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What not to say to people with eating disorders

This post is dedicated to those of you who know someone with an eating disorder. Are you afraid of saying something wrong, and want to know what you should and should not say?

(It is very long, and for that I apologise.)

Please read the post with respect. This applies to both patients and their family/friends. Remember that no one are perfect. The person with an eating disorder is not using her/his eating disorder as an excuse to “be difficult”, it is a real and severe problem for her/him! Just as important to note is that family and friends are not mind readers, and they are not mean. Knowing that someone you love and care about have a life threatening mental illness, is a terrible situation to be put in, and most parents will do ANYTHING in their power to save their child from illness and death.

Below is a list (with explanations) about what to say, or what not say, to a person with an eating disorder:

- Do not ask yes/no-questions. If you ask a question such as: Can’t you just eat this dinner?, the answer you receive will likely be no, and the conversation abruptly stops. The answer you receive might also be yes, but be a lie.

- Do not ask leading questions. If you ask: There is no way to make you eat this dinner, is it?, the answer will likely be no. Leading questions come with a huge disadvantage: The person can feel forced to lie. Because you are giving her/him an ultimatum, but the eating disorder does not allow this ultimatum to be realized. Please note: I am not saying that family and friends should “play along” with the eating disorder. But I am saying that if you directly oppose it, there is a high risk that you could make things worse (aka make the eating disorder stronger instead of weaker).

- Ask open questions. This is the way to go. As opposed to the two prior examples, you could ask: How are you doing right now? Why do you think this dinner is difficult for you? Are you afraid of something specific? Is there anything I can do to help?
As you can see, neither of these questions are yes/no-questions or leading questions. In other words, open questions like these will make room for honest answers. The person will feel safe that you simply want to help, and that you are trying to understand.
You should also be clear that it is fine if the person cannot, or does not want to, answer the question. Be clear that you just want to show her/him that you care. You can also add that the person can come back to you whenever she/he feels like it, and answer the question later.

- Do not say “I know EXACTLY how you feel!”. Because unless you have had an eating disorder yourself, it is very unlikely that you know that. Ask open questions instead.

- Do not comment on other people’s body or weight. First of all, this is bad manners and can be very impolite. Secondly, for a person with an eating disorder, body, weight, and appearance is by far the most difficult topic for conversation. Body, weight and appearance are topics that can, and should, be limited to treatment settings. Plus; there is a major chance that the person already knows what you think of her/his body.

- Do not say “You look better!”. This is a tricky one. Hard to understand, even for people with eating disorders (believe it or not).
Imagine this: You think you are chubby, overweight, or fat. In spite of this, your family and friends (sometimes also complete strangers) tells you over and over again that you need to gain at least 15 kilos/33 lbs. When you finally do gain, everyone are running in your direction to tell you that they can see you put on weight.
I doubt that would feel nice for any person, eating disordered or not. And this is my point here. Almost all people with eating disorders see themselves as fat/chubby/too big. It is also very common that they want to become healthy, and want to fully recover, but still do not want to gain any weight. You should avoid this comment because it confirms (indirectly, and wrongly too, of course) that the persons greatest fear of all has actually come true, they have now become even fatter, chubbier, or bigger.
It is very easy to understand why family and friends want to tell their beloved one that they look healthier! It is meant as a compliment, meant to be something mutually joyful.
It took me years to be able to handle this comment. Believe me, I have tried multiple times and failed. I tried to feel happy about it, I tried to block out the voice that translated “you look better” into “you are the most obese person on earth”, I tried to control my own reaction to make people happy. It always ended with a fake smile, and a bunch of chaos. And relapse. I have had an eating disorder for years, and it took me quite some time in recovery to be able to handle the comment as well. Before this happened, I had to overcome all the hatred I harbored against my body. 

- Do not comment on other people’s eating habits or -patterns. People with eating disorders are fully aware that they have different eating habits (or –patterns) than you, whether the difference lies in amounts or food types. First of all, the comment is unnecessary. Secondly, comments like these only contribute to the person feeling guilty: (S)he does not want to bother anyone, but now receives a clear message that that’s what (s)he does. Knowing that you worry people who love you, does not make the eating disorder loosen its grip. What it usually leads to, is the person wanting to eat alone or in secret, lie about food intake, or resort to purging/laxative abuse/(excessive) exercise. The same rule applies when/if the person eats what you think of as “too much” or “unhealthy”. Don’t bring it up. Just don’t. Leave the person alone.

- Do not talk about food during meals. I am not saying you should not express your joy over fabulous, tasty sauce/gravy. What I am saying is you should avoid saying things like: “I am so stuffed!”, “You must be very hungry!”, “Aren’t you having one more portion?”, “This is healthy!”, or “Nah, this is quite unhealthy!”. If the person actually tries to finish his/her dinner plate, you are transforming the effort into a house of cards: It could collapse any second.
If you say “this is healthy”, the person might experience trouble eating tomorrow’s dinner as it is “less healthy” (because it contains more carbohydrates, for example).
If you say “this is unhealthy”, you have potentially ruined dinner with immediate effect. In many cases, the person might resort to purging, (excessive) exercise, etc. to rid him-/herself of this “unhealthy” thing. The person might also “transfer” the unhealthy-label to many other food types similar to the one you just called unhealthy.
If you say “aren’t you having one more portion?” it could make the person stop because it is made very clear that (s)he has already consume one whole portion. (While portion sizes are unlimited in recovery, because (s)he needs all the energy (s)he can get.)
If you say “I am so stuffed!”, there is a chance that the person will make sure to eat just a fraction of the amount you eat. If eating less than you is too late, the person might resort to purging, (excessive) exercise, etc. to get rid of the “unnecessary” food.

- Do not talk about dieting, diets, healthy/unhealthy food, weight loss, or exercise. This is triggering to almost everyone. If you don’t feel too thin (to be “allowed” to do any of these things), why would a person with an eating disorder feel too thin? (This is how the illness works.) If you think you should diet, why shouldn’t the person with an eating disorder diet? It is very likely that the eating disordered person feels like (s)he is at least twice your size – even if YOU are twice HER/HIS size, for that matter. Be careful!

- Do not assume you need to tell other people what they are doing. It is not your duty, it is none of your business, and you are not the first one to point out what they are doing either. Most patients, no matter what illness/condition they suffer from, receive well-meant advice every single day. Sometimes even from people they have never met before.

Another important factor regarding this topis, is (well-meant) advice.
People with eating disorders receive tons of (well-meant) advice day after day. We who have eating disorders, of course know that the advisor means well. That, however, does not necessarily mean that any of these advices actually help, and it is not necessarily a good idea to give the advice either. In fact, you should try to avoid giving advice as often as possible.
I am not saying one should never offer good advice, but there may be several reasons as to why you should not give the advice at all. I recommend you use the following questions as a guideline:

- IS this good advice?
If so, why? In what way do you feel certain that this will make a (positive!) difference?

- Do you think the person has received this advice many times before? If so, do you really find it necessary to repeat the advice for the forty-fifth time? The least you can do is ask the person if (s)he has received the advise many times before, and if (s)he has, then drop it. Completely.

- Is your advice medically safe? Guaranteed? Or is there possibly any (slightest) chance that you are wrong?
A good example here is exercise. Many patients in recovery are encouraged to start exercising. The argument is that exercise strengthens bone mass and increases muscle mass. That is true, of course, but it only applies to people without an active eating disorder! In reality, people with eating disorders should’nt exercise at all (in spite of all the wonderful health benefits), simply because exercise very often keeps the body in starvation mode (making it impossible to recover), and also because muscle- and bone mass are already broken down – if they are broken down even more (yes, this is what exercise does, it breaks down muscles), they are never given the chance to heal.

- Is there a chance that your advice has a triggering effect? If no, how confident are you? Have you had an eating disorder? Has the person told you in detail what triggers her/him? (If you feel any doubt at all, mention the topic first and ask if this could potentially trigger.) If the advice turns out to trigger despite trying the opposite, do your best to debrief the situation afterwards.

- Øygunn

Heathens | Tyler Joseph

A/N: Inspired by the music video and the Batman universe! 

Word Count: 7317 words (whoops?)

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Arkham Asylum. A place that holds the worst criminals and the most demented minds in all of America. With maximum security that even an army couldn’t bust through, and the isolation from the rest of the city, it makes it the ideal place to hold such people. It’s a dark, rainy island, not a happy soul in sight it seems. Ever since the boat ride over here, not one person has cracked a smile. I watch as the rain splatters against the windshield of the boat and the occasional crash of a wave. I smooth out my pencil skirt then adjust my blouse. I seem so out of place with my formal attire, but my profession requires it. I’m a psychiatrist, have been for about four years now, treating the criminally insane back to a healthy mindset. All of my patients have been cured and I have yet to fail once so that’s why I’m on this boat surrounded by SWAT members. I’ve been assigned to a new patient who was just admitted to Arkham a month ago. He’s gone through several different psychiatrists who gave up on him, said he was too far gone to be helped, and some grew frightened of him and eventually went mad themselves. Well I, for one, have never given up on a single soul. That’s why they call me the best. There’s so much to discover and learn about why these people do the things they do. It’s one of the reasons I chose this profession; my curiosity gets the best of me sometimes.

The boat pulls up the dock and a guard helps me out. Behind me, climbs out three others. With my briefcase in hand and my pea coat pulled tight around me, I follow them up the wooden pier and to a vehicle that’s waiting for us. My heels click against the planks. I take in my surroundings: the infirmary rests on our far right between two guard towers as well as a couple other buildings, and to our left rests the asylum itself. It’s so much larger in person than what I’ve seen in pictures. Large metal gates and multiple guards riddle the walkways above it. “Ms. (Y/L/N), a pleasure.”

“Captain,” I reply before I climb into the backseat of the Jeep. I set the briefcase on my lap then adjust the ballerina bun on my head, making sure a hair isn’t out of place. We drive up to the metal gates and are buzzed in. They open to reveal a large courtyard. The older military leader clears his throat.

“I suppose you’ve read the paperwork we’ve sent you.”

I nod. “Of course, several times actually. To the point where I have it memorized.” I smile sheepishly as he chuckles. “Patient 12188: Tyler Joseph, or also known as Blurryface among the citizens. Simply stated, he’s a sociopath who suffers from schizophrenia. He’s a highly skilled thief who robs the rich to benefit the poor, never once being caught by the authorities, until now. Due to his actions, his influence spread throughout the city and even established a following to help assist him in his assaults.”

“Very good. I knew we got the best.” He comments. “He’s so manipulative, Doctor, always saying things we want to hear. If we don’t make progress soon, I fear he may be hopeless.”

“I don’t believe that. I never give up on my patients.”

“And that’s exactly why we hired you.” We climb out of the car and head into the building. We make our way past the labs, test tubes and gurneys everywhere. “Don’t let him influence you or sweet talk you. He’s gone through too many of our best doctors.” The Captain presses a button when we step into the elevator. We ride it down deep into the cells. Manic laughter bounces off the walls. “Here’s the interrogation room where you will see him. Guards will be outside of you need anything. Good luck.” I nod as he opens the door and I step inside.

It’s bright white everywhere: the walls, the floor, even the two chairs and table. In one of them is my patient in an tan straitjacket. He’s facing away from the door, hunched over whispering something to himself. My heels echo in the room loudly. I sit in the chair across from him and pull out my manila folder full of notes, setting it next to a device on the corner of the table. A bright red button is on the center of the box. This is for if my patients grow out of control or if I feel threatened, I can press it and guards will pile in, seizing them from the room.  

“They sent another one. That’s ninth this month. When will they get the hint?” He says when he looks at me with brown eyes. A slow smile creeps across his face.

“Actually, you’ve gone through eleven.”

“Oh? More than I thought. That’s just wonderful. What’s your name, lovely?” He leans forward in his chair.

“You may refer to me as Dr. (Y/L/N), and none other.” I state sternly.

“Oh, why not? I know we’re going to get on a personal level so why not start off right? A first name basis to make ourselves more comfortable around each other.” He chuckles. “I’m sure you already know my name, right? Supposedly, I’m the talk of Gotham right now.”

“You were for awhile, yes. However, no personal matters about myself will be discussed, only yours. That’s why I am here.”

“Maybe, I don’t want your help. I’m perfectly happy here. I’ve made so.. many.. friends..” His eyes run up and down my body, then back up to my eyes.. “What’s the harm in one more? Will you be my friend, Doctor?”

“I’ll be your professional friend. That’s it.”

“What’s the matter? Friends in high and low places. Here, there, anywhere. I want to get to know you, too.” He throws me a wicked smile.

“We aren’t here to discuss me, Mr. Joseph.” I retort, remaining calm.

“But it’s not fair. You know all about me, and I know nothing of you.” He leans forward in his chair. “Can I at least know your name, please?” His voice sounds small and hopeless.

At this rate, I’m never going to make progress, so I sigh and lace my fingers together. “It’s (Y/N) and that’s-”

“A very beautiful name.” He cuts me off. This time his smile is more.. charming to say the least. “Do people have a nickname for you?”

“Uh,” I stutter as his smile softens. I avert my gaze from his chocolate eyes that all of a sudden make me nervous. “N-no, they just call me (Y/N).” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “And that’s all you get to know about me.”

He sits back in his chair carelessly, a somber looks now on his face. “Fine, you want to know about me? I’m a robber, ya know? Bang, bang, take all the money, run from the coppers.” He smiles. “It’s very fun, (Y/N) you should give it a try.”

Ignoring his comment, I scan over my notes. “You also give back to the poor, I’ve learned. Why do you do it? Do you find joy in it? Bringing the less fortunate happiness?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t know. It was just mindless fun at first, ya know? I was doing it for myself. I con the big wigs out of it or use brute force if needed. Then I would just see all these families that struggled out on the streets are barely scraping by and.. why not give back a little? The rewards are great and the friends that soon followed are even greater.” I scribble down some new information on the backside of a piece of paper as he continues. “They never knew what was coming since I was so unpredictable. Sometimes it’d be easy, like giving someone a flower.” He chuckles. “But my friends would let me know if there’s trouble in the future, so that flower may turn acidic. Who knows?” He shrugs with a grin. “I assume you know how I was captured?”

“No actually, I didn’t. Care to enlighten me?”

“Hm, so (Y/N) doesn’t know everything?” He averts his eyes to the table, then back up at me. “I was meant to team up with Joker and Harley; they wanted to rob the richest bank in Gotham, keeping every last dime for themselves, but.. that’s not the way I work, since everybody gets an equal cut. Me being me, my friends and I devised a plan to steal some money back for the ones who rightfully deserve it. It all worked out pretty well from the get go, until that bat caught wind a day after the heist. In the end though, the three of us ended up with nothing except for a long sentence here.” He lets out a small laugh. “The Joker and Harley Quinn though. Isn’t that a story?”

I lean back in my chair, arms crossed. “It’s not love, Mr. Joseph. It’s infatuation, lust, obsession, all from Harley’s end. What they have is abusive and unhealthy.”

He raises a brow. “I never said it was. However, I do think it’s interesting on how they met.” A smile plays on his lips. “Kinda like this, huh? A psychiatrist and a sociopath-”

“Stop! You’re making idiotic assumptions.” I cut him off abruptly making him laugh. “I keep things strictly professional at my sessions for one, and I do not have Harley’s mindset for two.”

“It’s only a thought, but I agreed with you. It’s toxic and I don’t appreciate the way he treats her.” His tone of voice changes when looks to the ground. “The emotional and psychical abuse is appalling. Why would you want to hurt someone who cares for you so deeply?”

“Maybe because he’s the very definition of insane?”

“I’ll admit I do have issues, but I could never resort to hurting people I care about.”

I throw him a small smile. “Well this is a good start Mr. Joseph.” Pushing my glasses up on my nose, I clear my throat then ask. “So how did you get started doing this? Did it just happen?”

“Same as every story. I needed some money, but I wasn’t stupid enough to put on a ski mask and walk in the front, guns blazing.” He chuckles. “Because I’m careful. It took me a few weeks to plan the whole thing, smoothed out every bump, but I went in that bank as calm as could be, posing as a completely different person. Then bam took someone’s entire life savings right out from under them. The money was nice so I just kept going; I was supporting my family, and those less fortunate. However, the more money that came in, the more attention I got, but the more attention I got, the more friends came knocking on my door. It didn’t happen often though since every time I’d pull a heist, I would just vanish. Those friends who did come have been observing me, learning my trick and trade. They loved it so much that they found me and wanted in.”

“You weren’t worried about undercover police?”

He scoffs and rolls his brown eyes. “Please, I have a fabulous read on people. They’re like ghosts to me, I can see right through them. So no, I wasn’t worried and no one tried any funny business either I made sure of that.” He leans back in his chair. “Of course, these heists weren’t clean all the time, people were difficult like I’ve mentioned. Things got bloody..” He grows quiet, a blank stare fixated on the table.

“Did you not want it to be that way?” He’s silent for a few moments. There seems to be a different side of Tyler that hates who he has become or at least from what I’ve concluded so far. This other person inside of him prevents his true self from showing, however it’s my job to reveal it.

“Um, n-no not at first. I didn’t want that on me, but.. sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, ya know? Now it happens so often that it doesn’t phase me anymore.” He lets out a small laugh. “Typical sociopath, huh?”

“It’s doesn’t have to be like that, Mr. Joseph. You can change and I’ll help you do so. It’s my job after all.”

“What if I don’t want to change? What if I’m perfectly content with the way I am?”

“How? I don’t understand. Don’t you want to walk down the street without people looking away in fear or without being on the run twenty-four seven? It has to be exhausting for you and your friends.”

“It’s fine, we’re fine.” The tone of his voice is flat.

“What about a family or a wife? Don’t you want those, too?” He doesn’t say anything. Maybe I’ve struck an intellectual gold mine in that mind of his. “People are afraid of you. How can you have something if everyone just runs away all the time?” No response. Time to move, I guess. I scan over the next section of my notes that I want to discuss. “What can you tell me about Joshua Dun?”

He finally speaks meeting my eyes with a cold hard gaze. “Nothing. Don’t speak of him.” The harshness in his voice sends a chill throughout my entire body.

“Isn’t he your best friend though?”

“Don’t fucking talk about him!” He screams suddenly, rising from his chair. It screeches against the concrete floor. My heart jumps out of my chest and my eyes widen in fear. “Ask me anything you fucking want, but leave him out of it!” His brown eyes are dark with anger, not large and innocent as before. The tone of his voice is hostile. Even though his arms are bound, he could still potentially injure me. From what I’ve read, he’s rather crafty so I assume he’s escaped straitjackets once or twice. My shaky hand reaches for the red button. His gaze immediately falls down to my quivering fingers and in an instant, his emotions change. “No, no, please don’t press that.” His voice is quiet as he takes a step closer. I look back up at him and his eyes are watery. A feeling of remorse washes over me, but they still hover over the button. “Please (Y/N), I don’t mean to scare you.” He glances at the door. “It’s just that… It’s a sensitive subject for me. Josh was my best friend and my right-hand man… He was taken here when I was, but they did things to him. They changed him. He’s not Josh anymore! Not the one I know!”

“Mr. Joseph-”

He collapsed to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I get up from my seat and squat down in front of him, coaxing him with gentle words. “I’m sorry I didn’t know. I promise I won’t bring him up anymore. It was just a part of my session.”

“A part of your session..” He mumbles. “Do you even care about me or is this just work for you?”

“Of course I care, that’s why I’m here.”

“No, you’re here because they want me to talk out my feelings.” He sniffles, the tears still falling. “I’m so tired of talking. Why can’t they just leave me to die in here?”

What I did next surprised even myself. I’m a stern follower of rules when it comes to my job, but I just couldn’t handle him speaking like that. I engulf him in a tight hug and noticed him flinch at my touch, but he relaxes and buried his head into my shoulder, still sniffling.

“Don’t say that. Everyone gets better, even the ones who are ready to give up. We won’t speak of Josh anymore, I promise.”

“Thank you,” He whispers. “A-and I don’t mind talking with you either. You’re.. very nice company.”

* * *

Tyler has by far been the most interesting patient I have ever treated. His view of the world is astonishing and how he came to be as well. Most of my days have been spent with him in that dull white room as we talk the day away. Each minute that goes by he opens up more, exposing what I feel is his old self. He discusses more normal topics with me and is more attentive when I speak. He even told me a tiny bit about his past, which is still a sensitive subject for him. I mentioned some things about my life, which again is another rule broken, but I can’t help but be myself around him. He’s still a patient in a straitjacket. The professional side of me screams, but that’s going to change today. Since he’s dramatically improved from my standpoint, I think he doesn’t need one anymore. I don’t feel as if he’s a threat. Anytime I’ve tried to press the button, he immediately feels remorse and apologizes profusely before sitting back down in his chair. He has a hatred for the doctors here and the guards, yet he never had the intention of hurting any of them. He just stays away. These past few weeks have been rather remarkable.

The two usual guards greet me with a nod as I approach the door. Scanning my badge of the pad beside the door, I hear the four locks click then it opens and inside I step with my briefcase and a little surprise for him. The heavy door shuts behind me as I walk over to the table, heels clicking like normal. Instead of my usual bun, my hair flows loosely down over my shoulders. Mainly, because I was running a little late this afternoon. This other doctor, Martin, who works in the ward has been trying to ask me out for a few days now. While I do admire his feeble attempts, I’m just not into dating right now. So it’s becoming sort of a bother, but nothing I can’t handle. “Hi, (Y/N). You’re a little late. Something I didn’t expect from someone so pristine as you.” He smiles warmly as I sit down, smoothing out my skirt. I set my case on the table.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s a long story. It’s nice to see you, too, Tyler.” I return his smile.

He chuckles and leans back in his chair, arms bound by the rather hideous jacket. “Trust me I have all the time to listen to your endeavors.”

“Okay, but first I have a surprise for you.”

He raises a brow as I stand up and motion him to do the same. “Turn around,” He does so hesitantly. My fingers carefully undo the four buckles in the back then turn him around as stares at me in awe. The only thing that’s holding his arms now is the front strap so I release that, too. His arms fall to his sides, the bindings graze the floor. “You’re letting me go?”

“Well, not exactly. I’m not making you wear that anymore. You’ve improved so much, it’s not necessary. And.. I trust you.”

“You don’t know how much that means to me to hear you say that.” He says, beaming. He takes throws the jacket on the floor, revealing the top half of his orange jumpsuit. “Wow, I feel so free!” He exclaims as he stretches the muscles in his arms. “Thank you!”

I giggle. “You’re welcome, but I also have one more thing for you.” I pop open my suitcase and he starts to come over but I stop him with my finger. “Hold on! Don’t ruin the surprise!” He chuckles then gasps when I reveal the all black jumpsuit. “I know awhile ago you said you didn’t love the orange so I pulled some strings and got you this.”

“I appreciate it, (Y/N).” He takes it with a grin and holds it up to himself before thanking me again. He folds it up and sets it on the table. “As much as I enjoy everything, seeing you is still the best thing so far.” I feel my cheeks heat up. Ah yes, Tyler has gotten more charming since our first meeting. I’m not going to say I don’t enjoy all the admiration because that’s a lie, but I need to refuse his compliments. Too bad that’s almost impossible. “Now the little flower is as red as a rose.”

“You certainly have a way with words.”

“It’s how I am. So what did you want to tell me?” He sits back down in the metal chair, as do I.

“Right. I was running late because there’s this other doctor who keeps asking me on dates when clearly I’m not interested. I refused his offers, but he’s so persistent.” His look is rather.. distant as soon as my explanation leaves my lips. His warm brown eyes turn cold. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a gossip especially with you, it’s very unprofessional.” I shrug it off like its nothing.

“No, it’s fine.” Tyler retorts, not moving an inch. “What’s his name?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not, (Y/N)? We’re friends, right?” He throws me a half smirk, making my heart pound in my chest. I nod. “So what it is?”

“Martin,” At the mention of his name, Tyler rolls his eyes and grimaces. Fingers balling into two tight fists.

“I hate that man. He’s always poking his tools at my friends, thinking he can fix our minds by digging into our brains. He’s the one who corrupted Josh..”

“I’m sorry. I’ve never agreed to lobotomy; I always thought it was inhumane, and to know that he was the one to do that to Josh..” I gulp, trailing off. “He hasn’t tried anything on you, has he?”

He shakes his head with that same smirk. “No, but I appreciate your concern for me.” His hand inches toward mine and slides over the top before his fingers curl around my palm. His touch is cool, feeling like a million pinpricks at first, but now is as soft as a pile of feathers. My eyes flick up to him in response to his courageous action, yet I don’t pull away. Instead, my thumb brushes over his fingertips.

“I told you I care about my patients. I don’t believe that surgery is going to fix anything except make you a vegetable. I certainly don’t want that for you.”

His other hand comes under his chin, the look of warmth returning to those chocolate eyes along with my admiration for them. “I’m glad we are on the same page.” He pauses. “Hey, could you do something else for me?” I answer with a hum, too focused on gazing upon every feature of his face. A chiseled jawline that’s covered with a dark stubble, the small curve on his chin, a small slender nose, pale pink lips that are slightly chapped, and those hypnotizing brown eyes that hold my attention every time I look at them. His voice is rather quiet. “Can we take a field trip somewhere tomorrow? I need a change of scenery.”

“I think I can arrange something.”

“Thank you, lovely.”

* * *

The trip to the whitewashed room was much lighter this time. I had no briefcase, my lab coat was left hanging on the coat rack back in my room in the ward. The only thing I have on my today is my ID badge to have access to another area on the island. It swings back and forth from its place clipped to the pocket of my blouse. I kept my promise and decided to relocate our session to a place of his choosing. Of course, this field trip is unapproved and not recommended. My temporary co-workers thought the idea was preposterous, saying that he was luring me to my misfortune. Internally, I rolled my eyes at all their comments. He wouldn’t hurt me.

I trust him.

Greeting the security, I scan my badge and push open the metal door. To my surprise, I don’t spot Tyler in his usual spot in the chair. I scan the room then call out his name, my voice growing more worried with each blank response. Just as I turn around to exit, there he stands greeting me with a loud boo, a wide smirk forming just after. I jump backward, my hand falling over my chest which earns a small chuckle from him. “Where were you?”

“I was.. hiding. Over there.” He nods towards the far corner of the room where I glazed over at least four times. How could I miss the bright orange jumpsuit? Or the strait jacket?

“Why a-and.. how? I looked everywhere for you.”

He smiles. “I don’t know, I just wanted to mix it up a little, see if I still got it after these two months without any fun.” I shake my head with slight smile then start to unbuckle the front restraint. “There are many reasons why they called me Blurryface, lovely.” He says after a minute, eyes burning into my forehead. “I was just a guy in the shadows, a blur in broad daylight.” Meeting that brown gaze, an instant flush spreads across my cheeks making him giggle. I retreat behind him and undo those bindings as well.

“I see we are using past tense? What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t know. Change, perhaps? It’s just a thought, however.. So where are you taking me, (Y/N)?”

“Well, that’s great news! I’m proud that you’re considering it. You’ve come so far. And I don’t know, I thought I’d let you choose since you’re the patient.” I say as I undo the last tie. His arms slip free, branching outward to stretch the muscles in his arms. I catch a glimpse of two thin lines circling the entirety of his wrist. I can’t recall him ever having any tattoos; it’s not mentioned in his file and none are visible from the pictures I’ve seen. I’m curious to know if any other markings ink his tanned skin?

“So I can take you anywhere I want?” He asks when he turns around to face me.

“Well not.. anywhere. I don’t know what kind of trouble you could get me into.”

He throws me a closed mouth smirk. “Are.. are you afraid of me?”

“More afraid of what you’re capable of. I know how you manipulated those other women before me to get what you want. I don’t want to be the same, Tyler. I’m here to help you, not to hurt you.”

He seems a little a taken back at my address. I’m unsure what feeling those brown eyes hold: sadness, disappointment, or utter shock. Perhaps it’s a combination of all three. “How could I hurt something that I adore so much? It doesn’t make any sense; I’m no Joker.”

“There’s a large number of psychological reasons..”

My answer makes his bottom lip quiver. “It still doesn’t change that fact that I care for you.. Nothing can.”

How can someone so damaged have a slight grip on my heart? There’s nothing I want more than to say the same. I’d never thought I would come to face the fact that I have a small crush on one of my patients. He’s just so fascinating from all the handiwork he’s done, and charming from each little sentence that falls from his lips. And better yet, he’s changing for the better, I hope. There’s a small distance between us. “Make me believe you..”

All he does is throw me a smile, then grabs my hand leading us to the heavy metal door. “Better let me go first,” My hand falls out of his warm grasp as I make the move to push open the door. He mutters something under his breath as I walk out, the two guards standing by the door are appalled and draw their weapons immediately. “Miss? What are you doing? He’s not in his restraints!”

“What’s wrong boys? Afraid I’ll rough ya up again like last time?” Tyler chuckles then I shoot him a glare, wiping the smile off his face. Clearing my throat, I address the worried men. “Gentlemen, this is all a part of my session. We have made progress where he no longer is required to have the jacket. I have everything under control, trust me.”

They look at each other with hesitation, guns still drawn. “I don’t know miss, he’s an unstable one. Causes us the most trouble here aside from the Clown Prince..”

“We will be fine. I have a radio if anything goes wrong. Just let me continue my work, please?” Once again, they share a glance then lower their weapons, nodding. I give thanks, then head towards the exit, keeping an hand wrapped around Tyler’s bicep. It feels so.. strong underneath my grasp.

“You’re a sweet talker, I like that.” He whispers, making me blush as we walk out of the guard’s sight. The screams from other patients in their cell taunt me, but Tyler smiles with delight, some even call out his name. They must be his friends. His hands fall around my shoulders when he senses how tense I’ve become. My body instinctively draws closer, the heat from his torso is oddly comforting. “Don’t worry lovely, we are almost there. I’ll keep you safe.” We weave through the hallways until we enter the large botanical garden filled with flowers of all colors and lush greens. Poison Ivy’s cell isn’t too far away, but she’s sealed off to prevent calling for her children to help her. “And here we are! Isn’t it pretty?” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, taking in all the scents and smells.

“Yes, it is. Do you come here often?”

Nodding, his hand slides off my shoulder and down my arm to my hand, lacing our fingers together we start to stroll around. “Guess you could say this is my happy place? Ya know some place for your mind to escape to?” He admires the greenery flourishing on every patch of dark soil. “And every petal here reminds me of you..” His voice grows faint and soft. His fingers pluck off a purple Dahlia with a yellow center, then offers it to me. Thanking him, I take it gently with a shy smile and lift to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent. “A flower for my flower.” He whispers.

“Yes, this is Outpost A, we have a Code Red concerning the medical ward, Code Red in the medical ward. Over.”

The intercom buzzes overhead. “Oh my,” I whisper in awe. His eyes fall the floor suddenly, almost like he’s nervous. “What’s the matter, Tyler?” I place the flower inside my pocket. He stutters to make a complete sentence and begins stepping away from me. My brows come together in confusion. “You can tell me, it’s alright.”

“Doctor Martin is down, along with several others. I repeat multiple medical staff are down! Inmates are in the loose, requesting backup!”

My eyes widen in horror and my jaw drops to the floor. He looks up with a watery gaze, outstretching his hands wanting me to stay close. “Please.. I-I didn’t do anything; you have to believe me.. don’t leave me.. everyone always leaves me. I love you, lovely, please stay!” Sirens are heard throughout the compound followed pair countless pairs of boots hitting the grass. “Say something!” Seconds later, guards pile into the garden and fly past my shoulders, grabbing Tyler by each bicep. I just watch with tears in my eyes as he calls my name, trying to break free. “No! Stop!”

It’s not long before they’ve taken him away to who knows where and I’m alone with my thoughts. So many are bouncing around in my brain, I can’t see straight. He loves me? Did he kill Martin? Who escaped? What are they going to do with him? “He really does care for you dear.” My head turns to the sultry voice of Poison Ivy. I must’ve been so out of it that I stumbled into her chamber a few feet away. She strolls up to the bulletproof glass wearing nothing but a deep red blouse held together with only one button and a leaf bikini bottom. Vines likes veins cover her entire body except for her pale green face, and her eyes are illuminating a neon green color. Hair like fire falls down past her bust.

“What..?” I sob.

“He comes here a lot when he escapes from his cell. A kind fellow indeed, much better than that clown. His intentions are good, but people see it as evil. It’s sad to confuse it. Simply he’s giving to the less fortunate. Taking from folk who don’t deserve it, although I’m sure you know that.” I nod slowly. What is she getting at? “He loves you dearly. Talks about you all the time to himself or to me. So I have to say it’s an honor to me you even I feel like I already know you.”

“Why would he do that for me? Kill..?”

“Love makes people do crazy things. You of all people should know, doctor. But who is to say it was him? Martin certainly is an evil man.. so who knows? He certainly has his enemies.”

“Did they take him somewhere different?”

“Probably the isolation chamber underground. That’s where all the severely unstable people are but aren’t we all? That’s why we are here.” And with that, she disappears back into the shadows of her cell laughing to herself, and I’m left wondering: do I actually feel the same?

* * *

The high moon leaks in from the small window of my room. My fingers peck the keys on my desktop computer as update some information on another patient of mine. My glasses rest of the tip of my nose like a librarian’s as I focus hard on the screen. The tendrils of hair on either side of my head hang loosely from my bun. They occasionally tickle my cheek so I blow them out of the way. Hitting enter one more time, I finish the inputting data and close my laptop then slide it into the case located underneath my bed. My eyes find the familiar manila folder located on the far end of the minimalist room; inside it contains information of the man who seems to be taking a hold of my heart and squeezing tightly, refusing to let go. I avert my eyes as my lips form a small line as if he’s standing in the room. He loves you dearly. Was Ivy being honest or just pushing me over the edge? Am I insane for trusting a deranged criminal? I push myself of my temporary bed and pace around the room, his voice whispers in my ear. How can I hurt someone I adore so much?

A flower for my flower. My shaky hands dives into my pocket and pulls out the perfectly preserved Dahlia. It’s almost like I feel his presence behind me. The small breeze from the open window is like his breath grazing the side of my neck. As my eyes flutter close, I see him there with his strong arms wrapped around my waist and those lips below my ear. I love you, lovely, please get me out of here. With eyes snapping open, I tuck the gift back inside my pocket and grab my badge off the desk. Clipping it on the pocket of my white button up that’s tucked into some black slacks, I head over to the door and open only to come face to face with two military personnel. “Oh gentlemen, you startled me.”

“Sorry miss, but due to the recent issue we have to keep close watch on everyone in this department.”

“I’m sorry to have heard, but if it’s not any trouble would you mind escorting me to the hospital? I seem to have left some paperwork I need for a patient I was treating there.”

He gives his colleague a look then nods his head to follow. The walk was silent and chilly, but when we reached the doors of the hospital I broke it. “Did you find out who committed the crime?”

“We think it was Blurryface’s crew, but some inmates were also Joker’s so we are unsure who executed the order.” I guide them towards the area near where they keep the vaccines.

“I’ll be just a moment.” I slip into the storage area and rummage not for paperwork, but a powerful tranquilizer used for calming out of control patients. I grabbed two vials, filling two needles to an appropriate dosage. With this amount, it should take ten seconds to take the down. I peer through the small window of the door and see that both have their back turned towards it, both sharing small talk. I’ll admit my palms feel sweaty, but I’m not killing them. I’m simply putting them to sleep for awhile. I grab a handful of papers off a filing cabinet and exit into the hallway, encouraging them to lead me back to my room. We walk back outside and head back to my room, but before the reached halfway to my building, I pulled out the needles and jabbed both into each of their necks. They yelped a tiny bit before collapsing to the ground, their guns and keys clinking during the fall. A surge of adrenaline rushed through me when I plucked the keys from the guard’s pocket and rushed towards my next destination.

The isolation cell pathway was dark, eerie, and lonely. Echoes of tormented patients fill my ear drums making my feet pick up the pace. The clicks of my heels reverberate off the concrete walls. I wish Tyler was with me; I need his comfort. At the end of the hallway is a set of stairs leading down to a lowly lit corridor, and at the end resides a giant metal door with one guard posted beside it. How am I going to get by him? I let out a nervous sigh and start down the hallway; I’ll just play it by ear. “Ma'am, are you lost? You’re not suppose to be down here.”

“What do you mean? This is where I was directed by the Captain.” I cross my arms to show assertiveness. “This is where my patient is being held now and he’s instructed that I continue my work.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“It’s only seven. You know what? Fine. If you want to interfere with the Captain’s orders, I’ll be certain to mention your name,” I lean over and squint at his name tag. “George. I’ll be on my way.” I turn on my heel and smile to myself when he calls out to me then apologizes. Upon thanking him, I watch him pull out his own set of keys to unlock the door. He closes it behind me; the heavy metal causes an echo.

My feet step inside the main chamber that’s floored with a soft material that stretches up along the walls and across the ceiling. There is only one toilet and small cot. Nothing else. Tyler sits on the cot cross legged, his back is to me. The only thing different about him is the jumpsuit. It’s not longer that fluorescent orange, but jet black. The sight warms my heart. “Tyler?” My voice sounds shaky, like I’m nervous to be around him all of a sudden. He turns his head to the sound, then stands immediately. “(Y/N)..? What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.. to make sure you’re alright. Are you?” He scoffs, ignoring the question, so I move on. “Did you.. kill him?”

He looks confused. “What?”

“Martin?” I whisper, overwhelming disappointment filling me up like a bottle. Tears are on the brim when he walks closer. “I just need to know if you did..”

“I-I didn’t do a-anything..” He replies in a small voice. “I was in my cell the whole time, thinking about today..” He averts his eyes to the ground.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Then I hear him sniffle. “I didn’t want him to bother you anymore.. so I sent in some of my friends to take care of it..” He looks up with wet cheeks. “Don’t hate me, lovely. You mean so much to me; I was only trying to protect you.”

Now I’m the one to start sobbing. After all this time I’ve spent with him, he hasn’t changed one bit. The only thing has changed are my feelings for him. My heart aches and still feels an attraction for him, another rule broken. It was all a game. They weren’t lying when they said he was unpredictable. I should’ve known better than to trust those sweet words. “Please don’t cry,” He asks, stepping even closer, bringing his already soft down to a whisper.

“I worked so hard with you, Tyler, then you go and pull something like this? I feel betrayed, like all you said was a lie just to reel me in like your old doctors.”

“I could never lie to you. You are something special, (Y/N), trust me. You’re the light in this dark deep head of mine.”

My gaze falls to the ground, muttering. “How can I believe that..?”

“I don’t know, but that flower still in your pocket says something, or those empty needles in the other. Why would you go through all the trouble just to see a messed up soul like me? A guy in the shadows?”

Looking up at him, I find a soft kindness that resides in the those chocolate eyes along with a little something different. I just can’t put my psychological finger on it. His thumb slides across my cheek, wiping away the stray tears then it stays. The touch is gentle and warm, something unexpected from him. “I meant what I said in the garden.. when I said that I loved you.“ And I love you, Tyler. My brain begs me to say, but my mouth refuses to move. “Remember when you asked me about having a normal life? Where I could walk down the street without people being afraid of me?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“And about having a beautiful wife and kids?” I nod this time. “What if I told that I wanted all that, and that your time with me wasn’t wasted? Unlike the others doctors, your approach was different. It seemed like you actually cared about what I had to say instead of just writing down stuff in your book. I want to have a normal life.. with you, lovely.”

My hand meet the back his; my eyes fluttering shut to prevent more tears from escaping. “I don’t know if we can ever have that after what you’ve done.” 

What this INFP looks for in a soulmate.

[Otherwise entitled: The Ridiculously Far-Fetched Idealism of a Silly Schoolgirl. Or so I’ve been told.]

I’m not much for reinforcing stereotypes por lo general, but I have to say, I am a pretty stereotypical INFP.

I do cry over beautiful sunsets. I do dance in the rain. I do like to read - and write - angsty poetry about love, death, and the meaning of the universe. I do tend to daydream through the banal details of life and make “dumb blonde” mistakes right and left (never quite learned which is which, by the way). I do have an unnatural love for random deep philosophizing. I do have that stupid chip on my shoulder about not letting anyone control or define me, about staying free of “The System” and being unpredictable and authentic and cool and all that.

And… yeah… I do tend to be overly idealistic when it comes to romantic partners. Oh, yes, and single. I do tend to be single. “Happily single,” I snarl, while judging the devil out of my friends’ pathetic capitulations to the world of coupling. Loneliness over life with a loser, that’s my motto. Har har.

I say all that because… why not? Also because I am going to tell you now about this idealistic INFP’s criteria for her Mr. Right - i.e., The Invisible Man. By happy accident, I’ve found some pictures of Tom Hiddleston to illustrate each of my points. That means nothing, of course. Let’s go.

1) High intelligence.

Nothing against the majority of the population. Just kidding. But no, not really kidding. I do need a guy with an above-average brain. For me, this is honestly the criterion that comes to mind first. He has to be some degree of clever, thoughtful, introspective, and articulate, or else I will spend our whole relationship secretly mocking him, which wouldn’t be very nice, I realize; but it would happen, trust me. Don’t ask me how I know this. I make fun of people in my head all the time.

In order for me to respect him, he’ll have to be brilliant - and, no, not necessarily in the bookish sense, although that’s certainly more than welcome. Calculus and Shakespeare be damned, though, I’m talking about a deeply intuitive intelligence that is equally skilled in navigating the realms of the head and the heart. Actually, it’s kind of hard for me to put into words what I’m talking about. Which is why it’s lucky that I know exactly what I’m talking about, and can often deduce whether someone has “it” by simply observing him for a few seconds. His eyes, his voice, his mannerisms, all will have a certain snappiness, humor, keen awareness. You know. I don’t know. Whatever.

I guess it’s just one of those “it” factors that you’re pretty much either born with or not. And I need me a man who has it, thanks. There’s a lot going on inside my head, and I want to spend my life with somebody who’s onto me.

2) Emotional stability.

Emotional sensitivity, yes; but emotional turbulence, no. Honestly, this is probably the trickiest of my criteria. As a deeply emotional person, I very much value finding someone who understands the nuances of human feeling, but at the same time I emphatically do not want to end up living with a person whose life is an emotional roller coaster. That’s my bit. I need someone who gets that about me, and who can absorb my ups and downs with warmth, patience and steadiness.

Like I said, this is a tricky quality to find. I some times fear that my desire for emotional stability will land me with a robot who has no sense of empathy for my inner storms; or, perhaps worse, my desire for an emotionally conscious person will doom me to life with a tortured soul, prone to black temper tantrums and spells of sobbing on the bathroom floor. Please, God, no. There must be a happy medium, and I must have it. Thank you, God.

3) Humor and humility.

I place humor and humility together because alliteration rocks, and also because there is something immensely attractive about these two qualities working in tandem. Or I could put it this way. If you can’t laugh at yourself, I can’t like you. In fact, I might even throw up on you. That simple, folks.

Seriously, there is something subliminally gut-wrenching to me about certain people I’ve met in life who had no sense of humor. It’s a trait that hangs thick in the air around a person like bad cologne. And a sad number of male human beings are like this, I find. I was once told that this is due to something called male ego, and I should do my best to humor it. Well, sorry. ‘Fraid no can do, cracker jack. Plus, men, this quality is unmanly. I can practically feel your ego trembling, waiting to explode at the slightest provocation, and this is supposed to be macho? Really, prima donna?

So yes, humility is attractive. True humility is not for wimps. It takes some honest-to-God confidence. If a guy has that plus an active wit, and a love of silliness and belly laughs, well, I’m in, boys, I’m in.

4) A laid-back, laissez-faire approach.

Translation: don’t try to control me. Thank you very much, my friend. Don’t hem me in. Don’t try to make me be someone I’m not. I warn you, it will not work. Don’t get in my face. Give me some space. Appreciate my eccentricities. Within reason, of course. If you see me lighting my hair on fire, stop me. But don’t try to make me into your conception of a good woman, and I’ll let you be your own man. Square deal?

I want a guy who takes pleasure in the simple act of sitting back and appreciating another person. I want you to be fascinated by my heart, my mind, and my soul, because I guarantee you, if I have a thing for you, it will be one hundred percent mutual. I never have gotten superficial crushes on people. It’s always so much more than that. I fall in love with the complete human being. Which, I might add, does include the physical side. Not-so-subtle segue to my last point…!

5) Physical attractiveness.

Here is what I do not mean by that.

I do not mean a guy has to be ripped to get my attention. For me, that does not make or break a man’s appeal. Now, I will admit that muscular definition and strength can definitely enhance appeal, but in my universe, physical attractiveness doesn’t start there. It starts in the face… and specifically, the eyes.

If you have good eyes, I will give you a second look. That is because the eye says so much about the soul. Obviously, then, the eyes I find most satisfying will express all the traits I’ve been talking about in this list. They will express intelligence, both intellectual and emotional, as well as steadiness and kindness, humility and humor, a certain ease and gentleness, openness and interest. Expressive, intelligent eyes are some of my favorite things in the world.

Good hair is also something I enjoy. Extra points if it’s grown out enough to get messy or wavy. But yeah, beyond that, the usual things. I don’t have specific hair colors, eye colors, heights, or skin tones that I like or dislike. Basically, if you’re some level of fit and have a face with slightly above-average expressive power, then let’s get married. Oh, and don’t forget all the other criteria. Yes.

Be honest, now. Is that really too much to ask? Am I a hopeless case of starry-eyed INFP idealism gone mad? I can’t say. Part of me wants to point out that this list has only five main points, all of which are pretty general, considering. I’ve known some people who say they would never date a person who didn’t like such and such a TV show, or someone who was not from a certain very important ethnic background, or a guy who was below a particular minimum height requirement. I make no such nitpicky stipulations, but then again, I am hard to please. There are certain “it” factors that I will absolutely not do without. And because of that, I tend to be single. Which is cool. I’m extremely introverted. Being alone works well for me.

And so, my pals and chums, I have no plans to give up my happy lone wolf existence until I find a guy who meets this basic list of ideals. When I do meet such a person, I’ll probably know it in like three seconds, but then I’ll spend a small eternity watching the suspect from afar, doing research, taking notes. Hopefully he likes me back. Hopefully he’s braver than I am, too, and not afraid to step out into the dangerous terrain of pursuit… else I may die alone in a house on a hill with ivy growing over the windows and wind howling through the walls. Which sounds fantastic.

Headcanon: If the SLBP guys accidentally time travelled to the future (part 2)

A.N: Thanks for the long wait :3 This is part 2 ^^ and I am terribly sorry if I wrote ooc because well… I don’t really write some certain characters tbh… well I’ll just tag @jemchew, @honeybeelily and @rainbowatnight then 😂😂😂 Part 1 is here by the way



• one word to describe you both during these seemingly exciting and new-ish days.

• It begins with a “Awk” and ends with a “ward”

• you can’t help it

• Ever since he fell from the sky on your porch, scaring the living hell off you with his dangerously alerted gaze with a real katana in a sheath worn to his waist

• ever since he got to his senses and realised what really happened; which includes him pointing the katana sharp point at your face and assuming you as a… you forgot what was the certain word but nah that’s not the point

• he is chill

• you can not start a conversation with him because

• he just nods his head whenever you made a remark, or would just simply give you a one worded answer to brush it off

• what the heck boi give some expression than that poker face of yours

• You thought to yourself, flashbacking each and every miserable attempts to let him unclam himself

• this is going to be tough

• “Well it won’t stop me from being me!” You declared loudly, and violently started to bash your half washed clothes onto the washboard.

• while singing “Poker face” along with your washing

• *cue horrible ear pitching voice*

• You are quite into it actually

• till you heard a awkward sound of someone saying

• “…You… don’t have to wash that for me.”

• You stopped abruptly as if you are the one being caught manhandling a cookie jar

• or in this case, clothe-handling

• you turned your head in slow motion

• to see a blushing Masamune

• *internal girlish screams projected*


• “Uh, its okay there’s no need to worry! Its not like my first time washing men’s clothes so… just leave it to me!” you exclaimed to him, smiling, while holding up his… loinscloth, or technically called a “dong”

• “!!!!!” Masamune stared at you, shocked

• “N-no I think I’ll wash it myself… thank you!” He reached forward to grapple on the piece of cloth with reddened cheeks, but you swatted his hand away

• “Not a chance bro I am in the mood for washy whishy you are not stopping me for cleaning your loins!” You exclaimed and bent backwards to dodge his attempts

• “I am serious..!” he seized your blouse with a free hand and reached forward to reclaim the offending garment off your claws

• but he underestimated the force of gravity as well as momentum

• “A-ahhh!!!!”

• You gave a almighty scream as he tumbled down on you and you crashed onto your basin of clothes, soap, bubbles and all.

• You both are sopping wet to the toes

• him frozen gazed at you

• you wide stared at him

• A second dropped

• You laughed heartily and he looked at you in shock

• then he started to laugh alongside you, even though a faint one

• Well

• what beats snatching a boi’s undies and

• hurling a guy into bubble water

• to break the ice?

lol I am just kidding

do not try this at home kids


• “Kojuro?”

• He glanced back at you

• “Is there anything I can do for you Miss-”

• You interrupted him

• “Don’t call me Miss… It feels too stiff and it sort of makes me feel too formal. Just call me by my name, and-“ You took your keys off the kitchen table “I think you need some certain things for your own personal uses so I am bringing you out to buy them so you won’t have to share with me.”

• He looked at you, a little baffled “I don’t think it is appropriate to use your hard earned money for my own needs… Miss-”

• You hushed him with a firm slap on the back

• “No calling me ‘Miss’, thank you very much, and I don’t really care.”

• He merely smiled before apologising discreetly, and followed you out the door.

• *a moment later*

• “Okay we had this…. and some clothes and….”

• You rummaged through the stuff you and Kojuro had just bought, him looking at you like a 5-year old

• “I think that’s all! We can go bac- wait…” Your eyes happened to glance onto a book that you are recently interested in on the display section of the bookstore

• “Is something the matter…” Kojuro looked at you, following your gaze to the bookstore “Oh”

• “Yeah.”

• “Do you.. want to go in?”

• You nodded, and walked into the store with him.

• “You can look around if you want to, I’ll be nearby… do tell me if you want to leave.” You told him and he smiled

• and so you went to have a look at your favourite book

• *some time later*

• Ah

• you had quite a good time

• That book was really something

• and you decided to buy it

• You can feel your heart swell in happiness oh yes… You are so lucky you came here in time for the newsellers…

• Eh but wait

• there’s a nagging feeling in your noggin like you had forgotten something

• why did you came here actually?


• you berated yourself for forgetting and started to search high and low for him

• Eventually you found him, or his tuff of hair just behind a bookshelf

• “Kojuro, we can go back now I’m done-”

• You turned to the corner where he sat, and

• Um…

• Kojuro?

• You looked at him; all surrounded by historical books.

• “Kojuro.” You touched his shoulder and he flinched, looking up at you.

• “Oh dear… is it that time already?”

• “Yes.” You nodded “I am going to buy a book I guess… do you found something you want to buy?”

• His eyes shone “…can I buy.. these?”

• you deadpanned

• “All of these..?!” You pointed at the thick books which are all neatly stacked on the floor, some suspiciously had the same titles engraved on the sides.

• “…is it a bit too much?” He asked, looking at you pleading puppy eyed mode on and you mentally facepalmed

• this is so not fair

• “….fine”

• Kojuro brightened up immediately, but that didn’t lasted long

• “But you can not buy two books with the same title Kojuro its the damn same content I don’t care what you are going to say, choose one you want or just leave them all.”

• You said finally, and left dumbfounded Kojuro to his own devices (pity him)


• It all begun with a flyer

• “We really can’t go?” you turned to face Hideyoshi who was putting on a face

• “Hideyoshi… we can’t just go to a circus like that…. We don’t even have tickets.” You look back at him, sighing

• “Well we can buy them, right?”

• “In fact, no.” You heaved a deep breath, preparing to go over this conversation to Hideyoshi again “The tickets were long since sold out for like two weeks ago. There’s no way we are going to buy one, not to mention two.”

• “Oh… its okay”

• He smiled, but there was a odd tone in that cheerfulness.

• you felt guilty seeing him like that, like something bitting inside you

• its then you decided

• you are going to make amends

• “…If we can’t go to the circus…then.” Your eyes brightened “How about we go for a walk?”

• * after 10 minutes*

• “Ahaha…” A shrill voice of laughter was pierced into the air – yours

• “Funny right? And Lord Nobunaga was like ‘WHAT ARE ALL OF YOU DOING YOU FOOLS!!’ Honestly I was speechless-” Hideyoshi paused, and imitated a face-

• “Pss-taahahahahaha! What even is that" You doubled over in fits of giggles

• yes, you and Hideyoshi are walking along the streets, telling each other jokes to pass the time and lift the downcast spirits away

• you thought maybe it won’t really cheer him asap

• But gigantic contrast to your imaginations here; Hideyoshi is being himself again *cheers*

• Hurray for making amends

• You are mentally congratulating yourself until suddenly Hideyoshi stopped walking

• “Huh? What’s wrong…Hideyoshi?” you looked at him

“Can we change courses to that place?” you followed his gaze to see

• a pet shop

• cool is he into animals?

• “Alright” You said, and nodded him into the store

• First thing you saw is

• “Meow~”

• “AWWWWWWWW THIS IS SO CUTEEEEE” You held up the kitty and nuzzled its nose

• the kitty gave you a affectionate nudge on the cheek and you fangirl screamed “AWWWWWWWWWIEEEEEEEEE” much to Hideyoshi’s surprise

• “You like cats?”

• “Sureeee i do~~~~ and cats love me~!!” You hugged it closer to you and sighed contentedly

• but what you didn’t expect is-

• “Meowwww~♡"

• the kitty fumbled out of your arms, leaped on the floor elegantly and catwalked to Hideyoshi’s side

• “What’s up little one..?” He smiled “You don’t want that cute lady over there?” He kneeled down and stroked its back lovingly

• the cat gave a soft purr and rubbed its head on Hideyoshi’s ankle

• “Oh aren’t you a adorable one… what’s wrong-?” He paused, sensing a murderous aura wafting in the air and looked at you, who is looking back at him

• “You-“ you paused, searching for a suitable word to describe him, which came almost instantiously

• “cat affection thief.”

Inuchiyo/Toshiie (WHATEVER, you choose your way of calling him)

• “Down on with the drinks!”

• You screamed, holding some big bottles of sweet, cold alcohol fresh from the fridge

• He looked at you like you were crazy

• “Woman how are you going to drink… all of these?!” He pointed at the big bazookas just in front of you “These look like they’ll knock you dead with just a sip”

• you deadpanned

• “Are you saying that I can’t hold my liquor well mister snobby face?” you levelled a glare on him

• “Who are you calling snobby lady..! You definitely can’t hold your liquor well, look at you!” He pointed at you “You tell me, how can a fragile body like yours hold this much?”

• you stared at him

• “Are you underestimating me?”

• “Well yes, so?” He met your gaze with a fiery one.

• “Tsk tsk… men these days… no wait, men those days… they really think we women are useless huh?” You sighed, closing your eyss and opening them with fire in your orbs

• “I dare you to beat me at drinking then!” you exclaimed

• he looked at you sharp in the eye

• “Hell no I am obliging to this”


• “I can’t just challenge a girl like this, no way.”

• You raised a eyebrow. “Just admit it, you don’t have the guts to call on a duel because you’re afraid of losing.“

• oops

• seems like you struck a nerve

• “Like hell I would!!!! Who’s even afraid of you!!!” he yelled and grabbed a bottle off the table, uncorking it

• “That’s the spirit!” You too uncorked a bottle of Germany liquor. “The last one standing, wins!”

• “Its gotta be me of course!!!” He started to gulp down the liquor and you sipped on it slowly; then increasing your speed

• The first bottle was quite smooth, what with enthusiasm doing the job for the both of you

• when it comes to the third bottle, though, you and Inuchiyo are starting to pant

• “I.. must s-say..-y-you… can… hold… your liquor quite well… for a womaann….” He sloshed yet another mouthful of alcohol and you giggled

• “I…mush sayyyy the sa…meee to youu tooo…” You poured the liquor down through your throat, feeling the spicy liquid flowing down your already numb throat. “yoooour not halff badd… butt defini-ently not betterrrrr than mehhhh”

• You choked, and coughed slightly before getting another sip.

• “Ohhh yeaaaah? Let’s see after thiisss…. merrghhh-”

• “I woooonnnnn???? AAha ahaahahaha….”

• You slopped over the table

• and passed out dead to the world

sorry not sorry MC and Inu

• the next day

• you both woke up to find yourself sleeping on Inuchiyo in a … interesting position…. well…

• now you are suspicious if you’d played strip poker with him last night

• But now…

• this doesn’t seemed to be the case because-

• “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

• just like that.


A.N: yes I meant it, sorry not sorry :3

Thanks for reading!

Link to my fanfiction masterpost

Beautiful - Heathers Genderbend au lyrics

So to answer some questions. Yes I will be posting genderbent versions of the lyrics. Yes you can suggest lines for lyrics I haven’t posted yet. No you can’t ask me to change lyrics I’ve already posted. However if you spot a typo you can tell me about it.

Anyway here’s Beautiful.

Keep reading

grace and frankie sentence starters.

has this been done yet.  some nsfw / triggering / gross! feel free to change names + pronouns etc!

  • ‘you’re next, abandoned husband.’
  • ‘i had to run around to get fully wet.’
  • ‘i know what might cheer you up – some gossip.’
  • ‘i hate gossip. gossip is for the primitive.’
  • ‘hey, i’m pretty gay.’
  • ‘and frankly, i would say i’m gayer than you.’
  • ‘are you a fan of whimsy? answer carefully.’
  • ‘i’m cooking.’
  • ‘that’s not gay. that’s hideous.’
  • ‘i gained another pound today, but i think it’s a pound of knowledge.’
  • ‘___, what are my eyes saying?’
  • ‘there are people in my house. can you believe it? people!’
  • ‘my anxiety doesn’t give a flying fuck!’
  • ‘how are you gayer than i am?’
  • ‘i’m an amateur sleuth with limited self-control and a computer.’
  • ‘why are you defiling my watermelon?’
  • ‘because they don’t sell them like this.’
  • ‘i need to talk to you guys. it’s about – feelings.’
  • ‘i’ve learnt to live with a very flexible definition of okay.’
  • ‘no, YOU take it down a notch. you’re not the boss of my notches.’
  • ‘am i the only one that needs a hug?’
  • ‘what’s your agenda, lady?’
  • ‘why are you suddenly interested in drag queen bingo?’
  • ‘if you were as gay as i am, you’d know that.’
  • ‘why don’t you take those damn high heels off?’
  • ‘wedding cancelled. send gifts. fuck you! happy now?’
  • ‘if anybody’s gonna sit on ____’s face, it’s gonna be me!’
  • ‘‘my brain sends a message to my mouth and it comes out. neurology.’
  • ‘you almost hit a man in our foyer.’
  • ‘you are so hot right now.’
  • ‘it could be cheese! it could be cheese!’
  • ‘are you suing him for his love?’
  • ‘i lost both my virginities in this house. it’s my house.’
  • ‘it’s just like a mechanical bull. but, you know, a dick.’
  • ‘oh, you have such soft breasts!’
  • ‘yes, vibrators! brilliant!’
  • ‘i am young! my joints are supple!’
  • ‘i don’t even know what i want anymore.’
  • ‘i yelled at a golden retriever yesterday and i’m still a little torn up about it.’
  • ‘mic drop. let’s go.’

Neha: Is their any reason why our kid isn’t talking to you right now?

Jules: I barred her from leaving the house for one week as she attempted to exploit an adult human male for money. 

Neha: Really? Wow, impressive… but bad… very.. bad. 

Jules: Yes. I am proud she is showing promise to become one of the future dark lords but we also should also encourage her to maintain a good standing in society. 

Neha: Yeah… speaking of good standing, do you wish to get high off this thing?

Jules: Of course! I am not certain of the legality of this action but following this, shall we woohoo in the bushes?

SCM Chatroom - Numero Treize

Is it 13? I actually forgot tbh. 

I also forgot that I the numbers were in french so hey, at least my french class payed off.

Spolier, I actually can’t count above 20 in french.

Anyway, I’m tagging my angels, and yes, I do remember…ish:

@tsukkiyume @jenny-scmfangirl @sherlynteoh @curemoonlight-xxleletsubasaxx @samanthamunroe29 @snowyfox999 @heynowimgoodatthis @am-i-invisible777 and @sweet-n-smexy 

Let me know if you wanna be tagged for the next block of chaos!!

Now let’s hop right in!

P.S: The chatroom that they’re using is the facebook messenger. That’s why they can change eachother’s names and such.


Altair has entered the chatroom

Tauxolouve has entered the chatroom

Altair: Lou, do you know where Ikky went? 

Tauxolouve: No, why do you ask?

Aigonorus has entered the chatroom

Altair: His highness requested to talk to him in about an hour.

Tauxolouve: Oh, no wonder why he ran off.

Altair: This isn’t funny! I could get in trouble with Scorpio!

Tauxolouve: But why..? You’re our messenger, not Ichthys’ babysitter

Dui has entered the chatroom

Partheno has entered the chatroom

Partheno: Uh no, Altair was told by Scorpio to look after him today.

Tauxolouve: Why can’t he look after him himself?! There’s like 5 more of you in the department, can’t you look after one god?

Dui: It’s okay, Altair. Scorpio isn’t that scary. He’s really nice!

Ichthys has entered the chatroom

Scorpio has entered the chatroom

Scorpio: Which one of you asswipes dyed my hair purple?!

Dui: Very…very nice…

Ichthys: Hey, look on the bright side, purple hair suits you!

Scorpio: Of course it’s you!! And hell no! My hair is black for a reason! You put some weird ass barrier onto this dye. I can’t even get it off!!

Partheno: Bwahhhaa!! Ichthys I applaud you! I’m taking a picture of this!!

Scorpio: (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

Partheno: Now scorpy, I’ve told you many times, if you’re going to use emoticons, at least use the cute ones.

Scorpio: (╬ಠ益ಠ) (╬⓪益⓪) ( ╬◣ 益◢) (☄ฺ◣д◢)☄ฺ (メ゚皿゚)

Partheno: You’re just trying to annoy me now, huh? Well guess what? Fuck you too!


Aigonorus: (◐ω◑ ) He looks so cute

Partheno: I’d agree if you didn’t use the ichthys emoji


Partheno: It looks like your face.

Ichthys: You all know that I’m more fab than that.

Tauxolouve: Are you?


Dui: I have no answer.

Altair: I don’t appreciate you! You ran off when i told you that his highness was looking for you!!

Aignorus: Welp, you know it’s real because Altair’s triggered.


Altair: Hmph.


Altair: Your work.

Ichthys: Nevermind

Teorus has entered the chatroom

Karno has entered the chatroom

Leon has entered the chatroom


Leon: Please never use that greeting ever again


Leon: Wooo!! Look at my vice minister go!!!

Tauxolouve: Someone’s biased.

Huedhaut has entered the chatroom

Huedhaut: Dui has been in this room.

Karno: hasn’t everybody?

Scorpio: Wait, where the hell even are you??

Huedhaut: My room

Partheno: And you know because…how?

Huedhaut: It smells like cherries and disappointment.


Huedhaut: I asked you to return my charger like a month ago and you told me you broke it. Then I find that it’s in your room working perfectly fine!


Huedhaut: It won’t be soon. YOU’RE GONNA DO IT AGAIN!

Dui: Honestly I would though

Huedhaut: Why do I even

Dui: No one knows

Scorpio: i just wanna put out here that gay relationships are a thing.

Tauxolouve: Are you in one?

Scorpio: No

Aigonorus: Then it’s not important.

Scorpio: I’m as straight as a tree.


Scorpio: Are you for real?

Teorus: Seems right.

Scorpio: Point is, I’m straight.

Huedhaut: That’s what they all say.

Scorpio: Wanna fight?

Huedhaut: I’m not supposed to hit children.

Dui: Need some ice for that burn?

Krioff has entered the chatroom

Zyglavis has entered the chatroom

Zyglavis: Have I ever told you all how Ichthys tried to hit on me.

Altair: That’s…Why…?


Zyglavis: No, I mean like the flirt hit.

Partheno: …Why..?

Zyglavis: Well, he just walked up to me and asked me if I came here often.

Zyglavis: I was in my room

Karno: Well, you tried. Gold sticker for trying, Ichthys


Aigonorus: Patty, that’s grey.



Vega has entered the chatroom

Krioff: stfu

Zyglavis: I sense a love-hate relationship forming

Scorpio: How much fucking fanfiction are you reading

Zyglavis: Honestly, way too much.

Huedhaut: Fanfiction has changed Zyglavis

Zyglavis: Not

Ichthys: anime changes people, not fanfiction

Aigonorus: Go back to your one piece hole and leave us alone


Teorus: I like the romantic comedy animes

Tauxolouve: This just in, Teorus likes chickflicks

Huedhaut: Millions of people left unsurprised 

Aigonorus: Why fall in love when you can fall asleep?

Leon: You’d be a great candidate for an anime

Karno: I’d watch it

Dui: Let’s watch it together!!

Karno: **pouts**

Dui: I’ll make popcorn

Karno: SOLD!

Leon: What about me wtf

Karno: Maybe

Leon: you know you love me

Karno: I’d sell your soul for a bucket of KFC, don’t test me.

Leon: You deserve a reward for putting up with me

Karno: You are my reward

Karno: wait is this just for the popcorn?

Leon: Yes

Karno: Same.

Partheno: “You deserve a reward for putting up with me”

Dui: Hell yeah I do. Sometimes you’re a real piece of shit.

Huedhaut: **too busy laughing**

Partheno: For the record, I rode a train with you.

Dui: True. You’re forgiven.

Krioff: ebry1 os hay

Teorus: I love being hay

Ichthys: #HayPride

Altair: I didn’t say that Aigo just got memed but..

Vega: Aigo got memed

Altair: You just read my mind

Vega: Cool, huh?

Zyglavis: Why is everyone so gay today

Ichthys: Because it’s fun and we were late on Pride Month

Karno: Pride month is every month

Scorpio: Just to let everyone know that I hate Leon

Leon: I wouldn’t even date you if you were the last person in the universe

Scorpio: If I were the last person in the universe, you wouldn’t exist.

Leon: shit you’re right

Huedhaut: A world without Leon. How interesting.

Leon: Get your shit over with.

Huedhaut: I can’t get over anything. I’m a salty man.

Aigonorus: The truth in that sentence.

Partheno: Hey Teo, guess what

Teorus: what?

Partheno: I’m bi

Teorus: …..But I thought you Japanese..?

Dui: I seriously didn’t ask to be put in a department with you idiots.

Zyglavis: Is this our friendship? 12 gods in the office who all hate eachother?

Scorpio: Who let Zyglavis touch the fuckin anime

Ichthys: I’m outta here

Leon: Who even knows what department they’re working in?

Huedhaut: i work in a slavery department

Leon: How? I let you have breaks.

Huedhaut: I get to see your face literally every day. Give me a break. It’s causing me seizures. I need eye surgery and 5 years of therapy.

Leon: And you think I’m happy to see your face everyday? I’d tolerate it but you have to open your big ass mouth.

Huedhaut: I want a raise.

Leon: And you know what I say to that?: 凸ಠ益ಠ)凸

Huedhaut: Oh, you finally found an emoji that matches your face


Partheno: I’m getting hives

Scorpio: Good. Now you’ll finally shut up about your face

Partheno: I’m officially mortified

Tauxolouve: What took so long?


Partheno: i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual.

Tauxolouve: This whole chat is just going to be Partheno flaunting his bisexuality. I did not ask for this

Leon: no one did

Aigonorus: I already knew he was gay

Krioff: mo1 tiuch partheno

Scorpio: Don’t even get close to Partheno. He might fall for you

Partheno: Oh, not any of you. I have standards, bitch.

Teorus: Thank goodness it’s not any of us.

Partheno: Excuse you

Aigonorus: I couldn’t live knowing that I’d have to wake up to that face every single day.

Partheno: Your drool stained face isn’t any better

Aigonorus: I bet your so called ‘beauty mark’ isn’t even real. You just made it with 2008 eyeliner.

Partheno: Now you’re questioning the realness of my face?! It’s 120% natural! no plastic surgery, no makeup.

Zyglavis: Wait what? I thought your face was a result of a failed plastic surgery.

Partheno: you know what? you were a mISTAKE! 

Zyglavis: HOW DARE YOU


Tauxolouve: I can SEE the lies!

Dui: You must be high if you can see lies

Tauxolouve: I’m looking at you right now!

Dui: Guys who’s gonna miss Tauxolouve?

Aigonorus: Not me

Leon: You can have him

Huedhaut: You have full permission to strangle him.

Dui: Don’t worry, I will

Tauxolouve: I always knew that you guys were using me just to do your work


Teorus: We’ll find another sagitarian god.

Tauxolouve: I’m more useful than this COW

Teorus: Hey Dui you have room for one more?

Dui: Go ahead.

Teorus: You’re getting your ass kicked into outerspace, Lou

Tauxolouve: Bet you can’t kick it right

Teorus: I will actually kill you

Ichthys: Can you go to jail for murder of a god?

Karno: Jail really isn’t fun.

Leon: you’ve been?

Karno: Once, in monopoly.

Huedhaut: You’re arrested

Karno: On what grounds?

Leon: For being cute?

Huedhaut: no, you’re arrested for looking like an ass with two eyes.

Huedhaut: Karno’s arrested because he can’t keep Leon on a leash

Karno: no one appreciates my work here I swear! I try very hard!

Karno: Why don’t I even get a promotion for the shit i have to put up with??!

Leon: you know why? Because once I asked for a glass of water when you were mad at me, then you came back with a cup of ice and said ‘wait’

Karno: Oh my gosh, no wonder I never get promoted.

Leon: All the rest of you lots are staying as peasants because you keep calling me ugly.

Huedhaut: If you ever think you’re unattractive, just look in the mirror. Now you know you’re unattractive.

Leon: Bitch I look fucking amazing. Like people are turning heads because of how much I shine

Scorpio: No, people are staring at you because they’re questioning how someone could look so ugly and still have so much pride.

Zyglavis: Well, I mean, that means that we shine more

Partheno: what does that even mean

Zyglavis: Without ugly in this world, there would be nothing beautiful

Aigonorus: Thank you for your sacrifice.

Zyglavis: You’re about to go to hell

Aigonorus: I’m literally sitting right next to you. I’m already in hell.

Teorus: It’s 3 AM oh my gosh.

Teorus: I can’t sleep

Aigonorus: Well I can. Good fucking night. I hope you get possessed by a demon.

Aigonorus has left the chatroom.


Dui: Well, we’re just treating you like how you treat us

Partheno: Who the fuck ordered pizza at 3AM

Ichthys: I’m trying to end world hunger.

Partheno: I’m the only one in the living room.

Ichthys: You are my world

Teorus: **judging hard**

Ichthys: Wait are you crying??


Scorpio: But seriously, you can order pizza at this time of night?

Huedhaut: It’s morning

Scorpio: Shut your trap.

Zyglavis: I’m addicted to anime. Screw my job. Ichthys come over here and watch Fairytail with me.

Ichthys: :D I told you anime changes people

Ichthys has left the chatroom

Zyglavis has left the chatroom

Scorpio: That fucker was right oh my gosh.

Karno: Tauxolouve got knocked out lmao. 

Leon: I have his phone

Leon: Just gonna change all his contacts to shrek and change his wallpaper to a bunch of dick pics

Leon: Oh there’s a small one. Perfect. It looks just like his

Dui: Wait, change his password too

Leon: OH, that too

Tauxolouve has left the chatroom

Leon: Quick give me a good place to hide it

Dui: Throw it in the freezer

Scorpio: Oh my gosh.

Krioff has left the chatroom

Vega: **sighs** I guess I’ll be taking care of Lou

Vega has left the chatroom

Altair: Bye!!

Altair has left the chatroom

Karno: Wait are you actually putting it in the freezer?!

Leon: Teorus go do something useful for once and find me a tray!

Teorus: Fine

Huedhaut: We’re freezing his phone with really strong whiskey

Karno: Does that kill the phone?

Huedhaut: Maybe

Scorpio: Who cares

Karno: I can’t believe you guys

Dui: Sh, it’s gonna be funny

Partheno: Wait, put salt in it so it’s colder

Teorus: Does dry ice work

Huedhaut: Let’s throw a few in just for good measure

Dui: We chucked that shit in the fridge. Quick run and clean up all of the evidence.

Partheno: You all sound like you just committed murder.

Huedhaut: Technically we kinda did

Scorpio: We murdered a phone

Teorus: No regrets

Scorpio: No fucks given.

Karno: Yeah I’m not being responsible for this.

Karno has left the chatroom

Teorus: I’m not taking the blame either

Teorus has left the chatroom

Scorpio: Who’s staying awake?

Partheno: Ha, no.

Partheno has left the chatroom

Huedhaut: I don’t really think you’re entertaining at all, so I’m going to go read a book

Huedhaut has left the chatroom

Dui: I’m gonna go steal a book and vandalise it.

Dui has left the chatroom

Teorus: I bet he’s reading 50 shades of grey

Teorus has left the chatroom

Scorpio: Hell no, i’m not stay with you.

Scorpio has left the chatroom

Leon: Fuck you too

Leon has left the chatroom


Honestly I have no clue wtf happened but I hope you liked it <3

I work really hard to post shit like this.

And I think you’ve seen the mix of hate and gay in this.

Need I say more?

Feed back is welcome and any more suggestions!

~ Teresa

“Wonderful”  from Screamers (BBS Heathers AU version of “Beautiful”)

(There a lot of cameos in this one by YouTubers not from the BBS gang and a couple who aren’t YouTubers at all [ie. Kelly and Amy] if any of you are confused, just ask me, I’ll let you know who’s who.)


“September 1st, 1989… 

Dear Diary, I like to believe that I’m a good person. That I see the good in everyone. But here we are, first day of senior year! and I look around at these people I’ve known all my life, and I ask myself…what fucking happened?“ 

Various YTbers and other people: 

Freak! (Ethan) 

Slut! (Amy) 

Sellout! (Pewds)

Bug eyes! (iDubbz) 

Poser! (Will {DAGames}) 

Lardass! (Panda) 


We were so tiny, 

happy and shiny, 

playing tag and getting chased. 

Various YTbers and others: 

Freak! (Jack) 

Slut! (Wiishu) 

Loser! (Wade) 

Shortbus! (Daithi) 


Singing and clapping, 

laughing and napping, 

baking cookies, eating paste. 

Various and others: 

Bull-dyke! (Minx) 

Stuck-up! (JennaMarbles) 

Hunchback! (Ian and Anthony) 


Then we got bigger. 

That was the trigger, 

Like the Huns invading Rome- 

runs into someone Sorry! 

Welcome to my school, 

This ain’t no high school: 

This is the Thunderdome. 

Hold your breath and count the days, we’re graduating soon. 

Various and others: 

White trash!


College will be paradise If I’m not killed by June! 

But I know, I know, life can be wonderful. 

I pray, I pray for a better way. 

If we changed back then, we could change again. 

We could be wonderful… 

(Mark knocks Lui to the floor.)




Just not today. 

Hey, are you okay? 


Get away, nerd. 

Various and others: 




Hetro! (Aaron) 

Hetro! (John) 

Hetro! (Danny) 


Things will get better 

soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. 

Wake from this coma, 

take my diploma, 

then I can blow this town. 

Dream of my ivy-covered walls 

and smoky French cafes… 

(Evan jostles Brian.) 


Watch it! 


Scowls Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze! 

(Brian upends Evan’s lunch tray.) 


smirks Ooooops. 


Brian Terrorizer. Third year a linebacker, and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and BEING A HUGE DICK. 


What did you say to me, ya dick? 


… Nothing. 

Evan & Various and others:

But I know, I know, I know… 

Life can be wonderful. 

I pray, I pray, I pray 

For a better way. We were kind before; we can be kind once more. 

We can be wonderful… 

(Brock approaches.) 


Agh!… Hey Brocky. 


smiles Hey. 

(Brock helps Evan pick up his tray.) 


Brock Moosnuckle. My best friend since diapers. 


We on for movie night? 


Yeah, you’re on Jiffy Pop detail. 


I rented "The Princess Bride.”  


Again? Don’t you have it memorized by now? 


What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending. 


Brock Moosnuckle! Bright load coming throoooough! 

(Ohm knocks the tray from Brock’s hands.)


scowls Ohm Wrecker. Quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team…Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf. (Furious, to Ohm) Hey! Pick that up right now! 


I’m sorry, wiener head, are you actually talking to me? 


Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant. 


… You have a zit right there… 

Evan & Various and others: (Variously) 

Evan: Dear diary: 


(MatPat) Why do they hate me? 

(Ken) Why don’t I fight back? 

(Ohm) Why do I act like such a creep? 

(Evan: Why…

(Cry) Why won’t he date me? 

(Brian) Why did I hit him? 

(Dan and Phil) Why do I cry myself to sleep? 

(Evan: Why…)

Various and others: 

Somebody hug me! 

Somebody fix me! 

Somebody save me! 

Send me a sign, God! 

Give me some hope here! 

Something to live for! 

(The Screamers enter.) 

Various and others: 

Ah!… Tyler, Marcel, and Craaaaig! 


Then there’s the Screamers. They float above it all. 

Various and others: 

(Repeating.) I love Tyler, Marcel, and Craaaaig. 


Craig Thompson. Head cheerleader. His dad’s loaded - he sells engagement rings. 

Various and others: 

I hate Tyler, Marcel, and Craaaaig! 


Marcel Basically. Runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but he is black, so there’s something going for him. 

Various and others: 

I want Tyler, Marcel, and Craaaaig! 


And Tyler Wildcat. The Almighty. 

Various and others: 

I need Tyler, Marcel, and Craaaaig… 


He is the biggest dick. They are solid Teflon - never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that. 


I’d like to be their boyfriend. 

Various and others: 

That would be wonderful… 


If I sat at their table, guys would notice me. 

Various and others: 

So wonderful… 


I’d like them to be nicer. 

Various and others: That would be wonderful…


I’d like to kidnap a Screamer and photograph him naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave him tied up for the rats! 

(Evan enters the boys’ bathroom. Tyler and Craig are watching Marcel vomit into a toilet.) 


rolls eyes Grow up, Marcel. Bulimia is so ‘87. 


Maybe you should see a doctor, Marcel. 


Yeah, Craig, maybe I should. 

Mr. McQuaid: 

Ah, Tyler and Craig. 

(Marcel vomits.) 

… and Marcel. Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell over all the vomiting. You’re late for class. 

(Evan scribbles on a piece of paper.) 


fake look of concern Marcel wasn’t feeling well. We’re helping him. 

Mr. McQuaid: 

Not without a hall pass you’re not. A week’s detention. 


Actually, Mr. McQuaid, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee. 

Mr. McQuaid: 

grits teeth I see you’re all listed. Hurry up and get where you’re going.


grabs note and looks at it in surprise This is an excellent forgery. glares at Evan Who the fuck are you? 


Evan, uh, Vanoss. I crave a boon. 


eyes narrow What boon? 


Let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think you guys tolerate me, they’ll leave me alone…Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes. 


perks up and looks at Evan over the toilet bowl gets up and walks over How about prescriptions? 


Shut up, Marcel. 


Sorry, man. 

(Tyler inspects Evan’s face.) 


What the hell? For a greasy little nobody, you have good bone structure? 


nods And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I’d have matching halves. That’s very important. 


Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds. 

(Evan blushes a bit as the Screamers chuckle) 


And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be wonderful. 




shakes head Maybe some lip gloss, and we’re on our way. Get this boy some blush; and Craig, I need your brush. Let’s make him wonderful. 


Let’s make him wonderful… 


Let’s make him wonderful. 


Make him wonderful… 




(Another day, another hellish lunch) 


Out of my way geek! 


I don’t want any trouble - 


You’re gonna die at 3 pm! 

Tyler Oakley and Connor Franta: 

Don’t you dare touch me! Get away, pervert! 

Kelly: What’d I ever do to them? 

Various and others: 

Who could survive this? 

I can’t escape this! 

I think I’m dying! 

Mr. McQuaid: 

Who’s the new Screamer? 

(The Screamers enter again…) 

Various and others: 

Whoa. Tyler, Marcel, Craaaaig… 

Connor Franta: 

And… someone! 

Various and others:

Tyler, Marcel, Craaaaig… 

Chilled and Ze: 

And a babe! 

Various and others: 

Tyler, Marcel, Craig… 


Evan Vanoss?! 

Various and others: 

Ev'n Vanoss? Ev'n Vanoss? Ev'n Vanoss?!

(The Screamers part, revealing a smoking hot Evan who has been given a make-over.) 

Evan & Various and others: 



And ya know,

ya know, ya know life can be wonderful. 

You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way! 

Ask me how it feels 

looking like hell on wheels… 

My God, it’s wonderful!

I might be wonderful 

And when you’re wonderful… 

It’s a beautiful fuckin’ day! 

Various and others: Tyler… Evn Vanoss! 



Craaaaig…Evn Vanoss! 


jumps on top of the nearest table Evn Vanoss! Evn Vanoss! 

Various and others: Evn Vanoss! Evn Vanoss! 


Thoughts While Playing The Crown and the Flame, Book 3, Chapter 2: The Queen’s Champion

We’re playing as Leon, squabbling with Kenna about how we need to fight this damn tournament.

“Is there something bothering our guests from across the ocean?” Empress Azura gives me the creeps!

Sigh. So Leon’s talking to the group. One last time? I hope not. Sei’s silent but meaningful support was so… Sei.

And now its Kenna. I choose “Your mother would be proud.” Let’s bring back talk about Leon’s old lover shall we.

Diamonds scene! “Tell Kenna my secret” for 20 diamonds. Let’s go for it. Ooooh is he gonna tell her about his relationship with Queen Adriana? Eek!

Aw, flashback to the day he first met Kenna. Kenna is so adorable! This was also the day he was first appointed as Captain of the Guard.

With Gabriel and Kenna out of sight, Leon and the Queen share their love for each other. MY HEART IS ACHING.

Back to present time. Kenna’s absolutely shocked. Leon tells her that was the best day of his life, not because of the Queen, but because it was the day he met Kenna. And now Kenna’s all sentimental. I want to cry now.

And now let the battle begin for the Empress who shines brightest!!! I said that sarcastically btw.

Oh no, timed choices. I’m not good at this. Wah! Panic mode! I fail the first one, blocking the blow with my gauntlet and not my face. Duh move. Gotta be better. Fight fight fight!

Whew, Leon makes it. Defeating Jorrin too! YAHOO! I love how he trash-talked Jorrin in his old man way.

So what’s the prize? “Only the victor shall sacrifice his life, so that my light may shine brightest!” W.T.F.


WHAT IN THREE HELLS. (It’s canon 3 hells in TCATF’s world, right?) )

Oh my god this last exchange between Leon and Kenna is breaking my heart. Ouch ouch ouch. Now Leon is giving his mace to Kenna, the same mace Queen Adriana had given to him. Do we accept it for 16 diamonds? YES!

But why are we paying for a gift given to us? C’mon now.

“You squeeze his hand again, but this time he doesn’t squeeze yours back…” Kill me now, will you, PB. Wah.

And the Empress is still high on her electric flashes and all.

If you throw water on her, she’d get electrocuted right? Wouldn’t it be that simple?

The end.

Final thoughts:
My chest is aching from Leon and Queen Adriana’s confessions of love, Leon’s exchange with Kenna after he shared his (diamonds) story AND their last goodbye. I am an emotional mess but I LOVED this chapter. But who will protect Kenna now? Who is the new Captain of the Guard? And I say it again - if you throw water on Empress Azura, wouldn’t she electrocute herself? It’s probably not that simple but anyway, just wondering.

Robbie's Awakening Part 13

(Ooooooooo one more part after this guys! Are y'all ready for the end??? Idk if I am this was fun to write lol):

When he got there he could hear the scratching and fighting and growling. His heart stops because Anti is probably tearing Robbie apart. He runs straight past Jackieboy Man, not even greeting or acknowledging him. He bursts through the door, stumbling down the stairs and stopping in his tracks at the sight before him.

Anti and Robbie, locked in a circling fight much like wild wolves none stop attacking one another. He can’t even keep up with what’s happening because it’s happening so fast. But, he can tell that Robbie is missing an arm, both of his feet and a hand. Anti’s knife is stuck in his thigh, blood oozing around it and it’s hard for Marvin not to throw up then and there.

But Anti… Anti isn’t faring any better.

One of his eyes is screwed shut due to having being bit- the entire right side of his face had been bitten, in fact. His eye had just taken the brunt of it but Marvin can still see the bite marks on the edges of his face. Large chunks of his flesh across his body is missing and oozing a black goo, both liquids mixing together on the floor in a borrowed color display.

Marvin can hardly watch as Robbie bites down on Anti’s shoulder and pulls out part of the demon’s bone- the white being covered in bits of flesh. Anti roars in frustration and returns the favor by clawing out a large portion of the zombie’s stomach.

Neither of them seem to feel pain, but both seem to be getting frustrated over being torn apart.

And Robbie is standing a chance against Anti.

Someone is standing a chance against Anti.

Marvin can’t believe it. No one has ever dared even tried to speak against the demon, much less fight him. Him and the others have always tried to do things without him knowing, too afraid of Anti’s wrath.

Now here Robbie is, tearing off one of his ears.

It’s oddly… inspiring.

The door opens and closes behind him and Jackieboy Man appears beside him. They both watch the fight in a silence until Henrik and Chase joins them a few minutes later. By the time they get there, Anti has torn off most of Robbie’s thigh(the zombie has trouble standing, much less fighting) and now the demon is missing one of his hands. It’s a pretty gore filled battle, all in all.

“W- what do we do?” Chase asked breathlessly because he and Henrik had run there.

“What can we do?” Henrik rephrased and his eyes are locked on the battle. “None of us stand a chance against him.”

“He’s got a point,” Jackieboy Man said in agreement. “I can take out any other bad guy- just not him.”

Marvin is silent as he ponders, flinching as Robbie’s forearm is torn off. The thoughts from earlier begin to resurface and even to him what he’s thinking sounds crazy but it’s their only option. “Have any of us ever truly tried to stand up to him?” He asked the others, looking from each of them. They look back at him, clearly curious as to what he has to say.

“Well…” Henrik trails off, trying to think of a time before he shakes his head. “No, actually. Never.”

“So how do we know we don’t actually stand a chance against him?” Marvin continues and he’s raising his voice, even over the staticky screams and guttural roars from the fight before them. “We’re all strong in our right, all have our strengths.”

“Wait… no way… are you… suggesting we…?” Chase’s mouth falls open in disbelief and Marvin sympathizes with him because he is currently in disbelief with he’s saying himself.

“Yes,” Marvin confirmed with a sharp nod, holding his head high to signify his strength. “Maybe we can’t take him alone- but we’re not, are we? We have each other and Robbie has tired him with their current fighting.”

“You’re right…” Jackieboy Man agreed and clenched his fist in the air, taking a step forward. “We can take him! I believe we can! I am the hero with no fear! Why should this demon scare me?”

“I guess we have no other choice,” Henrik said with a shrug and straightens his back and shoulders out, a now glowing green and almost septiceye land on the demon. As though it is targeting something.

Marvin grins as they agree with him before his eyes land on Chase who still looks terrified at the idea. The magician knows that Chase has had many… personal problems with the demon in the past. These personal problems included his… four kids.

“Chase…” Marvin began in a softer voice, dropping it to where only the person he is speaking to can now hear him. “I know… I know this is terrifying. I’m shaking myself. But he’s taken someone from all of us. Are you really going to sit idly by and continue to let him thrive with what he’s done?”

Chase bites down on his lip, eyes drifting to the floor for a few seconds before back up again, a new and determined light shining in his eyes. He lifts a hand and a “nerf” gun forms in his hand in an orange light, “dart” bullets and all. “Lets fight this glitch bitch,” he declared.

Marvin’s grin spreads out farther and he turns back towards the fighting creatures, snapping his fingers. His wand appears midair and he catches it as it falls, holding it up in preparation.

“Let’s do this.”


But yes the next part is the last part of this story. I already have another multi part fic planned(it’s a Googleplier story). Though, if y'all have any ideas of another multi part Robbie fic I’d love to hear it because I love writing from his POV!

Anyway, I hope y'all are ready for the end:


Shane McMahon - Love & War

Prompt: Can I get one with Shane McMahon Where yall hate each other because yall are attracted to each other, you decide to quit and go to raw. Then  You get drafted back to smackdown and you star arguing with Shane because going back means having to be put on the shelf and hiding your feelings
Requested: by @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch
Warnings: Swearing I guess 
Words: 1500+

“You’d think he’d stop dancing after all these years….and maybe not wear sneakers. He’s meant to be a businessman” you rolled your eyes as Shane walked down to ring to meet Stephanie and Vince. 

“Who cares? He’s having fun” Becky shrugged her shoulders fixing her ring attire. She stared at you watching the tv intensely “Clearly you care. Come on get ready we have our tag match soon” 

“I don’t care” you said turning away to get ready. You did a little though. You and Shane had a fling. Shane’s marriage broke down in 2014 and although Shane wasn’t a part of WWE back then, he still came to the main pay-per-views and that’s where you met. You had a fling in the end on 2014 and then he left and you didn’t hear from him again. He didn’t even tell you when he returned last year. When the draft was announced after WrestleMania 32 you were excited and prayed you were drafted to raw with Stephanie…you weren’t, you were drafted to smackdown. You wanted to go to raw because you were actually good friends with Stephanie. Hunter and Shawn were your mentors who trained you since you were 18 and everytime you were in the same room as Shane it ended in an argument. 

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anonymous asked:

Yes but...PM's daughter still likes G's posts on Instagram

I have not checked if she has liked the post or not, but I do not care. We have no idea why (if she has done it) and I actually do not care about her reason. Just like I do not care about PM or PM’s children at all. They could not mean less to me.

But I really think that the way GA and DD are using the social media at the moment is fun. I do not know why they are doing what they do. They can troll, cheat and trick us, it may be for PR, they can be high, it can be their gillovny showing and so on -I do not really care, because they both use the social media in a fun way again and I have missed that. Am I nervous about what the future can bring -hell yes.. but right now I want to enjoy what they do.  And as @dontpointdownthere reminded me, it seems that DD has started this one -which I really like. He is not the one who usually uses the social media in that way. Which makes one think…😏

The Voltrons- Heathers AU- KeithxReader

(A/N: Hey guys! Mod Pidge here! I’m so happy to be beginning this project. Some notes before we begin.

  1. Yes, some characters will be majorly OOC. I tried to fit people as best as I saw fit and possible with their personalities, but due to the fact this is an AU following Heathers: The Musical some characters will have to be OOC. One primary example of this is Shiro as Heather Chandler. I chose Shiro as Heather because of the fact he is a natural born leader and a lot of people look up to him. Due to this, he will be bitchier and sassier than regular Shiro. I am editing and changing lines not only to fit the AU, but to try to fit lines the best way to characters too.
  2. Not every scene will happen the same way as the musical, I am still trying to make this my own story as well. As such and because of reasons also stated above, some characters will have different thoughts and ambitions than their musical counterparts. The overall theme will be the same but some lines will be different (don’t worry, “Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw” will be the same ;p)
  3. As seen from the above note this is a MATURE SERIES. Heathers is a musical that deals with teen suicide, bullying, homophobia, gun violence, murder and a very mature scene featuring two characters having sex. While this is done in a comedic way throughout, it still isn’t meant for those who won’t be able to handle it.
  4. I hope you all enjoy this series! If you have any questions or comments at any point feel free to send in any questions! I love getting asks <33

PS: Really sorry this first chapter took so long to write, given the fact that Beautiful is an 8 minute song it would naturally take longer to edit, plus I wanted to edit out the parts of her talking to the audience since it wouldn’t make sense in a story like this and had to find a way to replace those information moments. This first chapter alone is 9 pages in Google Docs)

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Hello There - Jeon Wonwoo Imagine (PART 1).

Okay, okay, yes, I’m back from the dead. I am posting part 1 for this right now because it is super long and I am just finishing off part 2 so I’m deciding to just divide it into two parts. Anyways, I am SO SORRY FOR LACK OF UPDATES. I’ve explained why it’s been so long in my teaser for this story but once again, I’m truly sorry and thank you all for being so patient and loving with me. I love you all~!

So, a bunch of people enjoyed my high school AU for S.Coups, so here is a Wonwoo one for y’all!

And, for anyone who reblogs this, can you add which member you’d like for me to do a high school AU for next (because I’m doing one for all 13). I have ideas for Mingyu and Woozi (especially Woozi) but I don’t know if you guys think I should stick to hip hop unit then to do the other units, so I don’t know. AnND LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE MRS.CHU BECAUSE AS YOU KNOW AFTER READING THIS, WOOZI IS IN A MRS. CHU ONE, SO SHOULD I KEEP HER AS A TEACHER FOR EACH HS AU??

So just let me know which member and if I should use Mrs. Chu for each AU. Or you could also just send me fanmail telling me what to do~ So, onto the story. BTW, WHEN THE END OF A SETENCE HAS A BUNCH OF PERIODS AFTER THAT USUALLY WOULDN’T BE IN THAT CONTEXT, IT MEANS THERE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A LINE/CUT AFTER. TUMBLR ISNT LETTING ME ADD THOSE LINES TODAY. TT.TT

Hello There?

He’s the boy who always attends class late because he sleeps in, and you’re the student sitting nearest to the door. So, what do you get out of that? Probably love.

  “Dude, I need help with the math homework.”

  Wonwoo groaned loudly, raising a fist to his eyes and rubbing at it with a pout tugging out his bottom lip. “Now? Weren’t you listening?”

  “Of course not. There was that hot new student and –“

  “The guy who joined a week ago!?” Wonwoo exclaimed, shuffling into a hasty sitting position dropping his phone and hopping it back to his ear with trembling hands.

  “No! Gosh, his sister. The girl in our math class.”

  “I don’t even remember her,” he admitted, his mouth opening like a cave as yawn dropped from his throat. He fell back into his mattress, his other arm sprawled in the bed. He looked to the clock. 1:30. Seriously?

  “Maybe because you’re always missing first period because you sleep in, hyung,” Mingyu’s deep voice reminded him before he started chuckling. “You’re starting to look like a zombie, man. Just saying.”

  “Because I have stupid friends like you who call me up at 1 in the morning. Just saying.” He yawned loudly once again as his eyelids slowly weighed down, his vision slowly darkening, and eyes fluttering closed.

  “Touché, “Mingyu drawled out in a chopped up and awkward French attempt at an accent. “But bro, please! You know if Mrs. Chu finds out I didn’t do it, she is going to kill me - literally,” Mingyu cried out through the phone.

  “Oh, calm down. She’s not that bad, she wouldn’t actually kill you.”

  “No, but she’ll tell my parents and they’ll kill me. It’ll say on my gravestone ‘Kim Mingyu. Death caused by Mrs. Chu with assistance of parents.’”

  Wonwoo rolled lazily to his side, grasping his backpack and tugging it half-heartedly towards him. After a snore drifting from his mouth momentarily and Mingyu’s loud voice booming out his name, he ripped out his math notebook in frustration and flipped to the newest written pages. “Which questions?”

  “I knew you’d see it my way.” He could just hear the smirk in Mingyu’s voice.

  “I’m hanging up now.”

  “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll shut up, hyung!” His voice went ten octaves higher as he squeaked in panic….

  “Whoops, sorry there!”

  You grimaced as another person toppled over all your stuff, smudging it with the dirt of their shoes that was splattered with mud and wrapped up grass. You gagged as you meekly brushed at the brown pieces away from your essay that was due today and had almost gotten lost with a few other of your things when you tripped over the two feet of different people in your hallway and was now in the corner, hastily trying to organize your papers back together. Your eyebrows drew in concentration as you shoved in your last worksheets for math back into your binder and wiggled onto your knees before pressing your feet to the ground and lifting yourself up.

  The bell suddenly blared and your eyes bulged. You had the scariest teacher in the school, Mrs. Chu, who’d probably kill you if you end up a minute late. Your legs raced you up the large and wide staircase, flailing the side of your body to the door, and continued running until you reached the door that was right about to be shut it your face if you hadn’t screeched out, “Wait!” and practically jammed the door into the person’s nose. You rounded the opened door and saw your fellow classmate, Hoshi, clutching his nose with his eyes sealed shut.

  “Oh gosh, I am so sorry, Hoshi!”

  “Agh,” he sighed, releasing his nose and sauntering to his seat dejectedly. “My nose…”

  You spotted Mrs. Chu watching you intently from her desk and sprinted to your seat and slid into it with a sharp intake of breath, quickly fixing the pieces of papers that were sticking out from the stack before folding your hands obediently and straightening your back and moved your gaze away from the new girl who had joined your class and was stared at by all the boys in your class and to Mrs. Chu who quizzically glanced to the door.

  “Kim Mingyu!” Mrs. Chu called out demandingly.

  Mingyu averted his gaze from the new girl, startled, and adjusted his posture as he gulped. “Yes, miss?”

  “Where is Jeon Wonwoo?”

  “I’m not sure…” Mingyu’s dark eyes wandered around the classroom. “He usually meets me at school but today he didn’t.”

  “Well, he’ll definitely be marked as late.” She blew a strand of hair from her face. “Now, who finished their homework? Better be all of you.”

  From the corner of your eye you saw Mingyu laughing to himself behind his large hand. You took out your math notebook with a deflated look painted across your features. You flipped to the page you had scribbled your homework questions on the night before, biting your lip as you scanned the pages to make sure every one of your answers were perfect, not wanting to take the risk of getting in trouble by Mrs. Chu.

  A small and faint knock came from the door and you looked around in question if you should answer it or not. With your current teacher, you’d never know. Mrs. Chu raised her head from looking down upon students’ work and her eyes suddenly widened as she pointed to the door. “What do you think you’re doing!? You sit nearest to the door, you answer it!”

  You shot right from your seat and scrambled with your feet to the door, hooking your fingers on the knob and tugged it swiftly and was met with Jeon Wonwoo standing very, very, and very close to you. His gaze made you feel as though he had never seen you before and was only now taking the time to let his sharp, black eyes run over every one of your features. Your eyes, nose, lips; his eyes rested on each momentarily. But when your eyes greeted each other, he paused and just stared at them and you wondered, “Was he always this dreamy?”

  The sound of who you assumed to be your teacher cleared her throat and you saw Wonwoo’s cheeks dust off with pink as he slid past you, mumbling with his deep voice, “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” you blurted out loudly and you saw Wonwoo duck his head further down and scurry to where Mingyu was sitting, plopping next to him. You embarrassedly cowered into your seat, slumping with your hands folded across your stomach. Why were you getting so shy about such a short encounter? Why were you even thinking about it?

  “Jeon Wonwoo, what made you so late?” Mrs. Chu demanded, slamming her hand on the desk of another one of your classmates, Seungcheol. You turned your head around, using this as an excuse to get another long stare at Wonwoo and his eyes edged away from the teacher and to you and you got caught in his eyes and he blinked away from you and up to Mrs. Chu.

  “Um, uh, I-I’m really sorry, Mrs. Chu. I accidently slept in…”

  The whole class laughed in sync at his reasonable explanation and you smiled adoringly at how worried he looked for being late. He scratched his head awkwardly with a slight chuckle, looking around sheepishly at the laughing class. Mrs. Chu looked him over one more time before holding her head high with a scoff. I’m letting it go this once, Wonwoo.”

  He gave her a small lopsided grin. “Thanks.”

  ”Now take out your homework. I presume you’re finished since you had so much time to sleep in.” she looked over her shoulder to him sternly while trotting back to her desk.

  “Yes, I’m definitely done.” He shot a glare to Mingyu who laughed harder into his palm before letting his own face break with a grin, his nose crinkling cutely as he delicately got out his notebook.

  1 word. Swoon….

  “And then guess what she said?” Mingyu gasped, his eyes enlarging as he used his hands to describe what had happened with him and the new girl when they walked home from school the day before. Sitting by yourself, cheek sagged against the fist you right hand was curled into with your elbow perched on the desk.

  “What, what!?” Hoshi asked eagerly, almost falling out of his chair.

  “She asked ‘Can I call you your name instead of oppa?’” he finished off proudly, leaning back in his chair as Hoshi’s mouth dropped.


  “Yes! Isn’t that hot?”

  “Isn’t it hotter to be called oppa though?” Seungcheol questioned, cocking his head to the side.

  You yawned in boredom, soon figuring out that it was just a typical conversation exchanged by those three. You doodled a little on some blank pages as Mrs. Chu graded paper, for there were still many students to arrive.

  After the classroom seemed reasonably full and crowded like usual, Mrs. Chu began reviewing how to solve some of the equations she had given your class for homework the day before. Another yawn was stretching your mouth opened but it trailed from your lips when you saw Wonwoo looking through the small square of glass planted on the door. He gave you panicked look. He probably was scared to be late again. You turned to Hoshi who was sitting at the back and had glanced up and saw Wonwoo. He raised his hand and asked for Mrs. Chu to help him with a question. She walked to the back seat in the corner where Hoshi sat at and you tip-toed carefully to the door, clutching the knob.

  “Okay? Now try doing number two,” Mrs. Chu finished off, standing back up and you froze in your position as she started turning in your direction.

  “Wait!” Hoshi cried out. “I need help with this too!”

  “Really, Kwon Soonyoung?” Mrs. Chu muttered through her gritted teeth, whirling back to him.

  You turned the knob as smoothly and silently as possible and gripped Wonwoo’s hand, pulling him aggressively inside. He tripped over his own feet and knocked his nose against yours and steadied his hands on your desk to balance himself, face close to yours. Your whole class was watching you both intently as though you were characters in a TV show.

  “Go! Go to your desk!” you hissed, trying to sound angry so he wouldn’t notice your bright red cheeks. He raced to his desk as slyly as possible and you sighed as you glided back into your seat.

  “What’s all this ruckus!?” Mrs. Chu yelled, her scary eyes looking over your class, mouth sewn shut stubbornly. “Hush up and get to work. Oh, and good morning, Wonwoo. Didn’t even notice you.”  

  Wonwoo smugly smiled, his eyes twinkling at Mingyu through the corners….

  “Hey, hyung!” Mingyu’s voice called out.

  Wonwoo tugged out an earphone and turned his head around in curiosity. Mingyu stopped next to him, slapping his own hands down on his knees, bending down and panting, sweat shielding his forehead. “Damn, why you do you have to walk so fast?”

  “I wasn’t even walking that fast,” Wonwoo protested with a chuckle, rubbing his hand on Mingyu’s back before continuing to walk. “I waited at your locker but you weren’t there so I thought we weren’t walking home together.”

  Mingyu smirked, wiping at his head with the back of his head. “Well, I was talking to someone…”

  “Who were –“

  “Hey, hyung,” Mingyu started a little too cheerfully, swinging a lazy arm around Wonwoo’s shoulders, “what do you think of you-know-who?”

  “I don’t know who you-know-who is, though?” Wonwoo inquired, lifting his fisted up hands in confusion. “So, they’re actually you-don’t-know-who.”

  Mingyu sighed in obvious frustration, eyebrows furrowed at Wonwoo. “The person always opening the door for you in class.”

  “Oh.” Wonwoo pursed his lips tightly into a thin line, trying to resist the urge to let a smile burst on his serious face. “What about them?”

  “Do you think that they’re… cute?” Mingyu questioned, scanning his nails in attempt to be nonchalant.

  “Yes, very adorable.”

  “Really?” Mingyu exclaimed, his eyes snapping to Wonwoo as an excited smile bloomed across his face.

  “I was just trying to see your reaction –“

  “So, you don’t find them cute?”

  “N-No, I do!” he spluttered out hopelessly, halting to a stop to turn to his best friend. “I-I mean –“

  Mingyu’s face scrunched up, his nose creasing and his face twisting in an awful expression. Oh no. Wonwoo backed away quickly.

  “Ah-choo!” screeched out Mingyu into his hand, letting out a ruffled out cough before clamping the hand down on Wonwoo’s left shoulder, who cringed at the contact. “Ahem. Anyways, that’s love for you, my friend.”

  “Love!?” Wonwoo gasped, his voice beginning to make inaudible noises in his throat. Love? What did Mingyu think he was up to? “Stop it…”

  “Maybe you can give a thanks to them for always opening the door for you –“

  “It was just twice –“

  “Numbers are just… numbers. I’m sure that’s not it or how it goes…”

  “Fine, I will.”

  “….something to do with ages, I think.”….

  You sat on the window sill of your English classroom, staring out from the window that was opened and had a cool wind swarming by and brushing your face pleasantly, swiping through your hair and every feature of yours. You smiled sweetly, inhaling the fresh air with a heave of your shoulders. Feet dangling just a few inches from the ground, your eyes locked onto the trees sticking from the ground it front of your school, happy green leaves hanging off a swiftly wobbling back and forth as the gentle wind pelted through the crooked branches. A vase was sitting next to you and two books relied on one another at the end of where you sat. You had come to your English class for lunch instead of the cafeteria because a project for the subject had to be completed by you and now you were just waiting out the last ten minutes of lunch peacefully, as your teacher had gone to get a file from Mrs. Chu.

  A timid knock fluttered through the room and you raised your eyes to see Wonwoo approaching you hesitantly. Your eyes widened and you placed your hands on the window still to hop off to meet him, but he hastily raised a hand and shook his head rapidly. “Ah, i-it’s fine. I just came to give you this.”

  You bit back the huge grin begging to explode on your face. He was too sweet with his awkwardness, ruffled hair and crinkling nose. A rosy colour popped suddenly to your cheeks when you looked at his offering hands thrusted out that held a small carton of chocolate milk and a round glass jar mixed with chocolate raisins, jelly beans, star-shaped marshmallows and a whole variety of other treats. Your lips parted in awe before gazing up at him only to find him avoiding your eyes by averting his eyes to the ground, a hand scratching his head in embarrassment.

  You opened your mouth to speak but his deep voice echoed in the room suddenly. “I-I got to say, I’m feeling a little bit bashful doing this, but I, uh… just wanted to thank you for always opening the door for me when I’m late.”

  A giggle slipped past your lips and you covered your mouth. “It was only –“

  “Twice, right!? That’s what I said!” he exclaimed, outstretching his arm as an action to show how earnest he was about his unnecessary gift.

  “But I still appreciate it. I’m a sucker for sweets, so this is a perfect gift. I love it, thank you.”

  “N-No problem….”

  An awkward sense drifted into the room lonelily and you swung your locked legs together in the air, your feet almost touching the ground. Your fingers brushed the lid quietly, wondering if he were the type to think it was disrespectful to start eating the candy jellies in front of him.

  “Are you going to have any..?” his voice broke the flat silence. “I arranged them myself,” he added with a boroad, proud smile as you started twiating the lid open.

  You grinned at him and picked out a star shaped, pink and white candy jelly and popped it in your mouth. You chewed thoughtfully as your lips curled into a smile, for he was watching so intently with wide eyes.

  “I like it,” you mumbled through your chews before swallowing it and picking another one out.

  “I’m glad,” he muttered and the ring suddenly blared and his shoulders jumped in shock. You chuckled and asked, “Do you have English right now?”

  “No, but I’ll see you in Mrs Chu class tomorrow.” He smiled gently at you before turning and running sheepishly out of the door.

  You dropped one more candy jelly to your mouth and stuffed the jar into the side pocket of your back pack, smiling as you slipped off the window still and sprinted from the classroom to your History class. From what, you weren’t sure. The sweetness of the candies or Wonwoo?….

  You tapped your right foot continuously under the desk, chewing on your bottom lips as Mrs. Chu took attendance and addressed the newest student, Jihoon, with saying, “Ugh, that’s my husband’s name….”

  He swallowed and eyed the whole class that was watching before clearing his throat and adjusting his tie. “You could always just call me Woozi.”

  “Woozi?” the class questioned aloud in unison. He nodded and replied it was his stage name and Mingyu and Hoshi glanced at each other in curiosity.

  “Stage name?” Mrs. Chu laughed mockingly.

  “Yeah, for when I perform in front of people or on a stage name.”

  Mrs. Chu finished off her laughing fit with a hand swiping away a fake tear and a sigh falling from her mouth. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jihoon roll his eyes. After scribbling a few equations across the wall, Mrs. Chu turned back around and snapped for everyone to answer them in your notebooks. You sighed and flipped to a new page when you felt a hand repeatedly tapping your shoulder urgently. You turned your head around calmly and saw Mingyu eyeing your jar of candies poking from the side pocket of your backpack. He clamped his teeth together and pointed to the jar before locking his head in a begging motion.

  You jokingly rolled your eyes with and faint smile, watching to see if Mrs. Chu spotted you both. Facing the front with your eyes directed to the blackboard, you slyly lifted the jar and quietly slipped your left arm out to take off the lid and held it as your fingers clasped the lining of the top of the jar tightly. You lifted the jar back to where Mingyu was sitting behind you and you heard him bend down and carefully pick one out. You whirled your head around and saw at least six candy jellies crowded in his curled up palm.

  “They’re addictive,” he mouthed.

  You nodded and smiled. You raised the jar so you could place the lid back on before a loud bang exploded from the other side of the door. You gasped and your whole body flinched from the sudden noise, causing the jar of candies to loose contact of your fingertips. The jar bonked against the ground roughly and candies went flying everywhere in the classroom. Mrs. Chu’s angry eyes pointed right at you and you turned to Mingyu for help only to find him on the ground, rushing to collect candies and yelling, “21 second rule! 21 second rule!!”

  Mrs. Chu stomped to your desk and you stood to your feet and raced to the door and swung it opened and saw a tall figure turn only to find Wonwoo beaming at you. “Oh, hi –“

  Mrs. Chu screeched out your name and you cringed as you slowly turned to her, shoulders stiff with fear. “NO SHARING FOOD IN CLASS! You and Kim Mingyu are staying after school ends to clean the gymnasium, music room the hallway this class is in. Thanks to you, the janitors will scarcely have any work! And that’s only if you do a good job!”

  Mingyu groaned loudly, his cheeks huge like a chipmunk’s, filled with candies. Wonwoo glanced at his jar with a frown and you avoided his gaze as he brushed past you.

  1 word. Shit…..

  Fingers clutched to each other with your legs dangling, your eyes scanned the gymnasium once more before your loud sigh echoed in the large space. You were sitting on the piano – yes, an actual piano; but it was quite small – that was next to the mint and white staircase that was inside the short hallway that led to the actual gymnasium. But it technically still counted as a part of it, for it had special white shoes for girls and boys to wear when they had P.E.

  Mingyu had promised to meet you and you decided at that moment you would now consider it for that boy to be seldom on time. You gazed at the meek plastic bag that had all the candies Mingyu “saved before going bad after the 21 second rule.” It was slightly opened and some of the colourful candies rolled out and you silently picked out a red one and slipped it through your lips.


  Your back faced to the owner of the voice, your froze in your motioned position, eyes wide with shock. That was not Mingyu’s voice. It belonged to… Your gaze landed on the candy and in slow motion, you sucked in a breath of useless confidence and turned to him.

 “Hi, Wonwoo…”

  “How are you?” He slowly started taking steps towards you and you swallowed.

  “I’m fine…” After taking a few moments to consider your next words, you blurted out foolishly, “Hey, I’m not sure if you think this is a big deal but I just wanted to apologize for dropping all the candies and-“

  “No, no, no, no,” he protested immediately, striding to you. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. Mingyu told me it was him who was begging you to give him some. I know it was just a mistake.”

  “Oh.” You smiled as your whole body relaxed. “Thank goodness.”

  He chuckled sweetly, his nose squishing adorably as he shyly stood right in front of you, wrapping his fingers tightly around the strap of his bag and removing it with ease smoothly. “She said the music room first, right?”

  “Yeah,” you responded automatically before shaking your head rapidly. “Wait, Mingyu and I are supposed to do it!”

  “Uh, yeah, well, um, about that…” His eyes worriedly pinched at every inch of the gym before stammering out, “He said something about being sick…”

  “Really?” you questioned suspiciously, a slight grin blooming on your face when you a saw a tint of pink brushing against his cheek.

  “Yes…” he murmured, playing with his fingers.

  “Okay, let’s go,” you said, jumping from the top of the piano and grabbing the bag of candies and trotting up the staircase, and shutting your eyes momentarily while thanking Mingyu for getting “sick.”

  When you reached the large music room with wooden chairs’ surface planted on the top of the desk, and pastel pink and white walls with light coloured and bright turquoise curtains, you heard Wonwoo say, “You forgot the jar in the classroom.”

  You swirled around and saw him cupping the jar and you sighed with your eyes huge and your eyebrows furrowed. ”I looking everywhere for it! Where did you get it?”

  I picked it up when I was walking to my desk so I could give it to you after school instead of Mrs Chu taking it from you.”

  “But how’d you know you’d be seeing me after school if Mingyu had suddenly gotten sick?”

  He cocked his head at the side, staring at you look a small and lost puppy before his lips parted and he just quietly stared at you saying nothing.

  Laughing with your head bowing down in embarrassment, you mumbled for you both to just get to work. After getting your arms and hands filled with supplies to clean, you both strictly decided that Wonwoo would get the left half of the room and you would get the right. You swept furiously at the dusty, cringing when you’d find a piece of slimy gum stuck to the ground. Your face twisted into disgust and you picked out and new and white tissue and picked it and threw it in the garbage. You saw Wonwoo with slight smirk playing at his lips from your obvious discomfort.

  “Are you okay?” he inquired, grasping a wet towel and walking up to the blackboard.

  “Oh, I’m fine,” you assured him before crouching down and gripping a brush as you moved all the dirt into the duster.

  Rolling the sleeves of his white dress shirt to his elbows, he held the towel gently as he walked back and forth across the blackboard, wiping the whole thing clean in straight, firm lines. After finishing half of the blackboard, he head back to the sink to soak it in water again. You watched him walking back, flickering a piece of black hair that was tickling at his eye. Your hands fumbling at how handsome he looked the dirt and garbage fell to the ground, flying onto yours and Wonwoo’s side of the classroom. You slapped a hand to your forehead in mortification and he shook his head at you teasingly before reaching his hand out and asking, “Could you pass me the second broom?”

  You dragged your frozen feet to the supplies and grabbed the second broom. When you were about two meters from him, he insisted that you toss it. You jumped your hand up, loosening your grip on the broom. Though it was coming right next to him, his hand was left empty as the broom toppled to the ground, almost knocking over the guitars. You saw his face flame with red and he quickly bent down to pick it up.

  Once he was up, you both exchanged smiles that meant one thing. It was totally fine embarrassing both of yourselves in front of one another…..

  “Won’t it take a while to clean the gym?”

  “Let’s split up the jobs. One person can mop the floor, one can clean the shelves with the shoes and –“

  “We’ll both clean the lockers for the classes,” Wonwoo completed for you, nodding.

  “Yeah, that sounds good,” you agreed, your eyes roaming around the gym. Your gaze paused and you averted your eyes to Wonwoo. “Wait, who’ll do the shelves with shoes?”

  There were horrifying stories about the shelves crowded with perfect white shoes. That rats lived under and cockroaches travelled freely through the gaps and in the midst of the dirt. The worst rumor was that there was such a disgusting thing in one of the shelves, one of the janitors had gotten bitten by it and admitted to the hospital. Thinking about it again – it sent shivers sprint down your spine.

  Wonwoo swallowed an obvious lump in his throat, his palms glistening with sweat as he rubbed his palms together.

  “Rock, papers and scissors?” you suggested weakly.

  “Rock, papers and scissors,” he declared.

  “Rock, papers, scissors,” you both murmured in sync, both of your fingers thrusted out into the shape of scissors. Sighing, you muttered it again and your rolled up fists stuck out as a rock. Third time, your flat palms met and you groaned and heaved a sigh before mumbling it once more.

  “Rock, papers, scissors!” you whispered earnestly and threw your head back gleeful laughter when his scissors was knocked by your fist formed to a rock. You laughed obnoxiously like a child and pointed at him in laughter as he swung his head back with a pout, practically dragging himself to the shelves. You grabbed the broom vigorously swept at the floor, sneering at all the dirt and dust. You grabbed a pan and dust and didn’t take a break as you sprinted to each spot of the gym, repeating the steps of brooming, gagging, then pushing it into the pan with your brush. Wonwoo still hadn’t began his task and rocking on his heels hesitantly. You giggled loudly as you dumped the mop in the bucket of water and let it soak before jogging across the whole, still indulged in your own laughter as Wonwoo slapped on yellow gloves and poked at the shoes hesitantly. You stopped to a halt and watched him inspect the first shelf.

  “It’s not so bad,” he admitted.

  You shrugged in response, continuing to mope (A/N: hahaha get it? Mope and mop lol I’m so funny hahaha) around at a totally boring reaction from the legendary shelves. You plopped on the bench and nipped at your candy jellies peacefully as you waited for the fresh water the floor was soaked in, to dry. “Need help?” you called out to Wonwoo, who was already cleaning out the fifth space.

  “No, it’s okay. Haven’t found any cockroaches or rats yet if you’re wondering.” He turned to you with a smug smile and you rolled your eyes at his fortune. As you opened your mouth to speak, the pitch of his voice reached the sky as he screamed and shuffled further away from the shelves. You exclaimed in laughter, “What is it!?”

  “A cockroach!” he gasped out, his thin eyes now as huge as baby’s, marked with terror. You squinted and indeed saw, yes, a huge cockroach wandering around the sixth space.

  Another burst of laughter left your lips as you reflected back to his very unmanly scream as he ordered you to get some tissues. You ran to the nearby bathroom and ripped off some toilet papers from one of the stalls and joined him, slapping it into his hand.

  Fingers trembling, he raised the toilet paper as though it were an offering to the cockroach. After two minutes of patiently waiting, he voiced out how his arms ached and you placed the toilet paper into your hands.

  “No it’s fine. I can do it – AH, oh my God!” he began but then screeched in sync with you as the cockroach suddenly ran to the toilet papers unexpectedly. “Go open the window in the hallway, Wonwoo!” you shouted, folding the toilet paper gently as you ran at a semi-fast pace to the hallway in order to not drop the insect. Wonwoo pulled a window opened and you delicately opened the toilet paper and let the cockroach walk across the grass. You and Wonwoo both let a long sigh drift from your lips and you tossed the toilet paper in his direction and he yelled out, fanning it away.

  And then you both decided you’d work on the shelves together…..

  “Last but not least.” Wonwoo nodded down at the hallway. “I can do the sweeping first and you do the mopping?”

  “Sure,” you agreed, perching on top of a window still, gripping you bag that had five remining candies left. Your dentist was so going to kill you. As Wonwoo got to work, you rocked your legs merrily and said, “So, tell me more about yourself.”

  He looked up at you before spots of pink reached his ears and he cleared his throat. “Well, um, the only thing I could think of is I like rapping.”

  You paused your chewing with wide eyes. “Really?”

  ”Yeah, but it’s sort of a secret….” he confessed, avoiding your gaze.

  “Will you show me? Your rapping?” you boldly asked after sucking in a breath.

  ”One day,” he promised, smiling shyly at you. His eyes wandered to the clock and his mouth dropped opened. “Already 6:00? I have to be home by 6:15 to go out for dinner with my family!”

  You jumped off the window still. “Let’s hurry up then!”

  And so then started yours and Wonwoo race and trips up and down the hallways, him sweeping up dust and you running after him with the mop. He accidently dropped the pan filled with dust and you groaned, as he quickly swept it up.

  “Just the mopping left!” you squealed, running down the hallway, dragging the mop down with you as Wonwoo grabbed one of his own, lifting it so quickly some water flicked at you. “Wonwoo!” you screamed, thrusting your broom at him and he laughed so hard he had to hold his stomach. He tightly gripped his mop and sent it off down the hallway as he grabbed the bottom half of your mop and sprinted down the hallway together. The sky was slowly darkening and you were both neatly placing everything back to the janitor’s storage room before he locked your hands together and your feet stomped the ground as you were met with the fresh air outside the school.

  Living near each other, you both ran down the familiar route before stopping as you assured Wonwoo your home was just on the left, whereas his was on the right.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow?” he breathed out, his dark eyes that twinkled from the sunset, boring into yours and you nodded with heavy breaths. You pulled out the last two of your candy jellies, placing the orange one in his palm and dropping the red one in your mouth before grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze, running to your home.

Kuroko and Aomine Are Dating! Reactions

Requested by yugiohrox

Well everyone, Aomine and Kuroko are dating. Yes, the first light and shadow reunited. Let’s see how everyone takes it.

Momoi: I don’t know what I am feeling right now…

Momoi: I’m happy my two most precious friends are together again but, I’m also…

Hyuga: Upset that neither of them want to date you now.

Momoi: Yes that’s it!

Imayoshi: This is a perfect ship, look how Kagami turned out.

Kagami: Wait, why I’m I evidence for this ship working?!

Midorima:  He is implying that you were much like Aomine until you met Kuroko, who helped you reach your full potential, and now that Aomine is of his high-horse he needs the same help, nanodayo.

Takao: That’s dumb.

Koganei: Oh, they both have blue hair, that’s a sign they belong together!

Takao: Now that’s smart shipping evidence.

Akashi: Well I’m happy that Daiki and Tetsuya got together.

Akashi: I always thought they had a thing back in middle school.

Mibuchi: They are so meant to be.

Mibuchi: Remember their “Teach me, sempai” moment when Kuroko asked Aomine to train him in shooting.

Mibuchi: It was so precious.

Hyuga: But, Aomine isn’t Kuroko’s senior, their the same age, also they don’t even go to the same school.

Hyuga: And if remember correctly, Aomine didn’t want to teach him how to shoot.



Kasamatsu: Oh boy here it comes, the inevitable Kise freak out moment.

Kasamatsu: Alright Kise, before I beat the crap out of you, tell me how do you feel about these two dating?

Kise: Woohoo!

Kise: This is my OTP! I always knew they were made for each other!

Kasamatsu: Huh?

Kise: *Teary eyed* It’s so beautiful.

Kise: Hey, maybe when one gets board I can swoop in and make it an OT3.

Kasamatsu: I-I have to lie down after the madness that just came out of your mouth.

Kuroko: Hey Kagami-kun, I must tell you something.

Kagami: What?

Kuroko: I don’t think I can be your shadow anymore.

Kuroko: See, I’m with Aomine-kun now and I feel you no longer need me to become stronger…

Kagami: No, I-I totally understand, just promise me you’ll make him strong enough to give me the best one-on-one match of my life.

Kuroko: Hm, very well.

Aomine: Tetsu, lets get going.

Kuroko: Goodbye, Kagami Taiga.

Kagami: *Left stand in place*

Kiyoshi: Did Kagami just get friendzoned.

Izuki: Well he has normal and direct drive zone, so obtaining friendzone wouldn’t surprise me.

Why Brooklyn Nine-Nine is the best show on TV right now (a big ass text post)

Guys, I can’t even articulate how fricking proud I am of this show. Because yes, proud really is the right word because in this last episode, not only did it doge a bullet of one of the oldest sexist trope in the industry, but they did it with such effortless grace that Neo had been jealous of that glorious back-flip.

Brooklyn nine nine has from the start been a mindbogglingly good show, with a diverse cast, three ladies in leading roles and consistently high quality through all episodes. The only one thing that have made me doubtful, has been the relationship between the badass female police officer Rosa Diaz and her bumbling middle-aged coworker Boyle.

We’ve all seen the story before, a charming loser is dreaming about a girl way out of his league and does everything to win her affections. Her rebuffing him is just another challenge to overcome, he just needs to prove himself, and then she’ll fall for him right? We are supposed laugh, but also cheer for him, and hope he’ll win his “prize” after all his hilarious struggle.

At first glance it looked like Brooklyn nine-nine was playing right into this trope, especially after Boyle does end up saving Rosa’s life heroically. I kept watching though, but on edge, bracing myself the inevitable moment the “good guy” would yet again show “See, no just means you have to try harder!”

BUT THEN. Diaz STILL turns Boyle down, and Boyle decides to move on and finds someone else. And it doesn’t end there. 

In the newest episode “The apartment” they team up again, for the first time since Boyle got engaged to someone else, and the following thing do and does not happen:

  • Rosa is not suddenly jealous of the new woman.
  • Boyle apologies for his previous creepy behavior
  • It’s acknowledge that that behavior was indeed creepy and unprofessional.
  • Rosa accepts the apology and they are both happy about being friends, because they honestly just enjoy each others company

And I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. It is terrible in itself that I am this happy when women on TV get’s to say “no” and actually mean it, even to the good guy, but I am. 

Because in a really sexist and disgusting industry Brooklyn nine nine keeps on doing things right, and proving that YES you can be a successful show and not treat women and minorities like crap. It’s not much but it is finally a step in the right direction so F*CK YEAH for that!

In short: If you aren’t already watching Brooklyn nine-nine go do so right away. For once, I bet you won’t be disappointed.

Shu Headcanon (The Prince 4 Edition)

You waited up in this luxurious room, decorated with navy silks, gold frames on the long walks. Paintings and instruments displayed quite extravagantly. This was definitely the Prince’s room.
A huge four post bed took up a lot of the room in here. The Prince obviously liked his comfort.
You look out the long windows that overlook the long gardens and see it is now raining.
The door clicks and suddenly you are too afraid to turn around.
‘Your name it’s y/n isn’t it?’ His voice called out from the other side of the room, probably sensing you were nervous right now.
'Y-yes your highness.’ You slowly turn around, not wanting to be rude to royalty.
'Please, call me Shu in private. Although hearing you say 'your highness’ does things to me.’ He smirks and you blush.
'My Prince? Please can you tell me why I am here again? This all seems so unreal.’
He nods and sits on the end of his bed.
'Well..I am being selfish. So please forgive me. When I kissed you..’ His eyes slowly look up at your face and a faint blush appears. 'I had never experienced anything like that before. I want you to myself..’
You nod, the kiss was certainly something else but to go to such extremes to keep her with him?!
'I also have never felt anything like that sire, but, I haven’t had many experiences to compare that to..’
Shu was delighted, 'Really? So you’re just as pure as I hoped you would be. Have you been taken before?’
You gasp and blush hard, Shu gives you an apologetic smile but doesn’t take back his question.
'Ah-um..just once..he didn’t seem interested after. He left the village too, so I never saw him again.’
Shu’s smile grew, 'So there are no men back home hoping to win your heart?’
You shake your head, 'I never had time to notice if they did.’
'Good!’ He stood and held his hand out to you, you took it slowly and stood closer. 'From now on, I am the only one winning your heart. Understand?’
'Ah-yes..your high-Shu!’ You stutter as he squeezes your hand.
He chuckles and bites his bottom lip.
'You are so precious.’ He stroked the side of your face.
He really was falling for you, he never thought he could, or this quickly!
Everything you did seemed to make his heart race, want to scoop you up in his arms and cradle you close.
'Before I show you your room. Will you do me one last request?’ His eyes fell to your lips.
You knew and your heart was racing.
'Will you kiss me?’ He whispered, his face growing close to yours.
Kiss this incredibly handsome Prince?! The inner confident you would have grabbed him there and probably thrown him back on the bed.
But you nod shyly and gently press your lips to his, you bite how soft they are, how skilfully he moved them.
Shu cupped your face, unable to let you finish the kiss, he prolonged it. He wanted to feel the softness of your lips, how wet they would be after his had pushed them apart with his tongue. He wanted to taste every bit of you.
You found your hand was in his hair and you mr lips were moving harder against his. This feeling brewing inside was addictive. You both wanted more.


why-am-i-pluto  asked:

4, 14, 24, 34, 44

4. Dream destination?

I would love to go to new zealand. My friend went there and all the pictures she came back with are just stunning and it looks so amazing?? and yes I just rewatched LotR so I’m pretty high on new zealand right now but it’s!! just so pretty!

14. If you had to choose one song to never listen to again which would it be?

Oh god, any of the songs my brother listens to….they are so bad hahaha, and i have to listen to them when i’m in the car with him!

24.  Marvel or DC?

Marvel, always

34.  Favorite superhero?

My boy captain america is still my fav…cause i mean the punisher isn’t realllyyyy a superhero hahaha

44. Do you like space?

Oh yeah!! It’s so interesting, thinking about what’s out there…so many questions…