why did you ever get bangs

HYYH: Stay

Plot: You were the only one holding his reality together, while it was all shattering into pieces.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, HYYH au!

Note: Time to wash away the sinful J-Hope with a depressed J-Hope. Thank you so much for reading, liking and reblogging. This blog is growing faster than I thought. 565 Words

P.S. Can we talk about how one of my fave Sunbaenim fanfiction/reaction bloggers ever liked my post? @bulletproofwhalien I love you. I’m so honored.

Originally posted by btsleepy


You were banging against the door to his bathroom, a running tap being heard from inside. He had always been like this – he wanted to escape this cycle, wanted to get rid of the depression he had. Why didn’t he ever listen to your positive thoughts; your acknowledgement? You didn’t want him to have thoughts like that. 

‘One pill a day,’ was what the doctor said. You were always in charge of making sure he took exactly that; which he did. But now, he actually decided to rebel. He decided that he was going to leave forever. It was like he was in a trace – he had forgotten about you, his other friends. They had become quite distant anyway.

“Please let me in.. I don’t want you to do anything to yourself.”

To his ears, your voice was muffled. The sound of the tap was muffled. He was blankly staring at his reflection in the mirror, thinking what he had become, thinking of all the memories he had with the boys; then that one girl. That one girl who ruined Jin’s life; who changed everyone’s fate for the worse. His expression became tense, and he sharply opened up the cabinet, and snatched off the pills.

Your ear was against the door, your eyes widening when you heard the familiar creak of the cabinet. Was he really going to overdose? That was the only thing that was possible, considering there was nothing else in there other than toothpaste and brushes. You couldn’t loose him – not like this.

Sure, you were just the person assigned to take care of him, but maybe your feelings developed into something more overtime. You weren’t saving him because you were getting paid to – you were saving him because you had fallen in love with him. 

There was no way you were going to give him up.

You quickly looked through all the drawers in his tiny apartment for a key to the bathroom, or anything else that could open the door. 

For once, you just needed some luck. You wouldn’t care if you used all it up on getting a key.

After a few minutes of shoveling through drawers, you found a lone key, which you immediately used to open up the obstacle that was blocking you from seeing Hoseok. All of your prayers were answered when a click echoed through your ears, and you barged in. He was just about to take in a handful of pills, which you had slapped out of his hand.

“Don’t!” You begged, as he looked at you with wide eyes. “Please.. Please don’t leave me..”

You wrapped your arms around his tall frame, your tears staining his cardigan. At that moment, he felt his heart beat against his chest. A little life had sprung up inside him, and his dull eyes seemed to gleam slightly. He felt so much comfort from that one action, and he wanted more; he wanted to be with you forever. You were the only one actually keeping it together, while it was all shattering into pieces.

“Please stay.”

dazzlingtiredeyes  asked:

I'm not saying that I'd give you my first born in exchange for a continuation to the Lance revealing his feelings for Keith under the effect of weird space plants... But I'd totally give you my first born, a new Mac and the blood of a virgin.

Ayyyyyyy six months late (sorry, I know, I’m terrible) but trade out the human child for a puppy and you’ve got yourself a deal

Here’s the first part of this fic

And here’s the continuation, to heal the angst:

Keith had been weird ever since Wivicor.

Of course, Lance reflected, Keith was always a little weird, so it was all relative, but he’d changed in ways that Lance couldn’t account for. He wouldn’t make eye contact with Lance anymore, would barely talk to him. When Lance tossed an insult his way, instead of responding in kind, Keith went silent. If he ever found himself alone with Lance, he left the room as quickly as possible. Training sessions between the two of them eventually devolved into ominous quiet as Lance gave up trying to get Keith to talk to him. He would have worried Keith was ill, if he didn’t continue to interact with the rest of the team as normal. He’d laugh with Hunk at dinner, or peer over Pidge’s shoulder as she hacked into Galra systems, or talk long and quietly with Shiro. He even seemed to have a better relationship with Allura than with Lance.

Lance didn’t want to admit how much it stung. He nursed his wounds in private, trying to convince himself he was seeing something that wasn’t there. He knew Keith didn’t like him, sometimes was even afraid he flat-out hated him, but he’d thought they were getting better. Whatever dream that had been, Keith seemed determined to crush it. There was a hint of bitterness in his mouth whenever they formed Voltron now, a thread of something unpleasant that seemed to run between the two of them.

It was a small thing that broke his resolve. Unable to sleep, he stepped out into the hallway, thinking of getting a midnight snack or possibly just stretching his legs. Keith’s door started to slide open, he caught a glimpse of Keith’s startled eye, and then it slammed shut again. Something crumbled in his chest, but there was a tiny flame of fury there too. He stewed for a moment, considering his options, before he steeled himself, walked over, and banged on the door.

“Keith!” he shouted. “Open up!” The door stayed close. “Open your goddamn door, Keith!” He hit it so hard his knuckles stung. “Open up or I wake up the entire castle and we have this discussion in front of everyone.” The door slid open a single grudging inch, revealing Keith’s purple eye.

“Go to bed, Lance,” he said. Lance stuck his fingers in the door, hoping Keith was not actually mean enough to slam it on them.

“Not a chance, Kogane,” he said. “We need to talk.”

“No. We don’t.”

“Let me in,” he growled.


“We need to talk and you know it. Unless you want Shiro to start chewing us out for being irresponsible Paladins and letting our personal problems get in the way of forming Voltron.” There was a moment of silence, and then the door slowly slid open the rest of the way. Keith was barefoot, in a gray t-shirt and sweatpants, arms crossed over his chest. His bedsheets were rumpled and the room was dark, but his eyes were bright and alert, undulled by sleep.

“What.” Lance shut the door behind him, flicking the light on. Keith squinted in the brightness.

“You know what,” he said.

“Humor me,” Keith said flatly.

“You’ve been acting weird ever since we got stranded on Wivicor. I thought we were getting better, Keith, I thought we might be becoming friends. Now you won’t even look me in the eye.”

“I’m looking at you right now.”

“Yeah, for the first time in weeks.” Lance crossed his own arms, matching Keith glare for glare. “That night in the cave. You were supposed to wake me up for guard duty, but you never did, and you lied about why. Then you barely talked to me the next day, and ever since then you’ve been weird. What the hell happened?” Keith’s eyes narrowed.

“Nothing,” he said. “I told you, I couldn’t wake you up.” Lance shook his head.

“Bullshit. You’re an awful liar.” They glared at each other for a long moment, before Lance gave in to the crumbling in his chest. He dropped his arms to his sides and sighed. “Please, Keith, just… tell me. I don’t get what I did wrong.”

Something cracked in Keith’s expression, and he sat down heavy on the bed, his head hanging low. His bangs dropped over his eyes as he shook his head. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Lance,” he said. “Please don’t think that.”

“Well what the hell else am I supposed to think?” he asked.

“It was that stupid fucking flower.” Lance blinked.

“The what?”

“You sniffed a flower on Wivicor and got all this pollen in your face. Do you remember?” Lance shrugged.

“Sure, a little, I guess. What does that have to do with anything?” Keith sighed.

“The pollen from the flower. It gave you some kind of alien infection. Later that night, when we got to the cave, you started… talking, but your voice was all flat and monotone, and you weren’t thinking about what you were saying. It wasn’t you, not really. And then you didn’t remember it the next morning.” Lance blinked.

“Well what the hell did I say?” he asked.

“Stuff I had no right to hear. Please, Lance, I’m trying to just forget it, you would never say those things really, not to me. I shouldn’t have heard a word of it.” Dawning horror constricted Lance’s chest.

“Keith,” he said, the word tight around the lump in his throat. “Whatever I said… I’m sorry, I wouldn’t ever say anything to hurt you, you have to know, I… I know we throw insults back and forth, but I don’t mean them, I mean, I’m not trying to actually upset you, I—” Keith’s head shot up, his eyes wide and wild.

“No!” he shouted, and Lance jumped. “I… I mean, no, that’s not… That’s not the kind of thing you were saying.”

“What, then?” Lance frowned.

“It was…” Keith took an stuttering breath. “You were speaking without a filter, basically, telling truths. Or I assume they were truths. You… talked about your family some, but… Mostly it was about me, and you and me, and how you…” Keith trailed off, met Lance’s eyes, swallowed, and finished the sentence. “How you feel about me.”

Lance had the odd sensation that gravity was shifting, changing. He was going to fall through the floor, and at the same time he was coming unmoored, floating out into space without a tether to pull him back to safety. His chest crumbled like ash. Keith continued, unstoppably, mercilessly, plowing through his words.

“You said you know – you think you know – that I hate you, but that you think that you might love me. You said you’d cried because you think I don’t… I couldn’t ever…” Keith looked down again, squeezing his hands into fists. “I should never have heard any of it. I should have blocked my ears the minute I realized something was wrong.”

“So now you know,” Lance said. The words didn’t seem to come from him. He couldn’t remember deciding to say them, they just slipped out, unbidden, from a voice very far away from him. “Now you know and you really do hate me.” Keith shot up so fast off the bed that Lance stumbled backwards and almost fell.

“That isn’t what I said at all,” he said fiercely. “But you deserved to tell me when or if you wanted to. Not like that. Never like that.” Lance backed up until he was pressed against the cool metal of the door, palms flat. He looked down at Keith, in his tattered grey sweats, mussed black hair falling over violet eyes burning with a fury Lance didn’t understand.

“I’m sorry,” Lance whispered. “I’ll just go. I’ll leave you alone, I swear.”

“Stop apologizing!” Keith shouted, and Lance flinched. The fury in his eyes calmed slightly. “Stop, please, because you’ve got entirely the wrong idea about all of this.” Lance frowned, biting his lip.

“What does that mean?” Keith’s hands chopped uncertainly at the air around him, trying to aid his explanation but seeming just as lost and unsure as his words.

“It means… God, Lance, I’m no good at talking about this. I’m mad because this spoiled something… I thought we were finally getting better, finally getting to be friends.”

“So did I,” Lance said, so quietly he wasn’t sure Keith heard. “Or hoped, anyway.”

“And I don’t know what I felt or would have started to feel but it’s not like I’m blind, right? I always knew you were pretty, anyway.” Lance blinked, feeling something in the conversation derail, something step out of line and jam up his thoughts, freezing his brain in place.

“You knew I was what?” Keith, however, didn’t answer, plowing through his words with a kind of desperation.

“It wasn’t like I had a crush, that’s too generous, but I think I knew, subconsciously, somewhere, that there was… there was potential, I guess? Well, I mean, I thought you were straight, too, which didn’t help. I really don’t know where my head was.” He glared at Lance. “But then you had to go and pour out this confession under the influence of some kind of alien drug, and you don’t even remember doing it. And that accelerated things in my head, got me to notice some things about myself, but now that I’ve heard you talking I can’t do anything about what I’m noticing because that’s unfair to you. And I didn’t want to hurt you by telling you what I heard. So I’m stuck. I just tried to avoid you instead, but obviously that was never going to work.”

“Keith,” Lance said slowly. His fingers curled against his palms, tapping uncertainly. “What are you talking about?”

“You, you idiot,” he replied. “You and how goddamn complicated you are.” Lance shook his head.

“I don’t understand.” Keith sighed.

“Oh, to hell with it all. I was never any good at words.” He closed the distance between them. Lance yelped, trying to scramble away, but there was nowhere to go. Keith caught his hands, reached up, and very gently placed a hand against Lance’s cheek. Lance froze. “May I?” he asked. Not daring to guess what Keith wanted to do, Lance nodded numbly. Keith leaned up and pressed his lips lightly against Lance’s.

The kiss was over almost as soon as it began, and Keith stepped back, holding up a hand. “Don’t say anything,” he said. “Not yet. Go to bed. Think about it. Think about how you feel, and whether you’re ready for me to know how you feel. Then come back and tell me, if and when and how you want to. Okay?” Lance still couldn’t breathe, but his chest wasn’t crumbling anymore. Something warm sat there instead, tethering him to safety. He smiled gently.

“Okay, Keith,” he said.

[Please do not send me prompts at the moment, I am working through old ones]

Mc Looking After Deaged RFA members + Saeran

So we’re ignoring Rika for this one
Just a random thought I had at 2 am and couldn’t get outa my head.
Assuming by some magic shenanigans, everyone in the RFA is suddenly like four to six years old and MC has to mom them until they figure out how to undo this

•Jumin and V would 100% be inseparable. Jumin will NOT talk (decently) to anyone who isn’t V. They’d be joint at the hip and just sort of babble in six year old Korean. If they were to find plastic flowers lying around, they’d attempt to make bff flower crowns probably.

•Jumin’s looks like a pathetic rose boomerang but DAMN V is greAt at this kid’s got art skills

•V’s actually v sweet and thoughtful even as a baby. He’d probably try to get you a glass of water when he notices how worn out you are by this baby sitting thing (except he’s like barely six and can’t reach the water dispenser much less the sink) so he just ends up staring at you with large teal eyes

• Totally loves when you give him attention bc his parents were inattentive af but he won’t bother you for it

• in general precious angel. Total good boy

• Jumin’s another story tho

• Hella hard to please. Won’t eat just anything

• Until the MC makes him pancakes and he’s like

• ??? am I in heaven??

• Is actually really really really clingy when MC starts growing on him

• Always wants you to pay attention to him and WILL badger you for it at all possible times

• But not with words cause the kiddo can’t express his needs well, even as a six year old. He’d just poke you. And stare. Possibly hold his arms out for you like “carry me you peasant ”

• jaehee is just adorable

• Even as a baby she’s incredibly smart

• she follows you around and gazes a lot. Very curious. Usually she’s that ones kid who asks all the what, how and why questions.

• She’d be extremely timid and reluctant to open up to you, but once she does; BOI IS SHE A CHATTERBOX

• She adores when you give her attention but tries not to show it. Cuddle her and kiss her cheek and she’ll be so happy she’ll internally melt.

• Saeran and Saeyoung, let’s say they’re around five- would be pretty much like Jumin and V. Pretty inseparable

• Except Saeyoung loves to wander around and pull the other kids’ hair and just mess with them in general

• More than once one of them will come crying because of something Saeyoung does

• But then Saeyoung gets really confused if you get mad at him because?? He was just being affectionate?? For real? How was he supposed to know squeezing them in THAT tight of a hug would hurt?

• Much like Jumin, he’s a little shit and honestly just wants you to give him attention. But he’s blab about it in an obnoxiously loud way, all like “NOTICE ME!”

• Constantly poking you

• Saeran is very very restless

• Kid walks fucking everywhere

• That’s OK tho because Saeyoung always follows him to make sure he doesn’t get locked up in the fridge accidentally (-again-)

• Saeyoung hugs him hardest of all

• Saeran probs has high pain tolerance because of that lmao (-I’m sorry don’t kill me-)

• Kind of intimdated by you tbh? Like he does want the cuddles and the kisses and he secretly needs the attention but Saeran’s also kind of anxious about it?

• Zen tho

• Zen thinks he’s the best kid of all

• Constantly tries to prove it

• Tries to break the child/mum relationship and be a caretaker along your side

• He’s six, for God’s sake. He can take care of himself and others!

• Total big bro figure

• Or tries to be. He always tries to seem like the comforting big guy who the other’s can look up to and come to for help in case you’re not here

• But then he’ll trip on something and scrape his knee and start crying until you pick him up and embrace him

• At which point he’d cling to you as if his life depends on it

• Oh boi let’s talk about yoosung why shan’t we

• Youngest baby. He’s like, four. And he’s the cutest little shit you’ve ever seen

• Wide violet eyes and cute chocolate coloured bangs and those pretty lil lashes

• He’s secretly a little shit tho, even more than Saeyoung

• Except he’s better at hiding it bc he will legit cry

• His tears make him look so vulnerable and innocent?? You can’t help but think he is

• Has totally eaten the last cookie but makes you think it’s Saeyoung who did it

• He LOVES your attention. Infact he gets kind of jealous when he sees you giving too much attention to anyone else.

• Keeps trying to trip V

• Doesn’t know why he just,, rlly doesn’t like V

• But when you look at him he looks like a total angel, so precious and pure and?? How could you be mad at him, like ever? And if you do, do you even have a heart??? It’s impossible.

Secret Communication

Originally posted by fawnave

Two years and a cheating scandal later you were still officially Bobby’s girlfriend. It took a lot out of you, physically and emotionally. You were afraid to forgive and get hurt once more in the future but also afraid to let go of the man you love forever. That is why you ultimately decided to give him another chance.

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Dog-boys and Dragons chpt 1

By @mustardyellowsunshine , @grapefruitwannabe and myself. Enjoy! 

“Alright so you entered the spooky woods, are you sneaking or just walking along?” Kagome said, pausing in her introduction to the so called ‘spooky woods’.

“Why the fuck would I do either?” Inuyasha grumbled. “I would’a just jumped up into one of the trees.”

“You wanna roll an athletics check to climb a tree?” she asked far too smoothly.

“Jump,” he corrected. “I don’t need ta climb it.”

“Your character is a level 1 Dragonborn Inuyasha, he can’t just jump that high.”

“The fuck I can’t!”

“Kagome’s right, dumbass,” Kouga interjected smugly. “At level 1 you’d be lucky to skip through a field of daisies without tripping.”

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27. “I thought you trusted me.”
15. “Well, the door is right over there!”
21. “Then help me understand.”
8. “It’s 3am let’s get food.”

Chanyeol’s eye twitches at your tantrums. The living room is a complete mess, chairs overturned, decorative pots and jars broken and shattered on the floor.

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  • “Man, you’re fast when you’re drunk!”
  • “What’s gotten into you? Oh that’s right, nothing, ever.”
  • “Why wouldn’t she just come right out and say what she wants?”
  • “That can never happen again.”
  • “Love is trusting someone enough to tell them what’s really bothering you.”
  • “Come with me if you want to bang.”
  • “I’m going to get you to that hospital or die trying.”
  • “People make fun of the guy who stays home every night doing nothing, but the truth is that guy is a genius.”
  • “I don’t think I can do normal anymore.”
  • “Don’t say that whore’s name in front of our baby!”
  • “When did I become such a gooey romantic?”
  • “Last week I went out with a girl whose favorite band was Glee!”
  • “Treat me like I’m a girl scout trying to sell you cookies.”
  • “Your breath reeks of shredded carrots and deceit.”
  • “Here’s twenty for picking up a girl with only one word and here’s another twenty for that word being boner.”
  • “So you’re pregnant? Huh, looks like nobody told your boobs.”
  • “If we’re together long enough I hope that one day you see yourself like I do.”
  • “When it’s just not there, you can’t force it.’
  • “I can actually hear the sound of her vagina being boarded up.”
  • “A man can do a lot of living in three hours.”
  • “Sometimes things have to fall apart to make way for better things.”
  • “I can handle you preventing me from fulfilling a life long dream, that’s being in a relationship.”
  • “I’m too far gone, I’m broken.”
  • “Deep down you know you were never happier than when you were with her.”
  • “You can’t pay your mortgage with hacky sacks and good vibes.”
  • “I’m never going to talk to my dad again.”
  • “I am never gonna have closure. Closure doesn’t exist.”
  • “I want to be confused with you.”
  • “Never screw over a girl whose last name ends in a vowel, because she’s got brothers.”
  • “I’m a good boyfriend in my sleep.”
  • “With great penis comes great responsibility.”
  • “I’d say hump her brains out, but somebody obviously already has.”
  • “There’s an alien growing in my stomach that is going to explode out of my vagina!”
  • “When your friends have great news you’re happy for them for like a millisecond and then you start thinking about yourself.”
  • “I’m so sorry, you must think I’m totally disgusting.”
  • “Anytime a single guy hangs out with a married woman there are rules that must be followed.”
  • “You look gross when you cry. You know that?”
  • “God, your nose is bleeding like a faucet.”
  • “That is so romantic, I want to fill a pillow case with dead batteries and beat you with it.”
  • “Puffy cheeks, smudged mascara, slightly red nose, that girl was just crying.”
  • “All that stupid crap they tell you about how fulfilling teaching is, it’s all true.”
  • “Good for you for not playing with yourself!”
  • “Ultimately, we only see what we want to see when we’re ready to see it.”
  • “You guys bangin’? Keep goin’, I’m not even here.”
  • “Everyone has baggage.”
  • “I sound kind of douchey. I can’t stop myself!”
  • “There’s a fine line between a true story and a bald-faced lie.”
  • “Of course she is upset - take a look at yourself you dumb slut.”
  • “Being single sucks - turns you into a crazy person.”
HTTYD one-shot: A Little Scratch

               Title: A Little Scratch

               Requested by: @katurdi

               Summary: “Quit your whining! I bet it’s barely even a scratch.” Astrid scolded with a little smile. Hiccup whined again, giving her arm a light-hearted tap.

               Genre: Friendship, Romance

               Rating: K+

               Time-line: RTTE season 5

               Hiccup yelped in alarm, stepping back from the forge before gripping his good leg painfully. Sure, the poker just had to touch his good leg- his ONLY leg. Just his luck.

               He hobbled over to a bench in the corner of his hut, plopping down into it before grabbing his pants leg and hoisting them up to his knee, glaring at the bright red gash below his knee cap. It was already oozing red- almost purple- gunk. He hissed and pulled his pants leg back down and stuffing the ends into his boot, hoping he’d be alright until he made it to the clubhouse. That’s where the supplies were kept… well, where his were anyways. Everyone had their own stash of First Aid necessities in their huts, although he’d been stupid and had forgotten his saddle bag in the clubhouse after their last patrol. He always brought supplies with… and he’d sorta forgotten to bring his back to his hut.

               Hiccup gripped the doorframe and glanced outside where the sun was just touching the sky, shining the first rays of sunlight across the land. Hiccup swallowed thickly before hobbling alongside the wall of his hut, wondering where in the archipelago Toothless could be.

               But calling his dragon might be a bad idea, Toothless had a tendency of being over protective. Once Hiccup had burnt himself in the Forge back on Berk, and Toothless had gone bonkers, rushing about in a mad haste and had even dashed out and dragged his Dad all the way to the forge. It was quite embarrassing, to be honest. And Hiccup didn’t want Toothless to go calling one of the gang. Especially since everyone were still in bed- or so he hoped.

               Hiccup paused at the corner of his hut, glancing about hesitantly before limping quickly to the next hut- uh oh… Astrid’s hut.

               And she just so happened to be the lightest sleeper in the entire archipelago. A fly could buzz twenty feet away from her, and she’d still hear it and be wide awake instantly. She claimed it was reflexes- warrior instincts. No one dared to try any stunts on a sleeping Astrid, for she always had a weapon handy. The twins had merely walked by her once when she fell asleep in her chair at the clubhouse, and Tuffnut had been lucky to get away with his body still connected to his head, although his hair hadn’t been as lucky.

               Hiccup tiptoed as quietly as he could- but with an injured leg and a noisy squeaky prosthetic made going difficult. He froze in position when he heard something creak from inside, then the telltale thumps of steps against wood.

               He groaned when the door opened, rolling his eyes in defeat before letting them settle upon the girl in the doorway. He gave a squeak of surprise and alarm, jumping back slightly at the sight of her.

               Gods, since when did Astrid get bedhead!?

               “What?” She mumbled, swatting a hand at her hair and failing the meek attempt to calm her slightly frizzy hair. Hiccup inspected her again, smiling when he realized… he blushed furiously at the thought that passed through his brain, realizing that yes, he really did like Astrid and bedhead… All those wispy hairs flying about her face and the lose strands falling out of her messy braid… it was the complete opposite of the normal neat and orderly Astrid.

               Thor, she looked beautiful.

               He snapped out of his daze when he noticed her lips were moving, most likely asking a question. He shook his head and grunted a jumbled slur, eyeing her in confusion.

               She gave him a stern look before gesturing to his lower half, “I said, what did you do to your leg?”

               Oh, right. His leg.

               “I… I sort of, was working in the Forge…” Hiccup coughed nervously. “Dropped the stoker. And it just so happened to fall onto my leg- could’ve landed on my arm, seeing as how I have two of those, but nooo.” He joked lightly, seeing her face light up with a small smile. “It just had to land on my one and only leg.”

               Astrid laughed quietly, then stepped forward to grab his arm and help him to hobble forward. “You do seem to attract danger like a magnet.”

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Questions I Want to Ask John Oliver But Would Never Ask:

Why do you compare everything to taking heroin?

Why did you “fix” your teeth?

Are you aware you have a fandom? How do you feel about having a fandom?

Do you like the fandom name “Oliverists”?

Why did you and your wife name your son Hudson?

Do you miss having bangs?

Do you read what people tweet at you on Twitter?

When you tweet, is it actually you tweeting or someone tweeting on your behalf?

Do you ever look at what people post about you on Tumblr or Reddit?

What specifically made you fall in love with Kate Norley?

I read you can walk to work so do you have a car? If so, what kind?

Do you get annoyed when people ask you the same questions over and over in various interviews?

What apps do you have on your phone?

How often do you go to England to visit your family? Do they ever come visit you here in the US?

Does your brother look like you?

Are you aware that you say “it’s pretty much an objective fact” a lot?

anonymous asked:

May I have a scenario, where 2pFrance kisses his s/o for the first time? :3 if you don't mind?

France wasn’t a romantic person, you knew this and accepted him for it. Though sometimes it did hurt, the only “love” he has ever shown you was when he would fuck you, like you were one of his old one night stands. To be honest, you didn’t know if he actually liked you or the sex. Yet you stayed with him, why did you stay with him, he’s never kissed you, not even during sex, no hand holding, not even a handshake was exchanged between you and the grumpy Persian. It hurt, alot. So for an experiment you left him, and moved in with Ollie for a week, which has led you to where you are now.

“S/O get in the car, we are going home.” Lois growled as he started to shove your things into a bag, a cigarette in his mouth, not lit on Oliver’s request. The request he only followed if it was Oliver asking. He never put out his cigarette if you asked, not even bothering to open a window when he smoked letting the toxic gas fill which ever room you were in. Why did he only listen to Ollie? Why not you, his very own S/O?!?

“No” that made him stop, he turned slowly towards you, his bangs covering his face so you couldn’t see his expression. To be honest, it terrified you to see, he seemed to be frozen in place. You were starting to wish Oliver hadn’t left to give you two space, at least you would have a witness to your murder.

After a few seconds, but it felt like years to you, he took a deep breath and said one word “why” in the smallest voice, if it wasn’t as quiet as it was, you would have missed it.

“Why, WHY!? You really want to ask me that? You never show any affection to me! You don’t even look me in the eyes most of the time, YOU DON’T LOVE ME!”

At that, France pounded the wall, startling you into silence, and you thought you saw a small trickle of liquid on his chin, but that could have been the shadows. He was breathing was heavy, almost like he was trying to remain calm. “Why?”


But he just kept saying “why” over and over again, like a prayer. It was starting to scare you.

“Louis?” you forced out, you had never seen him so … Broken before. “Hey, talk to me, you may not love me but I still love you. If you want to break up that’s ok” That got him out of whatever he was in.

His head whipped around, scaring you two steps back. His eyes were wide, like a scared child’s, tears streamed freely down his face, and his bottom lip quivered. “NO DON’T LEAVE ME S/O please,” and he kissed you, forcefully, like you were about to slip thru his fingers, which you nearly did. It became softer as you started to kiss back, it was salty from his tears, and soon your own tears started to fall.

“Awww,” Oliver cooed from the doorway, “see Francie, you can do it if you try”

“What” you asked, tilting your head adorably (I do this ALL the time, don’t judge)

Oliver walked over to a small table in the room, placing his signature cupcakes down. “Francie-Pants was asking how to show you that he did love you.” He dodged Louis’s punch, “He isn’t used to showing love as you know, so just,” another doge “teach him slowly ok?” Oliver quickly grabbed you and placed you between him and the angry French man, “he does love you, don’t doubt that. He even asked his 1p for advice!”


Idg why people call the sewer sex scene in the original novel “controversial” it’s not controversial for it to be controversial there has to be controversy for there to be controversy people have to be defending it i have literally not talked to a single person who didn’t think that scene was gross and weird and unnecessary you ever talked to someone you’re like “yeah the uhh the child gang-bang’s pretty creepy” and they’re like “no nono it was totally the best part” no the absolute most anyone does is begrudgingly tolerate that scene that’s the worst apologists of that scene are like “Yeah i mean i guess it makes sense in Beverly’s arc with her dad and shit and y’know it’s symbolic or w/e i get why he did it it’s ujst gross overkill and he goes into way too much detail and it wasn’t totally necessary” that’s like the most positive review anyone could write of that scene and even that’s rare most people are just like “What the fuck.” So yeah controversial’s not the right word more like “universally abominated”

anonymous asked:

Can I request a Mirio one where he likes the reader but s.o is a bit pessimistic towards themselves but optimistic towards others but they like to draw and Mirio notices they doodled him and they get embarrassed because they like him but also his uniquely cute and cartoony face also happens to work with their art style? I love how his face like like Fallout meets golden age of animation cartoons. Plus hes just a barrel of sunshine

Sure beans! here you go, ‘non. Also why doesn’t anyone point out that he looks like lucas from smash bros?? all i ever see is tin tin and yea i get that but… Lucas.

Toogata Mirio
“Oh hey __, your hair looks nice today! Did you do something special to it??” Mirio crosses the classroom towards to your desk. You were so invested into your doodles that you didn’t even notice his presence. You scramble to to cover  the sketchbook with your sleeves, hoping he didn’t see your scribbles.

“Oh- Uh, not anything in particular haha.. Just did my bangs differently, is all.. It’s not really that cute…” you laugh nervously, blush etching across your features at the compliment from your dear classmate. Mirio looks confused for a moment.

“No need to be so humble, I think you’re real pretty!” He exclaims, settling down in the desk in front of you, facing backwards. He goes on about some funny incident involving Tamaki and Kirishima, and you listen, but the back of your mind is focused on covering your sketchbook.

You’re busy trying to discreetly close your sketchbook and put it away, when Mirio stops you.

“Oh, what were you drawing, if you don’t mind me asking?? I didn’t know you were an artist!” he asks, round eyes focusing on yours. He’s so cute, but also so handsome, it physicially hurts your heart.

“N-nothing really, they’re just crappy doodles, is all–” As you hurry to put your sketchbook away, it slips from your grasp and goes toppling onto the floor. You sit there, frozen and mortified, watching Mirio’s eyes target the page full of… his face.

The silence is deafening. You probably look like a creep. Good going, stalker.

“Yooooooooo! These are so cool! Are they me??! They look like me!” he reaches down to snatch up the sketchbook, running his fingers over your pen marks like an ancient artifact. Your face can’t possibly get hotter at this point. “You’re a super great artist, __!! I didn’t know I was this handsome, hahaha!”

“N-no, I mean, I’m sorry, it must be so creepy to you, I just really like how your features work with my style and–”

“You like my features??” He beams, and you feel like you’re gonna be blinded by his smile. “Wowwie, thanks! I like your features too, __! Does that mean I can finally ask you out??”

How does anyone keep up with his conversation? You’re lost. Wait- did he just confess to you?? Is this real life?

“Yes, Mirio!” You blurt. He smiles fondly at you.

You end up sketching him as he poses in front of you for the rest of the lunch period.

You’ll Always Be Beautiful To Me (Robb Stark)

PromptI was thinking about Sansa Scars left by Joffrey and his knights, and I was wondering what if Reader has it too?! So, if you could write a piece for Robb taking care of reader’s scars after saving her from the Lannisters, or whom you may choose, and telling her to not be ashamed by it. Please? With lots of sadness and fluffy comfort, and a slightly kiss and he being lovely and adorable even with reader in pain and crying. - Anonymous

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Hey, @aprillikesthings, you requested Amedot fluff, so I finally finished that one-shot I’ve had sitting around half-done for months.

When Steven gets Lapis out of the barn for a day, Amethyst grabs the chance to get time alone with Peridot and introduce her to Li'l Butler. As the marathon continues, Peridot asks to braid Amethyst’s hair to give her hands something to do and help her focus on the show.

Link to the post that will link you to the AO3 version (because Tumblr now keeps posts with external links out of the searches) here.

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His Greatest Steal (Part One)

Fandom: Uncharted

Pairings: Sam X Reader, Rafe X Reader, Nathan X Elena

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my Uncharted 4 story, mainly following the plot of the game, but with you as an added character who the Drakes have known since the orphanage. It will probably have a few more parts/chapters than the actual game as you have a past too and your story will be told along side the others. Hope you enjoy!

(p.s For today, I’ll upload 3 parts, just so theres actually something to read)

Part 2

You were still only a kid when your life changed. You’d only been officially 17 for less than an hour when adventure came knocking at your bedroom window. You glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was almost midnight, meaning it could only be one person. You tumbled out of bed and quickly crossed the room to open the window.

Sure enough, hanging from your window sill was none other than Samuel Morgan- your best friend, and first adventure.

“You gonna leave me hanging here, or can I come in?”

Realising You’d been blocking his way, you nodded and quickly stepped aside, watching as he pulled himself up, grunting with the effort it required, and then slid into your room, landing on his feet with an unnatural grace for someone so tall.

Before you could demand what he was doing there, he placed a hand over your mouth and grinned.
“Cute pajamas,” he whispered, nodding at the pink, bunny themed shorts and tank top you were wearing.

You blushed, regretting not grabbing a hoodie before letting him in. Glaring at him, you ignored his comment and crossed your arms over your chest. “What are you doing here, Sam? It’s the middle of the night, and if Sister Agnes hears us, we’re both dead!” You warned, but Sam just waved you off, unworried.

“That old bat can bite me. Besides, you think I’m gonna let her stand in the way of me giving my number one girl her birthday present?” He smirked, producing a small, wrapped gift from his backpack and holding it out to you.
You felt your heart swell in your chest as you looked at him. No one had remembered your birthday that day, not any of the Nuns, and none of the other 19 girls that lived with you in Sister Agnes’ Home For Young Ladies. Yet there Sam was, nearly two full months since you’d seen him last, holding out a present and beaming.

“Oh sam!” You laughed as you rushed forward and hugged him. “I can’t believe you remembered!”

His embrace was warm and comforting, even if you were both a little shocked at your reaction, and he held you close as he answered into your hair. “Of course I did! It’s not every day your future wife turns 17.”

You laughed and pulled away, pushing him playfully as you shook your head. “Sam! Stop being such a goofball!”

He laughed but shrugged. “What? It’s the truth. One day I’m gonna marry you. It’s just how it is,” he stated simply. Just as simply as he’d put it when he first said it to you after only knowing you for half a day, so many months before.

“I won’t even date you, what makes you think I’d ever consider marrying you?” You teased, prodding his shoulder, but he just winked and offered you the gift again.

Smiling, you took it from him and carefully removed the wrapping paper. Inside was a beautiful gold pocket watch, but inside it had a compass instead of a watch, and on the back it had the initials C.M.

You turned it over in your hands, inspecting it, and wondering what it’s story was. It was well worn, with hundreds of tiny scratches and little dents in it, but it still worked.

“It’s not new, and I didn’t pay for it… But I figured you should have it… It belonged to my mom,” he admitted, and suddenly your heart clenched.

“Sam…” You started, trying to hand it back, but he shook his head and closed his fingers gently around your own, keeping the compass in your hand.

“I want you to have it… Something to remember me by while I’m gone…”

YOU blinked slowly, wondering if You’d heard wrong. “Wait, what? What do you mean remember you? Where are you going?” You rushed, praying he hadn’t done something stupid and wasn’t in some sort of trouble.

He just sighed and sat down on the window sill, looking a little sad. “I got a job. Working away for some time. It’ll suck to begin with, but after a year, I’ll be able to take Nathan and we’ll have…”

“A year?” You cut in, your mind whirring as it struggled to process what he was saying. He was going away. Sam. Your Sam. He was leaving and You’d be alone again… it took all your willpower not to beg him to stay. You wanted it more than anything, but he needed to do it for him and his brother, so you kept your mouth shut. That didn’t stop the tears from stinging your eyes though, so You quickly turned away from him and walked to your wardrobe to get some clothes.

“So is that why you’re here then? To say goodbye? I’m getting used to them now, so don’t worry about me. Do what you need to,” You whispered as you threw the clothes on your bed. You weren’t going to be able to sleep now, so no matter what Sam did, you’d be leaving your room too.

You heard him take a deep breath before answering you. “No. That’s not the only reason I’m here. What say we go out with a bang, eh? One last job?”

That peeked your interest. You and Sam had been on a few ‘jobs’, mainly looking for some journals of his mom’s, but occasionally you’d stolen things to sell on to raise money for your separate ventures.

You were planning on running away from the orphanage, and Sam just wanted to make his brother happy. You were a strange trio, but you understood each other, more so than anyone else ever did. Which was why it was so hard to know that Sam was leaving. Maybe that was why you decided to take the job that night, to ‘go out with a bang’ as he’d put it. But that was the decision that changed your life in such a way that there was never any going back. And so began your first adventure.

“He’s getting good at this,” You whispered to Sam as you watched Nate sneak out of a window and climb around the side of the building. Even you could hear the hint of pride in your voice as you watched him. You loved Nate like he was your own brother, which was why you knew you should be getting used to the layout of these roofs. When Sam was gone, You’d be making sure to come visit Nate whenever you could. No way in hell were you gonna leave him alone in the orphanage. You’d been through it yourself before you met the two of them, and it wasn’t something you were gonna let someone else feel, especially if that person was Nathan Morgan.

“Well he did learn from the best,” Sam whispered back smugly, and you snorted softly and nudged his shoulder.

“Oh please. If you’d have taken any longer to get up here, he’d have been asleep!” You teased, smirking at him. He blushed slightly, making you laugh more. The two of you had raced up to the roof, and You’d beaten him by a good 30 seconds.

“I was being a gentleman. I let the lady win… Besides, you’re lighter than me, so it’s easier to pull yourself up!” He tried, but you pulled a face and took off running, clearing the distance between the buildings before turning back and answering him.

“But you’re taller so you can reach things easier. I have to look for other paths…”

Sam landed beside you and dusted his jeans off. “Fine. You win. But when I get back, you and me are having a rematch. Then we’ll see who’s the best!”

Chuckling, you took his outstretched hand and nodded. “Challenge accepted.”

Though it wasn’t. You’d be gone long before he got back. This might be the last night you ever saw him, a thought that made you sad, so you put it out of your mind and focused on getting to the roof where you’d be meeting Nate.

When you were stood there, Sam dumped his pack and torch before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the shadows to hide from Nate. You shook your head at him but played along.

“Sam?” Nate called from across the roof as he headed towards the light, bending to pick it up. Suddenly Sam was moving, running up behind him to grab him and pick him up.

“You gotta learn to watch your back!” He laughed as Nate grinned and twisted out of his grip, so you took that as a sign to say you could come out too. When Nate saw you, his face lit up even more, but before he could say anything, you frowned and gently touched the bruises on his face.

“What the hell happened?” You demanded, your blood boiling at the thought of someone hurting Nate. Only made worse when he explained what had actually gone down and what Sister Catherine had said. Sam was the complete opposite, telling Nate not to worry about what people said about them. Your anger got the better of you though and you took Nate’s hand.

“You want me to kick their ass? Because I will. No one touches you and gets away with it!” You promised, but Nate just laughed and shook his head.

“They’re all away at some bible retreat. It’s just me, sister Catherine and Father Duffy now…” He explained, and you shrugged.

“I’ll fight the nun. She sounds like a bitch anyway. I bet she’s got some sick ninja moves too, and she just pretends to be a nun. That okay?” You asked, a smile creeping back into your voice despite your anger. Nate just laughed again before turning back to Sam who had been watching the conversation thoughtfully.

“I’ve got a surprise for you. Let’s get out of here!” He announced, leading the way across the roof and to the next climb. You brought up the back, just in case Nate should slip, You’d have his back.

It didn’t take long for you to reach Sam’s bike, you and Nate often having to find different routes to Sam, due to your short reach. But you made it, and there was across brief moment of joy before Nate figured something was going on and demanded Sam tell him.

You stepped away to give the two of them some privacy, crossing the road to inspect the sign above the orphanage gate. You could still hear Nathan freaking out that Sam was leaving, and hear the older brother try to calm him down before promising him another surprise in the form of their mothers lost belongings. You already knew of course, but you were still excited about finding them. It meant so much to the two of them, and you just prayed you found them that night.

A couple of seconds later and Sam was gesturing for you to come over and get on the bike. It was a tight fit, but the three of you were off, heading for the adventure that would change everything.

anonymous asked:

Suga and hobi's reaction if you were giving them the silent treatment over something they did and they keep trying to make up with you but you're mad then they accidentally hurt themselves and you get all worried and scared? ^^ love u unnieeee

Suga would try and coax you to forgive him but when he sees that you’re being stubborn by deliberately giving him the cold shoulder (silent treatment) he’d give up and give you some space. Though deep down, Suga is frustrated and all he wants is for you to stop ignoring him and for the two of you to just kiss and make up already. 

Sighing, he takes his basketball and makes his way to the court to clear his head and get his mind off of you. He was so immersed in the game that he didn’t even notice a wet spot in the middle of the court which was due to light drizzle that afternoon. He was about to do a lay up when he slipped, causing him to fall. Yoongi winced and tried to stand up, only to sit back down when he felt a slight pain on his right ankle. “Great”, he muttered angrily. 

It was early in the evening when he came back home, limping and sweaty. The moment you see his state, worry bubbled in your chest.  “Why are you limping?" 

Suga looked up at you, a little surprise to hear you addressing him. “I—” he sighed. “Minor accident. Don’t worry about it.”

He walked—limped–towards the bedroom and you watched him with a concerned gaze, wincing when you saw him having difficulty. “Yah!” You called and he tuned to look at you, “Yeah?”

"Sit down.” You pointed to the couch. “I’ll go get some ice.”

Before he could speak, you had already moved towards the kitchen. Yoongi watched you go, surprised that you would still care for him when the two of you weren’t exaclty in good terms. He was already sitting down the moment you arrive and as you tend to his sprained ankle he says, “Thank you. And.. I’m sorry.”

You smile inwardly at his apology, already forgiving him.

“You don’t have to—” he says but you shushed him as you bandaged his ankle. “I want to.” You say and Yoongi just stares at you in awe, feeling like the luckiest guy on the planet. 

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“Jagiya, talk to me.” he says as he sits on the table, hoping that you would look his way. It’s been two days since you’ve spoken to him and it was already driving him nuts. “Yah, Y/N. We won’t get anywhere if you don’t talk to me.” he reasons but you continue to ignore him as you cooked lunch for the both of you. But he knew that you were only going to take your part and eat somewhere else. 

The moment you did just that, Hobi sighed and groaned, banging his head on the table top. “This is hopeless.” he muttered as he made his way to the stove to get some soup you just cooked.

“Ah!” He yelped as he accidentally touched the handle which was searing hot. Hobi cursed, thinking why on earth the handle would be hot. How ever would anyone be able to hold this? he wondered ,pouting when he saw the red mark on his palm. 

Running footsteps suddenly sounded and soon he saw you appeared at the kitchen doorway, looking worried. “What happened?!”

Hobi stared at you and held up his palm. “I burned–” before he could finish, you had already grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the sink to place his hand under the cold running water. “We’ll need to put some toothpaste on this.” you said.


“Trust me, it works on burns.” you say as you wipe his hand gently with a cloth. “You okay?" 

"I am now.” he says and you look up at him, catching him gazing at you with a loving expression. You sighed as an understanding passed between your gazes.  "Come on.“ you said and Hobi smiled despite the pain, loving how you’re talking to him…and holding onto him. <3

Hope this was okay :) I love you too dongsaengiee~ ^.^


Sweet On My Lips -- Taehyung

Originally posted by jinkooks

A lot of people have told you that you’re a bit dense and unobservant, but you don’t really see it.  You may not pay attention to minute details as much as other people do but that doesn’t necessarily make you dense.

Does it?

“Am I dumb?”

Taehyung gives you a curious look while taking a sip of his pumpkin spice latte. The pair of you have stopped in at one of your favorite coffee shops for a warm, delicious treat before you head off to the pumpkin patch and pick out the most perfect one for you to carve together.  It’s a fall tradition that’s been celebrated ever since your senior year of high school and you’re glad that it’s still going strong four years later.

“No, you’re not.  Why do you ask?”

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