall for its writer.

(on ao3)

I like you. Don’t be too shocked (even though I was too at first).

The letters sit steadily on the pale blue lines of the paper, slanted, like middle-school children sitting back-to-back with each other on a bench. Seunggil can practically hear the high-pitched singing in the excited sweeps of their l’s and f’s.

“What’s that?”

He shoves the letter into his pocket as Seungmin hooks her chin over his shoulder. “Nothing,” he mutters.

“I came all the way to pick you up,” she says, “I’m going to cry if it’s an eviction notice.”

“It’s illegal to evict someone without prior notice,” he says as he gathers his things.

“It should be illegal to have a personality as bad as yours,” she says over her shoulder.

He sprawls out on the backseat of her tiny Honda the moment the door slams shut behind him. The letter seems to burn in his pocket. Non-skaters aren’t easily allowed into the rink locker room, and in general his fans respect his privacy (though that’s more out of fear than anything).

What’s with that kind of opening anyway? “Don’t be too shocked”? Are they implying Seunggil thinks that lowly of himself? It’s that fact, more than anything, that gnaws at him for a full ten minutes, until he gives in and yanks the letter out.

Right now, I bet you’re thinking, what a wimp this person is, not having the courage to straight-up confess to my face, if they’re not even that confident in themself, they can’t be a worthwhile person to consider.

What. Is he that easy to read?

But I’ll have you know, it’s not at all because I’m not confident!! The opposite actually. I’m pretty confident that even without revealing my name or my face, I can make you fall for me through my words alone (lol).

Prepare yourself, Lee Seunggil!

“What are you smiling at?” Seungmin says, with a glance at the mirror.

“I’m not smiling,” he says. He folds the letter up along the writer’s pre-creased lines and puts it back into the envelope.

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Never Fade Away, part v

BEFORE WE BEGIN: some thoughts.

-im really stressing out bc we’re scheduling classes fr next year and i decided to take ap spanish a year earlier than i was planning n now i CANT TAKE ART MY FAVORITE CLASS WITH MY FAVORITE TEACHER AND FAVORITE ENVIRONMENT n i’ve got a feeling i’m going to fail it but its oaky i guess u kno wat ever

-my hair is hella soft and shiny rn its RL noice thx u morrocan argan oil conditioner

-my writing is getting shittier and shittier i apologize u guys deserve better. hOWever if you’ve got something in mind for me to write hit me up bc im on a block rn with this other request i’ve had for a while now and i need to get dat creativity flowin

-a terrible boy who aint worth my time is once again ruining my life, please send help i cant keep forgiving him and being the one who ends up apologizing when ive done nothing wrong ugh fuck me

-enjoy por favor

It turned out that the event that Jerome had been so looking forward to was a charity ball for Gotham’s Children’s Hospital. About three hours before it was scheduled to begin, you were once again handed over to Barbara and Tabitha to be dolled up again. “Make sure she looks perfect,” Jerome instructed, “But not like she stands out or anything. Can’t have those GCPD bozos trying to take her away from me.” The two women voiced their understanding and kicked him out of the room, but not before he winked at you as you sat on the other side. You were sitting in the same spot you had been in the first time the two women had used you as a life-sized barbie doll. Once they got started, the entire event of getting you ready for the gala went by in a flash. Barbara did your makeup again, however this time it was much less natural-looking. Your eyeshadow was a dark pink to light pink fade, and your cheekbones were lightly contoured. Tabitha was doing your hair again as well, instead this time she kept your hair down; from what you could see in the mirror she was going for a wavy style. The dress hanging on the closet door across the room was crushed pink velvet with spaghetti straps, straight, and ball gown length. Once your face and hair was to their liking, they had you put the dress on behind a divider.

“Hang on,” Barbara said, rummaging through a drawer on the other side of the divider. She handed you something over the top; when you took it you saw it was a black choker. “Wear that. I’ll get ginger in here so we can go.”

Seconds later, she reentered the room with Jerome, whose eyes were being covered by Barbara’s hand. You’d already stepped out from the divider. She let her hand fall and his eyes landed immediately on you. “Wow,” he said in a low voice, “You look absolutely stunning, babygirl. Spectacular.“

“Thank you,” you whispered. He walked over to you, taking your hands in his. He was considerably taller than you, even despite the fact that Barbara and Tabitha had given you a pair of strappy, matte, black heels.

“We can have so much fun when we get back.” He shot his signature evil grin at you, before leading you out the door. ‘Absolutely not,’ you thought to yourself. ‘We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.’ The car ride to the event was relatively civil. You didn’t talk, which wasn’t unusual, and as much as you pushed yourself into the car door to keep distance, Jerome still managed to keep a hand on your leg the whole time. You couldn’t let it distract you, however. You were too busy formulating an escape plan in your head. ‘How will I get away from them all? Do I go straight to the police right after, do I lay low for a while instead?’

The events of the night must’ve been entertaining, you were sure, but you were too busy looking around every two seconds in search of an escape route. While Jerome and Barbera were preparing their act backstage, you were kept by Tabitha’s side the whole time. The only thing keeping you from running at every chance was the expertly hidden pocket knife she kept at your side all night. You kept silently praying someone in the crowd would recognize you and say something, but then, what would that’ve meant for the knife at your side? Escaping wasn’t going to be easy, but you would be damned if you knew you had let the opportunity for freedom pass because of a piece of metal with a point. Before the show started, Tabitha had dragged you along with her to a dark corner in an unoccupied hallway. She stood facing you and moved the pocketknife away. “Listen,” she started, “I don’t want to have to keep you locked up after tonight. Theo has something planned tonight, and I want to help you get away when it’s all over.”

Your jaw just about dropped to the floor. You were dumbstruck! “I- I don’t understand…” you stammered.

“Look, just- just hear me out.” You nodded. “If I let you escape, you have to promise you won’t tell the cops about the rest of us. Just tell them that when Jerome had you, he was alone. No accomplices. No roommates. None of us. Just him. The police tells the news what you told them, and you’ll be fine. Theo won’t try to come after you if he thinks you got him off the hook. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You’re a good kid, (y/n). You deserve to move past all this. You didn’t deserve any of it. So can I trust you not to run your mouth?”

“Of course. Thank you, Tabitha.” You meant it. You had no hard feelings towards her, or even Barbara for that matter. They were nice to you the whole time, what’s the difference if they were both a little whack? They weren’t the ones who kidnapped you or held you hostage. Tabitha was literally helping you escape. You would always be grateful for that.

She smiled. “I still have to keep this on you though,” she motioned to the knife. “For the sake of convincing Theo I’m not planning anything.” You could understand that. Once you reached your table. You did your best to hide your face from the rest of the crowd. You didn’t want someone spotting you now and ruining your whole plan, that would just end badly.

The events of the night flew by, up until when Jerome highjacked the magician’s bit and started killing people. Some in the crowd had escaped, but the majority of them, like you, were not as fortunate. Then, of course, there were the bits where GCPD detective, Jim Gordon, tried to intervene (if only for a minute or so), and when Jerome tried to kill Bruce Wayne, but none of that was as shocking as what happened next.

Theo Galavan, his mentor and leader, betrayed his trust and murdered him on the stage. You couldn’t help but react a bit shocked- despite what he had put you through, a stab to the throat seemed to be a very unleasant way to go. As soon as the knife was lodged in his neck and Barbara had escaped, everyone at the gala immediately fled, seemingly afraid that something worse was coming if they stayed there any longer. Tabitha did her best to guide you away from Theo’s view, pushing you into the crowd so you could blend in. You turned around and your sight of her was lost; maybe in order to help you gain some escape time against her brother.

When the cool, refreshing night air hit your face, you cried. You immediately started searching for the police when a strong hand came down on your shoulder. Your head snapped around to find the source, and you found yourself in front of a man wearing a GCPD badge. “Oh my God. (y/n) (y/ln)?” The man asked you.

As much as you had been crying before, you were full out sobbing now. “Yes,” you choked out, nodding your head. You weren’t sure how to respond to the situation at hand. Your captor was dead, you were free, standing next to one of the only people who had any control over the madness of that God-forsaken city, and you were alive. You barely knew what to say next, so you said the first thing you thought of. “I wanna go home,” you cried.

The ride back to the GCPD precinct was quiet, but you didn’t mind. The detective, who actually ended up being the infamous Jim Gordon, had given you a blanket before putting you in the car and calling your family to let them know that you’d been found, and you were alive and unharmed. Before being allowed to go back home, you had to be taken in to give an official statement. When you arrived, you had been given a change of clothes- a t-shirt and some sweatpants- and a big mug of coffee, your blanket still hanging around your shoulders. You were sat down on the other side of Gordon’s desk when the official recording started. “Just say what happened.”

“Um, well Jerome, he- I was walking home from school on the day that I was taken and he kidnapped me then- it was just him, I never saw anyone else. And he kept me locked up-he never did anything to me, just talked, but I think he must’ve had an obsession.”

Gordon interrupted. “Why do you say that?”

“He- he always kept talking about how he thought I was ‘his’ like he- like he owned me, or something… he liked pet names a lot. And then tonight, he brought me to the gala, he said he wanted to ‘show me off’, or something dumb like that. The only reason I didn’t run during was because he said if I tried anything, he’d kill my family, that he had them tied up somewhere. So I stayed where I was until that man killed him. Then I ran.”

He switched off the tape recorder. “Thanks for cooperating. Your family is on their way.” He stood up to go finish his work. “And, (y/n)-” he stopped to face you. “I’m really sorry about what happened to you. You seem like a good kid. You didn’t deserve any of that. I’ll have one of the guys escort you and your family home. And-… I’d recommend group therapy… or something like that. To help you cope.”

“Thank you. For everything. And… I’m sure my parents will be on board with that. ”

The reunion with your family was full of tears and hugs. Your parents had bags under their eyes, they looked like that hadn’t slept in weeks. You embraced each other in the steps of the precinct, falling to your knees. You couldn’t tell how long you all had been like that, but eventually you were led back to your home by one of the officers. The night was indescribably emotional and full of tears.

Your story was on the news for a week or so, and afterwards, it faded into the background. The only reason it was such a popular story was because of the fact that Jerome was involved. There were hundreds of kidnappings every week in Gotham, and most of them went unnoticed by the media. But they had a field day with you. Apparently during his raid of the GCPD, he mentioned how he was the one who had taken you, and that’s why the police were in such a hurry to find you.

Your parents signed you into a hospital 3 weeks later. You had been mostly back to normal since you had been recovered, so they weren’t expecting your sudden mental breakdown at all. The full weight of your trauma hadn’t hit until then, and then suddenly it came crashing all at once. It started with you having random outbursts or crying here and there, but then your handle over the situation deteriorated. Next, you stopped eating. You couldn’t risk it without being sick. Then, you stopped leaving your room. This went on for a few weeks until one day, you passed out on the stairs.

You had never really been a depressed kid before, so this was alarming to your family. Your time spent in theater had molded you into an extroverted, generally happy, and energetic person. When the light disappeared from your eyes and smile and were replaced by hollow, sunken cheeks and dark circles around your eyes, you all knew something was wrong. The doctors diagnosed PTSD and recommended 2 weeks in the hospital for your recovery.

You had lots of visitors, and that made you happy, but you could no longer express that happiness. You were put on mild medication, which helped, and you started feeling better as time went by. Most of your visitors were friends and family, but sometimes other people would come. Most of the time, they were Jerome fanatics. There must’ve been a cult of them or something, because every time it was a different person or group of people. They idolized him, and, by association, you. They saw Jerome as a messiah and you as his ‘chosen one’. They always tried to get you to tell them about him, and at first you did.

“Well, he’s… extravagant, for sure,” you’d say. “He never hurt me, necessarily, but I mean, he killed people. He was a bad dude. I’m glad he’s gone.” This, of course, upset them. They were convinced he was just a rebel against authority and believed he could do no wrong, which is why you requested they stop being allowed to visit. This didn’t mean the cult stopped keeping tabs on you, however. It just meant they had to keep their distance in order to keep you in their plans to resurrect Jerome and reunite him with you.

-THat was a shit cut off point i know and i’m sorry, im just tired and this took a long time

-j man will be back in the next installment of this series so don’t worry ya lil brains

-PLEASE REQUEST STFF IM SO BORED AND NEVER BUSY AT ALL AND I NEED TO START BEING CREATIVE AND WRITING AGAIN

-my art class sketchbook is looking killer im so proud of her she’s beautiful and if u want to see any of the works in here let me know i want to share ehr with you all

-my depression has been pretty subsided lately and that makes me super happy!! i mean like i still never do shit anyways but like at least im starting to be less sad about it i guess

WELL THERE U HAVE IT THATS AL L FOR TONIGHT FRIENDS

happy easter, y’all Testing me

happy easter y’all, did you want some DRAMA TEA with your basket? ur getting it anyway

i’m not trying to be that guy but is @warpedrp really going with the excuse of “we’ve been out of bandom and we’ve never seen the rps we’re similar to” after my co mod approached them about copying my formats/set ups/etc? because honestly, if y’all really had no idea about exposehq or vansrp, you wouldn’t have felt the need to change things and you guys sure as hell wouldn’t have my blogs blocked right now (esp when i’ve never contacted you? if you’ve been out of bandom for a year how y’all know who i am? i didn’t become a bandom known blog until summer of last year? 2+2=boy bye

and let me be clear, i’m not claiming gossip rps or point systems because i know damn well i’m not the first to use them, i’m talking about set ups. i put a lot of work into all of my rps, which is why they’re almost always successful (props 2 me tbh?) and i do everything when it comes to setting up my rps. i do the theme, the plot, the pages, etc. i do that all because i want it to be mine—so spiteful ass ex co mods like y’all can’t take it without pulling a robbery.  i do things a specific way and i have specific, borderline fussy rules that i’ve always incorporated into my games - ones that don’t just accidentally show up on other people’s on accident. and if you want to include rules that i do, more power to you, but don’t pretend like you thought that shit up yourself. and don’t pretend like it didn’t come from me, either. we’ve all been inspired by other rps, be honest about it. 

p.s. ‘mod trevor’, yes i’m pretty sure you were mod luke in my rp up until like a couple of days ago. not to be that guy, but there aren’t a lot of 23 year old male identifying muns in band rp… ya kinda stick out a lil bit. and your co mod ‘mod ian’ is the same age, pronouns, and timezone of the writing partner that left with you when you dropped from expose. it’s funny how 12 hours after you left, this rp magically popped up. i don’t know for 100% certain if it’s y’all but i mean… if the shoe fits?? and while i was writing this post i was told that y’all were trying to recruit ppl from my rp (which used to be urs until u stepped down??) for your rp… that’s ugly. one of u asked one of my friends lmao 

and f.y.i., i saw y’all on this blog before you even opened—my stat counter clocks you coming to my blog from your main page. y’all know that tumblr accounts save the ip addresses of whomever logs onto them, right? so i can see the ip addresses of everyone who has been on exposehq? lmfao y’all had the nerve to link back to my resources after you damn near copy and pasted your pages from me??  since y’all wanna lie, i wanna make a scene, so let’s do some side by sides of this shit and see where it gets us.

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S.Coups: Red strand

Word count: 3,289

Summary: Love or friendship? If you had to choose, which one would you take?

Genre: Angst, Drama, AU!Soulmate (Fluff?)

A/N:  This ended up being longer that I planned it to be but well c: Hope you guys like it! Sorry for being a bit inactive here ;_; I’ll try to write more!
Also! If you guys are interested in AU!Soulmates, I kind of connected/cited some of the stories by other admins and mine, so you should check their stories too if you want to read more of these!

| Jeonghan ver. | Seungkwan ver. | Mingyu ver. | Wonwoo ver. | Dino ver. | Hoshi ver. | Woozi ver. |

-Admin Haruna (& admin Syrup editing, thank u so much!)


Friendship, it was something you valued with all your heart. Your best friend, Soo In, was someone strong, charismatic and athletic. You met her when you two were just little kids and she used to be the one to always protect you from mean girls or strange boys who were rude to you, and you always were right behind her, happy to be always rescued by her. Your friendship was so pure and so strong that you thought she was your real lost sister that you got to meet because of destiny.

But time is cruel, and you both had to grow up and realize the world isn’t as gentle as your old fairytales told. You met other people, they became your friends and they found their soulmates before you. Your friend did so too; it was amazing how many ways people could find their soulmates: just by staring into their eyes, by dreaming of them, by drawing onto your skin and having your soulmate see the same drawing, or extreme cases where you needed to find them or you would die. Your friends all experienced different types of ways to find their soulmate, but something that everyone didn’t know was that you knew everything.

You had an amazing power called the “witch eye.” You could see the destiny of the other people, or more likely, the soulmates of other people. You could see that red strand hanging out of other people’s pinkies ever so gently, and this was something only your best friend and family knew: you could change their destiny whenever you wanted to.

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Commas (Herc x Alex)

AN: It’s short and idk if anyone ships them but me but 

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars

Request: Anonymous- Can we just have mulligan writing some sort of letter or essay and Alex is leaning on his chair reading over his shoulder pointing out every possible flaw until mulligan snaps and does… IDK u decide

Warnings: Swearing 

Word Count: 1,409

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Hercules had been sitting at his computer all day working on an essay that he had left until the last possible minute, which was standard procedure because, apparently, he fucking hated himself. The paper was on immigration, a topic he was passionate about. Unfortunately, his roommate was also very, very passionate about it. Unfortunately, his roommate also had a rare day of no classes. It had gotten to the point that Hercules had to send him out for food to get him out of the room and away from him and his fucking essay.

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I love you. (HR Wells x reader)

Hi there! First HR imagine ever! Hope you like it!

Prompt: Imagine being the only one that’s truly nice to HR wells & when someone becomes rude towards him U literally fight them/stick up for him. You invite him to live at your house you being completely oblivious to your feelings towards him. Maybe he’s the one to make the first move one night at your house or lab things get heated from there & admit each other’s feelings. Something like that really fluffy & cute :) maybe even from his point of view how he sees you or something up to you. Thank you :)

Requested by Anonymous,


“Greetings Earthlings” Said the new Harrison Cisco, Caitlin and Harry chose (well Harry rejected him, but he got chosen anyway). Everyone looked at him weirdly.

“I don’t talk like that, heh. I was joking.” He said, you found his joke funny and snorted. Making your friends look at you, HR looked at you too and smiled at you charmingly. Harry looked at the two of you and glared.

Jesse and Harry said their goodbyes, and before going Harry hugged you, whispering in your ear.

“I don’t trust him, (y/n). Keep an eye on him for me, okay?”

“Okay. Goodbye Harry, I’m going to miss you. Even if you are an asshole sometimes.”

“I’ll miss you too. You know how to reach me, if something goes horribly wrong.”

You hugged Jesse and the two took off. But before being suctioned by the portal, Harry tried to say something but nobody hear what he said. HR joked about what he was trying to say. But no one thought it was funny.

“So, do you have a Big belly burger on earth 1?” HR asked.

“Some things never change…”

//////*\\\

“Where will he stay?” You asked.

“Harry stayed here.” Cisco said. “ But I’m not sure of letting him alone here….”

“And what do you suggest?” Wally asked.

“He can come with me.” You said “ I can keep an eye on him”

“You’re sure, (y/n)? “ Barry asked.

“Yes don’t worry”

////*\\

Everyone had already leaved when HR approached you with a charming smile.

“How come you are still here, Miss (y/n)?”

“I volunteered myself to take you in. You can stay with me in my home or stay here alone.”

“I would never deny a beautiful girl” He kissed your hand and smiled cheekily.

You laughed, he was cute.

“What are we waiting for! LET’S GO!”

“Okay, okay” You laughed as HR started pulling you towards the exit.

////*\\

Days passed and the team found out that this Harrison Wells knew nothing about science.  Cisco refused to trust HR, and Wally called him a conman. He tried to persuade the team that he can be of some use to them, suggesting ideas, acting as their “muse”, and taking part in the adventures so that he could later write a book about them.

You were disappointed. All of you were. After HR pleaded for them to let him stay and help, Barry allowed HR to stay for some time and try to prove his worth as a teammate, before going back to Earth Nineteen.

You were the most disappointed of all, you even felt a bit betrayed even.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry. I-I didn’t want to disappoint you… But I assure you I can be useful!”

“I …I know you are useful, HR. You may not be as good in science as the other Harrison, but you have charisma and you are a skilled trainer and leader. You don’t have to prove it to me. It doesn’t matter what the other say, HR. I trust you”

HR smiled at you and your heart fluttered. A warm feeling pooled in your belly.

/////*\\\

(Y/n) was really nice. She was the only one who really made me feel welcomed. I think I’m in love with her.

But really,

Who wouldn’t?

With her beautiful (e/c) eyes, those luscious pink lips, her silky (h/c) locks and that sexy body.

God

She turned me on so much.

It’s hell on earth since I’ve been living with her. Seeing her in pajamas, and bumping with her in the bathroom, only a towel covering her body.

Gotta say, I needed to “ take care of a problem”  after the incident.

If you know what I mean.

Also, seeing her panties and bras in the hamper… I t made warm pool in my tummy.

God, (y/n) what are you doing to me?

/////*\\\

“So, what  movie you want to see?”

“This one! I haven’t seen this on earth 19” sais HR, Titanic in hand.

“Titanic? You’ve never seen Titanic?!”

“No, what’s it’s plot?”´

“You don’t have a Titanic in earth 19??”

“No.”

“L-let’s just see the movie” You played the movie.

2 hours later and you were sobbing in HR’s neck as he sobbed in your hair, in the TV, Rose was talking with Jack as he died of hypothermia.

“IN THAT TABLE IS ENOUGH SPACE FOR TWO!!!!!” You sobbed as Jack sank in the blue freezing waters.

“Shhh,(y/n). It’s just a movie.”

“BUT IT HAPPENED IN THE REAL WORLDD”

“WHAT? THE TITANIC WAS REAL”

“YEEESSS”

Sob after sob the two of you fell asleep, your head on his chest and his over yours. His arm made its way toward your waist and yours hugged him.

////*\\

As I waked up a sweet aroma overpowered my nose, a warm body was hugging me. As I looked down I saw the prettiest sight of my life, (y/n) was sleeping in my chest, her warm breath tickled me and her hair made a beautiful (h/c) halo around her adorable face. Her rosy cheeks and her half open lips looked glossy.

I had the need to kiss her.

….

Okay, okay

Do more than just kiss her.

“HR?” She said with her adorable i-just-wake-up voice. Her eyes half opened and sleepy giving her a childish look.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Make me breakfast”  She rubbed her cute little eyes.” Please.”

“Alright, dear. Just let me hug you a bit more”

/////*\\\

Somethings wrong with you.

You keep having these weird reactions toward HR, like blushing, sweating, butterflies in your tummy…

You talked with Caitlin and Iris about it, they said that you probably were in love with that person.

Pffffftt

YOU in love with HR??

HA! That’s not possible.

Right?

////*\\

Today is the day!

I’m going to tell (y/n) how I feel.

I think she loves me too.

I hope she loves me too.

Today I leaved our house before her and went to local florist, obviously with Randolf Morgan’s appearance. I don’t want to get shot.

I bought (f/f) and in the way towards the lab I stopped at (y/n)’s favorite coffee shop and bought a (f/d) for her and a coffee for me.

Ahh I just hope this will go well!

///*\\

“Where is HR?” Cisco asked you and you raised an eyebrow.

“I thought he was already here. He left before I did.”

“Well, It doesn’t matter. We need to do a quick visit to Star city. Do you wanna come?” Barry asked

“No, don’t worry. I’ll stay here, I got a lot of work.”

“You don’t want to see Roy.”

“NO, it’s not that! What we had is long over. He knows it as I do. I just don’t feel like going to Star city today.”

“Okay, (n/n).  We will be back Wednesday morning.” Barry said.

“Bye, (n/n)! Stay safe!” Cisco said and in a moment they were gone.

As you sat down HR entered the lab, flowers and coffee in hand.

“(y/n)!!! I got a present for youuu!” HR said happily, he gave you the (f/f).

“F-For me? HR you shouldn’t have!” The silly smile made its way to your lips. You kissed  HR’s cheek and he blushed, smiling from ear to ear.

HR gave you the (f/d) and you sipped it happily. HR smiling at you, a twinkle in his eyes. The two of you finished your drinks.

As you sighed happily a moustache of cream from your (f/d), HR looked at you a lustful gleam in his eyes, tongue licking his lips.

“What’s wrong HR?” You asked adorably and HR’s self-control snapped.

Moist lips clashed against yours and HR hands cupped your face, you after coming down from your surprise raised your hands until they hugged HR’s neck.

His tongue licked the cream from your face and you let a breath escape, HR took advantage of this and his tongue explored your mouth, making it HR’s. Your hands went down until you could pinch HR’s butt. He let a moan escape surprised.

Your eyes didn’t leave each other, he smiled lovingly and caressed your cheek.

“I love you,(y/N). I’m in love with you. You’re the only one nice to me and I fell for your adorable self. “

“I love you too, HR” Now you smashed your lips together. Your tongue exploring now HR’s mouth and making it your own.

“The team won’t be back until Wednesday morning.” You smirked and took your shirt off. “ Wanna be bad?” You winked.

“F*CK YEAH!” HR took his own shirt off and kissed you desperately. Clothes flied and fell to the ground meanwhile you two love each other with your hands, mouths and souls.

Since that passionate night the two became a couple, to the surprise of everyone. HR was the most loving boyfriend you ever had. Every day you would wake up with breakfast in bed and after that you two would love each other like the first time.

One morning you waked up to a note in your bedside table, you smiled at HR’s antics and read the note.

“LOOK NO FUTHER THAN HERE, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON IS IN THERE.”

Riddles? What is HR thinking?

You saw the bathroom door ajar and went there. In the mirror your reflection looked at you and in the center of the mirror a note was glued.

“WE SAW SINKING SHIPS AND WE SANK TOGHETER IN OUR EMBRACE”

The living room! You got dressed in a moment and went towards the living room, where a note was stuck on the TV with the most famous scene of Titanic frozen on the tv. You smiled at his cheekiness.

Man, you loved him so much.

You grabbed the note and turned the TV off.

“THE MOST IMPORTANT NIGHT OF OUR TIME WAS SPEND THERE. WE CUDDLES, WE KISSED BUT WE WON’T TELL”

Is he referring to your wild night in the Lab? Where you confessed and made love? Did he want you to go to the Lab?

You grabbed your keys and your car and went to the lab.

“Hello?” You yelled but no one answered. You saw a rose petal path and a note that said.

“FOLLOW THE SCENT AND I WILL GUIDE YOU TOWARD THE PERSON WHO LOVES YOU THE MOST”

You followed the path that leads you toward the Lab. When you entered the Lab you saw the rose petal path end and there saw HR knelt in front of you, a note in his forehead and a velvet box in his hands. Your eyes flood with tears of happiness and you grabbed the note first.

“I love you, (y/n). You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I want to get older beside you, start a family with you, I want to live my life with you. Without you I am not complete.

Please

Will you marry me?”

HR opened the box and a beautiful ring was inside he smiled at you and said

“Will you make me the happiest Harrison of all the alternative earths?”

You kissed him passionately as the two fell to the ground, kissing and laughing.

HR put the ring on your finger and kissed your hand then your neck until his lips sealed with yours.

All your team came out of their secrets hiding places and cheered making you two laughing at their antics.

You two shared a loving kiss.

“I love you HR Wells”

“I love you (y/n) Wells”

The end?

(Promps still open!!)

Dreams

Anon: hi, could you do one of Park Jin Young where you are his fan and it’s like he sees you in a dream and he fell in love with you… He start to know you and you became his gf and we’ll the smut :3 I want it very lovely please

Author: Admin A

Character(s): Junior (Got7)/Reader

Word Count: 3496 (Sorry it’s really long) 

Summary: There is a legend that says if you cannot sleep at night, it is because you are awake in the dreams of someone else. 

Rolling over, you looked at the clock and let out an agitated sigh. 3:41 am. You hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep and it was already 3:41. What made this worse? This was the sixth or seventh time this has happened in the course of two weeks. The first time was right after the Got7 concert, but you figured that was just your concert high having not worn off. Now, you were beginning to wonder if it was something you should get checked out. Sighing, you rolled over and closed your eyes, attempting to get at least two hours before you had to report to work to open the shop.

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“Do we toss it in the air and spin it around now?” Baekhyun asks, staring at the just-stirred pizza dough in the mixing bowl.

Kyungsoo laughs. “No, we’re kneading it,” he says. “Here, I’ll show you.”

He sprinkles flour on the cutting board, then scrapes all the dough from the bowl and drops it onto the stick-resistant surface. He rolls it around a bit to form it into a ball, sprinkles more flour, and starts working the dough, demonstrating how to stretch it with the heel of his palm and then roll it back.

When he says, “Now do what I just did,” and steps a bit to the side to let Baekhyun give it a try, Baekhyun just stares at the ball of dough a little skeptically. “What?”

“I wasn’t paying attention,” Baekhyun says with a sheepish smile. “Sorry. I was just… watching your hands and I got distracted. They’re nice hands,” Baekhyun adds. “I appreciate them.”

Kyungsoo raises his eyebrows, caught between amusement and exasperation.

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