what the hell is going on with you

anonymous asked:

Harry being at his desk doing work but you want attention so you go into his office and climb onto his lap while he pretends to ignore him.You straddle his legs and start kissing down his neck and you whine and murmur daddy into his collar and he wraps his big hands around your hips and says "What's up princess?"And you wriggle on his lap until he gets the hint and you ride his thigh with your face in his neck and his hands occasionally slapping your arse, biting his lip as he watches you squirm


anonymous asked:

Shawn Headcannon where Y/N gets arrested or in a physical fight w/ someone💕

  • Using your one phone call in jail to call Shawn at 2am 
  • Him answering half asleep
  • But suddenly he’s wide awake when he hears where you are
  • “You did what!?”
  • He’d bail you and your two best friends out
  • “What the fuck were you thinking?”
  • He looks like he just rolled out of bed
  • “Resisting arrest, what the hell?”
  • He sounds angry, but you know he’s not really mad
  • You’re friends are a little worried that he is though
  • You’d apologize profusely
  • And your friends would offer to pay him back
  • But he’d just shake his head at the three of you 
  • And then start teasing you about your bad decisions
  • And joking that he can’t date a girl with a record
  • But you know he’s secretly just glad you’re alright
  • You know because he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire car ride 
  • You’re exhausted and you just want to sleep
  • Shawn takes you all back to your shared apartment
  • Mumbling something about taking your friends home in the morning
  • Shawn makes sure your friends have everything they need 
  • Before entering your bathroom where you’re taking off your makeup
  • Just standing there, leaning against the wall, watching you in silence
  • Not taking his eyes off of you like he’s scared you might disappear
  • Or end up back in jail if he does
  • When you’re finished in the bathroom
  • He’ll approach you brushing his thumb lightly over your swollen lip
  • And the bruise forming near your eye
  • Making sure you’re alright
  • Whispering, “You’re a badass.”
  • He brings you one of his tshirts so you can change
  • And pulls you into his arms as soon as you have it on
  • Kissing you on the forehead
  • “I’m going to get grey hair from worrying about you so damn much.”
  • Dragging you towards the bed
  • “You better have a damn good reason for fighting.”
  • Before you respond, he turns off the light.
  • “I wanna hear it in the morning.” 
  • And he’s yawning and pulling you closer to himself
  • He’s snoring before you know it
What have you done? (1/?) (Justin Foley x Reader)

Summary: You’re the new kid in Liberty High, and everybody is freaking out about some tapes from a girl you never heard of. You start dating your neighbor, Justin, that goes to another school. Everything is going just fine until you finally find out what the hell happened to Hannah Baker.

Warnings: there is a spoiler from episode 9.

It’s not finished btw. It will probably have a part two :)


It was still early when you heard a knock in your apartment’s door. You lived alone, so you had to answer yourself. Your hair was still wet from the shower and you had only a black bra and blue jeans on. You didn’t mind. It was a weird time for anyone but Justin, your boyfriend and neighbor, show up. Leaning your ear against the door, you asked who was it for precaution.

“It’s me, babe” Justin’s voice answered. You let him in, and the first thing he did was check you out with a smile on his face. “Okay, you’re teasing. Just admit it. You enjoy my pain”

“I’m not teasing. It’s your fault. If you had arrived just two minutes later, I would be fully dressed” you laughed softly, then turned your back to him, going back to your room. Before you could take a single step, Justin pulled you back by the waist.

“I like it better when you’re shirtless” he whispered, then put his hands on your neck, gently pressing his thumbs on your throat. You felt his lips against yours and what started as a sweet kiss suddenly turned into an intense make out session. Which turned into sex.


“GOD DAMN IT” you yelled, scaring Justin so much he almost fell out of bed. “Shit, shit, shit” you mumbled as you picked up your clothes from the floor and graceless put them on.

“What’s the matter? Why are you yelling?” He covered his face with a pillow.

“Justin, the third period is almost over. I’ll have to hurry if I wanna make it to the fourth” you realized your shirt was inside out, so you had to take it off and put it back on properly.

“I don’t wanna make it to the fourth” he said with a grin.

“Your school doesn’t call your parents when you miss out too many classes. Liberty High does and this is, like, the fifth time this year I skipped school to fool around with you. They will call my mom and she will drag me back to Arizona!” you were totally freaking out, so much you couldn’t even remember where you left your backpack.

“I’m sorry, did you say ‘fool around’? Am I just an object to satisfy your sexual needs?” he pretended to be crying, which made you look at him and laugh. He pressed both hands on the left side of his chest, faking a heart attack.

“God Justin, you’re an idiot”

“Yeah” he said, and got up from the bed too quickly for you to run away. He picked you up by the tights and put you on the table.

“Not agaaaaain” you sighed before Justin could kiss you. “I have to go to school and satisfy my learning needs”

“Okay, okay” he was about to let you go, but that grin suddenly showed up again on his handsome little face. “Oh, wait. I think I can change your mind. I have something to tell you and you won’t be able to resist”

You rolled your eyes.

“You wish”

“Are you ready? Here it goes” he breathed in and out, but the grin disappeared just as fast as it came. Justin looked serious. He coughed a few times, ran his fingers through his hair, then looked away from you and stared at the floor. “Okay, no, you go. I can’t tell you like that”

“Tell me what?” You asked, but he simply put you back on the floor.

“Text me when you get to school and I’ll tell you by message. I can’t do it looking at you. It’s… well… I don’t… Jesus, I can’t even talk like a normal person. Just go away and I’ll let you know in a text” he just went on like a machine gun, so fast you barely understood. You didn’t had a chance to ask again. He picked up his clothes and left the apartment with only his underwear on. Luckily, his place was just next door.


[You | 11:04 A.M.] I’m at school. tell me now and hurry bc the bell is about to ring
[You | 11:04 A.M.] come onnnnnnnn
[You | 11:04 A.M.] babe I’m waiting
[You | 11:04 A.M.] if it rings before I hear from you I swear to god justin foley
[You | 11:05 A.M.] i will MURDER you
[You | 11:05 A.M.] jussssstinnnnnnn
[You | 11:06 A.M.] you’re dead. seriously.
[You | 11:06 A.M.] damn justin. the bell rang. now I’ll have to wait till noon!

You put your phone on your bag angrily. You didn’t reacted well to curiosity, especially when it came from Justin. You cared too much about him and you needed to be in control all the time, otherwise it just felt like you might lose him. To hell with cared too much. You loved him. You started to think maybe he wanted to break up or maybe he cheated, and you were glad you hadn’t told him you loved him yet. Then you remembered whatever was it that he wanted you to know was supposed to make you want to spend more time with him, so your paranoia went away.

“Miss (Y/L/N), do you mind answering the question I just asked the class?” Mr. Hoechlin called you, and you felt your face burn.

“Well, of course, my beloved teacher. The answer is… uhhhh… no. Definitely no.” you said, jokingly, hoping it was the right answer even though it was absolutely clear you had no idea what the question was. You barely finished your sentence when the whole class burst into laughters.

“Very well, miss (Y/L/N). You’re truly a prodigious child. The future of our nation” the teacher said, which made people laugh even more.

You turned around to a familiar face, Clay’s, and saw a shy smile on his face. He wanted to laugh, but he was your friend so he tried really hard to conceal it.

“Okay, Argila” you called by the nickname you gave him, which was portuguese for clay/loam. He didn’t even frown this time. He was too busy laughing-without-laughing. “What was the question anyway?”

“He asked how much…” Clay started, but then he interrupted his sentence. He was looking at something right behind you. You were about to turn around and look for whatever caught his eye, but he talked again. “Huh… who’s Justin, Y/N?”

“My boyfriend slash neighbor. I told you about him” you answered and turned around. Your phone was lighting up with texts from Justin.

“You never told me his name… but, uh, he isn’t by any chance… Justin Foley… is he?” Clay sounded a little upset, but also something else. Almost like he was worried about me.

“You know him?” you asked, surprised.

“God damn it (Y/N). Out of every asshole in this freaking city, you had to be Justin Foley’s girlfriend?!” He was a little loud, but thankfully no one heard.

“What are you talking about?”

“Wait until this period is over” Clay was somewhere between crazy angry and crazy worried.

It felt like ten years passed by till that bell rang. You and Clay got out of the class faster than anyone else, and he pulled you into an empty room. He sighed loudly and heavily.

“Okay, shoot” you said, anxious. The whole thing got into your skin so badly that you even forgot to check Justin’s messages. You had a bad feeling about whatever was it that Clay wanted you to know. You didn’t want to hear it but you wanted it to be over asap. He didn’t spoke a single word. “Clay! Seriously! Tell me now!”

He looked into your eyes, and all the anger was gone. You realized he wasn’t just worried, he was sad. He knew he was about to shatter your heart into a million pieces. And so he did.


You knocked in Justin’s door with so much strength that your hand started to hurt and bruise. You knew he was home. He was probably procrastinating on his couch like he did everyday after school. That fucking idiot. That fucking, fucking idiot.

“JUSTIN OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW” you yelled so loud your throat burned. You heard his hurried footsteps and the noise of the keys while he gracelessly unlocked the door to let you in.

You didn’t even look at him. You were so mad that your whole vision was red and blurry. He reached out for you quickly, tried to touch your arm and desperately checked out if you were hurt or something. You pushed him and, since he wasn’t expecting it, he did move a few inches back.


“You shut up and listen!” you weren’t screaming anymore, but your voice was filled with hate and anger. He shut the door with his foot and walked towards you, but you backed away.

“Babe I’m sorry that I told you by text, but I didn’t had the guts to tell you in person”

“I didn’t even read your text, that’s not what this is about”

He seemed a little hurt.

“You didn’t read it” you couldn’t tell if it was a question or an affirmation. You didn’t care either.

“I was too busy finding out you spread out lies that lead a girl to kill herself and, oh, also you let a guy RAPE your last girlfriend!” your throat ached. Justin looked like he was punched in the stomach repeatedly. His eyes filled with tears immediately. “Oh stop crying, it’s too late for that”

He didn’t move or say anything. He just stood there and cried, not much at first, but then his silent tears turned into sobbing and it looked like he was hardly breathing. Still, he didn’t move a finger. Neither did you.

It just went on and on. He wouldn’t stop. It was so horrible, the whole thing, that you started crying too. The second he noticed, he forced himself to stop crying and ran to you.

“No, no, baby please don’t cry” Justin said with a broken voice. He tried to wipe your tears but you didn’t let him.

“Why, Justin? Why would you do that?” you asked, so low he barely heard. He breathed heavily.

“Bryce… he gave me everything. He was all I had. Since we were kids he and his family, they knew… they knew things about me” he looked away.

“This is not the time for secrets” you spoke more fiercely now.

“I’m sorry. I mean- Bryce and his family knew about the things that happened in my house. My mom took a lot of guys home and they were all just… animals, you know? They would choke me, beat me, kick me, punch me, and my mom would just stand there and watch. They didn’t give me food and didn’t give me money to buy it myself. They let me starve for days. Sometimes there wasn’t even water, just their vodka and their whiskey. It was hell, (Y/N). All the food I had, Bryce was the one who gave me. All my clothes. All the pain killers. It was all him, always. He was a brother to me. I let him share Hannah’s picture, but I hated myself for it. Unfortunately I wasn’t man enough to stop him or even apologize to Hannah. And I let him inside the room with Jessica, yes, but I didn’t want to. I tried to tell him she was my girlfriend and I didn’t want him to touch her. He didn’t listen. When I tried to stop him he pushed me out and locked the door. I could have done more, I know that. I could have screamed and called the cops, but I couldn’t do it to either of them. Jessica would be exposed, Bryce would go to jail. I loved them, both of them. I just couldn’t”

You listened to every word in complete silence, your eyes widened. You didn’t know about any of the things he said about his house situation. He never told you. Also, he never even mentioned Bryce or Jessica. You didn’t even know he used to go to Liberty High until Clay told you.

“I don’t know you at all” you whispered. “I have to leave. I need some time to think… to figure it all out, I mean”

Justin nodded, looking heartbroken. You quietly made your way to the door and left, stopping only to give him a sad glance before closing the door behind you. You entered your apartment, ripped off your shoes aggressively and lied down on the carpet. You felt your phone buzz inside your jeans’ pocket and slowly reached out for it. You saw lots of notifications, the most recent coming from Clay.

[Argila | 3:32 P.M.] Hey
[Argila | 3:45 P.M.] I’m worried about you
[Argila | 3:57 P.M.] Did you talk to Justin?
[Argila | 4:01 P.M.] (Y/N) please answer me
[Argila | 4:01 P.M.] if I don’t hear from you until 4:15 I’ll send the police to your building

You checked the time. 4:13 p.m., still on time.

[You | 4:13 P.M.] chill

You checked your other notifications and saw the texts Justin sent you while you were at class. You knew you would regret it, but you opened his chat.

[Justin | 11:27 A.M.] Okay here it goes
[Justin | 11:27 A.M.] I’m sorry I only said it once in my life and even then it ended up badly
[Justin | 11:27 A.M.] I’m afraid and I’m sorry, I wish I could tell you like a normal guy would… looking at your beautiful face and holding your hands
[Justin | 11:28 A.M.] but I can’t so you’ll have to settle for this
[Justin | 11:28 A.M.] I love you
[Justin | 11:28 A.M.] So much it aches
[Justin | 11:29 A.M.] You’re the best thing that ever happened to me and I don’t ever wanna lose you

Y’know what I would love, in terms of “waking F(r*)itz up”…

He points the gun at Jemma - or at someone else, but she probably steps in the way, because if anyone can get to him, she can,

and he’s about to lose his shit because seriously who ARE you and WHY won’t anyone tell me what is going on and WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

and Jemma contemplates an impassioned plea for him to remember her because they love each other across time and the cosmos can suck it or whatever, but then she thinks about it…

because the others, May and Coulson and Mack if they get him by that point… they’re not remembering who they actually literally are, they haven’t really remembered their actual lives (although Coulson has a bit), it’s more like they’ve remembered their true natures and how they would really make decisions, and they’re using that nature to resist the confines in which they’ve been put

so when Fritz says “Who are you?”

Jemma says

“It doesn’t matter. Forget about me, forget about what I said before, forget what anyone has told you that you are. What do you think? What do you feel?”

and he has always been told ‘don’t think that’ ‘don’t feel that’ so this is probably a weird sensation for him but he can’t help but wonder

and he looks down the barrel of the gun at this woman, pleading for his soul, pleading for the lives of her friends, showing loyalty and compassion and selflessness that he’s always been raised to believe are weak. he could shoot her. he could kill her. yet she is standing there. is that weakness? is it foolishness? or is it strength?

and he hears that voice, not his father’s voice, not Ophelia’s, but his own. ‘what if I didn’t have to do that?’ and all the other questions he’s ever asked, especially those he asked last time he was in this situation, last time he took the killing path

because he already knows this is wrong

and maybe it takes Jemma to highlight that

it’s not about her and it’s not about them

but she gives him space to act out his true nature in a world of people who have been trying to control him and even though our Fitz, real-world Fitz, doesn’t come through (because that’s not what’s been happening) his soul does and his heart does

and Fritz lowers the gun

anonymous asked:

it wand exactly a free choice, since it was the only option Jon had. And while Ned didn't think it was a good idea, he sure as hell didn't try to dissuade Jon from going after he found out he expressed a wish to go there - despite knowing what it was really like and what kind of life Jon would live. So I'm still going to blame the adults for not making sure there where other options. If you only have one choice, it's not really a choice, is it?

We don’t actually know if Ned would have allowed Catelyn to kick Jon out of Winterfell. That argument ends because Maester Luwin brings up Jon’s desire to join the NW. Moreover, Jon didn’t know that Catelyn planned to kick him out once Ned left, so that had no bearing on his decision. His decision wasn’t a spur of the moment thing either; he has thought about his future before:

He had thought on it long and hard, lying abed at night while his brothers slept around him. Robb would someday inherit Winterfell, would command great armies as the Warden of the North. Bran and Rickon would be Robb’s bannermen and rule holdfasts in his name. His sisters Arya and Sansa would marry the heirs of other great houses and go south as mistress of castles of their own. But what place could a bastard hope to earn?

Jon chose the NW because he felt he wouldn’t have a proper place somewhere else. Bastards do actually have other options; they can go to the Citadel, and they can become knights. Robb loved him enough to vouch for a place for him at Winterfell, as Torrhen Stark once extended to his half-brother Brandon Snow. Jon could have even become his steward one day. Jon undoubtedly considered all paths, and he chose the Night’s Watch.

The Night’s Watch isn’t a death sentence, though. It’s hard, yes, but boys younger than Jon have joined before, and rose through the ranks too. Jon wasn’t even the youngest Lord Commander at the age of 16. The Night’s Watch gave Jon what he wanted: honor, adventure, and a place where he can belong. He got more than he bargained for and even became the Lord Commander. 

If Ned had forced Jon to remain in Winterfell, I’d imagine he’d be even unhappier and angry that his father wouldn’t let him go. The adults here let Jon make his decision, and it paid off. Jon knows his decision was sound by A Dance with Dragons:

Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon Snow reflected, and I might have had her. Her, and Winterfell, and my lord father’s name. Instead he had chosen a black cloak and a wall of ice. Instead he had chosen honor. A bastard’s sort of honor.

Jon chose honor– a bastard’s sort of honor, but he chose it all the same.

I honestly cannot believe (except I fuckin can bc y’all are crazy as hell) that there are whole entire blogs that exist JUST TO TALK SHIT ABOUT RENEE. Like, don’t like Renee all you want for whatever fuckin reason (but if it’s just bc she’s married to Dean and he’s your fave, you’re a fuckin terrible person lmao) BUT DON’T SPEND ALL YOUR FUCKIN FREE TIME RUNNING A WHOLE ENTIRE BLOG TO TALK SHIT ABOUT HER. Like honestly what the fuck is y’all’s issue, holy fuck. 
Y’all all need to take a break, go outside, look at the flowers, feel the sun on your skin, AND FUCKIN REALIZE THAT YOU’RE FUCKIN DUMB AS SHIT FOR DOING THIS SHIT.

what the hell is with weirdos on this site who believe every single post requires their commentary while lacking the self awareness to realize no one is going to take them seriously with pokemon/pony/you name it porn on their main blog. why is it such a frequent thing

anonymous asked:

Roomates au Your OTP?

Shiro fell asleep wherever he was tired. He had done distance flights where if you didn’t sleep when you had a chance, you might not sleep for the next 18 hours. He had been the only pilot they had so if they had to come down off autopilot, he was it.

It annoyed the hell out of Allura.

He wasn’t sure if it was an Altean thing or a princess thing or what it was but she was constantly poking him awake when he fell asleep on common room sofas and reminding him to go to bed. He’d mutter an apology and shuffle off to bed while she watched him with this perplexed look on her face.

She finally stopped bothering to wake him. He’d wake up find her sitting on the next chair over, reading and ignoring him.

“Go to bed, Paladin,” she’d tell him and he’d do as he was told or he’d pull himself up and blink himself awake and sit with her.

“Your clothes get all rumpled when you sleep in strange corners,” she said.

“Is there a dress code in the rec room?”

“Nevermind,” she said.

“I thought you found it a little weird but if it bothers you, I can stop napping in strange corners,” he said.

She gave him a look that he could not make sense of. Her head tilted just a fraction to the side, her lips pressed together in disapproval or confusion but not anger. She was baffling sometimes.

“You aren’t doing anything wrong,” she said.

“Am I annoying you?”


He frowned at her, ran his fingers through his hair a few times because it had to be stuck down and it gave him something to do while he tried to make sense of her. She was still watching him. He gave up. It wasn’t going to make any sense and he was still to dozy to try and make sense of Altean traditions. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands to blot her out because she left him feeling half crazy.

“I’m gonna go back to sleep for another few minutes,” he said.

“Mm,” she said as thought it meant something.

He flopped back down on the sofa and faced away from her and let himself drop off to sleep because it was easier than making sense of it

[Dear Shiro, she thinks you’re adorable and doesn’t know how to tell you that you make her lose her mind when you’re all sleepy and oblivious.]


Allison: I think I’m going to explode, Lala. I can’t stop this anger. I want to go back in there and rip her to shreds.

Lala: Breathe deep, Allie. That’s what helps me. Take deep breaths and look out at the water. At the sky. But you can’t go back in there. 

Allison: What the hell was I thinking? If she tells Nico…

Lala: You weren’t thinking. And that’s okay. Tell Nico first before she gets a chance. He’ll understand. He won’t be happy, but he’ll understand. But you have to apologize. To him…to Ivory…to Nicole. Not today or even tomorrow, but someday. 

Allison sadly: I can’t believe what a mess I’ve made, Lala. I’m so glad to have you.

Lala: Messes can be cleaned up. They might leave behind stains, but they can be cleaned. And I’m glad to have you too. So much, okay? Oh, this is Remy! Wait for me in the car, Allie, and then we can go.

Lala takes a deep breath herself then answers her cell. 

Remy snaps: Where the f*ck are you? I’m back at the penthouse and you’re not here. It’s late and you’re pregnant. Pregnant ladies should be home at this hour, not out in the f*cking streets.

Lala quietly: I’m not in the streets. I went out with Allie, Remy. I told you I was.

Remy: And I told you to stay home. I like to come home and find you here, that’s what I like. You get me angry just this fast, Lala. We’re going to have a real talk tonight about this Allie situation. I’m hanging up.

Lala rubs her temples. Great…Allison is upset and is probably going to want me to stay with her again all night but now Remy’s angry and I’ll have to hear his mouth all night. What a mess is right, Allie. And I just want to sleep.

anonymous asked:

What other BatIM AUs do you enjoy?

@shinyzango‘s 2D AU is actually the most beautiful and adorable thing ever, please go forth and check it out

@eliana55226838 Has some pretty nifty ideas

@hazardgirl-art-blog/ @majorpepperidge‘s Lampblack City AU has been pretty darn entertaining to watch, and MMM MMM DAT GORE uh I mean cute OCs

And of course, everyone’s favorite, @doodledrawsthings‘s Hell’s Studio AU, which is Perfect and Great

Go check them out, why don’t’cha?

idk what’s in the air … but all my girlfriends are going through hell in their love lives……… LEAVE MY FRIENDS ALONE YOU UGLY ASS DIRTY DICK NIGGAS!!!!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

You're one of the few KS blogs that really matters. Very good analysis and serious information, no sugar-coating the shite. There's no room for romantizing or fetishizing those two characters, Sangwoo mainly. BL my ass. A big part of KS fandom is going insane, like, literally. I was on the verge of throwing up when I came across chibi, lovey-dovey figures of them together. What the hell.

Is that why other blogs never interact with me? xD yikes
Anyways, thank you, i’m glad you like my blog but I think people are free to like whatever they want and nobody can control what gets someone off so y’know, whatever floats your boat.
Especially art. Art is imagination and creativity. You can’t really judge art. Art can interpret everything in infinite forms and it’s not wrong so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

maternalcube  asked:

ooh, prompt: shiro and hunk on a roadtrip?

“We’re out of beef jerky,” Hunk said mournfully, shaking the last crumbs from the bag into his hand.

“We’ll stop at the next gas station for more,” Shiro said absently. He was entirely focused on passing this douche in a jeep going ninety in the passing lane, what the hell.

“You’ve been saying that for fifty miles,” Hunk complained.

The douche cut Shiro off, and he swerved and swore, the car shaking madly as he brought it back on track. Hunk yelped and jammed his hands against the dash and the door, locking himself into place. “Forget the jerky! Just freaking let me drive instead!”

“No,” Shiro growled, bent over the wheel with his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows bent. Sure, the highway wasn’t a racetrack, he knew that, but making good time was important. And he was going to make the best time.

“I’m going to die in this stinky station wagon with six other people,” Hunk groaned, leaning back in his seat with tension in every line of his body. “I’m gonna die and you’re gonna kill me.”

In response, Shiro pulled his emergency Slim Jim out of his breast pocket and handed it over. Hunk sighed, momentarily mollified. Keeping his stomach moderately full, as well as sitting in the front seat so he could watch the road, were the best options for keeping his motion sickness under control.

But none of it was gonna matter if Shiro killed them all.

2,000 followers special! Prompts are now closed. Thank you to everyone who participated! You can read all of the fics at this link or on AO3 starting here.

anonymous asked:

I've seen your prompt list and if you could do n°40 with saphael please?? \(*w*)/

(pardon my bad english but it’s not my first language and i tried my best)

Raphael is trying to drink (or eat, it depends on different point of views) his glass of A+ but it’s really awkward and creepy when someone is sitting right in front of you and is watching you.
“Are you done?” Raphael asks and puts the glass on the table.
“What? I didn’t do anything” Simon says and he’s still watching.. Raphael’s mouth?
Raphael raises his eyebrows and whatever, he thinks. He’s hungry and he has to go to a meeting in less than two hours so he needs to eat. He’s going to drink his glass when Simon vampire speeds by his side and touches his fangs.
Simon is touching his fangs? What the hell dude?
Raphael puts down the glass again. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I was wondering…” Simon says and touches his own fang and with the other hand is still touching one of Raphael’s. “Is it possible that your fangs are sharper than mine? I mean is it something to do with the fact that you’ve been a vampire longer than me? Does it mean i’ll have these fangs too in 30 years? or maybe you use a cream? if it’s the last one, can i borrow it?” Simon asks and he’s so serious and focused on their fangs and Raphael tries to not rolls his eyes so much because he really needs his eyes. He can’t believe he has feelings for this nerd.
“Listen, Simon” he says and tries to keep the calm and he takes the glass again. “I love you and all, but i’m trying to eat so can you like, not? Thanks. I also have a meet in less than two hours and i need to eat so i can be more focused.”
Raphael doesn’t realizes what he said until Simon frozen and he stops touching their fangs.
Damn, he whispers.
“You said it” Simon says.
“What? I didn’t say anything.” Raphael says and drinks his glass of blood with no chalance.
“I heard you. You said it” Simon repeats with a big smile on his face.
“Fine” Raphael says, exasperated. “If i say it again, will you let me finish my glass of A+?”
Simon nods and Raphael puts down the glass for the third time and looks at his fledgling and smiles. “I love you” and the smiles Simon gives to him is brighter than the sun.
“I love you too.” Simon says and kisses him.

send me a prompt and i’ll write a saphael story

Second Chance (Karamel) Chapter 4 aesthetic

Yeah, this is what happens when you’re so afraid to continue writing the fanfic, because you KNOW what’s coming up and you KNOW it’s gonna hurt, that you instead procrastinate and make an aesthetic. I literally have a love-hate relationship with this fic right now. Even though I’m absolutely in love with it, excited for where it’s going, and enjoy writing it, it also hurt so damn much that I question what the hell I was thinking when I started it. So yeah. It’s gonna hurt y’all. It’s gonna hurt. 

Second Chance Chapters:
- Prologue
- Chapter 1: Failure
- Chapter 2: Nightmare
- Chapter 3: Gone

Other Karamel Fanfics:
Karamel Fanfiction Masterlist

anonymous asked:

How well does Akagis story stand on its own despite majong kinda being the central focus? Do you need to understand majong to enjoy the anime?

to be honest here, prior to watching the anime i didnt know jack shit about mah-jong. the anime explains a bunch of things but if you dont know mah-jong youll probably understand most of the rules through just watching some situations repeat. 

now, an interesting thing here is that most of the time no one understands what the hell akagi is doing and so he finds himself having to explain what he does a whole lot, so even if you dont know 100% of the rules of the game, youll understand whats going on specifically in the games you watch.

the anime is super intense and even if i sometimes got a bit lost, its definitely super enjoyable without understanding mah-jong.

so, if you wanna know about akagis story, i recommend you watch the anime, then read the manga “ten”, then read the manga “akagi”, for a maximized feelings trip.

“Yuma, why are there hickeys and bite marks on your skin?”
Asks Ruki who has no idea he’s with Shu, and they’ve been having a mad crazy sex.

Yuma, who’s sweating now and is nervous as hell because he knows Ruki hates the Sakamaki doods: :’)?? “by what ever do you mean, Ruki?? These are just make up! I am practicing for a role I got in a play at schoo-”

Shu: /leans in from the doorway
“He’s fucking me.”

Ruki: “….” /FAINTS


Azusa: “Wow…Is Ruki-Kun going to be okay..?”


    so this is your local potato by the name of riley and i am here with another promotion of mine since these go faster than making banners and stuff so could you like and reblog this lame text post if you have an interest with interacting with a nerdy trio of original characters:

  • oliver anthony patterson is a guardian angel who had been banished from what is heaven, and was forced to live out such a banishment on earth instead. even despite being an angel, he has a tendency to be quite rude and harsh around others with the hopes of pushing them away.
  • quincy lee davis is a demon who had been banished from what is hell, and is forced to live out such a punishment on earth instead. even despite being a demon, he has a tendency to be kindhearted and gentle around with the hopes of bonding with them instead of causing harm.
  • yoshio nishikawa is a human who has the ability of pyrokinesis which is the power to control and create flames with his mind alone. this ability has seemed to get him into loads of trouble however. he has the tendency to act carefree and jokes around often though, the last thing he’d want is to truly hurt others.

anonymous asked:

Barry is such a selfish ungrateful mofo. After all Caitlin does for him, he cares more about Iris, Joe, Wally and Cisco more than he cares about her? Did any of them get him to pee in a cup????? Selfish!!

ikr, i mean after all the times that she’s doubted him and discouraged him when he needs encouragement. having to be begged to save barry and iris’ lives but making snow fall for the hell of it…. or my favorite time you know that time she stole the stone and decided that her not wanting to sing let it go was more important than iris’ life… the girl who actively reminds everyone her own life and issues are important too. 

i mean what is barry thinking, how dare he be so focused on the love of his life and his family. when the white fave needs to be coddled and rescued… god what a selfish prick.

the 100 4 x 09 highlights
  • raven “i’m too awesome to leave behind” reyes
  • murphy was looking fine as hell not gonna lie
  • murphy and emori
  • “who needs food when you have love”
  • jackson and miller “or i could keep you company” 
  • echo. just. what a queen and what an entrance
  • ilians face after octavia “this is who i am” blake killed four (4) people. shook
  • jasper and harper partying like its 2012
  • bellamy dragging jaha “you sent them down here to die now its their choice” go off
  • monty being the friend of the year and joining them to die
  • clarkes attempt at becoming the commander. honey the only part of the commander that’s ever been in you is lexa
  • roan d e s t r o y i n g clarke and calling out her white savior bullshit
  • abby: “science”
  • literally every single grounder: “bitch stop”
  • raven forgiving murphy
  • murphy hugging raven
  • “tell them i floated myself” a sentence both soul shattering and extremely meaningful
  • millers hand on jacksons shoulder you cant tell me they didnt fuck
  • octavia at the end “fight me”