uhhh you okay there

nico cant take a break

Rogue, Bounty hunter, Dragon and dwarf were all captured and were going to be sold on the black market
A faint voice comes from another cell after they kill and behead the guard I hadn’t expected to show up
DM (me): alright, Willow (Rogue), roll perception for me please
Rogue: Uhhh, seventeen
DM: okay, you look around and you see a half elf child that seems to be about 12 years old
Dragon: //Seems//
DM: No, like, they’re twelve, they //are// twelve
Rogue: I wanna talk
They discover that Andy (half elf) was being held captive so their sister would be forced to take hostages for the black market
Rogue: My //heart//, this kid is mine now
DM: You can’t just–
Rogue: ANDY IS MINE NOW *picks Andy up and runs away*
(She rolled high for it and I couldn’t stop her lmao)

My friend *the straightest cracker ever* : so what do you wanna watch?

Me *the gayest little shit* : oh uhhh..up to you

My friend : okay how about C-


My friend : wha??

Sometimes I think about how strange and unpleasant it is that Tetra gets left behind in Hyrule Castle. Daphnes tells her that she’s the last descendant of the royal family, and then, having dropped this bomb, he orders her to remain right where she is. He takes Link back to the surface of the Great Sea, and Tetra is expected to stay there by herself, a brave but small girl in a creepy castle deep under the ocean.

Time may have stopped in Hyrule, but Tetra is still alive. There’s nothing for her to eat, there’s nothing for her to drink, there’s nowhere for her to rest, and I don’t even want to think about things like soap and toilet paper. This girl has spent her entire life going on adventures and searching for treasure and bossing around a group of pirates, but now she has nothing to do except sit and wait.

When Ganondorf shows up to kidnap her, Tetra is probably like, OKAY DUDE LET’S GO.

Could've Sworn I've Heard This Tale Before...

Context: We were at a tea house/inn in response to an ad for an entertainer, since my Drow elf was the only one who had an entertainers background, I had to entertain the patrons there to get us a place to stay for the night

DM: They look expectantly to you for a story.

Drow: I’ll tell a classic tale about a hero rescuing the princess.
*proceeds to roll a 4 for performance*

DM: The lady who owns the tea house suggests that you tell another story. Fast.

Drow: Uhhh okay I tell a tale of a halfling who lived in a hole who one day gets recruited by a mage and a bunch of dwarves to rescue the dwarves’ fortune that is in the mountains that were once their home, guarded by a dragon.

DM: ….roll for it

Drow: *proceeds to roll a natural 20*

DM: The halflings in the tea house give you a standing ovation. There are tears being shed. Everyone has gathered around you to listen. Someone in the background says “wait. I’ve heard this story before…”

Needless to say, it was the best timed natural 20 of the night.

sorry if I’m confusing you all by not only giving you a new website but also changing my tumblr name LOLOL I WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU ON WEDNESDAY, I PROMISE YOU’RE GONNA REALLY LIKE THE UPDATE…..I HOPE IT MAKES YOU SMILE……………IT MAKES ME FACE PALM A LOT

Momma said to call if anything bad happens

A/N: I can’t believe it’s been so long since I updated this. I miss it so much. Catch up on the masterlist!

Before the Series

Dean’s age-17

Sam’s age-13

Reader’s age-3, almost 4

Nearly a year had passed since John had heard from your mom and it has taken a large toll on every one of the Winchesters. Sam was sad, Dean was worried, and John was angry. They were told that you’d be coming back into their lives soon but then your mom went radio silent, no longer calling, sending letters, she didn’t even tell Bobby where you two were or what you were doing.

It was like you just vanished.

John had tried to track you down a few times, however in order to do it properly he would have to investigate the deaths of your mother’s family, which took him away from finding out what killed Mary. He was torn and tried his hardest to do both at the same time, but it proved to be too difficult.

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“Sam?” You had been surprised when his name flashed up on your screen. It immediately had you worried–almost panicked. You hadn’t heard from him in quite a while, maybe over 6 months, and you hadn’t heard from Dean since–well… since everything blew up or turned to shit. Sam called every now and then to check in. Cas showed up randomly to check in, in his usual Cas way. But mostly you were out of touch with that period of your life now. “Is everything okay?” you asked.

“Uhhh…” you heard the exhaustion in Sam’s voice mixing with something else. “Mostly. Sort of…” he trailed off.

“What does that mean?”

“Nobody is dead. Or dying…”

You scoffed and let out a wry laugh. “Well, in Winchester-world that is definitely something. What’s going on then?”

Sam hesitated on the other end of the line. He and Cas had gone back and forth about calling you over and over. It was a last resort, and he still wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or a bad idea. “Dean is–” What exactly? What do you call someone barreling head first toward their own collapse willingly? What do you call someone who seems suddenly a shell of their old self? “Dean is–having problems.”

Your chest tightened around your lungs, constricting them like a vacuum was pulling toward your core. “What kind of problems?”

Another silence on the other end of the phone. “It’s–he’s just–it’s bad.”

You paced, anxiety rising up within you. “Why are you calling me, Sam?”

“I think you can help. I think you’re the only person who can help pull him out of it. Please.” The desperation in his voice wasn’t lost on you, and you could sense that it was mixing with frustration, and worry, and a profound sadness that he couldn’t help his own big brother himself.

You gulped, unable to ignore the sick feeling in your stomach or the way your knees felt suddenly weak at the thought of stepping back into your old life, even if it was just temporary. “Okay,” you said. “I’ll try.”

So it’s @octoking ‘s birthday! Prince, you’re an amazing artist and friend ^^ I love talking to you, our talks about cute girls are A+ x,D You deserve the sun *pun activated*

So I did a small thingy! I know this isn’t much but I wanted to do something nice for you;; So I made your wife with pixels~ eheh
I hope you like it! And I hope you’re enjoying your day, you deserve great things <:

Closer - Archie x Reader

Archie x Reader request 

Reader: Y/N 

This was a quick idea that came to mind after someone requested with something that didn’t have to do with Jughead as the romantic entanglement. Hope you guys like it. 

Word Count: 1250

You sat there waiting for the bell to ring, doodling in your notebook. You looked up as your eyes were drawn to the bright red hair in front of you. He turned around, “Hey, do you have an extra pencil?” This had become a weekly occurrence, enough that you already had an extra pencil handy. You handed it to him.

Biology was rather just a run of the mill class. And with the exception of the time Cheryl Blossom had admitted to know something about Jason’s murder, not much else was exciting about it. 


The final bell rang and you couldn’t help to notice that Ethel, your lab partner, was absent. While looking back up from your drawing, you had noticed that Cheryl wasn’t in class either. You gave a slight exasperated sigh knowing what the teacher would do next. 

“Y/L/N! Andrews! Your partners today and for the assignment”. 

Archie turned around and gave a slight smile before grabbing his books and joining the seat next to you. 

You could feel your nerves tense up. Here was the new star of the football team and one of the nicest guys forced to talk to you for at the next 50 minutes and for predetermined time after. You had a crush on Archie for as long as you could remember. You could pinpoint it back to the 6th grade. Back when it was just one classroom and you were assigned to sit with each other. You would help him with his math and he would make slight little jokes with you. 

As he sat down, you couldn’t shake the nerves of how he made you feel. The class passed by in a haze, with you just trying to focus on the sheet in front of you. And then you were given project proposals on a presentation that each partnership would have to present the following week. 

Archie quickly looked over the sheet, “do you want to do this at my place?”

“Uhhh sure”, the few words barely tripped out of you mouth. 

“Okay. Will today work? I’ve got a game tomorrow”, the next bell rang and everyone around you started to grab their stuff. 

You slowly got your books together, “Yeah, that should be fine”, you were trying to find some confidence in your words. 

“Alright, I’ll find you after school”, Archie gave another smile and a slight wave and then headed of class. 

It was the end of the day, and the last bell had rung. You were at your locker putting away your books, slowly trying to prepare yourself for Archie’s. You had to get out of your head and you thought, “just focus on the assignment and you’ll be fine”. 

“Ready?”, you looked behind the door of your locker and there was the flame red hair in front of you once again. 

You nodded, “yep”. You just kept thinking that you probably had to get more than one word out if you were actually going to do the assignment. You made your way out of the school with Archie about one step in front of you along the way. 

A few moments went by when Archie finally decided to break the silence. “So…how’s your art going?”, he gave a slight smile while looking to you. 

You tried to match his step now and while slightly amazed that he had remembered. “Good. There’s a student show next week but I’m still deciding what paintings to choose”, you returned a similar smile. Your turn to talk - “How’s the music?” 

“Going well, I think. I’m writing everything down now and I’m trying to get more creative with my lyrics”, you could tell he was happy to talk about it. 

For some reason you blurted the word, “Poetry”. 

Archie looked a little confused, “what?” 

“You should read some modern poetry, it will get ideas flowing and you can get more complex lyric structure ideas ”, you felt a little nervous again. 

“Oh. That’s not a bad idea!”, Archie seemed a little chipper now. “So. Is there something you’re working on now?” 

“Uh yeah. It’s this contemporary mash up of ideas put together. The main color scheme has a lot of reds and warm tones but it’s a mixture of this thing in my head,” Your hands were expressing your words now. “It’s like a combination of a galaxy, a black hole and then lightening but also has this cellular texture to it”. Your realized you were rambling. “It’s just something abstract that I couldn’t get out of my head….” 

“I get that”, Archie seemed a little surprised by how much you were talking but nodded along to it. “Sometimes I get a lyric in my head and it bugs me until I can get it down on paper and have a tune to it”. He gave a bigger smile. 

You were finally at Archie’s as he unlocked the door and headed back to the kitchen. You followed suit. He placed his backpack on the counter and you plopped yours in a chair, digging out your science notes and the paper with the project on it. 

“So who do you like?” Archie seemed chipper again while you lightly blushed.

“…what?”, you weren’t sure what he was talking about. 

“Artist wise. Like, who’s your favorite painter?”. His curiosity seemed natural.

“Oh”, you were trying to keep your cheeks calm now. 

“Probably a tie between Egon Schiele and Chuck Close….I suck at portraits so I envy them and their style for it”. 

He gave a small laugh. “I have no idea who those people are”. 

Your giggle followed his laugh. “Here”. You popped out your phone and showed him artwork from both of them. 

“Wow. The size of his stuff are crazy!”. He had your phone in his hand now.

“Yeah he has this whole pulley system to hoist himself up”, you showed him a photo of how Close structures out his paintings. “See?” Suddenly you realized Archie’s whole body was hovering over you. 

Your face got slightly blushed again. His face looked back at yours, his eyes intent into your pupils. Suddenly his eyes looked to your lips for a second. He looked back up and then back down to them again. Before you knew it, Archie’s lips were on yours, his hand slightly around a side of your neck. The kiss was long, but sweet, sincere even. You just felt his gentle lips on yours. 

“Uhhh…Arch?”. Upon the words heard you both split your bodies away from each other in a flash. 

“Dad! Uh…hi! We’re just working on a project…” his eyes drew back to you and you were beating red. 

“Yep. That’s exactly what that looked like….uh and you are…”. 

“This is Y/N…”, Archie slightly gestured his arms to you. You gave an awkward wave. 

 “Oh I remember you. You were in elementary school with Archie right?”, Mr. Andrews hadn’t seem to catch the motioning that Archie was doing to get him out of the kitchen.  

“Yep…that’s me”, your eyes barely looked at Mr. Andrews. 

Finally realizing that Archie was embarrassed “Well I’ll be in the den if you two need anything”. He grabbed his stuff and headed to the other side of the house.

Both Archie and you looked at each other and gave a small laugh simultaneously. “Well that was memorable”, Archie’s hand was slowly trying to reach yours now. 

 You smiled down at his hand, “that it was”. You gave a gleeful smile again.


A small scene I got in my head. It’s not a request or anything, and its written in first person. Its one of the few self indulgent pieces i actually write out, and Im actually really proud of it for some reason. 

so here’s just some cuteness with Pidge ! enjoy~


No one knew or cared what time it was. Time doesn’t exist in space. So by all accounts, no one could blame me for lounging on the sitting room floor, pillow against the wall to rest on. A pitcher of tea (the Altean equivalent, Coran assured me) to my side along with the reports I should’ve been reviewing. Instead though, I played a playlist of nostalgic songs from home, eyes half lidded as I flipped through an adult coloring book, saddened by the small number of art supplies there was to choose from. Another thing to add to the to-do list.

I didn’t have the energy to sigh or complain about it honestly, it wasn’t a huge bother. I just wanted to ignore responsibility, for a little while at least. Maybe doing so would finally rid me of this blasted headache. Four days of constant dull thumping in a ring around the head couldn’t be good. But with such things as the fate of the universe looking overhead… Let’s just find a picture to colour, shall we?

“Talking to yourself now, huh?” Pidge sauntered through the archway from the dining hall, hands behind her back like she was more prestigious than me. Seeing right through her, I pretended to keep mumbling to myself.

“Strange, I feel a draft suddenly. Didn’t know that happened up in space.” She scoffed and gracefully sat in front of me, head resting on her hands with her elbows pressing against her crossed legs.

“How long have you been up for? At least a day, right?” The somewhat scolding tone wasn’t expected from her, all-nighters were her forte after all. Why she cared about my sleep schedule or lack thereof was a curiosity.

“About 70 hours, but who’s counting.” Shifting in my position, I regretted choosing the hard floor to sit rather than the couch, but I surely wasn’t going to get up now. Pidge clicked her tongue in response, taking my book away from me and setting it aside before pushing my knees apart. It wasn’t uncommon that she did whatever she liked around me, and I was in no position to stop her… nor do I think I would have.

Some think it strange, Allura particularly would question it, but Pidge and I were closer than most friends. As she set herself between my legs, back against my chest, she pulled my arms around her torso like a belt, strapping herself in. We’d sit like this on occasion, while watching a movie or just to relax. The closeness was comforting, more so for me than her, I think. Even so, I was glad she indulged me and even more glad that she had warmed up to it as well.  

“Close your eyes okay? I’m gonna try singing a lullaby.” Now this was a first, I had to stifle a giggle that she surely felt through my chest. If she had, she didn’t say anything, but I could somehow feel the smile on her lips as she sang to me.

Somebody’s takin’ a train to SleepyTime Junction,

Somebody is so tired He can barely function,

So He’s hoppin’ on that train to SleepyTime Junction!

Somebody’s takin’ a train to SleepyTime Junction…

Her voice wasn’t melodic, or angelic like the stories would claim all girls sang like. Instead it was a bit wispy, a soft rumble as she kept her voice low for just me to hear. Her arms rested on mine around her as she leaned against me, allowing my cheek to rest upon her head. For a just a moment, I thought that I could stay like this forever…



Pidge was promptly pushed off my lap and given the most brutal of silent treatments. It was truly a struggle to not smile as she laughed in utter satisfaction. I would have none of it.

As quick as my exhausted body could manage, I grabbed her arm and yanked her back against me, locking her into the same position we were in moments before, this time using my legs and arms to hold her still as she mockingly fought my “capture.”

“No! You can’t hold me down!” she cried through her fit of giggles. Unable to help myself I gave into her joy and laughed with her, still holding her with me. She stopped struggling and soon enough her fit calmed, fading into soft sweet hums as she pressed her ear against where my heart sat inside my chest.

“This means war, you know. If I don’t get any sleep neither do you.”

“It’s a competition then. Winner takes all.”

We ended up falling asleep like that. I don’t know for how long, but when I awoke, sadly still with a headache. A blanket, usually reserved for movie nights, was covering Pidge and I. Of whom was still sleeping gently in my lap, hugging my arm loosely.  I refused to ruin such a precious sight, so I gave the room a quick scan before trying to get more rest.

Stuck on my coloring book was a note that simply read –

Step 1. Admit you’re in love

Step 2. Confess to your love

Step 3. Profit

Namjoon + 48

Anonymous said: #48 and TOP please if you can. If not him, then Namjoon. Thank you so much 😊 your writing is great

“I’m not annoying you, am I?”

Warning: NSFW. Don’t read if you’re underage.

Originally posted by btspicsdaily

Intense. Passionate. Extremely motivated. They were all words you’d been told describe your husband and his work ethic. They were all things you’d realized long before you’d agreed to his proposal - before you’d agreed to accept the ring he’d offered you. Because without a doubt, his passion and vision were definitely qualities you admired in Namjoon. You loved the way his dedication to his band had kept him driven, had lead them to succeed over and over again. In fact, it was one of the reasons you’d fallen so deeply in love with him in the first place.

When your baby girl was born, he’d applied that same passion to raising your child. He’d been there every step of the way, whenever he could. He’d dedicated his life to your family with the same motivation he’d given to BTS, and he’d tried so hard to create space in his packed schedule to ensure she was given the time you knew she needed to bond with her father. He’d even taken her to dance practices and studio outings when he’d felt like he hadn’t been seeing her as much as he’d like, much to the joy of the other boys.

But applying himself to two huge areas of his life caused him to spread himself thin. It caused him to come to bed exhausted, shoulders sagging and snores echoing loudly from him before his head had even hit the pillow. And with a well of sympathy, you’d regretted the life he chose to lead in order to create the balance he wanted to have. So, tonight as you’d sat watching him across the apartment - torso hunched over his laptop as he worked, papers and notes spread out across the dining room table so recently filled with the messy marks of your daughter’s hand prints made during the dinner he insisted you shared together every night - you’d come up with a plan. A plan to help him relieve some of his stress.

‘Joonie…’ You cooed as you approached from the bedroom you’d just exited, black robe wrapped tightly around you to hide your secret.

‘Mmmm?’ He mumbled in response, not even turning his head towards you.

‘What are you working on?’ You question, hands reaching out to wrap around his shoulders and hug him from behind, peering at a screen full of squiggly lines and colours you couldn’t understand.

‘Just this remix thing Yoongi wants me to check. I should really be doing it in the studio, but I wanted to come home and have dinner with you and Yuna before she went to bed, so it was easier just to finish it on my laptop.’ He continues to work, hand hovering over the mouse as he clicks through the programme.

‘Hmmm… Looks confusing.’ You reach a hand forward to point to something on the screen, breasts pressing intentionally against his upper back. ‘What does that mean?’ His body pauses, hand halting it’s movement over the touchpad on the laptop. His head turns towards yours, eyebrows raised as a smirk plastered itself across his lips, his soft dimples shining through his cheeks.

‘Since when have you taken an interest in this kind of stuff?’ He quips jestingly, curiosity lacing itself through his voice.

‘Since you’ve been coming home with more and more work and it’s become almost impossible to tear you away from the laptop.,’ You shoot back, a quick kiss dusting against the dots of joy that pierced his cheeks every time he grinned. ‘Explain what’s going on.’

‘Well… We’re basically at the end of this one. It’s just running it through and listening to the layering, seeing if the beats match the vocals and the rhythm.’ He responds quickly.

‘Mind if I watch?’ You question.

‘Uhhh… Okay.’ His answer is unsure, his intuition sensing that you were up to something. He’d been married to you long enough to know that you randomly showing interest in his work was a reason to cause suspicion. Regardless, he returns to the computer, clicking away.

Your hands release him gently from his hug, running smoothly along his pectoral muscles before coming to rub along the tops of his shoulders. Slowly, you begin working along the thick band of muscle, fingers deftly massaging the tension you could feel knotted through his shoulders.

‘Joonie, you feel so tight…’ You murmur quietly as he works, the clicks of the mouse faltering only briefly as you work your hands into his shoulders, pushing an even amount of pressure across their broadness. 

Your comments are met by nothing but a short, agreeing groan. You continue regardless, slipping your hands beneath the t-shirt he was wearing to make directly contact with the warmth of his skin. The mouse stops clicking, a short but noticeable shiver shifting across his skin as he pauses his work. Bingo.

‘Y/n…’ His voice is a half moan, full of pleasure as you continue to work your magic to ease the stress crushing through his muscles.

I’m not annoying you, am I?,’ Your head reaches down, whispering your next words in a breathy sentence against his ear. ‘I can stop if you want.’ It takes a few seconds of consideration before you get your answer, the air filling with his indecision.

‘No, baby.,’ He answers finally, head turning towards yours to lace a soft kiss across your lips. ‘It feels fucking amazing.’

‘I thought you might enjoy it.’ You purr, hands linking over the tops of his shoulders to scratch gently along the soft curves of his chest, working their way slowly to his abs as you lean forward, your breasts once again finding themselves flush against his back. His throat gulps, breath hitching.

‘Yuna is asleep, right?’ His head lulls to the side, relaxing as your lips graze slowly against his throat, his voice causing the skin to vibrate against your mouth as your palms stretch lightly across his abdominal muscles.

‘Why are you asking?’ You chuckle smoothly.

‘Why are you not wearing anything under that robe?’ He counters just as smoothly.

‘You sure I’ve got nothing on under this robe, Mr. Kim? That’s a mighty big accusation you just made.’ You question, eyebrow raising.

‘I can feel how hard your nipples are through the fabric, and it’s fucking hot baby.,’ His hands slip up over your arms, lips pressing into your biceps, the smoothness of his pout sending shivers through you as they slide softly over your skin. ‘Let’s go to bed.’

‘Bed?,’ Your eyebrows raise, a subtle smirk slipping across your lips as his eyes meet yours, dilated pupils locking on yours. ‘I was trying to get you to fuck me on the table.’

‘I can work with that.,’ He chuckles. ‘But first, I want you to come sit on my lap and let me suck those glorious nipples.’

‘Joonie, if I knew you were going to react like this, I’d have tried this weeks ago…’

Some doodles of Diner AU!Tenth for @the-tenth-will-see-you-now’s birthday!! Tenth in this AU is a sweet cinnamon roll that just wants his Michelle to be happy and safe and loved <3

BUT AHHH JOHNNNN my bestie, my bae, the light and love of my liiiiiiiiiiife, I hope you like this and I hope you have like the best birthday ever because you deserve it and so much more. Love you, you huge dork <3 <3

Six Steps ~ Chapter Four

A Byun Baekhyun Playboy & childhood friend AU

Requested by baekmuffin

Genre: Angst // Romance // Smut 

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Summary: (of this series) As childhood best friends, you and Baekhyun were and are close in every way possible. Except for the fact you unfortunately have feelings for him and he happens to never look at you that way. What happens when he does?

Summary: (of this chapter) Let’s see. Baekhyun’s confusing actions and words are explained. Sangmi is here too :) And…another confession. 

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter three} {Chapter four} {Chapter five}

WARNING: There’s smut here, so I warn you in advance. If you feel uncomfortable AT ALL, you can legit just skip that part. I won’t be offended at all :) Also, it’s not important, I’m serious, I just wanted smut. It will not impact the story in any way if you don’t read it. 

“Mhmm. Is that promise…do you still want to keep it?”

“Why?” he says, dodging your question.

“Because,” you say, pushing back the thought of telling him how you feel. Unable to say anything, he patiently waits in front of you.

“Princess?” he asks.

You think of the promise he made you years ago. So you decide to tell him anyway. “Would you still stay with me if I told you that I love you?”

His face says one thing, but his words say another thing. “Princess,” he whispers. “Don’t-”

“No,” you say, cutting him off. “Don’t you fucking dare not give me a straightforward answer.” you look at his face and already see the answer there.

It’s a mix of several different feelings. Confusion, vexation, anger, and the last emotion you expected to see. Love. But it isn’t the type of love you wanted to see. It’s a love he doesn’t want existing. He loves you, it just so happens he doesn’t want to. But you need to hear it. You need to know for sure that you’re right.

“You do, don’t do?” when he doesn’t answer you and just stares, you repeat yourself. “Baekhyun, you love me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he says, letting out a breath and blinking rapidly.

You already know what he’s going to say next. He’ll back up his answer. “But?” you say, prompting him.

“But…I don’t want to.”

You knew this was coming, but you just thought he wouldn’t say it for the sake of your feelings. “Why?” but you already know.

“Princess. You know who I am. You can predict my every action and word I’ll say or do next. You should be able to predict this one.” he says jarringly as he opens the lobby doors and walks out.

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Best Friend Series; Hoshi/Soonyoung

- you’ve been best friends with hoshi since you guys were kids
- you were nine years old and your dad asked you to go buy some yakult (those korean yogurt drinks in tiny little cups) because you ran out
- you go to the nearest convenience store and buy two packs and after that you’re on your way back home
- so like you’re skipping down the sidewalk and while passing by the park you suddenly hear someone yell “KOKO” before something smashes into you and makes you fall to the ground
- you’re like whO THE FR ICK but when you look up you see a cute little boy with chubby cheeks rubbing his red forehead
- you’re like “are you okay??” and the boy just nods before frantically getting up on his feet and shouting “KOKO” over and over and you’re like ??? who is koko
- apparently you said that out loud because the boy answers “KOKO IS MY PET CHICK I LOST HER”
- you’re like “pet chick??? why would you take your pet chick to the park???”
- he’s like “i wanted to show koko around because she never left the chicken pen i wanted her to have a taste of adventure BUT I LOST HER” and you’re like…… who is this kid
- you watch as he looks everywhere for the chick and he’s like tearing up as he shouts for his baby chick so you ask “……do you want me to help you find her?”
- the boy stops and looks at you with sparkling eyes and he screams “REALLY?? YOU’LL HELP ME??” and you nod and he’s super happy and you’re like what a cute smile
- you and the boy spend the rest of the afternoon looking for the baby chick and after what felt like an hour you find the baby chick chilling in a bush and you’re like… how the heck did you end up here…
- you lift up the chick and it chirps and the boy turns his head so fast you’re like how did you not break your neck
- he runs over to you and takes the chick in his hands and spins around with it while screaming and crying “KOKO I THOUGHT I LOST YOU”
- you’re like what a weird kid but you’re happy he found his pet
- the boy stops turning and runs up to you grinning “thank you so much for helping me find her!!” and you’re like “no problem!!”
- you see that the boy is all sweaty and tired and dirty after running around the park all day looking for his little chick so you rip open your pack of yakult and you give him one
- “this is for your hard work” you say and the boy just takes it with the most amazed look on his face you’re like it’s just a yakult you can calm down LOL
- he then asks “what’s your name??”
- you’re like woah this is out of nowhere but it’s (name) what about you??
- and this fricking KID strikes a pose and goes like NAEGA HOSH
- it’s silent
- until you burst out laughing
- he says “actually my name’s soonyoung but everyone calls me hoshi!!” and you’re like what a cute
- he then asks “can you meet me here again tomorrow?? i want to give you something as thanks for helping me find koko” and you’re like “uhhh okay sure”
- you get home and your dad’s like wtf took you so long the convenience store is only like ten mins away but you explain to him what happened and he doesn’t believe you and you’re like BUT IT’S TRUE
- the next day you go back to the park at the same time as the day before to find hoshi there with a bag in his hands
- when you approach him he hands you the bag and it’s filled with FRESH CHICKEN EGGS and you’re like what’s this for??
- he says “it’s for helping me find koko, thank you for your hard work!! these are the best eggs because her mom hatched them”
- and this my friend is a memory that you and hoshi still laugh about to this day
- to keep your childhood memories alive, every time you guys worked hard for a project or studied hard or did anything that required hard work basically, you guys find some cool spot around town and drink yakult while talking isn’t that cute
- hoshi’s the type who’s down for anything (nothing illegal though ofc)
- you could be like hoshi let’s get handcuffed to each other for a week and he’d be like YES and probably make up a speech about how it will strengthen your friendship
- reaaally good at dancing and always tries to teach you the dances he knows
- when he joins dance competitions you’re always there to cheer him on
- loves singing too so he’s always down to go karaoke!!
- he used to be self-conscious about his 10:10 eyes but after you told him you loved them, he grew to love his eyes
- but now he always has to mention when it’s 10:10am or 10:10pm and you’re like okay i know i heard it the past thousands of times hoshi I KNOW
- he lends you his pyjamas when you sleep over at his house
- puns and lame jokes together all the time but when his jokes are really bad you either slap your forehead or cringe
- when your jokes are really bad he laughs really hard and you both just end up rolling on the floor crying for the next ten mins
- always drags you into going into haunted houses with him even though he’s absolutely terrified lmao
- “psh i wasn’t scared it’s called acting
- always gets in trouble because he always accidentally screams excitedly over the smallest things
- sometimes you meet him at his family’s farm and you see him just laughing and playing with koko who’s thankfully still alive
- accidentally calls you koko sometimes and you’re like wtf
- and he’s like well it makes sense because you’re a…… chick FINGERS GUNS and you just slap the back of his head
- it’s too hard to stay mad at him. because of this he gets away with anything and it’s all your fault because you’re WEAK
- ALWAYS taking pictures of you guys
- you found it annoying at first but you get to see how you guys grew up together and you love it!!
- hoshi likes taking pictures with the exact same pose as a picture you guys took from years ago so you two can compare then and now
- but not much has changed because you’re both still as close as EVER
- when he goes to the convenience store or any little shop, he always gets two of everything he needs to buy one for him and one for you
- for your birthday, he always throws this huge birthday party for you but he always effs up like last year he set the tablecloth on fire
- there’s just never a boring day with hoshi
- no matter how bad your day is, no matter how heartbroken or sad or angry you are
- he always finds a way to make you feel better
- “hoshi”
- “hm?”
- “you’re the best”
- “you are too, (name)”

anonymous asked:

call me prompt for kevin and Wymack pleaseee :-)

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character asking for another

  • it was late in the night as kevin rushed to the hospital
  • his hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel and some of his fingers were starting to go numb
  • but he kept driving
  • he was most certainly speeding, but couldn’t slow down
  • there was no way he would miss this
  • you will not miss this  he scolded himself
  • but suddenly he couldn’t breathe
  • his lungs were constricting but no air would come through his mouth
  • he pulled off at an exit and pulled into a gas station
  • just as his vision began to blur he pulled out his phone and hit the number 1 speedial
  • it rang for a moment before a woman’s voice lofted through the speaker next to his ear
  • “kevin! how are you”
  • “abby-” he began “need- wymack-”
  • “kevin? hold on, just give me a second”
  • he heard a rustling sound from on the other end of the phone before a deep voice spoke
    • “kevin?”
    • “uhhh-”
    • “what’s up? are you okay?”
    • “she uh, thea”
    • “take a deep breath, use your words”
    • “thea went into labor”
    • “already? isn’t she due in two weeks?”
    • “i’m going to be a father”
    • “son, calm down” 
    • “i– can’t– breathe–”
    • “shhh okay, follow me. in and out”
  • after a couple long minutes, kevin’s breathing evened out and he was able to speak again
    • “what if i’m no good?”
    • “look kevin, will you love this child?”
    • “of course”
    • “will you protect it?”
    • “yeah”
    • “then you’ll be fine, just remember to breathe. you and thea will do great”
    • “okay”
    • “i’m proud of you, son”
    • “thanks dad”

kristinrebel  asked:

#askgolzy Uhhh. You do realize you accidentally gave that one dude the okay to take the credit for your comic, right? XD

Oh sorry about that! I was lacking of sleep and made myself drunk, so my english kinda badly broke that time 😂

It’s totally okay to feel a bit uncomfortable when you find out someone else ships with the same character you ship with. I totally get what you mean! It is kind of weird! It feels sort of “UHHH??????” and it’s okay for you to not really like it. 

However! It is totally NOT okay for you to go on and harass the other person because of it. If it hurts you then you block them or blacklist their ship tag if they have one and you leave them alone. Vent to your friends about it, make some comfort material of you and that fave, do something to help yourself, but do NOT harass that person.

Be! Respectful! Of other peoples’ ships. And more importantly???? be respectful of other people in general. 

anonymous asked:

Bots finding out about human!reader being on their period? No worries if you don't wanna do it.

Mmmm good ask anon but I feel like that’s already been done well by other HC writers like @letsdiscussrobots for example (I think). Also idk what continuity you were thinking of BUT I’m totally up for a certain asshole birb having a learning moment in particular?

Warning: below the divide there will be a pretty graphic description of how cramps feel

You curl up further into yourself underneath your sheets, tucking your knees towards your chest for a few moments before turning onto your back and jerking them out straight below you. The pain was excruciating and you couldn’t figure out why this time. 

You remembered to drink copious amounts of water (albeit Ratchet forcing you rather than regulating it yourself), you had been cutting down on the sweets AND your recent assignments had you working out a lot more, and yet the cramps hadn’t become any more forgiving. On top of that there were apparently no space equivalents of Advil or Midol, and the heating packs Ratchet had in stock were all too large and way too hot for you to use.

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Hello, it’s the anon who asked about submitting a picture :3 How do you think the RFA members would react to seeing MC in this? (Also yea this is a sketch of MC in a maid cat costume that I happened to do in class one day oops :p)


Author’s note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I JUST WANTED TO MAKE IT PERFECT!! & btw omg this lil sketch is so cute


  • He had been playing his game alllllll day
  • And you had tried EVERYTHING to get him to pay attention to you
  • But apparently there was some super important tournament going on today???
  • So, desperate times calls for desperate measures
  • “Yoosunggggggg!”
  • “MC, I love you, but I’m super-duper busy right now!!”
  • “Just turn around, please.”
  • Yoosung sighed and turned around
  • “Okay, but I only-“
  • You smiled when he stopped mid-sentence
  • “Do you like it?”
  • Yoosung’s face turned bright red
  • “I-I…”
  • He quickly spun around in his chair and pressed a button
  • “Uhh, hey guys? I’m gonna have to sit this round out. Bye!”
  • He spun back around and rested his chin on his hand
  • “You have my full attention.”
  • You bent down and kissed his lips
  • “Thanks, but you never answered my question.”
  • “Oh?”
  • “…Do you like it?”
  • “No. I LOVE IT!!!”
  • He stood up and hugged you, spinning you around
  • “Y-Yoosung I’m getting d-dizzy!”
  • He stopped and put you down
  • “Sorry, I couldn’t help it…”
  • You laughed, “That’s okay, I’m glad you like it so much!”
  • He smiled before removing your cat ears and putting them on his head
  • “Do they look cute on me, too?”
  • “Adorable.”


  • You lost a bet to Seven on who could drink the most PhD. Pepper
  • And of course he used your boyfriend’s allergy against you
  • So when Zen walked into the house and turned on the lights
  • There you were, in the middle of the room
  • In a maid cat costume
  • “Nyaaaaa!”
  • “MC?”
  • “Y-Yes, master?”
  • And with that Zen’s face turned BRIGHT RED
  • “U-Uhhh, take off the maid costume.”
  • You looked at the ground
  • “Okay…”
  • And leave it off.”
  • You looked back up at him and smiled
  • “As you wish-“
  • You turned around and walked away
  • “-Master.”
  • Before you could move another step, you heard Zen call out
  • “Oh, and MC?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “…Leave the cat ears on.”
  • “I thought you hated cats?”
  • “I do… but you might get to change that.”
  • You swore you could hear his smirk


  • Jaehee called you and said she was going to be home late
  • So you took this an opportunity to surprise her, and slipped on something you were saving for a rainy day
  • And two hours later, your prey Jaehee arrived
  • “MC, I’m home!”
  • You hopped up and walked over to her
  • “Do you want me to get your bag for you?”
  • She nodded handing you your bag
  • She looked at you and then walked into the kitchen
  • Not even a reaction! I wasn’t expecting that…
  • No more than two seconds later, Jaehee walked back out of the kitchen and gave you a confused look
  • “W-What are you wearing?”
  • You smiled, “Oh, this? I thought you didn’t notice!”
  • “It took me a couple seconds to fully comprehend what I was seeing…”
  • “But, you like it?”
  • She walked over and placed her hands on your hips
  • “I like everything you wear. You’re supposed to be a cat maid, right?”
  • “Yeah!”
  • She stood back and smirked
  • “Well, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be making dinner?”
  • You laughed and grabbed her hand
  • “How about you go put on your costume and we can make dinner together!”
  • “Y-you got me one?”
  • You turned and gave her a devilish grin
  • “Of course.”


  • You already know how this gonna end
  • You walked out of your closet and looked at yourself in the mirror
  • “Juuuminnnnnn!!”
  • “What?”
  • “Come here! I think you’ll like what I have on!!”
  • “Fine, I’ll be there in a second.”
  • You bounced up and down with anticipation
  • “MC, you know-“
  • He stopped mid-sentence
  • “So??”
  • His eyes widened as he slowly approached you
  • I know that look…
  • Just as you were about to suggest… doing something else, he spun around and walked out of the room
  • “Jumin?”
  • “Stay there!”
  • “…okay.”
  • He walked back into the room holding Elly
  • “Here, hold Elizabeth.”
  • You took the cat and gave him a confused look
  • “Okay, now smile!”
  • You blinked as the camera flash went off
  • “Stay still and give Elizabeth a kiss!! We can put it on our Christmas card!”
  • “JUMIN.”
  • actually they do end up getting a little frisky later though I mean come on she’s in a cat maid outfit


  • “Okay, you can look now!”
  • Seven removed his hands from his eyes
  • “M-MC?”
  • You smiled at his now bright red face
  • “So… you like it?”
  • Seven dashed out of the room before you could question him
  • He could have at least said I looked cute or something…
  • After five minutes, you started to get a little concerned
  • “Uhh… Seven? I can take-“
  • “TAH-DAH!”
  • “Oh. My. God.”
  • Seven gave you a wink
  • But you didn’t notice
  • You were still staring at THE MATCHING MAID CAT COSTUME HE HAD ON