way to go there buddy

At the library
  • <p> <b>Person A:</b> *hiding behind a shelf* okay. This is it. You're gonna go up there, and talk to them and wow them.<p/><b></b> *peeks around shelf at person b who is looking at books*<p/><b>Person A:</b> Alright. Here goes.<p/><b></b> *walks up to B*<p/><b>Person A:</b> Hey I noticed the book your holding is one I've read, and I think it's a really good one-<p/><b>Person B:</b> *looks down at book they're holding* You've read......encyclopedia of earth worms?<p/><b>Person A:</b> ......yes? *inner monolog* *S H IT SHIT SHIIIIIIIT NOW THEY THINK YOU'RE A C R E E P. WAY TO GO BUDDY. TIME TO HIDE UNDER A ROCK FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE AND LIVE WITH THE GOD DAMN EARTH WORMS. SHIIIIT*<p/></p>

someone: oh my god were you CRYING???

me, not even 4 minutes after a full on breakdown: 

  • Maui: the ocean says you're a nerd
  • Moana: I'm not surprised
Scars to Your Beautiful

Request: the fluffiest fluff with bucky for @retroasgardian

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: It’s beach day for the Avengers, and Bucky’s real scared. Thankfully, Y/N is there to save his day, like always.

Word Count: 814

A/N: This is very fluffy and I hope it’s just what you wanted!!! (so enjoy)

“Hey, Buck. You ready?” Steve’s poked inside his best friend’s bedroom, catching him slipping on a long-sleeve henley. He sighs, resting his head against the door frame as Bucky finally notices him. “Really, Barnes?”

“I-I-I just don’t know, Steve. I don’t think I should go, well you know, becaus-”

“Because of your arm? No way, buddy. You’re going.” Steve raises an eyebrow at Bucky just before leaving, shaking his finger at him. Bucky groans - why do we even have to go to the beach? We have a pool here…

“Well, because the beach is fun, you old goof!” You bound into his room, jumping onto his bed, practically scaring the crap out of him. He’s so startled, he doesn’t realize he’s blushing. “What’s wrong, James? You’re all pink in the face,”

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All I'm saying is that if you had to ask me who I felt more comfortable being alone with- Moo Bin from "Fight My Way", or Hyun Soo from "Suspicious Partner", I'd pick Hyun Soo. And he stabs people as a hobby.

That’s how fucking horrible Moo Bin is.

At the library
  • Logan: *hiding behind a shelf* Okay. This is it. You're gonna go up there, and talk to Patton and wow him. *peeks around shelf at Patton who is looking at books*
  • Logan: Alright. Here goes.*walks up to Patton*
  • Logan: Hey I noticed the book you're holding is one I've read, and I think it's a really good one-
  • Patton: *looks down at book he's holding* You've read......encyclopedia of earth worms?
Do You Understand?

Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluffy Smut and a little comedy

Word Count:3.350

Warnings: Sexual Content

A/N:I started this a while ago but I didn’t finish it until now. *pats self on back* Anywhooo, Namjoon tutor smut *Mind Blown*

The moodboard was made by me. I don’t own any of the photos. Credit to the owners:)

Math was never your forte. It was your most boring class in fact. You tried to occupy yourself with something else every second you could which resulted in this class being the only one you were barely passing. You weren’t stupid. Far from it. It’s just that this class always had you falling asleep and you barely put up an effort to fight it. You didn’t care for the subject and that made it your only weak subject.

When your math professor called you by to speak about your grade however, you definitely paid attention. He assigned you a study partner to help you improve your knowledge of what you knew in his class. You weren’t upset but you didn’t want to waste anyone’s time when you knew a little effort could go a long way. You were forced to meet your study buddy tomorrow and were given the address to meet them at. No more information, just that.

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Mother’s Day Ficlet:  “She likes it”

Well, it’s a little late in the day but here you go.  Fits into the William AU of “Swept Up” and “Paint” but you do not need to have read them.


She’s already left for the hospital when Mulder gets home from the grocery store.  He pushes the door open with his foot, arms paper-bags full of things she loves to eat and rarely allows – whipped cream and chocolate from the fancy end of the candy aisle, Twizzlers and regular Coca-Cola.

“Scully!” he calls and Will saunters in behind him, gravely entrusted with the detail of egg-carton carrying.

“Scully!”  William says.  It’s only relatively recently, as he’s gotten to know his school friends and their families, that he’s realized it’s somewhat unusual for his mom and dad to have different last names, and very unusual for his mom and dad to call one another by them.

“But why?” he’d asked that day after dinner at Noah’s house.  Mulder had sighed at the steering wheel and after considering a child-friendly explanation of law enforcement etiquette, gender politics in the workplace and the evolution of their particular partnership into couplehood, he’d settled on:

“She likes it.” William had nodded with a furrowed brow, as if this made sense of everything, everything he’d ever wondered.

“Just like she likes kissing me,” Mulder had added to lighten the mood of enlightenment and William groaned.

“I know, gross.”

Now he calls the name again and when William repeats it again, Mulder notes the empty echo pitter pattering back across the foyer with a sinking feeling in his chest.  His shoulders fall as he sets the bags down on the kitchen counter and opens the refrigerator, puts a hand out for Will to hand over the eggs.  Will reaches his arms out like he’s handling a bomb and Mulder pretends to almost-drop it when it’s finally handed over.

“Dad!” William scolds, not apparently in the mood for this joke.  He’s gotten a hint of what’s happened here.  “Did she have to go to work?”

It’s stoic rather than sulky, a boy who like his father, just wants to know the truth.  Mulder finds the note signed Mom and senses the disappointment rising off her squiggly letters.

“Looks like it.”

“But it’s Mothers’ Day. I’m supposed to make her pancakes.”

“I know.”

“I promised.”  

A boy who, like his mother, is haunted by his own loyalty.

“Can I stay up until she gets home?”

Mulder licks his lips and takes a deep breath as he prepares to let his son down and momentarily wonders how Scully would put this.  Though he’s the parent who spends more time with their child, he still often finds himself doing this, double-checking his decisions against her judgment.  She’s his mother and there are simply things she knows that Mulder has to learn.  It has been this way from the beginning – William would cry and only Scully could feed him.  Now Mulder usually feeds him, but it takes imagining her disapproval not to feed him cookies and Coca-Cola every meal.

He sees Will standing in his assembly line position, ready to place the Ready Whip and the strawberries and the butter on their rightful thrones.  Scully would surely want William in bed on time, getting rest for school.  But the lesson of working to keep a promise surely would mean something to her as well. Not to mention the goofy smile she tended to make around pancakes.  He’d only found out she liked pancakes the morning after he found out how much she liked his tongue inside her.  Some things, seven years of working together just don’t tell you about a person.

“We can try,” Mulder says. “But you have to do everything I say. It’s going to be tricky.”

Surprised to have gotten a yes, William’s eyebrows rise to Scully-esque heights, but his lips are straight and steady, ready to take on this unexpected duty.  And he approaches the rest of the evening with the same military style obedience.  He takes his bath early, goes down for a nap at six o’clock with minimal resistance, though he makes Mulder swear this isn’t just a trick to achieve an early bedtime.

At nine-thirty, Scully texts that she’s finally on her way home and Mulder bends at his son’s bedside. “Go time, buddy,” he whispers as he shakes the little shoulder and William shoots up out of bed, puts his robe on over his PJs (another thing he gets from his mother, this absolute reverence for formal bedwear), scrambles double-time, two feet on each step, down the staircase as Mulder takes all the ingredients out.

Mulder pulls a chair up to the counter so Will can stand on it while they mix the flour and milk and then hands William a half a glass of Coke with a straw in it.

“Just this once,” Mulder swears as William eagerly accepts and slurps.  Mulder almost tells him to slow down, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing if he could get the cup out of sight by the time she gets home.

When she gets home, she pushes the door closed quietly, turns the deadbolt full way rather than flicking it so as not to wake anyone, but still Mulder hears her sigh.  It is an I don’t know how to marry all the good parts of my life to one another kind of sigh, an I feel guilty for having anger when I’m so blessed kind of sigh, an I’ve been looking at bloody people all day when it wasn’t supposed to be my turn kind of sigh.

“Scully?”  He holds his finger at his lips and William manages to obey though the sugared-up, caffeinated, rule-breaking holiday glee on his face is at fever pitch.

There’s a mystified look on her face, a surprise-party kind of face as she decides whether to be flattered or livid.  She bites her lip, deciding whether she wants them to see her smile yet.  Mulder is not the only one who can read her this easily. William bursts into a giggling fit and almost falls off the chair so Mulder scoops him up.

“What… is this?” she asks. “It’s ten-thirty.”

“Pancakes!”  William squeals.  And then she allows the smile out of its toothy cage.  “And soda!”

She gives Mulder a look but he knows the various temperatures of her anger, and this is soft-boiled reproach at worst.

“Good, I’m starving,” she says and comes to kiss Will on the forehead.

“Set the table,” Mulder orders as he puts him down, greedily wanting a moment with her to himself, if only to make sure he’s not in too much trouble.  There are some Mother’s Day gifts he’s hoping to give as well, later.

“How’s he going to get up for school?” she says softly as he puts an arm sideways around her waist.

“You’re more important than school.”

“Mulder,” she says and it’s an I like this Mulder, a my life is good Mulder, an I love you Mulder.  He kisses her and pulls her a little closer round the front, wedged between him and the counter.  She puts her arms around his neck, hands reeking of Purell, as he kisses her.  

“Scul-ly!” William moans, thoroughly grossed out.  She laughs, but stays huddled beneath Mulder’s arm, her face on his chest.

“I told you, she does this all the time, it’s way out of line,” Mulder says.  “Can’t keep her hands off me.”

William comes to tug her wrist toward the table, sits her at the place he’s set for her. One of his plastic Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle plates, an unevenly folded napkin. Mulder catches her wiping the corner of her eye.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” she asks Will.

“Dad says you like it.”

She furrows her brow as she looks back at Mulder.  He serves her the three best pancakes and bends to whisper.

“Don’t worry.  I haven’t told him anything else you like.”

She pushes him away as three silver-dollar sized Alien-face pancakes land on Will’s plate.  Mulder can practically see the Coca-Cola metabolizing – he’ll be falling asleep at the table within a half hour.  But that’s plenty of time.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. Just like I promised.”

“Thanks, Will,” she says but she looks at Mulder, and he knows she’s going to like what he has for her too.

A Happy Ending

Nursey Week Day 6: Dreamer


         Nursey sits on the floor of the living room, playing with Legos and trying to build the coolest castle there ever was. He considers two Legos thoughtfully, deciding eventually on a pink door over a green one.

         The castle, Nursey decides, belongs to a King and a Queen. They have a son, the Prince. The King and Queen work a lot, as kings and queens usually do, which leaves the Prince to his own devices much of the time. He wanders about the cool castle excitedly, ready to find a new secret passageway or a painting willing to have a conversation (because, in the cool castle, paintings can talk).

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anonymous asked:

where is...blonde mc....;___;

Technically she’s Jiyun, my Custom MC for Zen. 

I liked both MC1 and MC2′s designs, so I just smashed them together. She was originally going to have MC2′s blue eyes, but they didn’t mesh well with Jiyun’s typical color palette. So I shifted them to a more auburn-ish color.  

WITH THAT SAID- I am working on an actual Blonde!MC to make up for the lack of her in the main cast. She’s technically going to be paired with Saeran, but I’m thinking not in a romantic way. She’s going to be like that one drinking buddy you can get all angsty with and they wouldn’t judge you.