you should go see them seriously

you know what really pisses me off? the fact that y’all wanna sit here and fucking pretend that muses with female FC’s aren’t being marginalized in the RPC or like we’ve talked enough about it or like it’s been put to rest or like the posts about it are “tired” because you’ve read it all before, and yet the RPC, PARTICULARLY THE INDIE RPC, continues to perpetuate and engage in the same misogynistic and phobic fucking behaviors they always have. muses with male faceclaims are still being put on a pedestal, still being treated like they’re better than others, still having the entire comm shove themselves thoroughly into their assholes for no other reason than it’s a male fucking FC. you want to pretend we’re done with this but tbh? we’re not. until it fucking stops, we’re not. until it fucking stops, my angry ass is still going to be here getting pissed about it, too.

i’m still seeing people call for banning females in their rules. i’m still seeing people say that the muns of females or characters with female faceclaims must go out of their way to prove they don’t want a “ship” in order for them to write with them. it’s disgusting and it’s not okay and frankly if you lot really think that there isn’t a problem with the misogyny (in a primarily female dominated community let alone), then you need to get your damn heads on straight lmao. 

ALL OFFENSE INTENDED, SERIOUSLY, I HOPE YOU GET OFFENDED, but the notion that people who play female fc’s should be apologetic or fear rejection or be held to a higher standard than those that play male fc’s needs to fucking die. and the people who think it’s cool to perpetuate it while hiding behind the ol’ “OH IT’S MY ONION” excuse need to make a goddamn change or get all the way the fuck out of dodge. thanks that’s all!

The Honest Guide on Preparing for College

I thought it’d be cool and useful to give you guys an “Honest Guide on Preparing for College.” It has all the things you may already know, and then also some things you perhaps don’t. And a bunch of tips that are helpful for preparing for college, but also during college. I’ve been working on this post for months, adding few new tips every now and then so hopefully you guys like it and find it useful! :) I may add more tips from time to time, I’m not sure.

  1. Suffer from acne? Visit a dermatologist to get it under control ASAP. The earlier you start, the earlier you’ll see results! And trust me, you’ll be going bare-faced a lot in college. At least twice a day- morning & night. And you’ll always want to look and feel your best! It sucks to be self-conscious.
  2. Figure out a rough guideline of your morning/ night routine. Your college routine is usually not going to be the exact same as your home routine. Ie: Make up will probably be done in your room, not in the bathroom. If you use makeup often, consider buying a vanity mirror! Very useful. 
  3. You won’t need binders. I brought 3 (1-inch) in case and I hardly use one. It’s more useful to have individual folders for each class. Or even those notebook with tabs inside to hold papers. The point being, the way you organize your work is different in high school. You’re not going to the same 5 periods everyday in college. You have classes that meet MWF, and TTh, etc.
  4. Don’t forget to bring college essentials! Refer to my two posts here (”College Essential Hacks”) and here (”Things I Forgot/ Nearly Forgot to Bring to College”. 
  5. Invest in make-up. In high school, I never wore make-up but now I often wear mascara and light lipstick! I spent countless trips figuring out what shade was best for me and trying out different products. Would’ve been easier to just do this in the comfort of my own home than in college! I’m still a make-up noob though, haha. I can’t even figure out how to apply eyeliner confidently!
  6. Bring clothes you’ll actually wear. 1/3 of the clothes I’ve brought to college were never worn… They just took up closet space!
  7. Bring formal clothes too. You never know what events you’ll go to (including sorority rush, galas, etc). Don’t forget a good pair (or two) of shoes for the outfit!
  8. Realize that the first month-ish of school is the prime time to make new friends. People are more open to making new friends and are more friendly and receptive. Make the most of this!!! I can not stress this enough! Remember that first impressions can stick, so be especially graceful during this period. I would even go so far as to say that you should try to go out to a party in the first few weeks of school for two reasons…. 1) You can see if you fit with the party scene and if you enjoy it. 2) When you attend events early on, people will assume you’re down to go for the rest of the semester and you’ll get invites. (Which you can turn down, of course.)
  9. Keep in touch with old friends! Seriously. Don’t just make new college friends and forget about your old high school friends. Keep in touch! Message them regularly and keep them in the loop! It might seem like a lot of work to message them all the details about something, especially when they are unfamiliar with the people so you have to describe it a lot (Wait, who’s Jim again? What’s your roommate’s name again? etc), but it’s so rewarding to have an old, familiar friend with you as you both experience college together, but separately.
  10. Know your schedule and be on top of this. Be organized. I recommend a planner and also having a print out of your weekly schedule that has your classes and other time commitments. I actually drew my weekly schedule and hung it by my desk. It not only helps me visualize my week, but also lets my roommates know when to expect me. I also use a calendar app very diligently. Whenever I commit to an event, I immediately put it into my calendars (the app, and also my physical calendar in my room). I also inputted the dates and times of my exams/ important assignments from the get-go so I wouldn’t be surprised about when they were. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND INPUTTING THE DATES OF YOUR EXAMS AND DUE DATES OF PAPERS, ETC INTO YOUR CALENDAR ASAP!!!!!!!!
  11. Keep in touch with family. Similar reasoning with #9. But basically, your parents and siblings have lived with you all of your life. They’ll miss you. Text them, call them, facetime them once in a while. Send them a postcard. Buy them college gear. Do little things like this; they’ll really appreciate it!
  12. Don’t be so uptight and remember to be grateful. I feel like I’ve matured greatly in college. I used to have these crazy-high expectations about friendships and stuff, and now, it’s not that I have absurdly low expectations, but I just don’t take everything for granted. I am grateful for anything and everything my friends do for me. They bought me Chipotle? Aww. They reminded me about the review session? So sweet. Basically, don’t take things for granted.
  13. Don’t be that one annoying friend. You know who you are. College is a time where you can really ‘reinvent’ yourself and you should really try to be a ‘better you’ during college. Here are some traits I find annoying, personally… An annoying friend is one who does any or all of these things:
    1. “Forget” to pay a friend back for spotting you. Seriously, we all hate that person who does this and we all really respect that person who is really diligent about paying back someone. So take note. Everyone is on a tight budget in college.
    2. Rants all the time. If you’re ranting all the time and your friend is just listening, you have yourself a freaking awesome friend. Just remember that friendship means you can rant, and your friend can rant back. It’s a two-way street.
    3. Tries to peer pressure others into doing something they like. Okay, I get that you drink and smoke a lot. But you don’t need to feel the urge to ‘convert’ me to doing the same. No means no.
    4. Always bails or is flaky. Freaking annoying.
    5. Takes things too far. We all have that one friend who takes things too far and doesn’t know when to stop….
    6. Too sensitive… But we also may have an uber-sensitive friend who always holds grudges and is a grumpy cat. 
  14. Don’t skip class. Seriously. It doesn’t matter if the lecture is posted online, or if you’ll just get notes from a friend. Or if you already ‘know’ what’s being taught. Just go. Skipping class = lower grades = lower GPA = unhappy you.
  15. Be willing to try new things. This can vary to an extent from person to person. It can be as crazy as asking someone out or trying new food. College is a time of growth, new experiences, and fun times. HOWEVER, don’t do anything that will harm yourself. None of this “yolo” mantra please.
  16. Bring a lot of undies. Shirts and pants can be reworn more than once (within reason), but undies can’t. So save yourself from doing laundry all the time and bring a lot of undies.
  17. Learn to let things go. I used to be that person who held onto grudges. But since starting college, I’ve really begun to realize that life is so much more fun and enjoyable if you don’t let the little things faze you. Learn to let it go. Don’t let what that rude guy said to you this morning stick with you for the whole day. Who cares if you asked someone out and it failed? You don’t need them anyway! You’re too fabulous for them to handle! 
  18. Learn to be confident in yourself. “Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You “- Dr Seuss. Over the years, I’ve found that I’ve grown much more confident and independent. I love it.
  19. Learn how to socialize and be a great conversationalist. Smile and actually pay attention to what they’re saying. Remember what they said and bring it up the next time you see them. Hey, how was your lunch at Gypsy’s with John? It makes people feel special and nice. Use their names in the conversation as often as you can (without it sounding totally awkward and weird). People like hearing their names in conversation. [Btw, I read these facts on a Time article somewhere so its legit.]. People don’t remember what you say, but they remember how you made them feel. So make them feel loved and appreciated. Laugh.
  20. Live and learn through your mistakes. No one’s perfect. So what if you bombed your first midterm? It’s the first of many. Pick yourself up and study harder for the next one. Don’t get all beaten up.
  21. Consider bringing your AP study guide books to college. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve opened my AP Calculus review book from Princeton Review to review and look up things.
  22. Keep track of your meal points. I frequently hear people saying they always have leftover meal points at the end of the year, but maybe it’s because I like to buy a lot of snacks, but I was actually behind on points for half the semester. It’s no big deal–I can easily add more points–, but just don’t be under the illusion that you have unlimited amount of points and can buy whatever you want. Be smart about rationing off your points.
  23. Don’t let one midterm grade affect you. Yeah, you failed that midterm. So what? Just do well on the next ones. There’s nothing you can do about your midterm grade–you can only improve yourself for the future. Have a good cry, rant to friends, watch some Netflix–and then realize the changes you have to make and enforce the changes. 
  24. Pick classes that you’ll enjoy. Don’t pick morning classes (if you can help it) if you’re not a morning person. Don’t take a Drawing/ Painting class if you’re not an artsy person for your Visual Arts requirement–there’s classes like Art History or stuff like that. Be reasonable about the classes you take and how much workload you know you can handle. Not everyone is the same.
  25. Go see your adviser from time to time. Just to make sure you’re on track! Work out a 4-year plan. You don’t want to have any surprises later down the road!
  26. Be careful with labels. Like “best friend” or “favorite person”. Sometimes, these can lead people on unintentionally and you’ll get yourself in awkward and uncomfortable situations where they like you but you don’t like them or something. I learned that it’s just best to call people your “friends” and unless you are really bonded with a person, then call them your best friend. But honestly, if you two are best friends, you kinda just know you are each other’s best friend–it’s a mutual feeling and it doesn’t really need to be said or labeled. I think it’s just best to rid yourself of using labels, honestly. Terms that imply exclusivity can sometimes lead people on. I think you should have a self-check with yourself every month or two and go like, “Okay, where am I at? I really like where I am right now. I could improve on this… etc etc. Let’s see the friends I’m close to… Do I think any of them likes me? I don’t want to unintentionally lead them on.” Just stuff like that.
  27. Understand your finances for college. Including scholarships, how much you’re paying, how much you’re working (if applicable), etc. Just be on top of all your money stuff! 
  28. Don’t go out and eat out a lot. I ate out a lot during freshman year. Too much. I had no regrets during the moment but now looking back, I just imagine all of the money I could’ve saved if I didn’t eat out…. :( You can save so much money by reducing how much you eat out.
  29. Be financially conscious and be mindful of how much you spend. There are plenty of hangouts you and your friends can do that don’t require money or that much money. Examples: movie nights, picnics, checking out the campus botanical garden, going sightseeing in the city, cooking dinner together, etc. Just because it costs money doesn’t mean it will always be fun, memorable or worth it–something to remind yourself of! In addition, shoot for quality over quantity. Buy a $50 pair of Rainbows sandals that will last for years, instead of flimsy, cheaply made sandals that will break after a couple of uses. Splurge on that North Face jacket–you’ll be wearing it a lot and it’s versatile and will last you years. Now that I buy groceries and cook for myself, I’ve definitely come to appreciate the value of the dollar.
  30. Realize how small the world is and how connected everything is. Don’t talk shit about people. Seriously. The person you’re complaining about may have a friend who is taking a class with the person you’re telling to. Or the person you’re telling it to may have a friend who has a friend who knows the person. If it’s one thing that keeps coming up in my time here, it’s that everyone seems to know everybody (or is a friend of a friend). So limit your shit-talking, secret-sharing, gossip talk to only your trusted confidants. Seriously, though. As you go through college, you’ll come to notice that many people will reappear in your classes because of being in the same major, and more. The world is small, y’all. Don’t be reckless.

If you really think about it belly buttons are the wildest shit ever.

10

The Veterans on The Last Five Years (x)

Miche: So, it’s been five years since Wall Maria was compromised.

Erwin: Yeah, time really flies… doesn’t it?

Hange: You where only a section commander like me back then, and now you’re the commander.

Erwin: I am pretty sure I wasn’t the only qualified candidate, but I was the only one not lost to the titans. And it wasn’t just them, either. We’ve lost a lot of soldiers these last five years.

Levi: I suppose you’re here to make sure their deaths weren’t in vain.

Hange:  Indeed, but their deaths weren’t in vain. Our research into Titans has advanced dramatically since then.

Erwin: More time and sacrifice will be required to retake Wall Maria. Will you join me on that journey?

Miche: What are you talking about?

Levi: Seriously…

Hange: I’m with you one-hundred percent! So, Erwin… About using the whole Scout Regiment for more Titan captures…

Erwin: …That’s not going to happen.

No Regrets

An Adrienette one-shot

“Girl, why are you in such a rush?” Alya asked, watching her best friend gather her things in a hurry.

“I forgot about something!” Marinette fretted, dropping her bag in the process. Which caused all the things she’d gathered to spill out.  “Shoot,” she muttered under her breath, “I’m such a klutz!”

“Whoa, girl, relax.  What could you have forgotten about that can cause this much panic?  I haven’t seen you this scatter-brained since high school!” Alya astonished, joining Marinette on the ground to help her clean up.

Marinette sighed, putting the final piece in her bag again and looked at Alya.  They were both knelt down on the floor and Marinette blew a piece of hair from her face.  “I—Well… I’m meeting Adrien.”

Alya gave her a deadpanned look.  “With whom you’re married to… what’s the big deal about meeting with your husband?” she asked.

“It’s not the meeting with him part, it’s just—ya know.  We’re looking for a house… and… I dunno,” Marinette dug through her bag for her keys, mumbling something about needing a brighter keychain.  

Alya looked at the table they had been sitting at to see her friend’s keys lying there.  She picked them up and jingled them in front of Marinette’s distracted face.  “Here,” she said, hearing Marinette utter out a “Thank you.”  Alya crossed her arms and stared curiously at her friend.  “What’s the big deal?  You’re looking for a house.  Something every married couple does… Haven’t you dreamed about this for like, your whole life, or something?” Alya asked.

Marinette shrugged and looked away from her friend, “Well, I mean, yeah.  But, like, it’s still a little soon, isn’t it?”

Alya furrowed her brows, “You’ve been married for 3 months.  So no, it’s not ‘too soon.’  Getting a house is good.  You’ve been crashing in his mouse-sized apartment, which, if I do recall, doesn’t allow for a roommate.”

Marinette bit her fingers, “Yeah, we’ve been ignoring the calls about that…”

“What’s the real issue here?” Alya asked, reaching out for Marinette’s shoulder, “Are you alright?”

Marinette slid from her grasp, looking worriedly at her phone.  “Y-you’re probably right!  I’m just crazy.  This is Adrien,” she said as she lifted her phone, “Gotta take it!”

Alya watched her friend go with a wild expression, “Oh…kay… see ya later, then?”

Marinette pushed the coffee shop door open with her shoulder, holding her phone in one hand and her drink in the other.  “Hey, hon,” she said, “Yeah, I’m on my way.  No, I didn’t forget, I’m just running a bit late.  Yeah, bad traffic.  Uh huh.  Okay.  Yup, see you in a few.  I love you too.  Bye.”  She hung up and stuffed her phone in her purse, grabbing her keys and hopping into her car.  

“Alya’s right,” she told herself, “This is good.”

-o-o-o-o-

“Okay, on to house number three!” Adrien said enthusiastically, buckling up his seat-belt.  “That last one was cool, though, huh?  What did you think, Mari?  You were pretty quiet in there…”  He looked over at his wife to see her staring numbly out the window.  “Marinette?”

She blinked and turned to him, looking dazed, “I’m sorry, I was zoned out.  What?” She asked.

Adrien frowned, “I asked if you were okay,” he said, reaching out to touch her forehead.  “Are you sick?  Do you have a fever?  Maybe we should go home…”

“Oh no, I’m not sick,” Marinette brushed him off.  “Tired is all.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Positive,” she smiled at him.

“Alright.  So, what’d you think of the house?” he asked.

“It was okay,” she said.  “It’s expensive, though.”

Adrien shrugged, “Well, money’s not an issue, so don’t pay attention to the price tag, okay?  We’ll get whatever we need and whatever works.”

Marinette looked at her husband with a clumsy smile, “The money you got from your father is suppose to be for retirement, isn’t it?  That was your plan, right?”

Adrien looked at her with a gentle smile before looking back at the road, “Plans can change.”

Anxiety squeezed Marinette’s chest, “You should save it.”

“Mari, don’t worry.  Even if we went all in and bought the whole house now, I’d still have plenty left over.  Besides, I’m gonna put what we don’t spend in a retirement plan.”  He reached out to touch her knee gently, “Your worried, and it isn’t about the money…”

“I’m not worried, it’s just an expensive house—“

“Marinette, what’s wrong?” he came to a stop at a street light.  

“Nothing,” she said, crossing her arms stubbornly.

“Come on, Mari, what’s eating at you?” He pushed.

She nodded towards the windshield of the car, “The light’s green.”

He huffed, “I’m not going until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Adrien you can’t—there’s people behind us,” she turned around in her seat to see a frustrated wave from the car behind them followed by a honk.  “Adrien, seriously!  Go!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.  Normally I wouldn’t push because I don’t need to know sometimes, but this is clearly about us, and that I should know.  So what’s wrong?” He pushed the car into park to prove his point.

“Adrien, we don’t have time—“

“Are you having regrets?” he blurted out, his voice calm.  Marinette knew this voice, but she’d never personally experienced it.  It was his business voice.  The voice he used at professional parties, or conversations with co-workers.  It was his father’s voice.

“…Regrets?” She repeated numbly, looking him in the eye.  The angry honks and yells began to fade out.

He nodded, “Yeah, regrets.  About us,” his eyes and face stoic; he was like a wall.  But Marinette could see clearly behind it.  He was hurt.

“N-no!  No, of course not!  I could never regret this,” she gestured between them.  “It’s just…”

“What?”

“Will you?” she ask carefully.  Looking away from him.

“Will I what?” He asked, tilting his head.  His once calm voice became lathered in frustrated confusion.  A car swerved around them, giving them a pleasant curse and honk as he passed, followed by more cars.

“Will you regret this?” she asked.  He didn’t respond.  “Maybe not now, and maybe not next year or the year after that, but… maybe in ten years.  When I’m older, and less exciting.  Maybe you’ll look back at it all and realize that it was when you decided to marry me that things started to go wrong.  That, in ten years you’ll regret loving me and how you bought a fancy house and used up your money,” she hadn’t noticed until now, but she was crying.  She could tell because a tear had fallen onto her hand.  “After all, you said it yourself!  Plans change, and I don’t want you to regret this—“

She felt large hands envelop her own small ones.  She didn’t dare look up to see the man who was holding them though.  She couldn’t.  

“Hey,” he said gently, leaning over to kiss her wet cheek.  “I could never regret this,” he said, but she looked unconvinced, offering him a lazy shrug and a mumbled, “Maybe.”

“I love you,” he said, baffled.  She didn’t move.  He huffed, thinking of what to say.  “Now, if I remember correctly,” he began, “I had a crush on you first,” he said.

“You had a crush on Ladybug, not Marinette,” she pointed out.

“And you had a crush on a model, not Chat Noir,” he countered.  “I agree, things can change.  We changed, but it was for the better, right?”  

“But—“

“For better or worse,” he repeated their wedding vows.  “Now, I take that seriously.  Even if there comes a ‘worse,’ I’ll never regret it.  Because I love you.  We chose each other.”  He gently pulled her chin to look her in the eyes.  “The only thing I could ever regret would be not marrying you.  To not share a life with you.  To have kids and grow old with you.”

She blinked and smiled at him, “Kids?” she asked.

“Kids,” he nodded, glad she was smiling.  “I’m serious, Mari.  About you.  About this.”

She leaned in to kiss him.  Soft and sweet, short and simple.  “Thank you,” she mumbled.  

He kissed her nose and leaned back.  “But,” he said, putting their car back in drive and looking to see the light had turned red again.  “If Nino confesses his love to me, I may just run into the sunset with him,” he said, acting serious.

“Oh my gosh,” Marinette shoved him with a laugh, “You’re a dork.”

“But you love me,” he winked at her.

“Maybe…” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“And I love you.”

“Yeah,” she smiled.


Read the rest of my one shots here!

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Dreamer Roxy Cosplay:
Photographer: it’s my mum (thanks mum)
Cosplayer: me (@participlepotato)

Mutie Credit: @firegodjr (thanks for the cat)

Another day of #potato does cosplay, this time at the local library!
Seriously, the best lighting and fancy chairs.
Well, maybe not the fanciest chairs. Hotels have them beat.
Made a little photoshoot of it though!
Messed around with some filters to try and get my lenses to show up, but most they look a bit muddy.
This cosplay will be going to Gen Con on Saturday as well! Hope to see you there!

Instagram in case you care: momma_molotov

(Wow thanks tumbl for that a+ crop)

Gemma doesn't like you part 2

A/N: hi my loves! As requested, here is part 2 to ‘Gemma doesn’t like you’ . Thank you all so much for enjoying part 1 and for your feedback. I hope this is up to your standards and is okay. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors. Please feel free to send in your feedback, love hearing from you all. Happy reading!

Part 1:http://ashisbaeee.tumblr.com/post/163704581446/gemma-doesnt-like-you

He immediately noticed you left the party without saying a word to him about your whereabouts. Even in his drunken state he noticed you were gone. At first he thought you had just gone to the bathroom, but after a while, he knew something was wrong. So of course, Harry being Harry, he stumbled away from the group with phone in hand, making it his mission to find where you went. To his disappointment he didn’t catch you in the bathroom. Maybe you went back to the group he thought. Upon arriving at the private section where the rest of the bunch were, he saw you weren’t there as well. Where the hell did you go? he thought to himself. He briefly stepped out and tried to call and text you to no avail. With a sigh, he reluctantly went back inside. Concern rang through his mind, just as he was about to get up and leave, a person went on the loudspeaker. With the final call for drinks before closing time, he brushed it off and resumed to chugging some more shots back, ending his birthday bash with a bang. Oh was he going to regret that the next day. That was going to be some hangover. He had asked Gemma about you and if she had seen you leave but of course she denied it. Out of sight out of mind right? She was glad that you were gone with such ease, although a part of her wished you put up a fight for the dramatics.

••••2 weeks later••••

14 days, 336 hours, that’s how long it’s been since you last saw/spoke to Harry.
He was hysterical. He didn’t know where you were, if you were safe, nothing. Like you had disappeared into thin air.

After you had left the club, you told your cab driver to drop you off at the nearest hotel by the airport. Once you got to your room, you jumped on your laptop in search of the earliest flight back home. The earliest one was at 1am the next day, so of course you booked it. You safely landed home, (without being seen) and quickly phoned your parents about where you currently were and to not worry about you. You stayed at a local motel that was about a 45 minute drive from your family home.

Throughout the 2 weeks, you were bombarded with a million and one texts, missed calls, voicemails and even emails. All coming from the one who you cared for the most. You thought that as days went on, he would get the hint and the calls and texts would decrease but to your dismay, it was the total opposite. The more you ignored him, the more he tried to reach out to you.

time skip


It has been about a couple of months now and that was when the calls and texts started to dwindle, at first calls, texts came in by the hour everyday but changed to every other day then to once a week then once a month to now almost non existent. Just because you never answered him didn’t mean you didn’t see it. You read every text, listened to every voicemail, read and reread every email. A part of you longed for him, to let him know the truth but you knew it was going to make the situation worse than it currently is.

You haven’t spoken to anyone since this all happened. Although you never once replied to Harry, you checked up on him regularly through social media and the news. Once word got out that you weren’t together, Harry went on a downward spiral. He missed important meetings, and cancelled interviews. He refused to leave his apartment only to be bombarded with questions about the relationship. To say he was a mess would be an understatement.

Two months later, you find yourself still being a complete and utter mess. One night, just as you were going to bed you heard a ‘ding’ meaning you received a text. You rolled your eyes as to who would be up in this ungodly hour at 4am.

unknown number: hi Y/N, I don’t really know what time it is your end but I apologize if it is at some ungodly hour. It’s me Gemma, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me because of Harry’s birthday, but please, talk to him. Let him know that you’re okay if you are and if you aren’t let him know. He’s been driving himself off the wall, he’s missed so many interviews and isn’t himself, he’s so worried about you. I actually want to talk about the night of his party. When you left, I was stoked. I had my brother all to myself after months of not seeing him. We could catch up and I didn’t have to worry about our time being cut short whenever someone came to greet him or if you were by his side the whole night. Anyways, to make a long story short, he eventually found out that I was the one who told you to leave. He was furious. It accidentally slipped the next day when we were home. He kicked me out of his house and told me to never speak to him again. We haven’t talked for a solid 2 months now. I truly hope you’re okay.

You read and reread the text again. Why is she texting you? And how did she even get your phone number? She made it clear as day that she absolutely despised you and here she was texting you hoping you were okay and whatnot. Like no! You are not okay! You decided that the next time Harry texted/called you, you were going to pick up to tell him you were in a safe place and that you were okay and how he needed to talk to his family.

Just then you received another text. unknown number: sorry Y/N, I was wondering if you’d like of course if we could meet up so I can properly apologize and tell you everything’s that happened. I completely understand if don’t want to. But I’d like to do this for Harry’s sake.

of course she’d use the Harry card

and to no surprise you didn’t sleep that night. I mean who could after receiving a text from their ex’s sister?! After she was the one who ruined the relationship?!!

Reluctantly, after weeks of pondering her offer over and over, you agreed to talk. Now you were back home and she was in London. This was to happen face to face and not on a phone/ Skype call. So after getting the details, she was going to fly to you and you were to meet up at a hole in the wall cafe. You scheduled to meet at 2.

You arrived there early and found a quiet little area for you both. As you waited for her, the more hesitant you became. Were you doing the right thing? Your palms started to become clammy and you felt like you were going to pass out. Shortly after, you saw her coming into the cafe. You stiffened and stood up so that she’d be able to see you. She went up to the counter and placed an order. After getting her tea and pastry, she walked up to your table.

“Hi Y/N. sorry I’m a bit late. ”

“Hi, no, you’re fine, I just got here as well.”

Talk about awkward. You could totally feel the tension in the air.

Gemma then proceeds to talk about that night, and the aftermath the next day while going through that hellish hangover. And how her brother had kicked her out of his house and told her to never speak to him again. She knows she’s the root of all of this but she still stands her ground.

Gemma: “look, I know I caused this but can you blame me? I’m so sick and tired of watching my brother fall head over heels for someone only to be hurt in the end. I was the one who picked him back up and told him that the right one was going to come. I was looking out for him. I knew the moment I saw you, you were going to do exactly what the rest did. And I sure as hell made it my mission to stop this train wreck before more time was wasted and to spare Harry from all the negativity. ”

Had she thought so little of you? You thought to yourself.

Y/N: “look, I know you are looking out for Harry, but you refuse to give me a chance. I knew how hesitant he was before we got into the relationship but we worked through it. We got to know each other. He knew I saw him as Harry and not as Harry Styles. He was so sure that we would get along well before he actually introduced me to your mom. I know he takes into consideration both of your opinions.“ by then, you were cut off.

G: “you can’t seriously be playing the ‘I got to know him for the real him instead of Harry Styles’ card. Everyone’s done it. Just stop the charades. I call bull when I see it. He should know by now a genuine person when meets them.” she roared.

you inhaled deeply. With tears welling in your eyes, you spoke.

“ look, I don’t think this is going anywhere. I understand that you’re looking out for him but that doesn’t give you the right to judge me. You don’t even know me. I see that you want to fix your relationship with your brother, so do that. I know nothing I say or do will change your mind about me and now I don’t really care. You can think what you want. But what I had with your brother was real. So you can go back to London, call your brother and tell him we spoke. Whatever. You do whatever to fix your relationship, you can’t do this to your mom. It’s killing her to know that her children aren’t on speaking terms. ”

G: “ don’t you bring my mum into this. You don’t even know her, you never had the chance to meet her so don’t go bloody talking about her like you know her” she seethed. She threw her mug unto the floor. The sound of glass breaking echoing in the little cafe; earning a few stares from the other patrons.

EXO Reaction when their girl wins the sassy/roast fight with Sehun/Chen/Baekhyun

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

“Ohh… I see you pulled the sassy card jagi! I’m proud of you! Teach them who’s in charge!”

Kris:

“Did you guys seriously thought you could win? No one beats my baobei. You should know better! She has the best teacher in the whole galaxy, me.” *Adding lemon to the wound, ouch xD*

Sehun:

“She beat me… I should have guessed… I’m the one who taught her… I better surrender with dignity” *well he knows his fights*

Tao:

*Probably the best fight he has seen in centuries. Better than going to the movies* “Go baobei go! You can do it!”

Kai:

“Guys.. pleae don’t start another fight. We already know who’s going to win.. she is the definitions of sassiness”

Xiumin:

*Just watching* “Are they really… righting… over who’s sassiest…. Should I intervene.. no no.. I don’t want to be in the middle… I’ll have a chat with the boys tho”

Baekhyun:

*Without words* “I just… did I just… lose? No.. but… I can’t even… talk…”

Luhan:

*Teams up* “Yeah guys! You better leave my baobei alone! We are a very sassy couple!”

Chen:

“AH WAE! I thought I could win… fine fine.. you win this time.. ahh… but the WAE tittle is still mine!”

Kyungsoo:

*HE knows there’s no point in even defending you from them. They already know, you are even scarier sometimes XD* “That’s my girl, show them what you got”

Lay:

“Why are they even fighting… like… she won the moment they opened their mouths… we already know that…” 

Suho:

“Jagi… I want to offer you a job… would you… help me watch over them… like.. a babysitter… please…” 

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Lance being the one to find Matt and Sam Holt, and him just surprising Pidge and Shiro after the mission please!!!

Awww this was so sweet to write. I hope you enjoy!


           Lance hadn’t stopped grinning the entire flight. He could feel Blue purring, matching his exuberance, while the two dazed former prisoners clung to the back of his chair. He touched down in the hangar with a flourish and turned to face them. It was almost eerie how much Matt looked like Pidge, except for the hollowness in his cheeks and the skinniness of his limbs that indicated his months of imprisonment. He could see the similarities in Sam Holt’s face as well, though it was older and squarer, lines digging deep into his forehead and around his eyes. He stood up, pulled his helmet off, and spread his arms.

           “Welcome to the Castle of Lions, the one and only base of operations for Voltron and headquarters of the Galra resistance!” He took a bow, just for good measure. “And I have some people who are going to be VERY excited to see you two. If you would just follow me…” Sam and Matt glanced at each other, and hesitantly shuffled after him. They both squinted up at the high vaulted ceiling of the hangar, trying to make out their surroundings without their glasses. Lance cheeks hurt from how wide he was smiling. He paused by the door.

           “I told them to come meet me at the hangar when we got back so they should be arriving right… about… now.” He flung open the door to see Pidge and Shiro still halfway down the hallway, meandering towards him and chatting aimlessly. “Guys!” he shouted, waving his arms. “Come on, guys, I swear, you’re really going to want to see this—!”

           “Did you find another ‘cool asteroid’ that isn’t actually anything statistically impressive?” Pidge asked. “Because if so—”

           “I found something so much better than an asteroid, Pidge. Seriously, guys, get down here.”

           “We’re coming, we’re coming,” Shiro said.

           “We just took down an entire fleet, Lance, relax,” Pidge said, rolling her shoulders. “Give us a breather.”

           “Come on,” he whined. “I promise you guys want to—”

           “Katie?” Sam had stepped around Lance, out into the hallway, and Matt followed him. “Shiro?” Pidge and Shiro froze where they stood.

           For a moment, nothing happened, and then from one blink to the next the four had all crashed into each other in the hallway, in a confusion of limbs and hugs and tears and a hundred thousand questions pouring out. Pidge had her face buried in her brother’s shoulder, shaking with sobs of relief. Shiro had his human hand on Sam’s shoulder, gripping it as if he couldn’t quite believe he was real. Lance whistled softly as he retreated back into the hangar, pulling the door softly shut behind him, leaving them their privacy. He patted Blue on the claw and grinned up at her.

           “We did good today, Blue. We did good today,” he said.

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Brooks Brown talks about Rachel Scott 

“Where does your faith in God come from? ” I asked. “After all, you don’t see God, right? So how can you be sure that he really exists?” “I can see him,” she replied. “I know that God is real. I know it in my heart. You can only believe in what you know to be true. You know your own truth. I know mine. Everyone should be able to find that within themselves.” “But with most Christians I know, it’s not like that,” I said. “They think their way is the only way to live, and when you tell them you don’t agree then they’ll just tell you that you’re going to hell. I mean, seriously—do you believe that it’s your role as a Christian to try and save everyone else?” Rachel shook her head. “It’s not about that for me,” she said. “I’m not trying to go out there and convert people. I just want to be an example. I want to live my life for God, and let other people take from that whatever they want.” 

I took a drag of my cigarette, mulling that over. “You ever read the Tao Te Ching?” I asked.  Rachel shook her head no. “Well, basically it argues that the greatest teacher teaches without teaching,” I continued. “ I don’t know. You kind of sound like you’re not so much Christian as Taoist.” Rachel didn’t say anything. She just smiled. 

It amazed me. The fact that we could sit there, two people on such opposite sides of the spectrum of faith, and talk openly about our differences the way that we did—it wasn’t something I’d seen before at Columbine. I couldn’t get over how open and honest Rachel Scott was. In my mind, Rachel was an example of what the ideal Christian should be.”  (No Easy Answers, 2002)

BTS Reacting to Their S/O Being Almost 9 Months Pregnant and Being Insecure

Request by Anon:  BTS reacting to their s/o being almost 9months pregnant & him thinking that she’s even more beautiful because she’s carrying their child??


I love this scenario! Honestly, it was kinda challenging to write something different for each one beacause the boys would love you so much if you’re carrying their child and think you are always beautiful so I decided to make it a mix of a dabble and a reaction. I love this reaction so much and giggled the whole time to myself while writing this that my parents had to check up on me three times! Anyways enjoy you guys!


Taehyung: This guy… (sigh). He is the perfect definition of an over worrying expecting father. This guy will follow each step you make thinking even stepping too hard might you and your baby. He would ask you what you’re craving until he will be the reason you lose your appetite. JK ( not Jungkook. See what I did there). Seriously though he will do anything you ask of him and tell you how beautiful you are and that you guys should have more babies to keep that bright glow on your face. (You know he wants to have a lot of kids). You wouldn’t even have the thought of having any insecurities because he will erase them before you even have them (by flowering you with kisses). Overall, this guy is going make an amazing father and a husband. (Is it obvious that he’s my bias?)

Him grabbing your face randomly to show you how much he loves you. 

Jungkook: This guy being the maknae, he will most likely have a child after at least some of his hyungs have their own families. He would take that as an advantage and ask his hyungs everything he has to do while his S/O is pregnant. The rest of BTS who have faced the various mood swings, cravings, and morning sickness will tell him the most important thing was to make sure she still feels beautiful in his eyes. Then he would be like, “But she’s always beautiful to me.” The rest of BTS will be like, “Yeah, but she needs to hear it from you idiot!” He would tell you you’re beautiful at least 10 times a day after that. He would say it to the point you would be creeped out, but he just wants to make sure he does everything right. (This nervous bunny. He acts confident, but we all know him that he’s a cute little bunny on the inside)

Originally posted by sugataecups

When Jimin tells him to never come empty handed when his S/O is craving something, and Taehyung’s like oh yeah I totally forgot about that, and Jungkook is like “wow seriously?”

J-Hope: Another follower. This guy would have a smile plastered on his face the minute he heard you were pregnant with his baby. He would comfort you whenever you have morning sickness and make sure you ate healthily. If you start having any doubts about how you look to him because you have a baby bump? You are in for it. He will go on for at least an hour on how much he loves you no matter how you look. In fact seeing your baby bump makes him fall more in love with you. This sweetheart will make you cry from how much he loves you.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

His excited face every time you go get an ultrasound. 

Namjoon: I don’t know why, but I’m picturing him with glasses the whole time (I have a weird interest towards guys with glasses- you know the ones that idols wear a lot). He would be writing some lyrics (about you) as you sigh and rub your belly. At first, he wouldn’t notice, but as you seem to smile less and less as the months went, he would understand that you’re feeling insecure (with the help of the other boys and the internet). I think he would be the most direct about how he feels from all the boys. He would straight out tell you how amazing you are, and he loved the fact that there’s going to be a half Namjoon and half you running around the house. He would then show you the new songs he wrote to serenade you. (I don’t know why but I’m imagining this in a study room)

Originally posted by taetaehyungs

He looks so good with glasses!

Jin:J I can imagine it. You suddenly not eating because you think it will add to the weight you gained from the baby bump. He would notice immediately because you normally eat his food in one mouthful. You wouldn’t even have to tell him he would just know. He would kneel in front of you, make you face him, and hold your hand. “I love you. Thank you for taking care of our baby. He/she is so lucky to have a wonderful mother, and I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful woman to call mine. Now, what are you craving for? ” He would say it in a way that you wouldn’t feel he said it because he noticed your insecurities, which is even better.

Originally posted by allforbts

Imagine him doing this while he cooks for you. (I’m cringing, but happy just thinking about it)

Yoongi: He would totally take you to his studio and play music for you and your baby to listen. He would want his baby to know his passion towards music and want his child to share the same passion. If he feels that you feel bad about your pregnant self, he would write songs about how beautiful you are to him no matter what. He would be upset that he thinks that of yourself, especially with your child approaching. Although he’s not a guy that expresses himself externally, he will make sure you know how much he loves you and your unborn child. (This guy… he’s a romantic underneath all that sarcastic layers).

Originally posted by exoticmaknae

Imagine Tae was your child. (I just love this gif. Yoongi looks like he’s so used this that he gave up being annoyed. Well if you can beat em, smile at their cuteness) 

Jimin: If you’re pregnant with his child, I’m sure your relationship with him would be public. He would want to take walks with you to take a break from life and low-key (more like high-key) show off his wife carrying his child (because you’re so beautiful and he wants others after you to get the hint). You would refuse because you’re self-conscious about your weight and that it would embarrass him. He’d start laughing when he hears that. “You’re kidding me right? I think we need to take you for an eye check up,” he’d lift your chin with one hand and place his other hand on your belly, ”because all I see is a radiant goddess standing in front of me”

Originally posted by bangtanboyvines

His smile (Swoon!!!!). You’re one lucky person if you end up with this fluff ball. 

Scavenger Hunt

Summary: A bachelorette party scavenger hunt forces the reader to approach the hottest guy she sees at the mall…

warnings: none, just fluff

word count: ~1900

You walked quickly into the shopping mall, your giggling friends surrounding you.  Damn them and their bachelorette party games.

You were a bridesmaid for one of your best friends from college, Katie, who you were really glad hadn’t picked you to be her maid of honor because frankly, you weren’t one to plan a bachelorette party.  She’d chosen one of your other best friends Rachel to take the all-important position, and now you were seriously regretting it.

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Final preview for my @risquezine​ piece

Y-you should concider buying the zine. It’ll be worth it for sure!! ╰(◉ᾥ◉)╯!!

Cruel or Clever

Originally posted by natpekis

Pairings: Bucky / Reader

Warnings: Lots of mentioned Violence and HurtReader! 

AN: Still on a role for producing Bucky oneshots, if anyone has any requests or ideas for other stories for him then give me a message i’m open to requests! 

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You were stood at the back of the jet away from the others as you looked into the small bathrooms mirror. You were a mess, bruises covered your face and skin, vanishing under the material of your already ripped shirt. Dried blood crusted around your nose where it was starting to scab up.

You looked like you’d gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson. You completely refused to let Natasha look at your injuries insisting that you were fine and all you needed to do was clean yourself up and you’d be fine. You’d also completely vetoed the idea of getting a scan on your ribs, you were fine and did not need the others fussing over you right now.

Sighing you carefully reached over and took the towel you’d been letting soak in the sink out, pressing the now hot comforting material to your eye socket. You were lucky it hadn’t broken with the force that the HYDRA soldier had slammed you into the wall. Thinking about that guard again made you shiver slightly, at the time you hadn’t been afraid of him, to concerned with keeping Peter out of trouble and trying to protect the people that the insane HYDRA staff had trapped.

Now though, with the adrenaline gone from your system you were beginning to realise just how much trouble you could have been in, HYDRA were a group of fanatics and you were lucky that they hadn’t simply decided to put a bullet in your brain rather than keeping you around to try and ‘play’ with their new toy.

“Y/N?”

You didn’t respond to the voice behind you, you’d been waiting for Bucky to build up to whatever lecture he’d want to give you, so his appearance wasn’t exactly a surprise. What did actually surprise you was that he’d waited as long as he had before coming over to you.

“Here” he didn’t wait for your permission simply reached out and took the towel off of you titling your face up to gently press it to the bruises himself. “you look a mess”

“I know” you finally responded. “I feel it as well” His touch was gentle and you were having to remind yourself not to lean into him too much, after all you weren’t ready to admit to Bucky that you wanted him just as much as he so obviously wanted you.

Bucky’s mouth twitched at that “why did you do it?”

You looked up at him with your one good eye. “wouldn’t you have?”

Bucky looked like he was seriously trying to contain his anger for which you were grateful, the lecture you figured you could deal with, but anger at what you’d done would only set off your hanging by a thread temper, especially because you knew full well that the anger was likely to be based on your gender.

“I know you would have done the same Bucky, so I don’t see the difference. It was going to be one of us, should I have let them take Peter?” You glanced into the jet’s main area where Peter was sat staring at a book, he obviously wasn’t reading it though because he’d been on the same page since you all took off. “The kid can barely deal with getting an injection without passing out”

Bucky didn’t answer this time just moved the towel from your face to stare at you, taking in every single mark on your skin.

Each one had ripped through him, he’d been crazed at hearing that man hurt you over the comm channel when there was nothing he could do to protect you. Bucky had known for a long time that his feelings towards Y/N had started to change, at first the crazy ass girl had simply confused him, completely unlike any woman he’d ever met, it hadn’t taken long for you to get into his head though.

You had become the only thing he could think about sometimes, your face the first and last thing he thought of at night, so he’d known but hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself that he loved you.

He did now though, every one of those marks on you was driven deep into his heart and he hurt for you more than he thought was possible. He’d wanted to rip all of the HYDRA scum into pieces and the force of that want had scared him on some levels

Carefully so as not to hurt you more he traced the pattern of bruises on your neck with his finger, on of the bastards had held your throat tight enough to leave visible hand prints on your skin.

“It killed me Y/N” he admitted “to hear him do this and know that there was nothing I could do about it”

You brought your hand up to squeeze his wrist suddenly absorbed with the look of your smaller hands against his skin. How your fingers wouldn’t meet around his forearm even if you tried.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that” you whispered, looking up at him “I’m alright Bucky” you tried to smile but then winced when it pulled at the cut on your lip which just made you laugh. “There’s nothing that won’t heal with time. I know I look like crap now, and I probably will do tomorrow as well and maybe even the day after that as well, but I’ll heal. I’m tough” you squeezed his wrist once more letting go of him and moving around him before going back out into the main portion of the jet.

You slipped into the seat beside Peter. Peter who had been actively trying to avoid eye contact with you since you’d all gotten onto the jet.

“Hey” you said softly nudging his shoulder with your own “you gonna sulk the whole way home?”

“Sulk?” that got an indignant glare out of him as he looked over at you, his eyes catching the cuts and bruises and instantly moving away again. “I’m not sulking” he insisted.

“Peter” You reached over and took his hand “this is not your fault”

He gave up pretending to read his book instead staring at your hand in his own. You were so small and dainty, he’d let those HYRDA guards take you and hurt you. He was the man, he should have spoken up but instead he’d let you get hurt.

“I should have done something” he whispered.

You squeezed his hand “but then I wouldn’t get to guilt trip you into doing all the jobs I don’t want to do for the next few months”

Peter’s mouth dropped open again as he glared at you, you smiled with the side of your mouth that wasn’t cut up “I’ll heal Peter, no permanent damage and I already have Bucky being all caveman about everything, don’t make me get righteously angry about your lack of equality as well”

Peter couldn’t help the smile that slipped onto his face at the mention of Bucky’s rage. “You know why he’s angry right?”

You grinned but this time it was slightly tinted with evil “I know” you admitted “but he can sweat a bit longer”

“Everyone knows you feel the same way about him”

“Actually, everyone doesn’t know” You corrected him leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder Peter moving slightly so you could get more comfortable on him.

“He doesn’t know” he heard you whisper making Peter smile once more.

“Cruel”

“Clever” you corrected him “you make a good pillow Peter” you shifted a little to look up at him “mind if I go to sleep like this?”

Peter shook his head “go ahead”

You yawned and then winced at the pull on the cuts on your face. You did however close your eyes and soon Peter felt you relax against him.

It was over half an hour later that he realised what you’d done, he didn’t feel guilty anymore, somehow talking about Bucky and then the sleepy admission that you needed him to help you sleep had allowed him to feel useful again. He smiled, looking down at your sleeping face. You really were a genius.

Temporary Fix - William Nylander

“you can call me when you feel like i’m your good time / i’ll be your temporary fix / you can call me; i’m always what you like / let me be your good night”

inspiration: temporary fix by one direction and my type by saint motel

lowercase intended

word count: 1944

warnings: cursing, suggestive comments

a/n: not requested, but i really like this. i definitely think i could write more parts to this. let me know if you like it!

Originally posted by keepiteasywilly

you never drank tequila. it got you too drunk too fast, and almost always led you to make bad decisions that you regretted in the morning. you only drank it when you trusted who you were with or you just really, really wanted to get drunk.

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All Overwatch ships are Good™.

So can we stop arguing and just let people enjoy things for once?

I’ve had to block seven anti-gency blogs/people who post hate in the Gency tag. And that was just today.

This is seriously getting ridiculous. Can you guys just learn to let people be?

Pharmercy is great. Gency is great. Genyatta is great. I ship all three. On different levels, but I ship them.

McHanzo is great. McGenji is great. Shim//ada//cest isn’t great because it’s incest, but you don’t see me running into their tag and telling them to kill themselves.

Reaper76 is great. Ana76 is great. Anahardt is great. PolySoldiers is great.

Symmarah is great. Junkmetra is great. Roadrat is great.

Som.va is great. Zen Hack is great. Bunnyribbit is great. Zencio is great.

EVERY OVERWATCH SHIP SHOULD BE AT LEAST RESPECTED BY THOSE WHO DON’T SHIP IT.

IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE THAT, YOU ARE AN IMMATURE CHILD WHO NEEDS TO LEARN THAT NOT EVERYTHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN YOUR WAY AND THAT THESE TEMPER-TANTRUMS YOU THROW

WILL

SOLVE

NOTHING.


Y’all need to chill. Seriously. If anyone needs a hate-free safe space to talk about their ship, feel free to shoot me an ask.

Thank you for your time. o/

Seventeen when you’re only walking around in a oversized shirt.

S.Coups:
When you enter the room, he just silently stares at you and watches you walk past him, your butt exposing to the members underneath his thin shirt. He turns to the boys to see them looking at you with big eyes and shakes his head, laughing sarcastically at your behavior.

Jeonghan:
He is absolutely speechless when you enter the room and doesn’t know how to react. When he turns to the members, he sees Vernon looking at you and licking his lips at the sight in front of him, causing Jeonghan to smack him, hard before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room.

“Put on some clothes. They all look like lions circling their prey.”

Woozi:
The moment you leave his room with nothing but his shirt on and sit down on his lap, too tired to notice the other boys being there, their eyes were on your body immediately.

Woozi pulls down your shirt slightly so it is covering more than just your butt and shakes his head at the boys, wrapping his arms around your body. 
“I seriously hate you guys.” He whispers, giving them a death glare.

Joshua:
He’s so focused on watching Seungcheol play video games that it isn’t until you come closer, that he notices you only wearing his oversized shirt and black panties. 

He quickly looks over at Seungcheol to see him still looking at the screen and takes the blanket off the back of the couch, wrapping it around both your bodies. He tilts his head to the sight and smiles at you. “Should we go sleep in my room instead of in front of the other boys?”

Jun:
The performance unit is working on a new dance choreography till’ late into the night and you wake up to their laughter. All their eyes shoot up when the door to Jun’s bedroom opens and you step out into the living room, rubbing your eye and yawning. His shirt riding up your stomach.

Jun turns to see the members all smiling at each other before turning to him and nodding approvingly. He punches Hoshis’ arm slightly before rushing over to you and shielding your body with his, smiling at your adorable face. “Go and rest in my room. I’ll come join you in a second.”

Hoshi:
When your eyes lock, he gives you a dissaproving look, his insides burning by the other members loud gasps and stares at your body.

“YA!” He yells at them, their eyes quickly turning away from you. “Don’t you guys have any manners? Do you always go around staring at other boys’s girlfriends?” He asks, his voice raised at their behavior and takes off his jacket, holding it around your bottom and walking you into his bedroom.

Mingyu:
He was meant to come back to you after getting something to eat but got distracted by the other members and the show they were watching. You walk out into the living room, still groggy from your nap and sit down on his lap, placing your face in the crock of his neck, too tired to realize the other members.

Mingyu doesn’t know how to react and just stares at you in silence, feeling his cheeks blush with embarassment. He giggles slightly and picks you up, carrying you back into his room.

The8:
He watches you walk over to him in silence, your eyes still shut. You take a seat on his lap and groan into his neck, the other boys staring at you in disbelief. He tugs on your shirt to keep it low, holding your body close to his.

He taps your back gently and whispers into your ear “Jagiya…don’t you think you forgot anything…important?”

Wonwoo:
His eyes would immediately shoot up when he realizes that you’re still wearing only his oversized shirt and his eyes would wander over to the members, who are all either staring at you or awkwardly trying to avoid it.

When you sit down in his lap, he laughs gently, embarassed by you forgetting about your pyjama choices. “Y/N…let’s go back to my room and put on something better at first.” He says, patting your bottom.
He’s to embarrased to look at the boys before bringing you back into his room.

Seungkwan:
He gets annoyed by the members staring at your body, knowing how adorable they all think you are and starts hitting the members next to him before clicking his tongue and throwing a blanket over to you.

The hit wakes you up completely, making you aware of your surroundings and immediately feel the blood rushing into your cheeks. Seungkwan can’t help but laugh at your cute reaction. “Go back into the room. I’ll come back to you in a minute.” 

Dokyeom:
“Dokyeom…” Seungcheol hitting his side and mumbling his name, is enough to get Dokyeom to look at whatever they’re all staring at so concentrated and looks up to see you standing in the doorway, his oversized shirt covering your black panties.

He starts giggling at the sight in front of him and just stare at you, letting the members enjoy it for a little while before telling you to come over and wrapping a blanket around both your bodies, letting you sleep there next to him. He looks at the members with a death glare. “If one of you says something…you’re going.” He says, threatening.

Vernon:
He’s too perplex at first to even realize the other members staring at you as well and enjoys your body in his oversized shirt. Suddenly he snaps and realizes the boys around him and the pleasure it is probably giving them.

He runs over to you and tackles you to the ground, laying flat on top of you and looking down at you, smirking teasingly. “If we lay perfectly still, maybe they’ll declare us dead.”

Dino:
He’s playing video games against Seungkwan and doesn’t notice you entering the room, too tired to care about anyone in the room. “Y/N…” Seungcheol whispers under his breath, making Dino turn to him and noticing you walking over to the kitchen, seeing your bottom exposed under his shirt.

He quickly jumps up from his spot on the ground and follows you into the kitchen, feeling embarrased by you. He stops behind you and turns you around to see your eyes still half way shut and his heart would drop immediately. “This is…everyone can see, babe.” He explains, chuckling slightly.

Love, Youngmi~

YOUR SONG {Yoongi Fluff One Shot}

Author’s Note: @yoongihowareyousohandsome I made it extra fluffy for you! Hopefully you like it and I hope your friend is doing better! Much love - Caroline

You sat on your couch, mindlessly watching television when your phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, you smiled.

Sup, Yoongs? You asked as you popped another piece of popcorn into your mouth. Yoongi chuckled and sighed.

Seriously? Yoongs? Didn’t you hear of respecting your elders? He asked and you laughed. It was always nice to talk to Yoongi. He was one of the only people in the world that could make you smile until your cheeks hurt and he wasn’t even trying. His cool attitude and complete disregard of fucks to give always made you happy to call him one of your best friends.

What? Would you rather grandpa? You retorted and laughed as Yoongi sighed heavily. There was a part of you that never wanted anything to change between the two of you, but you were also completely in love with him. Not that he would ever feel the same.

Aish. Have you been listening to the radio? He asked and you scrunched your nose at the change of subject.

Yoongi, you know I don’t listen to the radio. You told him. But if you meant, have I heard your new song, yes. And boy, who are you trying to pull? You asked with a laugh.

What do you mean? He asked and you sighed. The song was a love song, it was full of beautiful lyrics and a gorgeous melody. You could still hear Yoongi’s raspy voice as it rapped then sang.

I mean the girl you wrote that song for. She’s a lucky girl. You’ll have to tell me who she is. You responded and Yoongi went silent. Well, you don’t have to tell me now or anything. You muttered nervously. Hey, I gotta go, uhm someone is calling me. You lied as you hung up the phone and sighed. Your heart was racing as you tried to expunge the conversation from your head, but you could still hear yourself fucking up your friendship.

On the other side of Seoul, Yoongi sat stunned, with the phone still up to his ear. He kept hearing your words ring in his ears. ​She’s a lucky girl. You’ll have to tell me who she is.

Were you really not thinking it was about you?! Yoongi asked the now blank phone in frustration. Yoongi had spent months composing that song and it was his grand gesture to profess his feelings, and now you didn’t see them. He had included inside jokes and everything. Did you even LISTEN to the lyrics?! He screamed annoyed at the phone as he laid his head back on the couch and covered his eyes with his hands.

He kept trying to figure out what to say.

It’s about you …  No. You’re seriously that idiotic Maybe too harsh?  The lucky girl is you?  That’s cheesy. He murmured the various things, but then he always found a reason not to call back and tell you.

He sat there, stewing. He was going in a cycle. Maybe I should text her? Yoongi said to himself, but it was the same issue. Type, shake his head, then furiously delete. It was only when Jin came in that he looked up.  

I thought you would be running to Y/N’s place. Jin said in a calm manner as he made his way into the room. The hyung of BTS was known for sticking his nose into everything. Yoongi knew that Jin wanted the scoop so he just explained everything without the slightest objection. ​Well that’s unexpected. So she had no idea it was about her at all?

An exasperated sigh came out of Yoongi.  NO! He screamed and threw his hands up in the air. She thinks it’s about someone else! How do I get it through her thick skull?

Don’t call her dumb. Jin said in a stern tone and Yoongi glared.

Well she’s being dumb if she can’t see this damn song is about her. Yoongi spat as he crossed his arms.

​Jin was rolling his eyes at the toddler tantrum the other group’s hyung was throwing. The usually calm and collected Suga was now practically stomping his feet over a girl. Jin thought about this and started to laugh. He never thought this day would come.

Stop laughing, Jin hyung. I’m seriously losing it over this girl. Yoongi said in a pleading tone and with that Jin’s smile grew larger.

This is really love. Jin thought as he watched Yoongi freak out

Alright, I got a plan. But you will do as I say and not give me any shit. Jin said and Yoongi looked at him with a bit of fear.

Okay? Yoongi replied and Jin smiled.

Great! Grab a pen! Jin clapped his hands together and Yoongi apprehensively grabbed a pen and paper.

Within a couple hour, Jin’s amazing plan was done and Yoongi was a little peeved. He couldn’t believe he was standing there. ​What the hell was Jin thinking? He asked himself as he fidgeted. He was standing at your door, somehow talked into confessing in person by the older hyung.

There’s no better way to know there won’t be ANY misunderstandings if you’re face to face. Jin’s voice rang in his ear. He was so desperate at the time that he practically ran out of the studio. Now that he was standing in front of your door, nerves started to kick in.  

As he was about to turn around, you were leaving your place. ​Yoongi? Your voice rang through the empty air and Yoongi’s breathing caught. There was no turning back now.

​He scolded himself in his mind as he turned around. Trying to keep a nonchalant air about him, he greeted you with a small tightlipped smile. His jaw wanted to drop, even though you were wearing a simple white t-shirt and black leggings, he still thought you looked gorgeous.  Before you could ask what he was doing there, he shoved a paper in your face. It was handwritten and you were about to unfold the delicately kept paper, when Yoongi stopped you.  

I’m gonna be at the studio. Text or whatever when you’ve read that, but can you wait until I leave? He asked, more like begged and you nodded deftly as you looked from the note to him. Watching him quickly turn on his heels and walk down the hallway, you closed the door and sat down on your couch.

You were a bit confused, but you unraveled the paper. It was the lyrics to his new song. You could hear the melody in your head and the gruffness of his voice as he slowly sang. But the lyrics were annotated. He had inserted little stories.  

Your smile, a sunshine in a charcoal colored world

Remember when we had gone out on that rainy day. You were laughing even though I was terrified that the dark clouds might swallow us whole.

…  

Being able to breathe whenever you’re near. Being seen as me and not who the world wants to hear

You’re the only person I can be just Min Yoongi. Not Suga, not the rapper, not the rock in BTS. I’m just Yoongi or Yoongs, if you MUST call me that.  

…  

My mom already loves you. My family wants to make you theirs

If you could see the texts my mom sends about meeting you at that concert, you would laugh. She’s already planning the wedding.  

…  

You continued to read. You laughed and you tried to hold it together. It was only when you got to the last line that you lost it.  

This is a song for you

​ Y/N, it’s always been about you.  

And before you could think about it, you were running out the door.

Making your way to the studio was like walking down an old engraved path. You knew the way like the back of your hand, you didn’t need to think as your body guided you to his studio and you were knocking on the door. You heard someone inside stand up and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before the door opened. Yoongi stood there, one hand on the frame while the other held the door open.

Hey. He said and you smiled, throwing yourself into his arms. Hugging him, you could feel the shock as he slowly enveloped you in his embrace. So I’m taking that as you like the song? He murmured and you laughed, the tears brimming your eyes as you nodded into his chest.

I loved it! You exclaimed and he laughed.

Good, I’m glad you finally realize it’s about you. Pabo. He muttered and you smacked his arm. What?! It takes an idiot not to realize that it’s about you. He defended himself and you shook your head.

Ah, I wanted to believe it was about me, but I never thought you would fall for me, I guess. You mumbled and Yoongi smiled.

Because I’m so amazing? True, true, I lowered my standards to be with you. He said and you glared. I’m just kidding. Y/N, if you could see what I see, you would wonder why a girl like you would like a weirdo like me. He mumbled and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Ah, I don’t care if you’re a weirdo, just so long as you’re my weirdo. You said with a smug grin and Yoongi shook his head with a smile. Leaning down and placing a light kiss on your lips, it was sweet and romantic, calm and relaxed, it was Yoongi’s way of telling you just how much he loved you.

You heard the beginning to his song play and you broke away from the kiss, only to see Jin standing there, holding his phone near you guys as he played the song.

AIGO, HYUNG! SERIOUSLY?! Yoongi screamed and you couldn’t help but laugh as you watched Jin run away from the angry rapper. Walking over to the soundboard, you hit the play button and the song began blaring through the studio. Yoongi rolled his eyes as he looked at you. Not you too. He muttered and you shrugged.

It’s like your love letter to me. You murmured back and began swaying to the music. Yoongi laughed as he watched you, but you pulled his to dance with you. C’mon dance with me. This is my song! You said like a drunk girl at a bar and Yoongi laughed standing up and spinning you around.

In his usual gruff voice, Yoongi said in your ear. This will always be your song.  

anonymous asked:

Imagine Kara and Alex both drunk at the alien bar, arguing over who has better abs and asking Maggie and her ex (cause i can totally see drunk kara making out with her and then them talking to each other in kriptonion) then the both of them just staring cause their abs look like they were cheseld from stone

Kara is amusing when she’s drunk.

Deeply amusing. To herself and to everyone who loves her.

And Alex?

Before Maggie, she got sullen when she was drunk. Sullen, when she wasn’t partying so hard she could have died.

Sullen, when she was drinking alone.

And she usually, before Maggie but after joining the DEO, drank alone.

But now?

Now, she rarely drinks alone. Now, she drinks at the bar, surrounded by people who love her. Surrounded by people who will keep her safe. Who will keep her drinking water.

Who will keep her happy.

And she is happy – so happy, as she snorts into her whiskey soda at Kara’s slurred pronunciation of everything from telepathy to chocolate to nebula – leaning into Maggie for support staying upright, support staying steady.

Maggie’s arm is draped around her, and Kara is laughing, and Kara is holding her hand across the table, and Alex is so, so, so happy.

“But you know what, Alex?” Kara wants to know, and she squints across the table at her sister like she’s concentrating on which of her faces is the real one.

“What, Kara?” Alex leans forward somewhat sloppily, slamming her elbow onto the table so she can rest her chin on her hand.

Maggie chuckles softly at her Danvers girls and hails Darla for two more waters.

“I don’t like competing with you, Alex. It makes me sad, you know? Because we’re stronger together – together, Alex, I love when we’re together – but you know what I do have that’s better than you?”

“The ability to fly,” Alex slurs, leaning sideways and slipping her chin off her hand. Maggie catches her, readjusts her, and slips the water glass into her hand. 

Darla hovers by their table, exchanging an amused glance with Maggie.

“Darla!” Kara splutters, and Darla raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms across her chest.

“Kara,” she grins cautiously.

“Darla, I have a question for you. I was just going to tell Alex – but I don’t want her to be mad, so I want an objective audience – I think I have better abs than Alex. I mean, she has great ones, but I mean, I’ve got Kryptonian ones!” 

She splurts the final part of her sentence with her hands in the air, spilling the water in her glass behind her, all over Brian.

“Sorry Brian!” she squeals as Darla swallows a laugh and tosses him the towel she’d had slung over her shoulder.

“Oh please, Kara, you haven’t seen me undress since college!”

“Not true! They made you take your shirt off last time you got hurt on the job – “

“Also that time you walked in on us last week,” Maggie chimes, a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Ahhhhh, nooooo!!!” Kara yells, putting her palms over her ears like she can retroactively block herself from hearing Maggie’s words. “She’s my sister, Maggie, no no no!”

Maggie holds her hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, Little Danvers, sorry to re-traumatize you,” she grins, and Kara nods imperiously, satisfied.

“Darla, Maggie, you have to be judges.”

“I’m not exactly objective, Alex,” Maggie points out, and Alex waves her away chaotically. 

“But you’re the best cop in all the land and all the air and all the sea, Maggie – “ 

“There are cops in the air and sea, babe?”

“Just go with it, Maggie, let me compliment you, jeez! So you know how to evaluate the evidence that’s in front of you!”

Maggie exchanges an amused glance with Darla as she kisses Alex’s knuckles.

“I don’t see any evidence right now, Danvers,” she teases, and, as one, Kara and Alex stand and lift their shirts in unison. Sisters to the core.

And core is right. 

Because Maggie’s jaw hits the ground, followed by Darla’s.

Maggie splutters – it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before, but god, god, god, her woman is so strong, so soft, so… 

“Well??” Kara demands, and Maggie glances at her ex, who shrugs.

“You’re doing nicely for yourself, Mags,” she comments off-handedly.

Maggie shrugs, beaming. “I usually go for thicker women, but yeah uh… this one’s not bad, huh?” she grins and Alex preens.

“Well???” Kara asks again, louder.

“I say both of you win,” Brian chimes, and Kara and Alex immediately slam their shirts down.

“No one asked you, Brian!”

“Seriously, Brian?”

“Drinks on the house if you mind your own business, Brian!”

“Go hang out with Winn and James, Brian!”

He laughs and he nods and he shuffles off to find Winn and James, chuckling to himself the whole time.

“Those Danvers girls,” he grins, shaking his head and looking back over his shoulder to see them laughing together, affectionate, happy, loving. 

As it should be, in their bar, their home away from home. Their happy spot.

Their together spot.