ugh stop this. your face is rude

His Name [8 - Finale]

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Words: 4.5k
Genre: Angst, Multiple Personality!Au
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.
→ Inspired by the Korean Drama - Kill Me Heal Me
Warnings: Topics of mental health. Mentions of death, suicide and medical disorders. Mentions of physical and emotional abuse.
Disclaimer: Although this piece of work required lots of in-depth research and was attempted to be as accurate as possible, at the end of the day, I am not a psychologist and this is fanfiction. Specific things may be altered or exaggerated for story-telling purposes. Please take all medical terminologies and procedures with a grain of salt. 

Originally posted by bannanapie

The waves crash against the shoreline. The mist sprays against his face, drawing a grin that splits through the apples of his reddened cheeks. The tide sweeps away the markings and footsteps in the sand. Seagulls squawk from above, the sound of the foam fizzing out filling silence. The blue shimmers against the glistening sun.

A camera shutter clicks beside him.

“What are you doing? Ugh.” He whines, childishly stomping his feet as he raises his hand to block the lense. “Will you stop taking pictures of me?!”

Yoongi grins, bringing the camera down to skim through the photos. “There’s nothing else to take other than your ugly face.”

“Rude.” Jungkook mutters, rolling his eyes as he shifts close to his brother, also looking at the pictures.

There are hundreds of photographs. Shades of electric saffron or soft amber, vigorous hues that could belong in galleries. A few photos are of Yoongi’s sleeping face, taken by Jungkook as revenge when the older constantly zoomed up into the younger’s nose or only saved ones where he was mid-blink and his mouth agape. But most are of their vibrant smiling faces, standing side by side. Behind them are mosques, cathedrals, mountains; pyramids, skyscrapers and towers. They’ve reached to every corner of the world, travelling companions who have stayed in countless cities, old towns and tranquil villages.

“Where are we going next?”

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Kid (Rafael Casal x Reader)

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Warnings- mentions of rape and non consent, sorta smutty

Request- “Rafa x reader where reader is Daveed’s baby sister and Rafa tries really hard not to like her but they get drunk at a party with the Hamilcast and end up having sex and Daveed finds out please? <3″

(I know there’s supposed to be an order, and I feel terrible for the people who have been waiting awhile for their requests I promise I’m working on it but I got these request yesterday and I honestly haven’t been able to think about anything else.

Dear God this took me 15 hours to write)

Song- Move – Little Mix

Words- 4,415

“Jesus Christ, Diggs’ll kill him.” Rafael breathed, staring at the house with his hand on the back of his head. You hugged your legs tighter to your chest and stared at the ground. Rafa sat next to you with a huff and spread his legs out in front of him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, staring up at the starry sky. You rested your cheek against your knee and looked at him for a moment, before shrugging and looking back out at the empty street. He knocked his shoulder against yours. “I’ve been told I’m a great listener.” 

You snorted. “Who told you that?” 

“Your mom.” 

You hummed in response and played with some rubber hanging off of your shoe. 

“C’mon kid, what’s up?” he asked. 

You sighed and rested your arms on your knees. “I said I would kiss him because why not? I’m fourteen now.” Rafa nodded and urged you to continue. “So we left the fire and went up in the tree house. He put this big plastic toy thing in front of the door. He said it was because everyone was teasing us and he didn’t want them to come in.” Rafael scooted closer and put his hand on the sidewalk behind you. “It was so dark in there.” you continued. I had no idea where he was, and then I felt him kiss me and I backed up into the wall, but he just followed me and kissed me again. I tried to push him off , but he wouldn’t move and then he tried to put his tongue inside my mouth and it was gross and slimy and ugh!” You spat into the street. “So I kneed him in the crotch and ran away. That’s when I called Daveed.” 

Rafael sputtered and tried to hide his laughter. “Good…good job.” he said. You smiled momentarily and looked down. “I’m really sorry he did that to you. Guys are dicks.” 

You scoffed. “Yeah, guys are dicks.” 

“But hey, seriously.” You looked over to him. “When you get to be my age,”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re like barely three years older than me.” 

“A lot changes in that time trust me.” You pursed your lips and let him continue.” When you’re my age, you’re probably not gonna think that tongues and kissing and all that is gross, but like, that doesn’t mean anyone should get to do something like he just did. If you’re uncomfortable, even if you normally like…whatever’s happening, you can and should leave.” he said. 

You nodded and put your head on his shoulder briefly. “Thanks Rafa.” you whispered. He smiled and nodded. You sighed and tipped your head to the sky, closing your eyes. “I just wish I could have a do over you know?” You rolled your head to the side and looked at Rafael. “Like…that was a really sucky first kiss right?” 

Rafa laughed quietly and looked up at you. “I…I could-” His head turned toward the house. You followed his gaze and saw Daveed walking out. 

“What?” you asked. “What were you gonna say?” 

“Nothing, it’s…nothing.” he said, staring at Daveed. You stood up and faced your brother who instantly pulled you into a hug. 

“You didn’t actually hurt him did you?” you asked, fearing for your social standing. 

Daveed huffed. “Unfortunately, no. But believe me, he’ll leave you alone from now on.” 

You looked down, feeling embarrassed. “Thanks for coming…I’m sorry, I know you had friends over.” you said with a glance at Rafa. 

Daveed grabbed your shoulders, and you looked up at him. Jesus, he was tall. They both were. “The second anybody, especially boys, give you trouble, Rafa and I will always come running.” Daveed looked to Rafael for confirmation. 

Rafa rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. “Uh..yeah, I mean, yes totally. We’ll fight off all the annoying boys.” he said. 

You smiled. “Can we go home now?” 

“Yeah, let’s go home.” Daveed slung an arm over your shoulder.


You leaned against a black wall in the corner of the club that was splattered with fluorescent paint, nursing your third whiskey sour. You watched people that you only vaguely knew dancing all around you. You looked down, pulling the tight shimmering silver tube dress that you were wearing higher on your chest. 

“Damn…” you heard someone whisper. You looked up, ready to be annoyed by some random guy, but you were pleasantly surprised. 

“Rafa!” He had his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, and the sleeves of his button up were rolled up to his elbows. A handsome smirk was on his face as he stepped closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your ear to his chest, careful not to spill your drink. Your mood instantly brightened. Rafael had been a life saver at most Hamilton events ever since you moved to New York a few months earlier to be closer to your brother and better oppurtunities. 

He put his cheek against your head. “Hey kid. How’s it hanging?” 

You pulled away and looked up at him. “Thank god you’re here. I feel so awkward at these things-” 

“Because you’re not a cast member?” He laughed. “Yeah, I get that.” 

You brought your drink to your lips, but he grabbed it out of your hand and took a skeptical sip.  “Kinda boring for you isn’t it?” 

You rolled your eyes. “If I could afford to get wasted, I would.” 

Rafa grinned and took your hand, pulling you towards the light up bar. “I can afford to get both of us wasted.” 

A few shots of tequila and several shots of…something else, later, and you were practically falling into Rafa’s lap. Daveed had come over for a bit and scolded his best friend for getting his little sister drunk, but since Daveed wasn’t too stable either, neither of you took it that seriously. 

“Ugh no, I can’t listen to clipping.” you responded to Rafael. You were arranging peanuts into a design on the bar counter. 

“That’s rude.” Rafa laughed. 

“I can’t! He talks about sex too much it’s gross. I don’t want to think about my brother having sex.” you replied still focused on your design. Rafa put his head on the bar so you were forced to turn and look at him. 

He smiled coyly. “We’ve all had sex, Y/N. You’ve had sex. I’ve had sex. Daveed has had lots and lots of-” 

You threw peanuts at his face. “Stop! That is so disgusting.” 

“I’ve had sex everybody!” Rafa shouted at the top of his lungs. You clamped your hands over his mouth. 

“Shh!” you laughed. “Shut up!”  Rafa laughed and licked your hand. You pulled it away quickly and wiped it on his chest. “Gross!” 

“Still don’t like tongues?” He raised his eyebrows confidently. 

You shrugged. “I appreciate them in certain places.” you said casually. Rafael eyes widened, and you smirked. “Let’s go dance.” you said suddenly. 

Rafael shook his head. “No…no I can’t dance with you.” He leaned his elbows on the bar. 

“Come on!” you whined, grabbing onto his bicep. “You never wanna do anything fun with me.” You pouted and batted your eyelashes at him. 

He stared at you before scoffing and turning away. “Believe me, it’s not that I don’t want to have fun with you.” he said into his drink as he took a sip. 

You furrowed your brow. “Fine, I’ll go find some sweaty sleazebag to grind on.” you said, nearly falling off the stool as you stood up. Rafael grabbed onto your forearm quickly, both stopping you from falling and keeping you from walking away.

“That’s not a good idea.” he warned gravely. “It’s dangerous.”

You pulled your arm away. “What is with you always being so protective and careful with me? You’re not Daveed.” you said before you could stop yourself. He looked upset and turned his head to the side, clearly having some kind of internal battle that you were missing. After a few measures of the song currently playing, he ran his hand through his hair and looked at you again. 

“I don’t have to be careful with you.” Rafa said. You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows, silently challenging him. He picked up his drink and finished it quickly “Let’s go dance.” he breathed. You smiled and did the same with your drink before walking out into the crowd of bodies with Rafael. 

That was the last thing you remembered before waking up next to Rafael, totally naked with a raging headache. 


Rafael stared at you. He’d fucked up. He’d really really fucked up. His arm had been around your waist when he woke up, but he’d removed it quickly. He couldn’t let himself get any ideas about you. Not after he’d tried so hard for so many years to repress the feelings that he knew deep down he’s always harbored for you. But seeing as that had clearly all gone to shit now, what was the harm in laying here a little longer and pretending. Pretending that your sleeping frame was something that he could wake up to every morning. 

Your eyelids fluttered and you let out a small groan. Rafael quickly pretended to be asleep. He felt the bed shift and heard a quiet gasp and then a sigh. “It was a dream last time; it’s a dream this time.” you mumbled. It took everything inside Rafael not to react to that. There was a moment of silence before Rafael heard more cursing and felt a sharp pain in his arm. 

“Rafael Casal! Wake up right now!”

He groaned like he had just woken up, but the ache in his muscles was real. Hangovers are bitches. He opened his eyes and stared back at you. 

“Rafa, what the hell happened?” 


You watched as Rafael pushed a white pillow into his face, swearing quietly. You sat up and pulled the sheet tighter around your naked body, causing it to slip lower on Rafael’s. He stopped it before it fell too low. You resisted the urge to gape as his hipbones and pressed a palm to your forehead, trying instead to remember anything you could.  

“Did we…?” You were sure you already knew the answer, but maybe there was another explanation. 

Rafa nodded. “Several times.” His voice was muffled by the pillow that was still on his head. You pushed the heels of your palms into your eyes and groaned. “Do you not remember anything?” he asked quietly. You opened your eyes to see him staring up at you silently. You shook your head. He squinted and almost looked like he was in pain. He was probably was. This room was really bright.

“I…I remember us drinking and then going out to dance…”

“Yeah well, that dancing got me…excited.” he explained. “And you noticed. Then there was the bathroom and the cab and the hal-” 

“Yeah okay I’m starting to remember!” you said, feeling embarrassed. You both sat there silently. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to sort through the headache for more memories of last night. From what you could tell, you had enjoyed yourself, but that didn’t necessarily mean it was a good thing you had slept with your brother’s best friend. You felt the bed shift and waited for Rafa to say something. When he didn’t, you slowly opened your eyes. He was standing at the foot of the bed and pulling his pants from last night back on. 

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave? You’re not even gonna talk to me?” 

Rafael sighed and sat on the edge of the bed with his back facing you. He put his head in his hands causing the muscles of his shoulders to ripple. “I can’t believe I did this to you.” he whispered. You sat up slightly. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You were drunk, Y/N. I should’ve known better; you didn’t know what you were doing.” 

“You were drunk too!” 

“Y/N you don’t even remember what happened! This is on me!”

You sat silently, staring at Rafael’s back and memorizing every mark on it. He turned his head to the side. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to yell.”  

You scooted closer to him. A question had been burning in your mind since the moment you woke, but you couldn’t ask it. You were too afraid of the negative answer. You felt your heart racing. 

“Rafa, we were both drunk.” 

He rubbed a hand over his face and stared at the wall. “ Do you remember your first kiss?” he asked suddenly. 

You blinked in response, surprised that he did remember. “Well…yeah.” Rafa looked back at you and shrugged before turning away again. Realization dawned on you. “What? No, Rafael, that was different.” you said quickly. 

“It doesn’t feel different.” he mumbled. 

“Well it is!” you argued. “It is because I don’t feel mad at myself, or at you. I don’t feel disgusted. I-” You paused not wanting to admit too much. You bit your lip, having no idea what to say in a situation like this.

Rafael was clearly still upset. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his stomach, not caring that there was only a thin sheet between your chest and his back. He tensed instantly, but you just rested your chin on his shoulder and stared at the same wall he was. “You know what I remember from that night?” Rafael didn’t respond. “I remember that talk you gave me. I think about it all the time because you were right. I grew up and boys got less confusing, but they didn’t get less gross, and there were more of them. And the more failed relationships I had, the more I thought about what you said, and how hard it is to find a guy that respectful, and kind, and mature.” 

“Y/N, what are you saying?” His chest vibrated as he spoke. You blushed when you realized the rant you’d gone on. You started to back away from him, but he held your arms in place against. “Y/N. What do you mean?” he repeated.

“I’m saying there are three men in the world that I fully trust. I can’t date my brother, and Lin’s already taken.” Rafael coughed and choked on nothing at all. You smiled and pressed your forehead to his back. “Do you regret it?” you asked quietly after a moment. The burning question had been put out and replaced by a flame of anxiety in your chest.

“Do I…” He sighed. “I regret how it happened but…I’d be lying if I said the thought of being with you hasn’t crossed my mind before.” he finished. He moved your arms and turned to face you more. You brought a hand back to the sheet, holding it in place. “Do you regret it?”

You looked down. “I think I just regret that we haven’t had this talk earlier.” you said honestly. 

Rafael smiled and pressed his forehead to yours. “So…that’s out there now.” he said quietly. 

“Yeah.”

“We don’t have to like put labels on it or anything. We can just…see where it goes.” 

You pulled away and nodded. “Yeah, I like that idea.” 

Rafael smiled and kissed you. You relished the feeling since you barely remembered the sloppy drunk kisses of last night. This one was much sweeter and meant so much more. You crossed your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He smiled and leaned forward onto the bed more. You pulled away suddenly. 

“Wait, what about Daveed?” you asked. 

Rafael’s eyes travel downward. “Honestly, I can’t give a fuck about your brother right now because that blanket just fell off of you and…” 

You giggled and kissed him again.


“Shhh.” Rafael teased a little over a month later. He kissed your neck slowly as he moved inside of you. “Someone might hear you and rat us out to your brother.” 

“Ugh please don’t talk about my brother while we’re fucking.” you complained. He met your eyes and smiled, not slowing his pace at all. You panted and held his gaze. 

“What…does it bother you?” he grunted. 

You nodded, finding it hard to talk. “Yeah…it’s a major turn o-ah…aha fuck fuck fuck.” you whined louder and louder. Rafael smiled and kissed your neck as you came. He finished soon after. 

Rafa rolled off of you and laid next to you, breathing heavily. You smiled and molded your body to his side, draping a leg over his waist. He smiled and kissed your forehead. You stayed there with him for a long time. The late afternoon sun streamed through the window. You loved laying in Rafa’s bed; it smelled like him even when he wasn’t there. 

“Hey, you want food?” he asked. 

“You’re always hungry after sex.” you laughed, sitting up. He smiled and stood up. 

“Can you blame me?” he asked, pulling a pair of sweatpants on. “You put me to work.” 

You smirked and searched under the blankets for your panties. They hit you in the chest and fell into your lap. You glared up at Rafa who laughed like a little kid. “Rude. Just for that, I’m stealing your shirt.” you proclaimed, picking it up off the floor and tugging it on.  

“Be my guest.” he smiled and pulled you in to kiss him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, but he grabbed your forearms and pushed you back. “Food.” He dragged out the vowel of the word and started pulling you towards his kitchen. 

You hopped up onto his counter and grinned when he raised an eyebrow at you. “What? It’s your place which means you should cook.” you reasoned. He rolled his eyes and started to pulling ingredients out. Ingredients meaning cheese and bread. Your eyes followed him all around the room. He was working at something directly across from where you were sitting and stared at the way the muscles of his back were moving. He sighed and turned around. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, kid?” he said. 

You held your hand to your chest. “Oh ouch. That was pretty platonic.” 

He smirked and put his hand on the counter, trapping you with his arms. “Is this platonic?” Rafa leaned forward and attached his lips to yours. You smiled and kissed him back, taking his face in your hands. 

“Yo, Rafa! You here?” 

You and Rafa stared at each other with wide eyes. You looked around frantically. Rafael had a very open kitchen; there was no way you could sneak out without Daveed seeing you. 

“Just…I’ll distract him.” Rafael whispered before disappearing. You stood in the most concealed corner of the kitchen. Daveed would only be able to see you if he actually walked into the kitchen. 

“Dude what’s that smell? Are you cooking?” 

You swore your life flashed before your eyes. Rafa appeared around the corner first, holding his hands up. 

“No wait!” he said desperately. 

“What are you doing?” Daveed said. He stepped into the kitchen and almost instantly locked eyes with you. His head cocked to the side, causing his curls to bounce. “Y/N?” He looked from you to Rafa, to your bare legs, to Rafa’s bare chest. “No.” he whispered. “No.” Then Rafa was being pushed against a wall by Daveed.  His fist collided with Rafael’s nose. 

“Woah! Daveed stop!” You ran forward and pushed him off of Rafael, standing between them. Daveed glared at Rafa over your shoulder. “You’re a fucking idiot.” you told him before turning to Rafa. He had his hand around his nose. “Let me see.” you said quietly.

He took his hand away. Your put your hand on his face and moved it so you could inspect forearm different angles. Rafa grabbed your forearm and looked at you. “It’s fine, Y/N. It’s barely even bleeding.” he said. The flow of blood that dripped onto his chest told you otherwise. You frowned up at him, but his eyes were sincere. “Really, I’m okay.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re making me sick.” Daveed spat. You turned and glared at him. 

You’re making me sick. You just punched your best friend in the face!” 

“Best friends don’t fuck each other’s sisters!” he yelled. 

“God, fuck you, Daveed.” you growled.

“I want to talk to Rafael alone.” 

“Hell no!” you said. “You’re gonna kill him.” You felt Rafa’s hand on your waist. 

“It’s okay.” he whispered. “I have some things I want to say to Daveed anyway.” 

You looked between them with and astonished expression. “You’re kidding, right? This involves me; I should be here.” Rafael turned you around and put his hand on your face. 

“Please?” 

You rolled your eyes and muttered something about male dominance before walking away to get toilet paper for Rafa’s noise. 

When you came back you heard, to your surprise, their voices at a somwhat normal volume.

“I can’t believe both of you went behind my back and did this.” 

“Can you blame us? You punched me when you found out, Diggs.” Rafa’s voice sounded strange. He was probably pinching his nose shut.

“You’re not supposed to sleep with my sister.” he seethed.

“You say that like I’m just sleeping with her. Dude, even if I wasn’t with her, she’d still be one of the most important people to me, you know that. Y/N’s the best thing in our lives.” Despite the situation, you smiled at Rafael’s words. 

“God, I can’t listen to this bullshit.” You heard footsteps.

“Hey!” Rafael shouted. “I don’t get why you’re so pissed. You’re always wanting Y/N to be with someone good for her-” 

“You’re not good for her! Your longest relationship was like six months long!”

“She’s 28. She can make her own decisions. When are you gonna stop treating her like a child?” 

“When she stops doing things that will get her hurt.” 

“She grew up with us, Daveed. She’s always gonna do stupid shit.” 

“Exactly! She’s supposed to be like your sister too! Doesn’t that bother you at all?”

“It’s bothered me since we were teenagers!” There was a long pause. Even you were shocked. 

“Seriously? That long ago.”

“I…yeah. Why do you think none of my other relationships lasted long?” Another pause. 

“You don’t deserve her.” Daveed’s voice was slightly quieter now.

Rafael laughed. “Yeah, I fucking know.” 

You figured it was as good a time as any to step in. You walked to Rafa and handed him the paper.  He thanked you and held it to his nose. You turned to your brother with your hands on your hips, waiting for him to say something. 

“You realize how bad it will be for me if you two break up?” he said. You looked to Rafa. The two of you hadn’t talked about that at all. Hell, you hadn’t even defined the relationship yet.

“Well obviously we aren’t planning on breaking up.” you said. “But if we do, we’re mature enough not to drag you into it or anything like that.” 

“This makes me feel so weird. I’m just putting that out there.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’ll get used to it.” 

“I mean, not that we actually need your permission, but does that mean you’re okay with it?” Rafael asked, scrubbing dried blood off his lip.

“Please, Daveed. Rafael’s a good guy, we both know that, and I’d really like it if I didn’t have to pretend that I haven’t seen his dick.” Rafa burst out laughing but quickly started to cough when Daveed glared at him. 

Daveed sighed and fisted his hair, looking between the two of you. “I mean you said it yourself; I guess I can’t stop you.” A smile broke out on your face. “But please continue to pretend you haven’t seen his dick and never talk about sex around me.” he added. 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.” You walked over to him and held your arms open to show you really did appreciate his acceptance. He smiled and pulled you into his chest. 

“I love you.” he murmured. 

“I love you too.” You smiled up at him. 

“I love you too, Daveed.” Rafael said. 

“I’m not sorry for punching you.” 

“Fair enough.” 

Daveed pulled away from you. “Alright, well I’m gonna leave before I decide I want to kill one or both of you.” He grabbed his keys. “Also, I’m taking this.” He held up a grilled cheese and bit into it before walking out of Rafa’s apartment. “Put some damn clothes on!” he called before the door shut. 

You turned to Rafa with wide eyes and let out a slow breath. 

“So…that went well.” he said. 

“Is your nose okay?” The blood was all cleaned away, but you were still worried. 

He shrugged and put his hands on your hips. “It’ll probably bruise, but it’s totally worth it.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Now I get to date his little sister.”

Your raised your eyebrows. “So, we’re dating now?”

“Oh yeah I’m totally making that executive decision and calling you my girlfriend.”

“It’s a good decision.” you agreed. Rafael gave a lopsided smile and quickly moved his head to kiss you.   

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?

Okay so, while I was in the shower, I got some ideas of reader taking care of drunk Sam. This story is actually kind of plain and tasteless, I dunno why I even wrote it. Oh well, enjoy.

English is not my first language.

part 2 here

Pairing: Sam Drake x reader

Warnings: none

Your lonely night was proceeding like usual. You were watching a movie on tv, snuggled on the sofa with a blanket when, at the stroke of midnight, you heard someone knocking on the door. What you hadn’t planned was your boyfriend being crazy-drunk, leaning on Victor Sullivan’s shoulder.

“Hate to break it to ya darling but these two fools decided to have a competition. So, here’s your man”

You helped Sam get into the house (but you mostly helped Victor get Sam off of himself)

“Jesus..” you exclaimed after Sam had breathed a hey babe, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leaning on you. He badly smelled of alcohol.

“Yeah, gotta go take care of that other numbskull who’s passed out in my car. Can’t wait to see Elena’s face…”

“Ugh, bye Sully”

The old man waved while walking towards the car. You struggled closing the door with the additional weight of Sam all over yourself.

“You know you’re in big troubles right?”

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anonymous asked:

I hate rich furby owners. We get it you have money to deck your babies out. Stop rubbing it in our faces with putting them with all these expensive game shit and putting s million accessories on. Ugh

im not rubbing it in anyones faces?? im literally just enjoying them.

it’s extremely rude of you to assume my financial situation as well. i’m a college student still living with my parents. my job pays $11 an hour. i make minimum wage, and just about all of it goes towards food and transportation. i bought the most recent two with money given to me by my grandfather, and my angel furby was given to me by my mother. and even so, this is literally none of your business? 

all the “expensive” accessories i put on my furbies were either gifts or bought from dollar and discount stores. i had a phase where i wore a lot of hair clips, so i use the ones that i, like i said, bought at the dollar store, and don’t wear anymore. as well as the bracelets and necklaces, most of which were given to me by my fiance or my parents as gifts. any that arent i bought also at the the dollar store.

i’m mentally ill. dressing up my furbies and taking pictures of them is one of the few things that make me happy. collecting toys is a hobby i’ve had since i was very young, and is one of the few things that make me happy. when i have extra money, yeah, i spend it on things that make my life more bearable.

you have no fucking right to come into my ask box and assume shit about me because i dont post any personal shit about myself. this would probably be the first time i’ve posted anything personal. i’m sorry you can’t afford to accessorize your furbies like i accessorize mine, but my financial choices are literally none of your business, and you have no right to come here on anon and accuse me of being a dick and rubbing shit in people’s faces when you know jack shit about me. and if you hate me, unfollow me. block me so you won’t have to see my posts anymore. i literally do not care. i’m doing this because it makes me happy, and i share my pictures because i hope to inspire people and make others happy. not to say “ha ha my furby has more necklaces than yours” or something, lmfao.

Tell Me How You Really Feel

Request: “ Okay! The reader is the first women to join the bullet club. The reader likes Kenny,but Kenny thinks she likes Matt more because they hang out and travel together more than the reader does with Kenny. Kenny is jealous of Matt, he says something hurtful around the reader. She ignores Kenny for awhile until Matt has enough of the silence and then looks. Nick and Matt put both of them in the room not letting them out until Kenny tell the reader how he feels. I’m sorry this was long.”

Requested by @s-allfandomsunite

A/N: Long requests are the best! So no worries! Also, I couldn’t get a gif to load, so I’ll have to try again later

Warnings: Y/N, gets called something offensive.

Word Count 968


Being the first female Bullet Club member wasn’t always easy. Fun? Entertaining? Amazing? Oh yeah. But, easy? Never. You were rudely awoken by your friend and roommate for the night Matt Jackson. He hit you with a pillow, and told you it was time to get up for your 3am flight.
“Ugh! Matt, you’re such a jerk!” You chuckled, throwing the pillow back at him and hitting him in the face. “Oh! I know you didn’t just do that!” He teased, before coming to your bedside, pillow in hand. 

“Matt! Stop!” You laughed. Before he could hit you with the pillow, you pinned him down, climbing on top of him. He smirked at you. “Ah, impressive Y/N. Very impressive.” You had his arms pinned behind his head, you tightened your grip and smiled. “Oh, I know. Now, I’ll let you go when you admit I’m better than you.” He scoffed. “Oh, absolutely not. I don’t lie Y/N.“ 

Your jaw dropped. “Ugh, I hate you sometimes!” You chuckled. “Ready to hate me even more?” He said before rolling you over, putting himself on top. “Ha!” He mocked. 

You rolled your eyes. “Ugh. You’re a douchebag.”
Just then, the door opened, and Adam Cole, Nick Jackson, and Kenny Omega walked in. 

“Oh..wow. Are we interrupting something..?” Adam chuckled. Nick laughed and shook his head. “Ooh! This looks way more fun then the night me and Adam had! She must be a fantastic roommate.” Kenny scoffed but said nothing.
You and Matt rolled your eyes, and he moved off of you. “Nothing was going on, just trying to get Y/N up.” He chuckled hitting you gently with his elbow.
“Trying to get Y/N up? I’d say by the looks of it, she’s the one that got you up, if you know what I mean..” Adam teased with a wink. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. You punched Adam in the shoulder super hard. “You’re terrible!” You chuckled. Matt shrugged. “Well..He’s not wrong.” You started to blush, whenever the rest of them, not counting Kenny, started to laugh. “I’m gonna have to find a new roommate.” You joked. 

Kenny cleared his throat. “Well, we’ve got a plane to catch. So we should probably go.” The rest of you nodded. And left for your flight.


After an ROH show, all of you super exhausted, Adam suggested that him and his favorite Bullet Club members, should go out for drinks. Of course, though you were tired, you all obliged. 


About an hour into drinks you’d lost track of your best friend Matt, Adam  and Nick were no where to find, but you saw Kenny sitting alone so you sat next to him and he cleared his throat and smiled at you. “Oh, hey Y/N.” You smiled back. “Hey Kenny. Have you seen Matt?" 

His smile dropped. "Oh. Yeah, I have..He was talking to some girl, they probably went back to a hotel together.” “Oh..” You said with a disappointed tone. You weren’t upset that he went home with a girl, honestly, good for him. But, you wanted to hang out with your best friend. And now you couldn’t. Bummer. 

Kenny scoffed and looked at you. “Yeah, I guess, you aren’t enough for him anymore. Being easy won’t get you everywhere I guess.” Your jaw dropped. “Easy..? Are you saying I’m..” He cut you off. “Slutty? Well, not the word I’d use, but if the shoe fits..” He smirked taking another drink. You were about to cry, especially since you really liked Kenny, you’d always had a bit of a crush on him.

You shook your head. “Gee, tell me how you really feel! You know what? Go to hell Omega.” You said before storming off. 

Over the next few weeks, you and Kenny said nothing to each other. You didn’t even want to be in the same room as him, you guys basically had to take turns hanging out with the rest of your friends.

You were unwrapping your wrist tape after a match when Matt grabbed your wrist. “Come on.” Was all he said before pulling you down the hall. “Where are we going..?” You asked. “Don’t worry about that.”

He took you to his dressing room. Nick was standing outside, and he nodded at his brother. Matt nodded back and then lightly pushed you inside his dressing room and locked the door from the outside.

“Now. You guys, make up. Or you aren’t getting out." 

Well, you knew who they had to be talking about. You turned around and saw none other then Kenny Omega sitting down pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Ugh.” Was all you could say.  Kenny threw his hands up in defense. “Y/N, just..let me talk.” You sighed. “Well, I don’t know. That might be too easy.” You mocked as you plopped down across from him. He took your hand, and you started to blush. 

“Please?” You nodded. Letting him say what he needed to. 

“I am, so sorry. I was drunk and mad, and that was so, so, out of line, and offensive. And I can’t believe I would be that stupid. I was just jealous of you and Matt, because…I really like you, and I always have..And it killed me to see you with him. So..that’s how I really feel.” He explained. “Wow..well, I accept your apology, and you can make it up to me, by taking me out on a date tonight.” You smiled. He smirked widely. 

“Well, that sounds amazing.” Your smile grew wider and you cupped his face, before crashing your lips into his. Finally, you pulled away for air. “And that felt amazing..” He nodded. “Agreed.” Just then Matt started banging on his door. 

“You guys better not be making out in my locker room!”

Salty Quinn Appreciation Post

I took over 300 screen caps on Balmorra. (*shakes fist* FRAPS!!) And can we just take a moment to appreciate the snarky fucking fox that is Malavai Quinn?  


I mean, what is this face? It’s the face of a man who will snark at a wounded Jedi and is most definitely fantasizing about knowing you in the carnal sense.

And this? This is just rude levels of sass. Fuck, Bioware, why doesn’t he stand like this on my ship? Nothing would ever get done but who cares?

Swag (/swag/), noun: striding in like a fucking hero to tell your new, very deadly lady love you had her back the entire time.

I mean… ugh that smug little smile. Stop it.

Homophic

Pairing: John Laurens x reader

Words: 426

Warnings: blood, rude words, homophobes

Request: Requested by anonymous: !! a john x reader where reader is an amazing street fighter and john and him face off against some thugs !! and make it gay thank u

A/N: eugh I hate writing mean street people I hate using the words they use even though I know that’s what they’d say I just.. Ugh it makes me uncomfortable because why are people so rude?? (Like I legitimately hesitated and stopped when writing because I just couldn’t handle it I’m too nice)

You walked with John, holding his hand in yours. You were thankful for nights like this, because you didn’t see many people who would try to hurt you.

Or John.

You ignored the quiet shuffling behind you, until someone yelled.

“Hey fags!” A stranger called. You felt John’s grip on your hand tighten. You gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Just ignore him.” You whispered, and the two of you walked on.

“Did you hear me, you pieces of shit?” They persisted. John noticeably tensed.

“They’ll go away eventually.” You assured.

“No they won’t.” He retorted.

You stared at the ground, walking on.

You thought they were finally gone, when a hand grabbed John’s shoulder and pulled him back. The stranger sent a punch to John’s face, knocking him to the ground.

The blood dripping down his face was evident, and you quickly sprung into action.

Three other men surrounded John as he was on the ground, almost as if they’d completely forgotten about you. The first man glanced at John, before setting his sights on you. He moved forward, raising his clenched fist. You ducked down, avoiding the incoming punch. Suddenly, you grabbed his arm and pulled it back behind his back. He yelled, struggling against your grasp.

You glanced behind you, seeing John on his feet. He gave you a quick smile before jumping out of the way to avoid injury. You kicked the man to the ground, sending a blow to his face. He fell to the ground, and you took advantage of that to move on to another attacker.

John had already knocked another to the ground, and with two left, you easily beat them together.

Four men lay on the ground, moaning in pain.

“We should get out of here.” John grabbed your arm, pulling you down the street.

He stopped, pulling you into a deep kiss. You melted into it, wrapping your arms around him.

You were glad to have man like him.

Nice Guns

i wrote the first half of this at work on my phone. possibly bad; this genre is quite removed from what i normally write.

featuring: awkward satya, wingman hana, and bemused fareeha.

It was the eleventh hour, Satya was getting cold feet, and Hana was at the end of her rope. 

“It’s not hard. I’ve seen you do much harder things without breaking a sweat." 

"This is different,” Satya said, somehow managing a stately air even when nervously playing with the hard-light emitting from her left palm. “People are different. Especially–" 

"Especially when you liiike them?” It was probably mean to be teasing her, but Hana had no patience left. If needling Satya got results, needling it would have to be. “Especially when it's Fareeha?" 

"You’re making me regret ever asking you for help,” Satya said through tight lips, looking away. 

“Okay, okay,” Hana relented. “I’m sorry. Look, I know you’re nervous, but it’ll be fine. And when I say you’ve been through harder–if you can blast a Talon agent’s face off from three feet away with your projector, you can definitely deliver a pick-up line." 

Satya took a deep breath, seeming to steel herself. "You’re right. I can do this." 

Hana checked her handheld. In exactly seven minutes, Fareeha Amari would emerge from the doors of the gym adjacent them, done with her workout and heading for the showers, just as she did each morning. 

(It really was a match made in heaven, Hana thought.) 

And then, just as they’d practiced, Satya would flawlessly deliver her line, Pharah would respond positively, and they’d set a date for Friday. Yes. Another easy win for D.Va. 

Or, at least, it should have been, had someone not been getting cold feet. 

"Okay. Let’s run through it again. I’m Pharah." 

"All right.” Satya concentrated, then donned a look of artificial surprise. “Oh, Captain Amari! I like–" 

"No, no. No Captain Amari. Pharah or Fareeha. Informal. You’re flirting, not attending a military briefing." 

"It seems…so rude." 

"Ugh, Satya! She’ll love it; trust me. Nobody else calls her Captain Amari. You think we’re all being rude too?" 

Satya’s expression said, "Yes, absolutely, very much so,” but outwardly she only pursed her lips. 

“‘Hello, Fareeha,’ then." 

"Okay…?” Hana said, leaning forward, egging her on. 

“I like–” Satya stopped, shook her head, and then continued, a look of disproportionate intensity crossing her face. “I like your guns." 

There you go,“ Hana said, deciding that now was probably not the best time to critique Satya’s form. It was important to optimize morale. 

"But what if she doesn’t know what it means? What if she thinks it’s…crass?" 

"It’s too late to worry about that now. Look, she’ll get it, and she’ll like it. I swear. If she doesn’t, you can blame me." 

(A promise she might regret making later, but, well. That was Later Hana’s problem.) 

Satya opened her mouth, but before she had the chance to say whatever she’d been about to say, the reinforced glass doors of the gym slid open, revealing their target herself. Fareeha’s hair was pulled back, her workout clothing was slightly damp, and sweat gleamed on her skin.

Hana thought it was something of a miracle that that alone wasn’t enough to quash Satya’s interest.

Fareeha looked surprised to see the two of them lurking outside, but in typical form she recovered quickly. 

"Hana, Satya. What are you doing out here?" 

Hana gave Satya a meaningful look, but the woman seemed to have been overtaken by the sort of paralyzing fear typically associated with the imminent possibility of death. Her mouth was silently moving, her eyes were wide, and it seemed unlikely she would recover immediately.

"Hey, Fareeha, you know, yesterday I was watching Jack on the practice range,” Hana said, attempting to divert attention from Satya’s current predicament. “I think he was trying to beat your records with those helix rockets of his, but he didn’t even come close.”

“That's—”

“And then at my livestream last night, someone accused me of hacking. Me! How petty can you get? I can sleep at night knowing that I’ve never even thought about using an aimbot in my life, and that idiot has to live with himself, knowing he got told to git gud by D.Va—”

“Hana,” Fareeha interrupted firmly,  "I would love to chat, but I’m in something of a hurry.“ And then she was throwing her towel over her shoulder and heading for the showers. Satya was still chewing her lip, looking panicked, and Hana threw caution to the winds.

"Wait! Satya has something she wanted to tell you.”

Fareeha paused and looked back. Satya managed to send quite a vicious look Hana’s direction before she seemed to pull herself together. She straightened, clasped her hands behind her back, and stared at Pharah with utmost seriousness.

“Er, what is it?” Fareeha asked.

“Captain F—Amari,” Satya said. “I like—I like—”

Here it comes. Hana leaned forward in her perch on the windowsill. It had looked grim there for a few moments, but Satya was righting the ship.

“I—admire your dedication to justice and the protection of innocents.”

Hana herself couldn’t say whether the noise that escaped her mouth was a hysterical laugh or a groan of despair. Probably it was somewhere between the two.

When she managed to sit up straight once more, she saw Fareeha wearing a puzzled but not entirely displeased expression. Satya, for her part, had gone utterly stiff once more.

“Well…thank you?” Fareeha said, and seemed to decide on pleased. She smiled, then turned and disappeared down the hall toward the locker rooms.

When she was gone, Satya collapsed (rather dramatically, Hana thought) onto a conveniently-produced hard-light stool and buried her face in her hands.

“What happened? We practiced!” Hana slid off the windowsill and paced in circles.

“Never mind. I’m sorry for wasting your time, Hana,” Satya mumbled into her palms. “I am clearly a lost cause.”

Immediately, she felt bad. “No, no. Come on. At least you said something, right? And she smiled, so it’s not like she was totally weirded out or anything.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Wrong! Hey, the Satya I know doesn’t give up like that. Show her what you’re made of. It can only go up from here, right?”

Satya lifted her head, considered, and then nodded. Her face steeled.

“Yes. I can only go up from here.”

At dinner that night, Hana was sitting at her table and poking at her food, waiting for the others to join her. As Satya approached, Fareeha walked behind her and seemed to murmur something. Satya’s lips parted, her mouth curling into a smile that she was obviously trying very hard to suppress. She looked back to respond, but Fareeha was already sitting down, a private smile adorning her own features.

Satya’s shy grin remained as she sat down across from Hana.

“What did she say?”

“She said nothing.”

“Satyyyya. Come on!”

“This is neither the time nor the place.”

“I’m your wingman! You have to tell me.”

Satya merely pursed her lips primly and began eating.

It took a full half-hour to finally whine and plead and coax the answer out of her, but at last Satya tired of Hana’s inexhaustible energy and told her.

“She said, 'I find your love of order very attractive as well.’” She smiled while recounting it, seemingly unable to resist.

Yes!” Hana let out a gleeful shout and punched the air, earning a reproachful look from Hanzo at the next table. “It worked! It worked!”

“I suppose it did,” Satya allowed, resuming eating.

stare into the sky until we're blind [3/5]

Pairing: Beca/Chloe (Pitch Perfect)

Rating: T

Words: 5408 

Summary: Chloe Beale has one rule. Just one. Had she known that the odd combination of hair dye, a crappy old convertible, sixty-plus hours of driving, a mix CD, and one Beca Mitchell would lead to her breaking it, she never would have suggested going on this stupid road trip in the first place.

Notes: I have this up on AO3 now, so those of you who prefer reading it there (or those who want to catch up on part one or two) can, with this magical link

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you’re touring with 5sos pt 2

A/N: this is from a while ago, I thought I’d do a part 2 (find part 1 here


“So what happened!!!” Rayanne screeched, only whispering after you slapped her arm. You were sitting with your best friends all smushed into Haley’s bunk, and you were all dying to know what was going on. “Yeah, are you guys dating?” Alex asked, being careful to be somewhat quiet since the boys were playing video games in the back of the bus. 

The three of you looked at her expectantly, and she blushed before answering softly. “We’re not necessarily dating, we’re just having fun ya know? It’s totally casual, not a big deal,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You smirked, “Well as long as you guys are being ‘casual’ and safe…...if you know what I mean.” 

Haley smacked you upside the head but you just laughed, sticking your tongue out at her. “Yeah, we’re all super stoked, but just be careful” Rayanne smiled. 

“Yeah” Alex butted in, “If we hear anything about him hurting you I know where to get knives and we’ll castrate him.” You all looked at Alex with shocked expressions but couldn’t help from bursting into laughter; she always was the first one to suggest a violent end for a wrong doing, and really you had not expected anything less. Just then the curtain was flung open to reveal Ashton with a smile on his face, “Hey, what’s got all of you laughing so hard? We can hear you from all the way in the back even with the volume turned up.” You all turned to look at each other but you erupted into yet another fit of giggles, causing Ashton to just look confused and walk away, not before muttering girls….I’ll never understand them. Haley wiped the stray tears from her eyes as she caught her breath from laughing so hard, “Alright guys you know I love you, but get out I’m going to bed.” 

“But Haleyyyyy!” you whined, latching onto her waist and wrapping your legs around her like a koala, “don’t you love me??” 

“Ugh, no” she said, struggling to push you off of her, only managing to shove your face into the mattress. 

“Well that was wicked rude,” you huffed, licking her arm because you knew it would annoy her. And it did. 

“Ew! Y/N! You’re so gross!! Rayanne help me!” she protested. Rayanne just laughed a big nope and shook her head, heading to her own bunk, Alex not far behind her. 

“Ha, you’re in trouble now!” you whispered creepily in her ear, as she tried to unwrap your arms from around her waist. She stopped all of a sudden.  

“If you don’t get off of me I’m gonna get Calum in here” she said quietly. You gasped, “You wouldn’t….” 

“Wanna bet?” she challenged, raising her eyebrows deviously at you. You continued to stare her down, daring her her do it, but she wouldn’t…….

“Oh Cal-” That little snake! She didn’t even get a chance to finish saying his name before you clamped your hand over her mouth, instantly letting go of her. She smacked your hand away, “I knew it!” she whisper- shouted. “I knew you had a crush on him!” You huffed and rolled your eyes; you couldn’t even deny it because she’d see through your flimsy lie. “You should make a move on him” she suggested, giving you a suggestive look. You scoffed, “Me? Make a move on him? Don’t be ridiculous, you know he’s got literally a whole selection of girls he could be with, they practically throw themselves at him…..I mean I would too if I had the balls.” You sighed wistfully before speaking again, “I know it’ll never happen, and I’m fine with that….as long as we can be friends.” 

“Girl that is sad, you need to get it!” Haley pressed, poking you right in the squishy spot below your shoulder/collarbone. You smacked her hand away and got out of her bunk, rolling your eyes. “Goodnight Haley” you said with a smile, walking towards your bunk. 

“Just think about it!” 

“You’re the worst!” 

You just heard her laughing before you got to your bunk. What the….? You were more than surprised to find a familiar body already resting there. “Psst! Cal! Hey you’re in my bunk you fart face” you whispered loudly, poking his cheek and patting his head in hopes that he would get up and move. He brought his hand up to swat yours away but missed, so he let his hand rest beside him. “I know but I’m tired and want cuddles” he mumbled into your pillow. “What?” you could barely hear him, plus he was half unconscious with sleep. You sat on the edge of the bunk trying to hear him better. But instead of repeating what he said he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into him. “Just stay here with me” he murmured. You definitely heard him that time. Did you really want to sleep with Calum? What if everyone saw you together in the morning? All of these questions were swirling through your mind……But what if this was your only chance? 

You made a quick decision and kicked off your slippers, shimmying down to grab the blanket and brought it to cover the both of you halfway. You turned so your back was to Calum’s chest, leaving a few inches between you just in case. “Also you better not be drooling on my pillow or I swear to our lord and saviour–” 

“Oh hush” Calum said softly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close so your back was flush against his chest, and he moved so his legs were intertwined with yours. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder before muttering a quiet ‘Night Y/N. You felt your entire face and chest flush, and you were glad that you weren’t facing him so he wouldn’t see your rosy cheeks. “Goodnight Cal,” you whispered, before closing your eyes and letting the steady rhythm of his heart lull you to sleep.


part 3 / part 4