yeah i have no idea why i wrote that im tired

If I Had A Star (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 9,636 (YIKES)

Warnings: swears, little nsfw


Summary: a series of short stories to your forever. 

(each bolded word starts a new short story, the horizontal lines also divide each story.)

Dedicated to:

@hamilton-noodles Jo is a blessing to this earth. THE MOST eloquent person I have ever come across. I personally give this story to her, and all the stars in the sky. I want to publicly thank her for being one of the best people I have ever met (PERIOD) I love her so much and she is my bestest of the best friends. 

@adolescenthowell RACHAEL was my first friend on this blog and I want to thank her for reading my shit, facetiming me when I need motivation to write, and most importantly sticking by me. She is so talented and I love her. 

@fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines Sophie is the kindest human being alive. I want to give her all my thanks for proof reading for me. She is an amazing human being and so so out of this world talented. Love ya girl!

@whatdimissmotherfuckers Ruby for being such an adorable little bean. She’s the most giving yet still sassy person ever and I admire her self confidence. I hope you keep doing you babe. Her art and writing is the BESTEST. AND I ALSO LOVE HER DEARLY.

Not requested


If life had worked out perfectly; you would have never met him. You took the wrong train going downtown. Stupid, you knew, but being a first time New Yorker was hard. You wandered the streets aimlessly until you found a subway station late at night, hoping and praying you’d be able to find your way back home, your phone having died hours ago. You sat on a bench tapping your foot anxiously waiting for your train going up when a subway car rattled its way to your station. You were passing the doors when you saw a man runselfning down the length of the aisles in the subway car, singing loudly with a pair of headphones on. He didn’t notice you immediately, but when his eyes finally fell on you he practically tore off his headphones and stopped dead in his tracks. You gave him an awkward smile before he blushed red and returned one.

“Can you help me with directions?”

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Dead!Endeavor is the cause of Sugar Daddy!TodoDeku

Mmmmkay thanks for your patience now pls consider this au I got while counting hundreds of individual cigarette packs at 6 in the morning:

  • Todoroki Shouto is watching a stupid game show he doesn’t even like when he gets the call from Number 2 Hero Best Jeanist that his father is dead 
  • Endeavor died attempting to fight off a villain that was trying to take an entire school bus of children hostage (according to Best Jeanist it was a fiery blaze of glory just like how Endeavor would’ve wanted it)
  • Todoroki thanks him, cuts off the call, and hurls his phone at the wall
  • Endeavor is dead
  • Not before being lauded and praised as the truest hero there ever was by the press, by the families of those children he never saw, and especially by other heroes
  • No one outside of maybe a dozen people know who Endeavor truly was
  • It’s too late now
  • What use is the future that Shouto worked night and day for to a dead man?
  • Endeavor will never know how much Shouto will have eventually succeeded without becoming him
  • Endeavor will never know just how much his sons and daughter hate him
  • Endeavor will never know that not once has Shouto never needed his help his entire life, and everything he’s done for himself has been through his own hardwork and power?
  • There’s nothing to prove to a dead man
  • Shouto sits in silence for hours until a knock at the door stirs him
  • Midoriya is on the other side and he keeps him company through the fury and the injustice vast sea of feelings he has yet to sort through 
  • The funeral is attended by top heroes and civilians but no tears are shed
  • The papers believe that Shouto is so wracked with sorrow he could not attend (in reality it was him, Midoriya, and Yaoyorozu who spent the day playing board games and throwing popcorn at shitty movies)
  • Not even a week later, Endeavor’s will is read
  • he has left everything to his youngest son and child, Todoroki Shouto

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braveten  asked:

5 headcanons about Victor annoying Yuuri (or Yuuri annoying Victor)

(these are 100% inspired by chrissy teigen’s tweets, and also by our chats when we were talking about her lmao)

1. victor has taken to doing this thing where he sends yuuri nudes and then says, “sorry wrong person.” it’s funny, it’s really funny, it’s comedy gold—until it isn’t. until at one point yuuri texts back, “no worries, happens to me all the time :p” and then victor realizes. he realizes that he’s never, not once, gotten a nude from katsuki yuuri. “wait what?” he types back, fingers flying over the touch screen. “yuuri? yuuri. who’ve you been sending yours to??” but no response comes, and victor is frantically shoving the groceries into the recyclable bag. he ignores the looks he gets from the cashier and surrounding customers. then he’s stumbling out of the store, pulling his phone out again and hitting call.

“what does that mean?” he asks, no preamble. // “hmm?” yuuri’s voice is nonchalant on the other line, innocent. // “yuuri,” victor whines. // but yuuri only yawns: “sorry, which one are you? i have so many contacts saved under the name ‘boyfriend’ so you’re going to have to identify yourself.” 

victor never tries to be funny again. 

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hidden relationship with idol!mark (requested)

Originally posted by jaehyun-a

request: hidden relationship with idol!mark plsss ♥

a/n: here you go anon!! thank you so much for requesting! i hope you like it!!!! im personally not satisfied with the ending but idk :( pls read my other stuff:

 hidden relationship w idol!jaehyun 

having a crush on mark

genre: fluff

  • you and mark have been dating for about a month and a half????
  • so like you got close bc you were classmates at sopa and you always liked him but you never thought he liked you back bc he was mark!!! lee!!!!! and he was close w everybody so u didn’t think much of it
  • and one day in class when he actually came to class after 4 days bc of promotions he’s like “y/n do you have a minute” and ur like ??? yeah ofc
  • and while nobody’s looking he hands u a lil envelope and tells you to open it when u get home
  • so ur confused but ur like ok thanks dude
  • so u get home and drop ur things and open it right away
  • and its a LONG ASS NOTE but to cut it short he pretty much said that he always liked you and its okay if you don’t feel the same and he wanted to tell you in person but he was too shy but didnt wanna do it by text either so he wrote you a letter
  • and your heart is going HFFHJDHDJHJHGJHGJH
  • then you calm down and u shoot him a text like “hey i read your letter :)”
  • and he replies SO FAST he’s like “oh u did”
  • and ur like “yeah i like u a lot too :)”
  • and marks like “THATS A RELIEF’
  • then he asks if u wanna hang out tomorrow at this lil convenience store nobody goes to
  • But ur like “aw i have work” then ding ding ding u remember your moms cafe is always empty so u invite him over
  • and hes like oh thats a great idea!!!!!! and yeah ur first date is basically during your 1 hour break and its cute even tho you’re still wearing your work clothes
  • and thats how mark became a regular at the cafe
  • so as your relationship grows you both agree to tell the company and the members after promotions and after they’re busy making music
  • so yes one day you and mark plan on having a lil date at the cafe
  • and marks about to leave the dorm when donghyucks like “yo mark can i come with u”
  • and marks like “NO” and donghyucks like ?????
  • mark goes “i mean i’ll be back right away anyway you don’t have to come”
  • and donghyucks like “i just gotta buy something real quick let me just put on my shoes”
  • and while donghyucks putting his shoes on mark leaves as fast as he can
  • donghyuck comes out and he’s suspicious now so he’s like “yuta hyung doyoung hyung i think marks onto something”
  • so they try to follow him but they lose him n now they’re tired and decide to sit down inside a cafe ,,, you know exactly what cafe i’m talking about
  • but you and mark are sitting on the opposite side where the boys can’t possibly see you unless they stand up
  • and you’re just talking to mark n stuff
  • and you’re like “hey how are your members”
  • and he’s like “they’re good,,, donghyuck almost followed me here”
  • you’re like “oh god that wouldve been bad” and he’s like “yeah good thing i left him”
  • n ur like ,,, falling asleep on his shoulder and he’s like “you seem tired ,,, you still have 40 minutes left so you should probably take a nap”
  • and you’re like “noooo we barely see each other” but he’s like “no really take a nap, i’ll wake you up 10 minutes before your break ends”
  • so u fall asleep on his shoulder like wtf thats so cute
  • then your co-worker approaches the 3 boys and goes “excuse me but you have to order if you wanna sit here”
  • and doyoungs like oh yeah shit hold on
  • so the older boys send donghyuck to the cashier and he keeps protesting but thats what you get when you’re the maknae
  • and after he gives his order he just casually looks around ,, and there he sees mark ,,,, scrolling through his phone with a girl sleeping on his shoulder
  • his eyes widen and he’s like “pssst doyoung hyung yuta hyung” and they’re like “WHAT DO U WANT WE ALREADY GAVE U OUR ORDER”
  • and he’s like “ITS NOT THAT SHUT UP AND COME HERE”
  • and they’re annoyed but they follow anyway and donghyuck points at you and mark and they’re all SHOOK
  • they all walk to where you guys are seated and mark looks up when he hears the footsteps
  • mark’s like “oh crap” and doyoungs like “so who’s this” while looking at your sleeping figure
  • and mark shushes them and goes “this is y/n”
  • and yuta’s like “y/n?????”
  • donghyucks whisper yelling like “IS THIS YOUR GIRLFRIEND” and mark slowly nods and he’s actually being calm about this but ya
  • apparently donghyucks whisper yelling is pretty damn loud and it woke you up
  • you open your eyes to see 3 other members of nct staring at you and you’re like “aw crap”
  • doyoung asks you if you’re marks gf
  • and theres really no point in denying so ur like “yeah”
  • donghyucks whining like a baby to mark he’s like “IM YOUR BEST FRIEND WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME”
  • so the boys calm down eventually and now theyre getting to know you and stuff and it seems like they really like you as a person and as marks gf
  • then suddenly doyoungs strict mom mode is on and he’s like “i’m giving you three days to tell the company or i will”
  • and marks like HYUNG WHAT THE HELL and you’re getting really scared of doyoung
  • but dy’s like “bc i really like her and im 100% sure the company won’t split you guys apart. i just want you two to go on real dates without having to hide”’
  • and you’re like pinching marks arm bc YOU CAN’T BELIEVE DOYOUNG IS THIS SUPPORTIVE because mark always talks about how he nags on everyone 
  • so yeah the next day you and mark go to sm and tell them about your relationship and true to doyoungs words they didnt split you up, but you won’t go public yet either, which is fine with you
  • then he takes you to the dorm to meet the members and they’re all so nice to you and donghyucks still a lil bitter but jokes around about you stealing his man
  • taeyong jokingly says he’ll keep an eye on you and that mark is his son
  • marks like ,,, super embarrassed by how his members are acting but you honestly think its cute
  • the two of you are just so happy that the members like you and you don’t have to secretly go on dates in the cafe
  • the end
Treat Her Better

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

ANONYMOUS Requested: 

Hii can I request an angst yet fluffy jimin scenario where there are rumours about jimin and seulgi and you feel so sad about it but keep to yourself and then jimin says things about her and they have a big fight but fluffy ending please and thank you 💕💕 have a good day x

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1,141

A/N: You gave me too much freedom with this, hope you like it regardless.

Your name: submit What is this?

You and Jimin had known each other for a while, from when you two were kids. You always thought of his as that brother you never had. He was sweet and caring, but could also mess around and have a good time. The two of you were always close. When he wasn’t napping in your bed, you were over at his place hanging out. He was basically family to you, he didn’t even have to knock when he went over to your place; and your parents loved him, too. You shared almost everything, friends, family, houses, sometimes you even took his clothes. However, no matter how close you were you couldn’t help but feel a little jealousy when other girls got too close to him. You convinced yourself you didn’t have feelings for Jimin, you couldn’t have feelings for him.

The two of you remained close, even after he left to Seoul to pursue and eventually accomplish his dream of being an idol. He was now in the public eye, he wasn’t quite the Jimin you had grown up with. Nevertheless, your friendship didn’t dwindle, if anything your bond grew stronger. Eventually you, too, left Busan to pursue something greater. You didn’t necessarily want to become famous, you just wanted to write; and so you wrote. You became a published author, got your own place, made your own life. It was everything you could ever want, a quiet life in the city. You still hung out with Jimin on the occasion that he had a day off, it wasn’t uncommon that you talked with him. You’d met his idol friends once or twice, and even though he was a big world renowned star, he was still the little Jimin you’d grown up with. He hadn’t changed a single bit. However, your heart longed for him, and you knew better than to tell him. You knew that there were idol girls that he could definitely prefer over you.

Such was the case with Seulgi. Dating rumors broke, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous even though Jimin was neither yours nor hers. You asked him if it was true, but he’d mostly laugh it off with a

“Ah, we’re not dating. I think I’ve seen her a few times on shows, but we’re just friends, I think. Why do you ask? Are you jealous, (y/n)?”

Which you then vigorously denied that you were jealous, how could you be? Jimin was like your brother, not exactly the guy you’d want to catch feelings for. Regardless, you carried on with your lives, leaving the rumors on the back of your mind.

Rumors. Rumors is all they were, until Jimin was getting a liking for Seulgi. He’d begun to remark how good she looked recently, how amazing her voice was. She truly was stunning, she was an idol after all. She was really sweet, too, she was everything you weren’t. So what if Jimin liked her? You could find someone too, there were a lot of charming guys out there. But, something in your heart made you die inside a little when he spoke so fondly about her, it made you sad that it wasn’t you he praised. That it wasn’t you who occupied his thoughts, because he sure occupied yours. As much as it killed you, you couldn’t tell him how you felt; that’d endanger your friendship. Maybe it was time to let go.


One day, the two of you decided to grab lunch together. Everything was going like it usually does, you teasing Jimin about something or other, both of you laughing about it, and moving on. Eventually, the subject turned to Seulgi. As per usual, Jimin began on how beautiful she was, the usual. But for once you didn’t care to hear about her anymore, you’d heard enough. Before you knew it, you were interrupting Jimin mid- praise.

“If you love her so much why don’t you just date her already?! I’m sure she’d be perfectly willing!” -You remarked, your tone a lot harsher than you had intended. He was taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“(Y/n), what was that for?! Are you actually jealous right now?!” He raised his voice only a slight bit, but it was enough to make tears well up in your eyes. He really couldn’t see it. How could he be so clueless?

“Maybe it’s because you won’t shut up about her! Like, I get it, Jimin, you really like her! So go be with her if you want her so badly!”

“You know I can’t do that, (y/n).”

“What the fuck is stopping you? Sure as hell isn’t me! Nobody is stopping you!”

With that, Jimin had had enough,

“When you can get over your petty jealousy, we can hang out again. Don’t even bother with texting me, call me intead. But only if you’re actually dying.”

He left you there on the verge of tears. You wanted to be mad at him, but you knew that this was all your doing.  You texted him anyway, completely ignoring what he’d told you just moments ago.

[2:20PM (Y/N): Jimin I’m sorry, let’s talk yeah?]

[2:20PM (Y/N): Please, I’m really sorry.]

[Jimin: seen 2:21PM]


You took that as your cue to go home. For once in your life, you actually listened to Jimin, you didn’t text or call him. You decided that maybe this would do it, this was how you’d get over him. But, as the days went on, you just grew fonder and fonder. Not leaving your mind a single second, you didn’t even dare going on social media or outside for that matter. The days passed by in a daze, it felt like only a few hours ago you’d had that argument with Jimin. You hadn’t seen a single ray of sunlight in at least a week. And still, he refused to call or text.

You never minded being alone, but tonight it was killing you. You couldn’t keep this up, as stubborn as you were, you couldn’t keep denying it to yourself. You couldn’t keep denying it to Jimin either. You had the brilliant idea to call him, half drunk, at 11PM with hopes that he’d pick up. The alcohol was liquid courage, it filled you with determination to tell him how you felt once and for all. The line rang, once, twice,

“Hello?” His voice tired and raspy.

“Jimin, I love you.” You said, before you could stop yourself.

“(Y/n), do you know what time it is?”

“Yeah, but I just called to say I love you. I was jealous, and I’m sorry. I might have been childish but I want to say I’m sorry and that I don’t care if you like Seulgi.”

There was a brief silence, as if he was unsure of what you’d said.



“I love you, too.”

ducky pls stop posting your ideas and pretending they’re fics said everyone ever

a/n: i love the idea of the ‘art student/nude model’ trope but flipped where the student could not care less about who this model is they’ve seen about a million different naked bodies over their school career but the model is super into the student so that’s what this is. whoops. 

art student yuuri who’s in like his last semester and he’s just kind of disenchanted with life (you know as most seniors are) but he has a figure drawing class (which is a little confusing because hasn’t he done this already? twice?) but he goes and it’s fine and when the model in the center disrobes he barely bats an eye because he’s done this already. twice. and the weeks go by and he works on his final project and he goes to class  and every couple of weeks they get a new model and all the little freshman and sophmores giggle every time and yuuri just studies the planes of muscle and the curves and lines of the persons body and gets to work. he’s learned over the years that the models are just as uncomfortable as the students and does his best to not look at their faces, just out of respect for privacy. 

one week however, instead of giggles, the room fills with quiet gasps and oooohhs but yuuri is already drawing and focused and ‘in the zone’ but this happens every time they have class and yuuri just can’t be bothered by anything so he doesn’t pay a lick of attention tbh he just draws and he can admit that it’s a very nice body, very clean lines, very proportionate, toned, it’s just good for drawing and so thats what he does

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I Should Have Been There

Word Count: 1300

A/N: This was requested by -sardonicjughead on Wattpad and I’m hoping this is alright, I wrote this at school lol. Enjoy some more angst my friends! ALSO I JUST WATCHED RIVERDALE AND IM DEAD IM SCREAMING IM TRIGGERED SEND HELP.  Much love!

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale


    “You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” Y/N exclaimed, walking into Archie’s bedroom where Jughead was playing video games. Jughead looked over to his girlfriend and rolled his eyes, he knew what was coming.

    “I guess I’ll leave you two be.” Archie said, exiting from the game him and Jughead were playing and standing up. “No fooling around on my bed.” He teased as he left.

    “Are you okay?” Y/N asked, looking over at Jughead who looked super pissed off.

    “I’m fine.” He huffed, seating himself on Archie’s bed and pulling out his phone, he needed something to distract him from what was to come.

    “Are you sure?” she asked tenderly, walking towards him.

    “I said I’m fine!” he snapped, and Y/N stood stunned for a second.

    “Okay, I’m sorry for asking.” She whispered, sitting on his bed. “Well anyways, I’m not going home ever again.” she said, and Jughead just shook his head.

    “Why not?” he asked, not really listening to Y/N at all.

    “My dad, he’s such an ass. He was drinking last night, heavily as you would imagine because when is he not-anyways, after I came home from Pops last night I found him passed out on the couch surrounded by beer cans and bottles. After I put my stuff upstairs I came back down and started to pick up the cans and bottles because I didn’t want our house to start to smell like a liquor store like it usually does. I mean I spent this whole weekend shampooing the carpet to get the beer and liquor smell out, the whole weekend! Anyways as I was picking it up, he woke up and started drunkenly screaming at me, telling me that I needed ‘to leave his shit alone’ and 'if I thought for a second I could steal his alcohol and get away with it, I was out of my damn mind’.” Y/N ranted, grabbing Jugheads pillow from the top of his bed and placing it in her lap, squeezing it. Jughead scrolled on his phone, opening a game and started to play.

    “I told him I wasn’t trying to take his alcohol, and that I was only trying to pick up. I made up the excuse that I didn’t want him to step on an aluminum can and slice open his foot, or slip on a glass bottle and hit his head, although at this point I could care less if it happened.” She scoffed, and then paused. Her face fell slightly, and she sighed. “Okay I would care a little bit, I mean he is my dad for fucks sake but he is such an ass that I wouldn’t feel too bad about it.” Jughead nodded his head, trying to make it seem like he was listening and agreeing, although he had no idea what was being said.

    “Yeah, I bet.” He murmured mindlessly.

    “Anyways, I stood up after I had about an arms-full of cans and took them to the recycling bin out in the garage, and when I came in I started to reach for more bottles and cans, but he pushed me over, and I fell on a glass bottle, that just happened to shatter when I landed on it and I cut my arm and had to have Betty and Veronica pull broken glass out of my arm for about an hour.” She rolled up the sleeves of a green sweater she 'borrowed’ from Jughead, and revealed a large bandage running the whole length of her forearm. Again, Jughead just nodded and pretended to agree.

    “Yeah, I totally understand.” He muttered, and Y/N looked at him, noticing he was playing a game on his phone.

    “Are you even listening to me Jughead?” she asked, and she saw his face harden a little.

    “Yeah.” He replied, and she stood up from his bed.

    “What did I just say happened to me then?” she asked, placing a hand on her hip. Jughead threw his phone on the bed and looked up at Y/N.

    “I don’t know, probably the same shit that you always complain about. 'oh Jughead, my dad drinks all the time and he is such an ass.’ "He mocked her, trying his best to mimic her voice. ” 'Oh Jughead, I don’t know where my mom is, she hasn’t returned my calls in days and I’m worried, I miss her so much.’ I get it Y/N, you have a shitty home life, but guess what, so do I. All you do is complain about it and I’m tired of listening.“ He erupted, and Y/N backed away slowly.

    "You’re an ass, Jughead Jones.” She spat, tears welling in her eyes. “You forgot to mimic the part where he pushed me down, causing me to cut my arm open and left me bleeding, he didn’t even care.” Jugheads face softened, and worry started to replace his anger. “But that’s okay, your game was more important. I guess I forgot to add the part where the only reason I’m alive right now is probably because Veronica and Betty came to my house because I left my math text book at Pops, and they wanted to return it. But when nobody answered, they came in and found me in the kitchen, where I had passed out because I don’t do well at the sight of blood, and as you now know my arm was heavily bleeding.” She said, shoving the sleeve up again and taking off the bandages.

    “I am so sorry, Y/N.” Jughead started, trying to hug the girl but she pushed him away with her good arm and showed him the wound.

    “They took me to the ER where I got this stitched, and they called the police on my dad. He’s in jail now, just so you know. And I’m staying with Veronica so I don’t end up on the streets, but let me guess, you don’t care about that, do you?” she angrily asked, wrapping her wound back up.


    “Look, I’m sorry I come to you and rant about my family. But it’s because you’re my boyfriend, and I thought I could come to you with things like this. I felt comfortable opening-up to you, you were the only one to know of my family problems until last night. I was forced to tell Betty and Veronica because of what happened. Did you notice I called you last night?” she asked, and Jughead hung his head low. He had ignored the call, thinking it was because she wanted to come over and rant.

    “I’m going to take that as a yes.”  She said. “I was calling you for help, but you didn’t even answer, you didn’t even return it, or at least text me. What the hell!” she yelled. Archie bust into the room, looking between the two of them.

    “Whats going on?” he asked, and Y/N turned to face him, wiping tears from her eyes.

    “Nothing, Arch, I was just leaving.” She whispered, trying to push past him. He grabbed her bad arm and she yelped in pain.

    “Oh my-fuck Y/N, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” he quickly asked, pulling his hand away. She shook her head, tears flowing freely now because of the pain of her arm and the paint that her boyfriend was avoiding her.

    “I’m fine, goodbye boys.” She said, hurrying out of the house. Archie and Jughead stayed silent until they heard the front door slam, and Jughead angrily threw his beanie to the wall.

    “Fuck! I’m such an ass!” he yelled, and Archie looked at him worriedly.

    “What the hell just happened?” he asked, and Jughead sat on the bed, shaking his head.

    “I fucked up big time, I just might have lost the best thing to ever happen to me”

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waffles // e.d

Summary: As you’re overthinking at night, Ethan comforts you and then agrees to make some waffles at 3am

Warnings: None, just fluff and me trying to be funny (but failing miserably)

Word Count: 1311

A/N: It’s actually a pretty old imagine that i wrote like a year ago, but i added some details and yeah, hope you like it. And forgive my terrible grammar, as english is not my first language and im still struggling so yeah, thanks ily all x

request here!


“E…” you whispered and clutched the blanket under your chin. When you didn’t hear him answer, you decided to try again. “Ethan” you moved closer, feeling his calm breath on your cheeks. Obviously, it wasn’t enough, as the brown haired boy was still sleeping, probably dreaming about something pleasant, that little smile playing at the corner of his lips. You rolled your eyes and decided to nudge his nose with your own, hoping that it would wake him up. And it did just that. His one eye swung open and he shot a puzzled look in your direction, probably wondering why you’d woke him up in the middle of the night.

“What” he mumbled, his voice muffed by the pillows. He was pretty tired after filming a very intense video with Gray for their youtube channel and editing it right after. Before he fell asleep, you were both laying in his bed under a thin blanket, talking for over two hours, surrounded by the dark. In his opinion, it were moments like this that made the relationship special, and he loved it dearly. Not only because he could spend some time with you, his girlfriend, practicaly not saying a word and still have the best time ever, but also because you were a great listener and always knew what to say and how to lighten up his mood.

“ I feel like I have too many thoughts running through my head.” you sighed, at the same time playing with his fingers. “What’s going on?” he raised his eyebrows, but remembered that you can’t see his face as it was too dark to notice that small details. “I don’t know, it’s just…What if it’s just not gonna work anymore?”  He felt you became more tense, your voice shaking a little. It was hard for him to understand what you’d mean by saying that it’s not gonna work anymore. You were always very sensitive, so Ethan had to be very careful and try to get you to talk about the issue. “What do you mean? Listen, babe.” He sat on the bed and grabbed your hand, in order to pull you up. When you were facing him, a reassuring smile appeared on his lips and he brushed the hair back from your face and stroked your cheek gently. “Whatever it is, it’s going to be fine. I promise. We’ll get through this together.”

“It’s just that…” you sighed deeply, trying desperately to find the right words that could help express the emotions which were building up inside of you. “Sometimes I feel like all of this…” you looked up and met his gaze. “It’s just my imagination. Like, how I get so lucky? I’m not good enough for you, you should be with someone better than me, or some  Hollywood star sinc…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, because Ethan pulled you closer and kissed  passionately, not letting you speak any more words.  The kiss was long and light, as he enjoyed the sensation of your body becoming less tense. When he pulled back and saw your rosy cheeks, the hint of a self-satisfied smirk played across full, pink lips. “Don’t you ever think that you’re not good enough. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me and I don’t know what would I do, or where would I be, without you, Y/N.” No words needed,  you hugged him and rested your head on his chest, feeling your heart pump like crazy, while Ethan breathed in your fresh scent, rocking you gently in his arms.

“E?” you asked again, biting your lower lip, as the idea popped up in your head. “Mhm?”  he mumbled, slowly falling asleep again.

“I want waffles.” “It’s literally 3 am.” “So?” He sighed deeply and lifted himself up a little, just so he could look at you properly. You were definitely something else and he was loving it. As the days passed, he found himself more and more in love with you and it was, without a doubt, the best feeling in the whole world. “You’re unbelievable.” “Yes, and very hungry.” Ethan chuckled, amused by your response, threw back the covers and rolled out of bed.“You’re gonna get fat” a gentle smile appeared on his face, as he was watching you get up from the mattress. “Well, if it means that I’ll have a nice butt, I’m willing to give it a try” You shrugged, being totally serious, picked up the pillow that has fallen on the floor and threw it back on the bed. Then, you followed your boyfriend into the kitchen, remembering about being as quiet as possible, since Grayson was sleeping in the other room. “Just for the record, I really like your butt” he stated, two of his hands raised up in the air, as he stepped on the cold kitchen tiles. “I know you do” you laughed and passed him by, in order to kneel down in front of the cupboards, in search of a large bowl. You didn’t knew where to look at first, but with a little help from Ethan, you both managed to find not one, but three bowls, a whisk and most importantly, a decent pan.

“Give me the eggs, chef” just as he was about to hand them over, three of them slipped out of his hand and smashed on the floor, suprisingly making a whole lot of noise. You covered your mouth to stop yourself from bursting out laughing and when you met Ethan’s gaze, you couldn’t help it but make an inhuman noise, which was very similar to a noise that a dying animal would make. “SHUSH” he panicked, the fear in his eyes being slightly amusing. “Don’t you shush me, you dumbo! Look what you’ve done!” You raised your voice a little, still having tears in the eyes. You botch just stood there, praying, that all of that noise didn’t wake Grayson up, otherwise, you were totally screwed.

You tried to take a step back, avoiding the smashed eggs, but Ethan stopped you, raising one of his hands and putting a finger to his lips. He wanted to make sure you’d stay quiet, as he focused on the sounds coming from the corridor. Not long after that, you were both greeted with a similar voice coming from behind, that make both of you turn around.  

“What are you guys doing” Grayson crossed his arms, looking around the place. His hair were a total mess and he was squinting his eyes, affected by the bright light. There were many kitchen utensils laying on the cupboards, but he didn’t feel the need to ask any further questions. Yet.

“Oh, you know, cooking at 3 am. What’s new, right?” a nervous laugh escaped Ethan’s mouth, when he turned around and washed his hands in the sink. “You’re insane, people. Honestly, who coo…” there was just a loud crack and in this exact moment, you and Ethan knew, you were totally screwed. In the next second, Gray was laying on the floor, his shorts and the back of his shirt covered in egg’s yolk.

It took only 5 seconds, before all three of you bursted out laughing, the shock and confusion on Grayson’s face making all of it even funnier. Yes, he just slipped on the crashed eggs on the floor and it was truly priceless.

“Oh my god, are you alright!?” You tried so hard not to laugh, but it was just too much. He was fine, nothing serious happened, but you still felt so bad for laughing.

“Yes, thanks for asking!!” he muttered, struggling with standing up, as he tried to wipe his hands into his white shirt. “"You’re unbelievable! Both of you!”

“Anyone fancies waffles?” asked Ethan, waving a pan in the air, feeling pretty bad for his younger brother, still trying to stifle a laugh.

He’s Got You High

For @a-simple-rainbow. ♥♥♥

She wanted something based on this post: Kurt sends an email to his TA while high on pain meds after a wisdom teeth extraction.

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Blaine is in the middle of his theatre history class when his phone signals a new email in his inbox. Discreetly hiding the phone from his instructor’s view by keeping his hands behind a stack of textbooks on his desk, he goes to his email folder and checks the sender.

It reads, Kurt Hummel.

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christmas pudding | m

◇ Hoseok and Vernon were complete opposites - but don’t opposites attract?

◇ Vernon x reader x Wonho

◇ college!au + poly!au

◇ aaaah k-smut trash anon!!!! This was supposed to be for ur birthday but i got so far behind on schoolwork that it’s only coming out now TT I hope you had a good birthday though!!! Also, i have a feeling you wanted more pwp than i wrote? Something like ‘birthday girl’, maybe? But i just wrote this kinda cutely with a bit more plot so i hope you like!!!

◇ also i cant add gifs like i usually do bc tumblr is shit so im sorry :( ill try and add them later!!


Hoseok and Vernon were as opposite as black and white.

Vernon was the awkward one - the bashful friend, the ‘stay-up-till-one-playing-video-games’ one, the one who could never talk to the opposite sex without going red in the face and stuttering. With his pale skin, light eyes and floppy brown hair, he was the epitome of a childhood friend.

Your mothers had been friends and by default, that made you two friends - but it never felt forced. Vernon was easy-going, even in his childhood, and he was kind and smart, too. It was no surprise that you stayed friends from Kindergarten to middle school to high school, and even until college - which was when you met Hoseok.

He was beaming, blonde hair slicked back charmingly and head cocked to the side as he took in both you and Hansol. He was easy to get along with, and although his inappropriateness took a while to become comfortable with, you were soon just as chill with Hoseok as you were with Vernon, and vice versa.

With tanned skin and blonde hair and his beautiful dark eyes, Hoseok really was the opposite of Vernon, but that didn’t matter. You and Vernon decided to ask Hoseok to move in with you both 2 years after meeting each other; the rent is high and we can’t pay it alone - hey, Hoseok, weren’t you saying you were looking for a new place…?

And from then, it was smooth sailing. You eventually realised how you all worked together and in harmony to accommodate all 3 of you - Vernon cleaned because he couldn’t cook, Hoseok went shopping because he detested cleaning, and you cooked because that was what you were best at. And yes, there were times where Hoseok left all his dirty clothes in a pile or when Vernon left the toilet seat up, but it was all good because once it was brought up, it rarely ever happened again.

You just - you just worked. And you never thought it was weird, like others would: your mother would tsk at you, folding her arms in a huff whenever you mentioned your two male roommates - “You can’t beliving with two men, ____!” - and despite the fact that she’s known Vernon since you were in diapers, her trust was wearing down with each day.

But the point is, you never found it weird, even when slowly yet surely your relationship with them became much more… romantic. You were just so comfortable with them that it never bothered you if Hoseok walked in while you were showering to brush his teeth, or if Vernon wanted to cuddle with you, or when Hoseok kept kissing Vernon’s cheek and slipping in cheesy comments when you were hanging out.

It wasn’t until it was pointed out to you that you realised that Hoseok and Vernon were basically acting as if they were your boyfriends - and even more strangely - you didn’t mind.

“_____?” Hoseok’s voice is uncharacteristically quiet, yet it instantly snaps you from your deep daze. The blonde is laying next to you on your bed, his head resting on your stomach and eyes fluttering with every second as you pass your fingers through his bleached locks. He had been weirdly affectionate and soft today - well, more affectionate than usual - and as a result, the apartment was much quieter, especially with Vernon still at college for the time being.

“Yeah?” You hum with a deep inhalation, stretching your arms above your head carefully so as to not disturb the sleepy man beneath you. The TV plays meaninglessly in the background, and you block out the sound of CFs playing to focus on what he’s about to say.

“We…” Hoseok’s voice trails off, already ridden with sleep and a few tones deeper than usual, his chest rising and falling with each quiet breath he took. You raise an eyebrow at him, but his eyes are closed anyway, so you wait patiently for him to to finish. “What - what are we?”

It takes you a few seconds to actually register his query, and when you do it takes every nerve in your body to refrain from stiffening up. You don’t know why, but you can feel heat gathering beneath your cheeks and the room suddenly feels incredibly hot, the air becoming tense and almost making it hard to breathe.

“I - that-” You begin, your words stuttered and slurring together as you desperately try to come up with an answer for him - your reaction only makes him sigh deeper, and suddenly he’s turning on his side so that he face you, his head still resting on your stomach, and the contact seems much more intimate now than it did earlier.

“I want to hold your hand and kiss your lips and cuddle you when you’re sleepy - but with a different title,” he mumbles, and despite his drooping eyes he seems much more awake than earlier. You can only watch, gaping, as he reaches down, intertwining your fingers together.

“But,” he bites his lip, hesitating, “I… I want to love Vernon, too.”

You realise that your stunned silence is probably giving him the wrong idea, and after blinking a few times, you come to your senses.

“Hoseok,” you murmur softly, tightening your grip in his hand and continuing to brush your other one through his hair - he waits patiently, looking up at you expectantly, “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

And then his hesitant expression on his face is almost immediately replaced with his signature eye smile, and he’s definitely not as tired as he was before because he’s rising to his knees and lunging forward to encase you in a bear hug, and the only thing on your mind is what do we do about Vernon?

Yet you’re laughing, and you rest your chin on his shoulder, giddiness building up in your stomach like a volcano ready to erupt, and you close your eyes from the sheer happiness that you’re suddenly feeling, when-

“What’s going on here?”

Vernon’s voice makes your eyes snap open in milliseconds, and your heart jumps out of your chest as you see him - he’s only just shed his bag, his jacket still on and his nose red from the cold outside. He watches you both with a frown, but Hoseok is quick to separate from you, the joyful grin still on his face as he launches himself at Vernon.

“She agreed!” Hoseok cheers, and with a start you realise that Vernon and Hoseok had already talked about this without you - which explains the growing dopey smile on Vernon’s face, too. He lets out a high pitched sound that’s between an excited scream and a squeal, and he drags Hoseok back towards you, collapsing on the bed with an umph!

And strangely, you realise how relationship-like your friendship was already, because after that, nothing really changes - well, except for the kissing, and the holding hands and, yeah, the sex, too.


Two years later, and your relationship is still thriving as it did when it began. You hadn’t realised how much you really, truly loved Hoseok and Vernon until you noticed the little things you hadn’t noticed during your friendship - how Vernon would nod his head to any music that was playing (any music - trust me, you’ve witnessed it), how Hoseok pouted when he couldn’t have ramen at 4 AM.

You found yourself smiling more and worrying less, and you knew more about your boyfriends now than you had before. Although you would get strange looks in public, your relationship was so comfortable and pleasant that you didn’t care.

“Christmas is near,” Vernon reminds you with a slight nudge, petting his hand over your hair comfortingly. You nod, still focused on the drama playing on the TV. You hear him tsk, and then suddenly his hand is gently on your chin, turning you to face him.

You huff, “So?”

So,” he begins with a roll of his chestnut eyes, drawing you closer to him to place a lingering kiss to your lips, a hum of content leaving his own, his voice a mere whisper as he finishes, “I want to know what you want for Christmas.”

You groan, rolling as far as you could on the couch so that you were laying on your stomach, your head on Vernon’s own stomach. You yawn mindlessly, wrapping your arms around him and focusing back on the drama on TV. “I don’t care.”

You’re not looking at him but you know his eyes are narrowed, because he scoffs and tugs at your hair playfully. “You can’t say that! I have to know…”

“Surprise me,” you shrug. You hear him tsk again, but he doesn’t beg you to tell him again.

“Why can’t you be like Hoseok?” Vernon groans, throwing his head back, “I didn’t even have to ask him. He’s been dropping hints since December 26th last year.”

“What?” You raise your head, an eyebrow cocked teasingly as you lean into him, smirking mischievously, “Am I not worth the effort, Vernon?”

“N-no, of course not - I mean, of course you are, that came out wrong-”

“Well, then,” you raise your eyebrows once more, waiting for him to oppose, before you collapse back into your earlier position for what you hoped was the last time that night.


It was the night before Christmas and every was perfect. When you woke up, you made breakfast for your boyfriends (which was not ramen, much to Hoseok’s disappointment), you got dressed, and you all went out for some last minute Christmas shopping.

The day was chilly and the snow was a few inches thick, but nothing that couldn’t be solved with a hot drink and gloves (Vernon forgot his gloves, though, so you and Hoseok had to settle for holding his hands).

One thing you noticed, though, was how strange they were acting. 'They’ referring to your boyfriends, of course - you had spotted them exchanging secretive grins, or whispering to each other when you walked ahead to go look at some cute trinkets. But you left them alone - you were much too preoccupied with finding the perfect gift for your mother.

Vernon ends up leaving 2 hours later - something about an essay to finish (which makes no sense, but once again, you’re too preoccupied), leaving you to drag Hoseok around the city on your quest for a good present.

“_____,” Hoseok whines, 4 hours into shopping. You’re on the brink of going mad, because the present you had planned to get for your mother wasn’t in stock. You could only blame yourself, really - leave it to you to wait until December 24th to get Christmas presents. The blonde is lingering behind you, and wraps his arms around your waist with a pout, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I’m tired…”

“Hoseok,” you groan, trying to push him away unsuccessfully. “Can you please stop? I need to figure something out for my mother…”

You hear him exhale from behind you, and it’s silent for a second - but he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss on your neck as you scan the shelves for a suitable gift, before he whispers, “What if I told you that I already bought something for her?”

Your head snaps toward him, eyes wide and incredulous. “You got her something?” You echo, curiosity tugging at your mind, “When?”

Hoseok shrugs but he has the most haughty look on his face, brushing his hair away from his face. “You always leave stuff to the last minute, so being the amazing boyfriend I am, I bought her the present you wanted to get her. You’re welcome~”

You can only stare at him, mouth agape and eyes wide in disbelief.

“Why didn’t you say that earlier?” You demand, a sigh of relief leaving your lips, holding a hand to your forehead in an attempt to calm down. A few seconds later, though, you heave a sigh, a grateful smile blooming on your face. “Thanks, baby.”

Hoseok practically glows, and seizes your hand. “Come on, let’s go home before Vernon burns the building down.”


Your nose is running and red and your hands have almost lost feeling in them, but the feeling of stepping into your warm apartment fills you with a warm coziness. You shed your jacker in seconds, your shoes following, when you perk up.

“What’s that smell?” You ask Hoseok, sniffing the air curiously. It couldn’t have been Vernon - he can’t cook for his life. Hoseok shrugs, but he’s grinning so you can’t trust him. Shooting him a jokingly suspicious look, you turn on your heel towards the kitchen.

And lo and behold - Vernon stands in front of the dining table, a beaming grin on his face. The table is set all fancy - candles, napkins and rose petals, and the food looks absolutely amazing. Vernon looks proud of himself, and rightfully so.

“Merry Christmas,” Hoseok whispers in your ear, before he walks around your frozen body, towards the table. You’re still in shock, and you feel tears prick at your eyes as you take in all the work that went into this. And all for you?

“You told me to surprise you,” Vernon smiles, his hands placing themselves on your shoulders, roaming down to your lower back as he leads you to the table, “Did I do a good job, baby?”

“It’s amazing,” you confess truthfully, sitting down beside Hoseok and pulling your chair in. Vernon grins, and takes the seat beside you.

“Well, Mingyu helped too,” he says sheepishly, “Because I didn’t want to give you food poisoning - but the rest was me, and a bit of Hoseok, I guess.”

Hoseok shoots him a childish glare, and Vernon beams back. “This is amazing,” you repeat, glancing at them lovingly, “Thank you, really.”

And so, you spend the next few hours at the dining table, eating delicious food and conversing with your boyfriends and just being happy.

Soon though, in the warm atmosphere, you find that your eyes keep veering towards Hoseok’s lips, and that you have to stop yourself from shivering at the feeling of Vernon’s hand on your thigh.

After clearing away the plates, Vernon sits back down and leans back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head with a lazy grin, turning to look at you. “You ready for dessert?”

“Sure,” you agree easily. Seeing him exchange a glance with Hoseok, you turn to the elder, raising an eyebrow curiously. “As long as it’s not Christmas pudding - I hate that stuff. What’s dessert?”

And Hoseoks smirks that stupid smirk that only comes out in the bedroom, his face inching closer to yours, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. “You.

And before you can completely register his words, his lips are pressing against yours. Instinctively, your eyes are fluttering shut, and you find yourself leaning into the perfect sensation of his soft lips against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth so easily that it almost makes you forget about Vernon.

Key word: almost. Vernon is quickly making his presence known, and the feeling of his hands drifting up and down your body make you sigh pleasurably. They’re warm, and big, and they feel even better pinching your nipples through your bra, making you whimper.

Hoseok gets impatient easily, though, and minutes after, he tugs you onto his lap, resting his hands on your ass. His blonde locks are so easy to run your hands through, and you hear him moan softly every time you pull just a little harder than usual.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say Hoseok did this for you,” Vernon’s teasing voice cuts through your daze like a knife, and you draw back from the mind dizzying kiss. Lips swollen and eyes dilated, you peer at him - he’s biting his lips, taking in both of your panting forms with appreciation.

A scoff slips passed your mouth, but nevertheless, you clamber off of Hoseok’s lap, drawing a disappointed whine from him, and start towards Vernon.

“We need to get you prepared, don’t we, baby girl?” He whispers softly, pulling at your blouse. You raise your arms over your head, and he pulls it off you easily. The next to go is your belt, and after, your jeans. You’re the only one naked, but you don’t feel uncomfortable, especially with Vernon’s hands nearing between your thighs. “Or else you won’t be able to take us, huh?”

You only let out a weak moan of agreement as his fingers begin to trail up and down your pussy, dipping slightly into your entrance and gathering some wetness before pulling back up, bumping your clit roughly.

Chest heaving with every breath, you lean forward to rest your hands against the back of his chair, steadying yourself as your hips begin to rock against his hand. Your eyes begin to flutter shut, the pleasure that comes from the feeling of his fingers inside you almost overwhelming you, but a low groan stops you.

Through half-lidded eyes, you watch as Hoseok pumps himself slowly, eyes fixated on how Vernon’s thumb circles your bundle of nerves precisely, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and a light sheen of sweat coating his temples. He seems to sense your eyes, and his eyes travel up your bare body to meet your dark, dazed orbs.

“I think you’re ready,” Vernon nods, and despite the irritated huff that escapes you, he slips his fingers from your warmth. You almost moan aloud, though, when instead of wiping your juices off of his fingers, he reaches over to Hoseok and begins to use your juices as lube to pump him.

Hoseok does moan aloud, however, his head resting against the back of his chair and his Adam’s Apple bobbing with each shallow thrust of his hips. You take the moment to climb off of Vernon’s lap, setting yourself on the kitchen table and watching with flushed cheeks as Vernon leans in to Hoseok, connecting their lips in a passionate, sloppy kiss.

They only break away minutes later, their lips as swollen and puffy as yours are, their eyes dark and lust filled. Vernon plants one last kiss on Hoseoks’s lips, before he stands, shedding his clothing and joining you on the table.

His hands grasp your thighs, and he pulls you towards him roughly, his arms hugging your hips tight as he connects your lips in your own passionate inferno. By reflex, your arms are already winding around his neck, and it allows him to switch your places almost instantly - him, laying down against the cool glass, and you on top of him.

You vaguely register Hoseok undoing his own clothes, but your eyes are purely transfixed by Vernon’s. He watches you, his pupils blown up and his cheeks flushed - and then, his voice husky and breathy, he speaks: “Will you ride me, baby girl?”

And he doesn’t even have to ask you, because you’re already grasping his cock with one hand and guiding it towards your entrance. You sink down on him with a breathy groan, screwing your eyes shut as you stretch to accommodate his girth.

It’s only seconds later, when you’ve bottomed out on him, that you begin to ride him properly, raising your hips and dropping down on him at a growing pace. Every explosion of pleasure that occurs beneath your skin is only heightened when you manage to raise your hands to your boobs, rolling your sensitive nipples between your fingers.

Hoseok is fully naked, now, and the sight of you riding Vernon like the queen you were makes him groan. He’s quick to stand behind Vernon, the younger’s head dropping lightly off the table to please Hoseok, his mouth opening invitingly.

Your thighs are growing tired and your arms are screaming in pain but the feeling off Vernon inside of you is too good - you can’t stop, especially when you open your eyes and spot Vernon taking Hoseok in his mouth expertly. The way Hoseok’s tongue shoots out to wet his bottom lip and how he allows his hooded eyes to gaze at you makes arousal pulse in your stomach, and it’s hard to take air into your lungs for a few seconds.

You let out a tired whine as you throw your head back, and resort to grinding your hips roughly back and forth instead of bouncing on top of him, your eyes fluttering shut as you chase your orgasm.

Hoseok’s moans are increasing in frequency and pitch; he’s close, you can tell, and the way Vernon’s right hand is digging into your thigh tells you he’s definitely close too - suddenly, he’s jamming his thumb against your clit, and the sudden stimulation throws you over the edge.

It starts from the bottom and makes its way up - toes curling, your legs tense as waves of white heat wash over your body, travelling up to your arms and making goosebumps rise over your skin. Your eyebrows are deeply furrowed, eyes closed so tight it’s almost painful, and you can’t even muster the strength to moan. Your mouth remains open in a silent scream as you cum hard around Vernon, hips still moving furiously.

You seem to set off a chain reaction; Hoseok lets out a last high pitched moan, grasping Vernon’s hair tightly as he pumps his seed into his mouth, and the taste of Hoseok and the feeling of your tight walls contracting around him sends Vernon into a powerful orgasm.

As the pleasure fades to a dull thrum, Hoseok gently removes himself from Vernon’s mouth with a groan. You follow his lead, and lift yourself off of your boyfriend tiredly, almost collapsing right back onto the glass. Vernon, meanwhile, lays still and sated, his eyes shut and his chest heaving as he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Some paper towels are placed in front of you, and you send Hoseok a tired smile as you take them up. “Thanks,” you murmur, almost groaning as you feel the scratchiness in your throat. You begin to clean Vernon’s cum out of you gently, while Hoseok retrieves some glasses of water - however, he doesn’t give them to you straight away, only gesturing to you to follow him to your bedroom.

With a yawn, you pick yourself up, wobbling on your feet as you hit the ground. You pull Vernon up, and the man groans as you guide him away from the kitchen and to where Hoseok was waiting.

“My throat is dead,” Vernon mumbles with a whine, collapsing next to Hoseok on the bed. The blonde grins, massaging his thumb over Vernon’s neck fondly.

“I’m sorry,” he pouts, reaching to get one of the glasses of water he prepared. Hoseok frowns as he sees Vernon beginning to doze off. “Nuh uh - you have to drink something first, baby…”

He sends you a warning look too when you clamber onto the bed, ready to completely face plant and sleep the rest of the day away. “You too, baby girl.”

“Alright, alright,” you groan playfully, taking the glass from him. Hoseok makes sure you both drank your water, and then downed one himself - and then, after making sure you were all alright, and dressing you all in oversized t-shirts, he tucks all three of you into bed.

“Merry Christmas, baby girl,” Vernon mumbles sleepily, before he’s completely knocked out. Hoseok whispers a Merry Christmas, _____, before he too has blacked out.

You fall asleep with a smile on your face, and wake up the next morning with one, too.

(“Vernon! How did you know I wanted this?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t be shoving hints down our throats for the passed year, Hoseok-”)

lil-seeds  asked:

yo yo yo dysfunctional entp here. i've been in a weird, non-creative, funk for the past week or so, i believe largely due to some very well ignored and internalized negative feelings. what is the best way for me (or any Ne user really) to get back into the idea-generating, novelty, creative swing? (im a writer working on a second novel so the whole 'tired of a single project' thing isnt helping either) thanks hot hot hottie

(Gif: Claudia, Warehouse 13. ENTP.)

Uh, well first there’s this: i believe largely due to some very well ignored and internalized negative feelings.

Have you dealt with those yet? Because as a Fe, until you get them out of your head and into the world, you cannot move on and the intense internalization of something that NEEDS made public (Fe) is going to cramp your muse. So, expel those feelings. Share them with someone you trust. Shout them into the void. Express them. You will feel better.

As for getting your Ne-dom mojo back – it’s simple.

Ne needs external stimulation to work. It does not exist in a void. Your Ne bounces off objects, ideas, and stories in the external world. This is why you watch a television show – you get ideas. Better ideas than they used. Or you read a book – and you get more ideas. Or you listen to a song – and you get ideas. Or you talk to someone and… you get the idea, right?

Being in a non-creative funk for a Ne-dom means your creativity tank is drained. Why? Not enough external stimulation. Not enough new stuff to bounce off of. Not enough exposure to things related and unrelated to your current writing project. You need new material going in your head. Start reading someone else’s novels. Start up a television show you’ve never seen before on the side. Read someone who is FULL OF IDEAS, who makes YOU full of ideas, someone EXCITED about their ideas.

Here’s some personal writing advice from a fellow Ne-dom, who quite often experiences temporary creative slumps (since I pretty much work on a novel and/or writing project anywhere from 1 to 8 hours daily, about 10 months out of the year… yeah, I don’t “do” hobbies and I don’t “do” idle time… and it kind of sucks).

If you hit a creative slump, you have two choices:

- Take it back to where your creativity was flowing, and take the plot in a new direction (write a different ending to that scene, or cause something unexpected to happen that you did not see coming)

- Change the setting of the scene (it’s quite possible the setting is boring you; whenever that happens, I go, “What will my reader NOT expect? Okay, the last interrogation scene took place inside a dim cell in the Tower of London. What if THIS TIME Henry VII decides to interrogate someone above the Tower’s lion pit, and dangle him over the side?”)

Here is something vital to remember, as a Ne-dom: you figure it out too far in advance, you’ll get bored with your own ideas.

Every time I have lain out an entire book from start to finish, and drawn up lists of what happens in what chapter, the creative spark dies. I have now started keeping an abstract concept in my mind (this is vaguely where it’s headed / what the climax will be, and what I should introduce next) and then leaving myself questions when I stop writing for the day, to trigger ideas for the next day.

So instead of writing: Heledd meets Alfred on the road and they discuss X, I ask, What does Heledd see that makes her suspicious? How should I introduce doubt into Meg’s mind? What should happen with the ring I introduced in the last chapter? How can I make the big reveal more dramatic?

Leave lots and lots of room for improvisation, too. When I sat down to write the other night, I knew I had to take my heroine through her fears up a road lined with her enemies – people who months before had tried to hang her. So, I knew I had to deal with PTSD trauma. What I did NOT know is that superstition would surround a myth of faerie lights to accuse her brother of murder (the murder, I had planned) and that other people would turn up in support of her, and sing an old Welsh tale to calm her down. But that was nice.

Ne’s delight in the unexpected, in allowing ideas to flourish and spring forth with just enough forewarning to lace together into the rest of the story; you must leave room in your novels for this to happen.

(Gif: Jo March, Little Women. ENFP. My soul sister.)

I’ll be honest here, in the hope it’ll inspire you. I started in on a sequel right after finishing my last book. I was excited about it, I wrote about 20 thousand words, and then I had to stop and do some line editing on the original novel. When I went back to my sequel, my creative spark had DIED. I was distraught; where had all my excitement, enthusiasm, and ideas gone?? So I put that draft in a folder, and tried another. It went on for about 15 thousand words just fine, and then it DIED. More distress. More staring at a blank page. More clueless pondering. More angst. So I delved into it from yet ANOTHER angle. I changed all the POV’s. I tied it back into London in addition to Wales. I invented an entirely new subplot. I wrote about 20 thousand words.

And it DIED. I lost the spark.

I spent one day utterly frustrated, near tears, anxious that maybe I’ll never be able to write another book (low Si paranoia :P) … and I opened up my original draft, the one with 20 thousand words, and skim read the first four chapters… and then sat down and carried the story forward. I’ve kept bits and pieces from each draft, and a lot of that writing can go in this book; but my forward momentum is back. The original idea WAS INDEED the best, or at least, the one my Ne is most passionate about – but it had to explore other options first, before it could settle down to tell THIS story.

Okay, the last bit of advice – you can take it or leave it.

Many high Ne’s benefit from working on multiple projects at once. You should consider, yes, working on your book; and writing a short story or a fan fiction on the side in a totally different genre, to keep your mind active.

I, however, have never been able to do this without losing focus – so I am a “one project at a time” kind of girl, to the extent where if I have an amazing idea for a different book or character in the middle of working on THIS one, I write it down on a slip of paper, stick it in a jar, and forbid my mind from thinking about it further, in order to remain focused.

Finally, write yourself a quick deadline. Given the amount of time you have to spend on this novel, and what else you have to do which might detract from it, and how fast you can write, figure out a rough estimate of how long it will take you to write this book. I spent two years on the last one and it literally almost killed me and drove my family insane (though, technically, since it went through about 14 drafts / rewrites / completely changed focus 4 times, and started out as a novel covering 20 years, went to a novel covering a decade, and wound up being a novel covering 6 months… I was working on more than one novel). This is NOT GOOD for a Ne-dom. We like to see PROGRESS. We like to see a point in our future when we are FREE to pursue OTHER THINGS. So, give yourself six months to write a rough draft. Or four months. Something doable, that keeps you motivated, because:

When I get done with this, I can write something else!

You are verbose. You are creative. You are ideas-driven. And if you’re a Ne-dom, you can turn out an incredible amount of words in a very short time.

You can do this.

Hope that helps,

- ENFP Mod (who tomorrow goes back to writing her sequel, because she did NOT write fiction today and was so bored she could hardly stand it)

Kino - Six is a Crowd

“request for a scenario where kino wants some alone time to kiss you but the members just love to "accidentally” interrupt or is somewhere somehow watching you guys sneakily..ahhaha XD"

(A/N: This was a really fun one to write~ I hope you like it, writer’s block has been getting to me so I apologize if it seems off or bad. Enjoy!)

Spending time in Dorm A was always a wild ride. The wild ride turned into a monumental task for Hyunggu, who was desperate for alone time with you. It had been an appropriate amount of time since the two of you had started dating, and he felt that it was high time to take a step up.

You stood in the dorm’s kitchen, washing dishes as a thank you for your constant presence. A hand landed on your shoulder, and you whipped around to see Hyunggu standing before you. He smiled casually, reaching for a cloth to dry the dishes sitting on the rack.

“Hey! Sorry I didn’t come find you right away, I wanted to do this before anyone noticed.” you said with a smile.
“You know you’re not obligated to clean or anything,” he said, “Hongseok can do that.”
“I know, I just want to help out since I’m over here so much~”
“Still, never feel like you have to.”

He looked over subtly, looking at the way your hair was tucked back, exposing your cheek. Once he set up another plate, he looked back to you with a determined spirit. All he had to do was lean over, and…

“You guys wanna order takeout?” Hyojong said as he walked in. He was met with a glaring Hyunggu and a smiling you.
“That’d be good, what does everyone want?” you inquired.
“Well, let’s go ask!” he replied. You agreed and quickly dried your hands and grabbed a notepad.

Hyunggu sighed, both out of relief and frustration. As you followed Hyojong to help take everyone’s orders, he slumped against the counter in thought of how to develop a plan B.

Out in the living room, you wrote down everyone’s orders and handed the paper to Hyojong to make the call. Why he couldn’t do that himself was beyond you, but still. You ordered Hyunggu’s favorite for him, and hoped it would suffice.

“Hey, we should watch a movie later too,” Shinwon piped up.
“Or now, we can watch one while we wait,” Hui said.

You stood up and excused yourself to go get Hyunggu.

“The others want to throw in a movie, what do you think?” you asked, walking into the kitchen to find that he hadn’t moved.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, that’s fine,” he began, “Are you going to watch it too?”
“Well, that’s generally what you do with movies.”

He laughed and shook his head, proceeding to take another candid look at you. Nobody was around now, the mood was good… he reached out for your hand and gently pulled you toward him. You looked down at your hand with his, then up to him, and you could see intent in his eyes.

“Come on, we started the movie,” another interrupting voice shot through the air.

You just smiled and kept hold of his hand to lead him to the living room and flopped back onto the couch.

The longer the movie went on, the more sleepy you found yourself becoming. The large meal that had arrived and disappeared quickly didn’t help anything either, so you opted out of the rest of the movie in favor of a warm, welcoming bed.

“I’m going to head to sleep,” you whispered to Hyunggu.
“Are you sure?” he whispered back.

You nodded and stood up quietly, and you retired to Hyunggu and Shinwon’s room. After slipping on some warm socks, you climbed up to Hyunggu’s bunk and nestled under the blankets.

Just as you got comfortable, however, a soft knock on the door caught your attention. You groaned and hopped down from the bed to go open it. Hyunggu stood there shyly for a moment before walking in and shutting the door behind him.

“Tired too?” you asked.
“You could say that,” he mumbled.
“What’s that mean?”
“Ah, nothing.”

Shrugging, you climbed back onto his bunk and settled in, resting on your stomach and pulling your phone out. You felt the bed move as he climbed up as well and slipped under the blankets next to you.

“Sorry I stay here so much,” you smiled, not looking away from your phone.
“We all love having you, don’t worry,” he said, propping his head up with his hand.

He looked at you with the same admiration he had all day, that you failed to notice.

“Hey…” he began softly.

You turned your head to face him and were immediately caught off guard when you felt his lips on yours. The flames of victory ignited in his mind, and he couldn’t help but awkwardly smile. After what seemed like the most pleasant eternity, he pulled away.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to do that.”

But just as he was leaning in again, the sudden sound of a camera phone went off.

axis mundi

I’m in too much of an Inspiration Slump to write anything ‘proper’ but I saw the @timepetalsprompts prompt: any fic in which Jack Harkness is the main character + college/student AU and somehow I thought back to pocket universes, my college + social media cracky AU which some of you seemed to love and just went ‘why not’? :)

So here it is: it is technically a follow up of pocket universes and contains allusions but can be read on its own!

Summary: Rumour has it that Rose and John are to face a major life-changing event. 


Jack Harkness to What is Mickey Short For Research Project 2k17: so

Jack Harkness: what IS mickey short for

John Noble: that is the question

Rose Tyler: it’s an acronym

Rose Tyler: M.I.C.K.E.Y.

Rose Tyler: agents of

Rose Tyler: Multiple Incident Causing Knights of Erroneous Youth

Jack Harkness: TYLER THIS IS POETRY <3

John Noble: hands off the blonde, harkness, no hearts allowed.

John Noble: also can i be iron man

Rose Tyler: only if i get to be captain america

John Noble: deal <3

Donna Noble: michael

Jack Harkness: michael what

Jack Harkness: there’s no such a character in MCU

Donna Noble: michael smith, that’s what it says in the register

Jack Harkness: woman, you’re spewing nonsense

Donna Noble: mickey’s NAME, you dumb shit

Jack Harkness: …….is obviously Machiavelli

Martha Jones: Well… can’t argue with that.

Mickey Smith: oi, whose side are you on?

Mickey Smith to Women Come and Go Talking of Michelangelo: fucks sake guys, can you drop it already

Mickey Smith: first rickey, now this

Jack Harkness: depends.

Jack Harkness: how’s david 2.0 going? any chance he’s gonna look like me?

Mickey Smith: i don’t get it jack

Mickey Smith: you didn’t tease john for taking an art class about fricken renaissance sculptors to impress rose

Mickey Smith: but you’re still having a Go™ at my name

Jack Harkness: john did WHAT

Jack Harkness changed the group name to We Want a Naked Rose Sculpture by Monday, Johnangelo da Nobili

John Noble changed the group name to Piss Off, Harkness

Jack Harkness changed the group name to Not a Fucking Chance, Phidias

Jack Harkness: oi mickey how do you do the tm thing

Mickey Smith: Find™ Out™ Yourself™ Asshat™

Jack Harkness: aw come oonnn micks you know i love you <3

Mickey Smith: yeah, i know <3

Martha Jones: … This conversation just keeps getting creepier and creepier.

Jack Harkness: what, running out of fairy dust already, martha? too mature to have fun??

Jack Harkness changed the group name to Neverlandand Martha is Not Invited

Martha Jones: Ha, ha. Exquisitely funny, Jack. You just outdid yourself here.

Donna Noble: you wait till you see john’s oil painting assignment

Donna Noble: until then you haven’t seen funny in your life, i swear

Rose Tyler to John Noble: you did what :D

John Noble: Rose have mercy on me

John Noble: i was young and stupid

Rose Tyler: that was like six months ago :D

Rose Tyler: john :D :D :D

Rose Tyler: have you done the watercolours? have you done the clay course?? abstract painting?

John Noble: why am i even with you

Rose Tyler: wait HAVE YOU MADE THOSE AWFUL POTS WITH ROSES MY MUM HAS from a Mysterious Admirer ???

John Noble: shut up

Rose Tyler: ohhmygoddd i’m wheezing

Rose Tyler: this is golden

John Noble: i hate you

Rose Tyler: GOLDEN

Rose Tyler to John Noble: for real though Doctor

Rose Tyler: it’s absurdly sweet <3

John Noble: i don’t want to be sweet, Rose

John Noble: i’d much prefer manly, dashing and little bit foxy

Rose Tyler: you’re the sweetest cupcake around xx

John Noble:

John Noble to My Rifle My Pony and Me and Yes, Mickey’s the Pony: jack how did you find your flat?

Jack Harkness: i hooked up with lynds from biotechnology, her uncle was renting

Jack Harkness: why

John Noble: nvm, just wondering.

Mickey Smith: i moved in to my gran’s old flat

Jack Harkness: michelle smith, answering the questions never asked since 1989

Mickey Smith: i wasn’t even born in 1989 jack

Jack Harkness: mickey. did i ASK

Donna Noble to Jack Harkness: WHAT IS HAPPENING

Jack Harkness: the answers to this question are multiple, donna

Jack Harkness: good old earth’s probably turning

Jack Harkness: mickey continues being a rather lovable universal error

Jack Harkness: martha’s nobel prize for memorizing every single word in latin is waiting for her patiently in the distant future

Jack Harkness: possibilites are endless

Donna Noble: NO

Donna Noble: i’m in the hospital to pick up Martha

Donna Noble: and rose is in the lab with prof smith and theyre whispering

Donna Noble: and rose is saying she’s freaking out because it was supposed to be on friday and it all makes sense i fucking knew ITTT

Jack Harkness: knew what

Donna Noble: and sarah jane said that there are possibilities



Jack Harkness: telling me what

Donna Noble: promise not to tell anyone! Fuckin swear, Jack!!

Jack Harkness: tell WHAT

Donna Noble: Rose is pregnant.

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Donna Noble: Harkness are you there

Donna Noble: HARKNESS

Jack Harkness: i’m fine i’m fine imfine

Jack Harkness: it’s just im not ready for this and

Jack Harkness: NO IM NOT FINE

Jack Harkness: oh my god donna i am too young

Jack Harkness: how will i handle all the responsibility?





Donna Noble: I CAN’T


Jack Harkness to We’re Expecting: ight kids

Mickey Smith: expecting what

Jack Harkness: the last fucking judgement, mickey

Jack Harkness: what do you THINK

Donna Noble: alright harkness stop it there’s no time for that

Donna Noble: to the point: rose is pregnant with john

Martha Jones: What?!

Mickey Smith: whoooaaah for real?

Donna Noble: she doesn’t know i know

Donna Noble: and i don’t know if john knows

Donna Noble: but i figured y’all have to know

Donna Noble: because those two idiots will not manage by themselves if we don’t support them

Jack Harkness: amen to that

Jack Harkness: and hereby i self-proclaim myself The Godfather

Mickey Smith: you would make such a shit Don, jack

Jack Harkness: shut up fredo

Martha Jones: Wait, but… is this confirmed? Are you 100% sure?

Donna Noble: yeah, i overheard Rose telling SJ

Martha Jones: Oh dear. But this is groundbreaking news. Does John have any idea? What about Rose? How will she manage to finish Uni with a baby?

Jack Harkness: and that

Jack Harkness: is where we enter

Jack Harkness changed the group name to Ultimate Babysitters™

Mickey Smith: damn you worked out the ™

Jack Harkness: mickey

Jack Harkness: Shut Up™

Donna Noble: i feel old.

John Noble to Rose Tyler: donna’s been giving me the weirdest look all day

John Noble: you think she’s onto something?

Rose Tyler: shit, maybe

Rose Tyler: but who knows with donna

Rose Tyler: it might as well be ‘how dare you be my brother’ or smth like that

John Noble: ehh, true

John Noble: still, this seemed different

Rose Tyler: different how?

John Noble: like she was worried about me?

Rose Tyler: what, donna? come off it

John Noble: idk

John Noble: for real though. and sort of like pity was there too

Rose Tyler: well that’s more like it

Rose Tyler: you can be quite pitiful, Dr Play-Doh

John Noble: now that i think of it

John Noble: she probs pitied me because she knew what an AWFUL girlfriend i have

Rose Tyler: more like, she pitied you because my mother thinks you’re in love with her

Rose Tyler: cos you anonymously gave her fucking POTS


John Noble: it’s not like i sculpted little jackies all over them!!

Rose Tyler: you have no idea, cupcake

Rose Tyler: how insanely lucky you are that you didn’t

Martha Jones to Rose Tyler: Hi, Rose, how are you feeling?

Rose Tyler: uh, fine, i guess, loads of work

Rose Tyler: and you, Martha? everything alright?

Martha Jones: Yes, yes, everything fine.

Martha Jones: Listen, Rose, I just wanted you to know, if you needed something, I’m always there to help.

Rose Tyler: uh, thanks Martha, this goes both ways obviously

Martha Jones: :)

Rose Tyler to Jack Harkness: Jack

Jack Harkness: rose?

Rose Tyler: god why does it always sound like freaking titanic

Jack Harkness: my heart will, my heart will go onnnnNNN

Rose Tyler: anyway

Rose Tyler: jack, are you setting martha up for something?

Jack Harkness: who, me??? whatever gave you the idea, rosie??

Jack Harkness: i’m the joan of arc of this group

Rose Tyler: troublesome and haunted, you mean

Jack Harkness: innocent and enlightened by the heavens

Rose Tyler: i thought joan was john’s nickname though?

Jack Harkness: i’m flexible

Rose Tyler: i never doubted THAT

Jack Harkness: ily, rosie

Rose Tyler: i kno :-)

Rose Tyler: just don’t tell john, i don’t want him to beaten up in a honorary fight over my virtue

Jack Harkness: your faith in your boyfriend’s strength is astounding

Rose Tyler: i know

Rose Tyler: and jack?

Jack Harkness: yes, o sweet marion?

Rose Tyler: leave martha alone

Rose Tyler: or i’ll snap your neck

Rose Tyler: got it?

Jack Harkness: aye aye captain

Rose Tyler to John Noble: okay you know what, Doctor

John Noble: yeah?

Rose Tyler: i did some investigating and you might be right. they’re onto something, not just donna

Rose Tyler: jack and martha too. but i feel like it’s all circling back to donna.

John Noble: copper’s hunch?

Rose Tyler: permission to follow up, sarge? ;)

John Noble: Rose

Rose Tyler: yeah?

John Noble: let’s skive off english 

Rose Tyler: fine by me xx

Jack Harkness to We Are Family!: okay, stage one of investigation showed that rose is exhibiting symptoms of unprompted aggression

Jack Harkness: conclusion

Jack Harkness: #pregnant

Martha Jones: As much as I hate to admit it, I have to agree. Rose has been very pale lately and late to class three times since Monday. In the light of the events, it’s… well, it’s very very probable that she is, in fact, pregnant.

Jack Harkness: martha don’t you ever grow tired of typing those essays

Jack Harkness: consider o woman this: “rose looks pale and oversleeps, i think she’s up the duff”

Jack Harkness: the message is the same

Martha Jones: One day, Jack Harkness, you will realise that it is, in fact, not.

Jack Harkness: sure whatever

Donna Noble: okay i have to ask though

Donna Noble: jack for the love of god was that an e.e. cummings reference

Jack Harkness: was what a what

Donna Noble: well that’s one way of answering the question

Donna Noble: nvm

Mickey Smith: so we’re agreed that john knocked up rose?

Martha Jones: Well …

Martha Jones: Guess we are.

Jack Harkness to We’re Making John Propose 2k17: i know the history of this group is long and turbulent

Jack Harkness: but right now it seems like the only Right Thing™ to do which is why

Jack Harkness: hell yeah we are!!

Mickey Smith: and yet again

Mickey Smith: why am i in this group

Jack Harkness to Don Jack’s Consiglieri: john my man

Jack Harkness: ricardo and i have been wondering

John Noble: you and who

Mickey Smith: guess that’d be me

Mickey Smith: well at least this one sounds cool

Jack Harkness: it rly doesn’t, micks

Jack Harkness: anyway we were thinking

Jack Harkness: what good friends we are

Jack Harkness: and how we’ll always support each other no matter what

Jack Harkness: one big family, really

Jack Harkness: isn’t that right, ricky-o?

Mickey Smith: yeah

John Noble: if we’re family can i simply disown you with immediate effect

Jack Harkness: and that’s just it because

Jack Harkness: even if you did

Jack Harkness: i’d be there for you, john.

Mickey Smith: oh my god jack

John Noble: jack

John Noble: please shut up

Jack Harkness to Famiglia Noble: so i ordered a couple of books on parenting on amazon

Jack Harkness: the first chapter is about acceptance of responsibility

Jack Harkness: and i’m McFreakin’ losing it

Jack Harkness: i’m not ready to accept the responsibility, guys

Martha Jones: Jack, do you honestly still think they would let you be responsible for this child under any circumstances ever?

Jack Harkness: yes?

Donna Noble: deluded

Donna Noble: (bless)

John Noble to Donna Noble: donna i need your advice on something

Donna Noble: oh Lord

Donna Noble: i’ve been preparing myself for this and yet i am n o t  ready

Donna Noble: jack’s been right with the acceptance and responsibility

Donna Noble: it’s simply not there yet

John Noble: what?

Donna Noble: never mind

Donna Noble: go on, alien boi

Donna Noble: spill, the big sis is here

John Noble: donna you’re seriously creeping me out

Donna Noble: oh shut it and just tell me

John Noble: right, so this is a secret so please don’t tell anyone yet, okay?

Donna Noble: mhmmm

John Noble: i won the scholarship, donna. the absolutely unattainable ridiculous one with the internship at NASA

Donna Noble: WHAT

John Noble: yeah

John Noble: and they’re willing to pay for the accommodation and all

John Noble: they said my thesis was “outstanding, perhaps ground-breaking”

John Noble: i don’t know, Rose took care of the reply because i get illiterate when excited

Donna Noble: oh my God, John, that is … that is amazing

John Noble: yeah but that’s not it yet

John Noble: cause i can technically bring someone with me

John Noble: so Rose applied for this Uni nearby as an exchange student at Diplomacy but she hasn’t got the results yet even though she’s supposed to and she’s worried sick

John Noble: and just, she’s been so supportive and selfless and excited for me.

John Noble: and when i said i don’t want to go without her, she said of course she’s going with me and that someone has to take care of my bionic heart and regulate the caffeine dosage

John Noble: but i know she’s been fine with graduating from our uni and i know she doesn’t want to leave her mum and she’s so sad right now even if she pretends she’s not

John Noble: and i don’t know, maybe i’m supposed to let her go and go to the US alone

John Noble: like maybe she’d be happier here, i mean i’ll be stuck in such a lot of classes most of the time, and she’s got… like family here and friends and a life 

John Noble: and there it’d be just me, which is a Loser who likes stars and is shit at socialising

John Noble: and it’s just, i can’t help but think

John Noble: maybe it’s time for me not to be selfish

Donna Noble:

John Noble: i know it’s a lot but i’ve been struggling with this for a week and i’m just so torn, donna, i don’t know what to do

Donna Noble: oh my GOD john you absolute pillock

Donna Noble: why didn’t you tell me sooner?

Donna Noble: of course you don’t leave her here

Donna Noble: she loves you. and you love her too

John Noble: but that’s just the point

Donna Noble: she’s NOT gonna be happier here if you leave her, john. end of the question.

John Noble: but donna

Donna Noble: shut up and listen

Donna Noble: we’ll do everything in our might to make sure rose gets the place in that American uni so no worries about that

Donna Noble: hell, we’ll draft a petition and have fricken harriet jones sign it

Donna Noble: but like we haven’t spent the last four years trying to make you get together for you now to get heartbroken over stupid nasa

John Noble: you sure?

Donna Noble: yes, i am sure, john

Donna Noble: and we have a MUCH direr problem right now, lemme tell you

John Noble: what? what problem

Donna Noble: well

Donna Noble: i may or may not have mistakenly told everyone

Donna Noble: and by everyone i mean jack martha and mickey

Donna Noble: that rose is pregnant

John Noble: YOU WHAT

Donna Noble: i’m sorry!

Donna Noble: please don’t freak out…?


John Noble: what IF SHE IS

Donna Noble: WHAT

Rose Tyler to Donna Noble: explain to me donna

Rose Tyler: why the bloody hell john’s just come running to me

Rose Tyler: saying that he is not going to ‘screw this up, rose, i’m really not’

Rose Tyler: and declaring he’s ditching NASA for the sake of our unborn baby (!)

Rose Tyler: and it’s loving and stable childhood (!!) among people who love it (!!!)

Rose Tyler: a baby, which might i add, DOESN’T EXIST


Donna Noble: um

Donna Noble: at least you know he’s a keeper, yeah?

Rose Tyler: DONNA

Donna Noble: fine, fine. 

Donna Noble: rose, i’m sorry.  it’s all my fault. i heard your conversation with SJ and just sort of … assumed.

Rose Tyler:

Rose Tyler: is that why jack’s been carrying my stuff all week?

Donna Noble: aye, might be

Rose Tyler: any chance he keeps doing it without thinking i’m pregnant?

Rose Tyler to Defenders of the Earth: guys John and I have to make a public announcement

Jack Harkness: aw here it comes

Jack Harkness: buckle up pumpkins, the big day is here

Rose Tyler: right. so.

Rose Tyler: we are NOT pregnant :D

Jack Harkness: ashdhjd WHAT

Rose Tyler: in case of any further confusion please turn to Donna Noble! aka the root cause of all assumptions!

Donna Noble: yeah

Martha Jones: …Oh thank God.

Martha Jones: I mean, no offence, but that poor child would have been scarred forever.

John Noble: watch it, martha, we’d be AMAZING parents

Jack Harkness: BUT

Jack Harkness: but i read TWO manuals for handling babies! i did a quiz on being able to accept my responsibility and i passed it, i freaking PASSED it

Jack Harkness: please don’t take that away from me

John Noble: jack in all honesty

John Noble: you go and have as many children as you want to with your acceptance of responsibility

John Noble: we give you a blessing

Miserable Lester, Part zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Heeeeeyyyyy, Lia!

Lia! You goddamn millennial slouch! Stop dicking around on your phone and listen up! You’re supposed to be recapping the next chapter of Les Mis!

Aw, Lia, that’s a bunch of boring historico-political junk. You know I’m not interested in that stuff. I thought I’d just jokingly Not Really Recap It At All the way I did with the Waterloo section!

You know, it might be more interesting to you if you bothered reading a couple of Wikipedia articles to give you an actual context. And I suspect having a rudimentary understanding of the political crap involved is going to help you appreciate the next part of the story more. It’s not just prison, personal tragedies, and guiltllucinations anymore, babe! They have like an entire fucking failed revolution or whatever.

Screw you!

Dude, I’m saving you time and effort! It’s a hell of a lot easier to explain something in a funny way when you know at least a little bit about it.

…So you think I should, what, just…read, then Wikipedia this shit until I think I have a handle on what I just read and my eyes aren’t skating over half the text like it’s a roller rink, then try and give a quick rundown?

Pretty much.

Can I at least do it section by section? In small, manageable chunks, you know. Like, one post per Roman Numeral Entry Of VHugz Political Bloviating?

Sure. It’s your blog.



Great! Let’s get to it, shall we?

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cadence - im youngmin


▹ word count: 2191 words
▹ summary: you couldn’t have imagined it in your wildest dreams, but something good manages comes out of the music composition class you should have never taken… and his name is im youngmin. filling this request for college partner!youngmin.

  • warning this is super cliche!!
  • but youngmin is cute and he makes up for that
  • okay let’s get this party started wooo
  • so you’re a college student
  • duh

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Blurred Lines: 4a (decided to split it lol)

Notes: Humor/Angst

Hope it turned out okay, I thought it wasnt that good but oh well wanted to post for you all!! I hope some of you can still enjoy it. It mightve been cause I was sick today im not sure, but my drive was really lackin hahaha

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ignis who knows what seems like everything about plants. he knows which ones are poisonous, which ones have medicinal properties, what kind of potions you can create when performing spells.

he shows prompto how its done, eventually, once the man has a good grasp on the magic humming in his veins and how to properly utilize it. he shows him the proper way to crush herbs, how to follow recipes, how to imbue potions with your own magical essence to create something powerful and uniquely you .

a question pops up during a lesson. “can you make love potions then?” its not a serious inquiry. just from the top of his head, brought on by the countless shows and movies he’s watched in his childhood, the sitcoms where teenagers bought countless charms and recited spells in the hope of attracting the person who caught their eye. when prompto asks, he expects ignis to give one of his witty, ironic responses. one that usually follows whenever prompto asks about some pop culture reference that clearly doesn’t reflect what real life magic is like. however, ignis goes quiet. he’s considering it.

“one could, theoretically,” is the answer. “of course, it’d be rather unsavory.”

prompto gets why. those who can perform magic can subtly influence those without. according to ignis it’s something about the pull of a magician’s mana, some kind of unseen force within that naturally attracts those that lack it. if one is actively trying, they could control another. if one is strong enough (or desperate enough) that kind of sway could reach even those of magical blood.

it’s a sticky subject that ignis avoids speaking about, except in instances to explain how manipulative it is, to mess with another person’s will, and how it’s a practice one should not support.

so prompto, suddenly sheepish about his question, laughs nervously. “ah, i should’ve figured as much.”

ignis studies him for a moment and turns back to the task at hand. unlike the cauldrons and wild fires prompto is used to in cartoons, here ignis works with a pestle and mortar, crushing a combination of herbs into the paste they’ll be working with. the sound of the stone grinding together is relatively loud in the quiet of ignis’ kitchen.

“well,” ignis says after a long moment. “to most they must seem like a great idea, at least in theory. though i think it’s much more rewarding to properly earn someone’s affection, don’t you agree?”

prompto nods, swallowing thickly. he doesn’t miss the subtle turn of ignis’ head towards him when he says it, or the little tilt to the man’s voice akin to the playful way he speaks when he compliments prompto, or when says his name in a breath after having a genuine laugh at a bad joke he told. it’s a little breathless, almost sing song quality that makes prompto’s heart do flips.

“y-yeah? not sure i have much experience there, heh.” of course not, not when you grew up as an outcast, someone who’s always bumbling and clumsy and terrible. he knows now that a lot of it was his budding powers that he hadn’t known about; the power humming about in his body that lashed out when he was upset and made people avoid him, that led him to fail chemistry because chemical reactions worked a little too well and he always caused accidents.

prompto starts to laugh it off. ignis hasn’t stopped grinding yet, eyes set firmly on the stone in front of him. he thinks maybe the man will take the awkward reply as is and disregard the subject, moving on to some explanation to how these plants will become some medical salve. instead ignis’ lips quirk into what is probably the most meek smile he’s ever seen on the man.

“trust me, prompto, when i say you’re well on your way earning that experience.”

by the time prompto has realized the implication of such a reply, sputtering in his usual way when words fail him, ignis had already finished his task, and turns to him to begin the rest of the lesson.

he supposes one doesn’t need a love potion after all.

reasons of ... inactivity?

Hello people,

I talked about it to friends and i realized that no one actually know what’s happening on my side and i was said by the doctor it would help a lot to explain what is going on. So if :

- You’re a patron of mine and would like to know why the heck you have no update
- You’re concerned about your purchase that has yet to come
- You’re wondering why i didn’t reply to a message/mail/text/pidgeon
- Genuinely worried as to why i don’t post that much anymore

Please proceed below the cut. Also feel free to skip this as it is rather personal.

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