#i was influenced by something shhhhhh

[sturnsdoll]

𝖶𝖨𝖲𝖣𝖮𝖬 𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖳𝖧 -`♡´- -C.S

(HEADCANNONS!)

pairing: chris x (gf) reader, some reader x bsf matt and nick <3

summary: how chris would support his girlfriend before, after, and through wisdom teeth removal, as well as being under the influence of anesthetics!

warnings: fluffy!headcannons, dentist, mention of teeth pulling, little blood, slight mention of needles, anesethetics, established relationships.

authors note: kind of a blurb more than hc's tbh? it was a little rushed! sorry!

₊⊹⤑ you had been talking about how nervous you were for a couple weeks now..

₊⊹⤑ so it was no surprise when the whole car ride there, you were holding your boyfriends hand and avoiding the topic of what you knew was coming.

₊⊹⤑ chris had been reminding you everyday that besides the needle, the rest of it you wouldn't even remember. he ensured that him matt and nick would be there the entire time if you needed a hand or two.. or three to hold.

₊⊹⤑ with some encouragement (and chris lending you his grey zip up to wear for emotional and physical comfort) you did manage to enter the building just to get it done and over with.

₊⊹⤑ while the IV was intruding your skin, chris stayed next to you, asking about what flavour of ice cream you'd be getting after as a distraction from the needle.

₊⊹⤑ from there on, the process itself you had no memory of but chris stuck close by the entire time incase you needed anything or for some reason woke up.

₊⊹⤑ "hey sweetheart how'r ya feeling?" chris would ask while gently holding your hand when you come to your senses

₊⊹⤑ confused, your instinct was to sit up but chris would immedietly usher you to lay back down, letting you know that they're done working on your teeth.

₊⊹⤑ "why dtha fack is this bullshit still in my fucking arm then HUH?" your words wonky from the cotton in your mouth and the haze of anesthetic.

₊⊹⤑ "shh, were in public stop cursing like a sailor" "dude, nobody under like 100 says 'cursing like a sailor'" "yeah, what he thsaid!"

₊⊹⤑ chris would of course glare at you for agreeing with matt. but his thumb soothingly rubbing your hand tells you that he's obviously not too mad.

₊⊹⤑ you would leave later then you should have because everytime a password was given to you, you'd forget less than five seconds later..

₊⊹⤑ "it was ass right?" "no, it was GRASS sweetheart...."

₊⊹⤑ everything that came out of your mouth had the doctors and the triplets giggling.

₊⊹⤑ when it came time to take the IV out, chris thought that a 'got your nose' joke would be funny to distract you with. it was... definetly distracting at least???

₊⊹⤑ usually you were sweet to your boyfriend but something about anesthetic had you more than arguementative today.

₊⊹⤑ chris would try complimenting you "you look pretty even like this"

₊⊹⤑ "i KNOW i do. stop being corny you sthtoopid fuck" chris's jaw drops like he's offended but you don't care because nick's contagious laugh brings out your own laughter out as well.

₊⊹⤑ "i thought i was supposed to be the stupid one right now, not you"

₊⊹⤑ "maybe YOUU need to see the dentist about all those terrible jokes that come out of your mouth."

₊⊹⤑ you had no filter, just having fun rebelling against your usual niceness to your loved one.

₊⊹⤑ then finally the car ride came.

₊⊹⤑ now you leant on chris' shoulder to take a nap

₊⊹⤑ "thought i was stupid?" he questions, arm coming around to pull you in closer. "shhhh i'm sthleeping" the inpedament on your speech makes him giggle. "I SAID SHHHHHH" "jesus. my bad sleepyhead"

₊⊹⤑ the whole car ride he was making sure you didn't need your gauze changed, asking if you need water, offering you chapstick. you had to tell him to shut up at least 100 times before he'd relax, telling him you could put your own damn chapstick on. (you ended up asking him for help two minutes later...)

₊⊹⤑ the whole rest of the car ride was filled with you zipping up and down the zipper of your boyfriends sweater you had on, mixed with your favourite artist playing as you attempted to sing along

₊⊹⤑ the second you entered the triplets home, you rested on the couch with your legs over your boyfriends lap, singing a song that everyones pretty sure doesn't exist..

₊⊹⤑ "i love... YOUUUUUUU, i lovovovovovee YOUU, all three of YOUUuUuU-" "someone sedate her again." nick jokes while handing you an ice pack you'd previously asked for.

₊⊹⤑ "want me to hold it on your jaw for you bab- oh" before he can finish speaking you're gripping his wrist, leaning toward him "wanna know something?" you ask eagerly "hm?" "I LOVE YOU!" "i love you more"

₊⊹⤑ matt and nick didn't enjoy the next 30 minutes of the predictable arguement at all. ₊⊹⤑ once the delusion of the anesthetic wore off, you were just plain tired. nick and matt had both chosen to chill in their own rooms by now.

₊⊹⤑ the second you mentioned wanting to lay down, chris curled up behind you with a blanket over the two of you. he held you tight, muttering in your ear about how good you did today and how proud he is that you went.

₊⊹⤑ "sorry for calling you stupid" you apologize with a sweetly apologetic smile.

₊⊹⤑ "aw, it's okay. i know you didn't mean it-" "wellll sometimes.." "nevermind i don't forgive you."

₊⊹⤑ he'd make sure your favourite cartoon was on and that he held your ice pack on your sore jaw till you eventually drifted into sleep.

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[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 31 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 32

Summary : Every decision you make in life ends in either blessings or repercussions. You found your blessing when you messed with your fate and you were hoping there will be no repercussions.

Warning: 18+, there's brief smut, very brief , HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up) Loki is a chick magnet but are we surprised?, mention of stalking, Reader has deeply rooted insecurities, mention of physical and sexual assault, mention of menstruation, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, soft precious bean loki, polite bean Loki, Dalia, Loki being the best boyfriend

Jane's visit to the tower was postponed for a week but as soon as as she arrived Thor brought her to meet you.

"This is lady y/n, she is Loki's aide and the one I told you about" Jane gasped as Thor said that and she immediately went in for a hug, you smiled as she hugged you, you had missed her alot.

"Y/n, y/n thank you for knocking some sense into him" she said to you quietly but Thor heard her anyway and shook his head.

"Trust me Jane he was losing his mind without you" she smiled as you said that "It's so nice to meet you" you told her and that smile only grew.

"Likewise, will you hang out with us later? My assistant cum friend Darcy is here as well"

Your face fell as she mentioned Darcy, you were just hoping she wouldn't fall for Loki this time around in the first place because you knew how impossible it was to get over him once you have crossed that threshold.

"Sure I'll see you after work, if I'm ever done with it" you chuckled and Jane's eyebrows quirked.

"That bad huh? Loki is being tough to work with?" She asked you so you smiled.

"Well it's not Loki, it's Dalia, his PR agent" She nodded as you said that, you were getting a call from Dalia so you excused yourself and made your way towards her office.

"Bring us coffee" She said as soon as you entered, Loki smiled as he looked at you but you averted your gaze.

"Anything else?" You asked so Dalia glared at you,

"Actually yes, bring one for yourself and join us, I would need your opinion on these uhh photographs" Loki said to you so you nodded.

"How is her opinion going to help us?" Dalia asked him as you left,

"Her advice will benefit my social appearance, a comman person opinion if you will" Loki said to her and Dalia sighed.

"Loki I think you need-" He glared at her as she placed her hand on his shoulder,

"Don't touch me" He warned her so she pulled her hand away,

"I'm just saying that –"

"Shhhhhh Dalia that is enough of your cribbing for the day" he said that to her without even looking at her, he was engrossed in his phone like he always was in her presence.

She had never met someone like him, the more he talked down to her the more she felt attracted to him in a weird way.

As you returned with their drinks Loki stood up and pulled a chair out for you to sit down, Dalia visibly fumed at the gesture.

"Thank you sir i appreciate that" you said to him and he gave you your coffee before he turned the laptop towards you, he stood behind your chair, one of his arms was resting on the chair while the other one was on the desk in front of you, you were able to smell his cologne and it was driving you crazy.

"Will you be so kind as to select the pictures you think will be best for that redundant magazine cover?" He said to you softly so you looked at him and then your gaze averted to Dalia, she was glaring at you but eventually she turned away.

"Sure sir, you look great though. In every picture" he smiled as you complimented him "I'll add the selected ones in a seperate folder" you told him so he moved away and went back to his chair, he had a midgardian button up black shirt on with a loose pair of sweatpants, he shouldn't have looked that attractive wearing something so mismatched, he had no right to be his godly self in the most basic of attire.

"For the party in the evening your designer have selected this blue suit"

Dalia said to him as she showed him a photo on her phone, she was leaning into him and whispering.

"Fine by me" he said but he didn't even look at the photo, you knew she suddenly had hots for him since last week but there was nothing you could have done about it, you told Loki she was fancying him and his first reaction was to laugh and then his solution to avoid this situation was to be mean to her as much as he can be. He didn't understand that it was the reason why she was attracted to him in the first place. That Dalia seemed like a Kinky bitch.

You could hear the sound of thunder raging outside and it wasn't Thor for a change so you went to your room and immediately made your way to the open balcony, it was raining heavily and you just wanted to dip your toes in the rain, it's been weeks since you have been here and not once you had gone out of this tower. You missed your apartment, you couldn't believe how much you missed that little space you had, it was yours and you loved it, the memories you had made with Loki when he first turned up in your apartment always made you feel bittersweet, sometimes you just wanted to get back and relive those moments.

You stood at the edge of the balcony and placed your hands on the railing, the raindrops had drenched you almost immediately. You looked up and closed your eyes to feel the rain on your face but a small gasp escaped your throat as you felt an arm circling around your waist, it was Loki.

"What are you doing here mister?" You chuckled as you placed your head down on his shoulder.

"I was missing you my princess" he mumbled softly so you turned your head to kiss his cheek.

"How are you feeling?" He asked you because he could sense something was bothering you, he had tried to make Dalia back off a little bit but he knew she must be bothering you even more when he wasn't there.

"I'm okay lo, why?"

"I know darling that you miss your home and this isn't the life you wanted –" you cut him off before he could speak further, turning around you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled.

"I do miss my stupid little apartment and I do wish sometimes that I was there with you, just me and you, but I want the life where I am with you, if it's here then be it, it doesn't matter, you know how grateful I am that you're all mine right?" He smiled as you finished your sentence and cupped your cheeks to kiss you "It would be nice to get out of this tower though" you mumbled so he thought about it.

"We can go out darling, I will figure something out alright?" He remembered that your 30th birthday was right around the corner and he wanted to do something nice for you.

"Yeah?"

"I'll do anything for you, you should know that" you giggled as he booped your nose with his index finger.

"You look good all soaked mister" you said to him as you kissed him.

"That is my line"

He took you inside immediately after that because he didn't want you to get sick, every moment you spent with him was magical, you had never been treated this way by anyone so at times just being around him felt surreal, at times you couldn't believe that love like this existed and somehow you were lucky enough to stumble upon it.

Unfortunately he couldn't have stayed for long and you watched in awe as dried himself using magic and winked before he teleported. In the evening you got ready for Tony's birthday party, that man had a million parties in a week but atleast tonight he had a valid reason, you quickly made your way to Loki's room where he was getting dolled up, you had to be extra careful to not leave things in his room if you ever sneaked in there because he usually got prepped there. You looked at him and he didn't seem stressed in the least bit or even out of place at all, he was a prince, all of this was probably a piece of cake for him.

Your eyes fell upon Dalia and you didn't understand why she was there, she was Tony's PR agent as well but you never saw her clinging onto him the way she did with Loki.

You noticed that Dalia was wearing a dress for a change and not a business suit, she was older than you but she looked good, like a very hot school teacher, and you knew Loki didn't care about the age stuff since he went for you when he could have gone much younger so you weren't completely unthreatened by Dalia. You trusted Loki but how much temptation one single man could ignore you wondered?

"No tie, not doing that darling" He said to his stylist so she took it off and left the top button unbuttoned, the way the petname rolled off his lips bothered you slightly but it was your own jealousy, he addressed everyone that way.

He was otherworldly gorgeous and so fucking polite, you didn't blame people for falling left right and centre for him but you wondered how long you'll be able to take it before you explode someday and claim him as yours publically.

"Do you live in some other world? Because Lord knows that exists now" You heard Dalia's voice so you looked at her confused.

"What?" You asked her

"I have called your name three times, i know he's fucking handsome and you're drooling for him but for god sake listen to me when I'm speaking to you" The whole room went silent as Dalia raised her voice at you, none of them said a word though, except Loki.

"Is there a problem?" Loki asked her and she groaned as she looked at him "There's so much of commotion, your voice perhaps did not reach her " he said to her sternly.

"I don't need excuses for her incompetence Loki" she said to him, you noticed his jaw clenching and before he could snap you interfered

"I'm sorry, did you need something?" You asked her as politely as you could even though all you wanted to do was hit her.

"Give me the list I asked for" she said to you.

"I sent it to you on the mail"

"I need it on paper" you sighed and turned around so you could go to her office and get a print out. As you reached there you quickly used the computer to generate a print out and you were about to grab the paper and leave when you noticed something familiar peeking at you from the drawer of her desk, you didn't want to pry but curiosity killed the cat, you gasped as you opened her drawer and found Loki's handkerchief in there, you could smell his familiar scent even before you had opened the drawer.

"What a creep" you groaned loudly but then you realized that you were stealing his clothes too when he was living with you in your apartment. But that was different, he was yours, you couldn't believe she had his kerchief with her, what was she planning to do with it? Masturbate?

"Gahhhhh" you groaned and placed the piece of fabric back where it was and walked out of her office, on the way up you saw Captain and Bucky entering the elevator so you smiled. You were standing in the middle of the lift so they stood by your either side.

For a few moments it was as awkward as it could have been with those two around.

"How's work Y/n?" Captain asked you so you smiled,

"Good, I think about jumping off the cliff only twice a day" you answered him and then immediately squeezed your eyes but your worries faded as Steve smiled.

"That's how some jobs are unfortunately..hang in there" He said to you so you smiled, both of them were going to the party but you had to go to Loki's room first, however when you reached there the room was dark and empty so you made your way back to the party. You were on your way to the lounge when you bumped into Thor, Jane and Darcy. She was chewing a gum even though she was dressed fancily.

"I'm so nervous" Jane said so you smiled, you felt like the roles had reversed, when you came here the first time Jane was the one who had invited you and she seemed so comfortable here.

"Don't be you'll fit in just right, btw I'm y/n" you put out your hand for Darcy so she shook it.

"Darcy, I'm Jane's assistant, I heard you're Loki's assistant" she said to you so you nodded. As you all reached the lounge your eyes scanned around for the gorgeous love of your life, your precious muffin.

"There is my little brother, let me introduce you both" Thor said as he spotted Loki.

"Holy moly.. Please tell me he's single"

"Shut Up Darcy" Jane quieted Darcy but you couldn't help and curse internally. Women, women fawning all over him and almost all of them were much prettier than you ever could be. Loki would have spanked you for having such thoughts again but he didn't have to know.

Loki smiled as he saw Thor, His lady Jane and his sweet princess approaching him, as soon as he saw you he knew he'd have to take you somewhere reclusive and show you how pretty you looked tonight. However as soon as Darcy came into his eyeline he was slightly affected by her presence, she was a friend, a good friend to him in the previous timeline, there was this one night both of them had spent on the roof of the tower where he was just crying over you all night long and not once she acted as if she was annoyed by it, but he also remembered how she had read too much into his friendship and had developed feelings for him so he was relieved in a way that he had the opportunity to rewrite this journey.

"I'll go give this to Dalia" You excused yourself and Loki nodded, once you were away from them Thor looked at Loki as he spoke

"Lady Dalia seems to be a tough Taskmaster, doesn't she?" he said with a smirk on his face so Loki looked him in the eye.

"I do not wish to use the word that comes to my mind when I think of her and the way she treats y/n, that poor soul is doing her absolute best" Jane smirked as Loki said that so Loki cleared his throat and excused himself.

"Woah you look handsome on screen but in real life the hotness level is raised ten times higher" Darcy said as she followed Loki so he smiled.

"Enjoy the feast Lady Darcy, I'll see you around" he said politely to her, he didn't want to be rude to her or be aloof, he just hoped she'd take a hint and find someone else.

He looked around at the party, thankfully it was Tony's birthday celebration so Dalia was busy with him, now all he had to do was find you once the party gets going and everyone else is seemingly drunk.

He did find you eventually and he saw you making your way out of the lounge so he followed you and he quickly checked to see if anyone was there and if there were any cameras in the range, you were going to the bathroom so he made himself invisible and followed behind you.

As you opened the bathroom door and tried to close it you noticed something stopping it from closing and you knew what it was or who it was. You smiled as the door finally closed and in an instant you were scooped in his arms and he made you sit down on the sink as he kissed you feverishly, he finally made himself visible and you couldn't have been happier.

"Pretty little bird has no time to spare for me does she?" You smiled as he said before he placed his head between the crook of your neck and kissed the bare skin.

"I'm not the one to blame here…ohhhh" you said but your words ended in a gasp as he wrapped your legs around his waist, he rode your dress up and lowered your underwear down slowly before he placed them in the pocket of his suit

"Did you need to use the facilities?" He asked you softly as he placed his fingers on your chin to make you look at him.

"No I just needed to get away from Dalia" you told him honestly

"I know Princess, one of these days the evil that is rooted in me would flare and snap her neck" he whispered in your ear and you wanted to tell him that there wasn't one single evil bone in his body but the way he slid his cock inside your wet cunt had shut you up real good.

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him as he maintained a slow rhythm of his hips thrusting in and out of you,

"I shouldn't encourage you when you are saying stuff like that" he chuckled and his hand gripped a chunk of your hair, he pulled your head back and kissed down from your neck.

"I'm sorry princess, I wish I was able to protect you better than this" you noticed the sadness in his voice so you grabbed a hold of his cheeks and made him look at you

"Don't say that, you're doing everything you can, besides I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself at work okay?"

"Yess I am sorry..I abhor watching her torment you this way"

"Well atleast I'm getting paid" you smiled as you whispered "And I get to be here with you lo, it's a miracle" you kissed him again to shut those thoughts in his head, he had enough problems of his own that came with being an Avenger, you knew what you were doing and what you were getting into when you took this job, you could have gone back but you knew being away from him would have cut you much deeper than working for Satan Dalia herself could ever.

You didn't have much time so he quickened his pace until you both exploded in unison, you didn't know how it was possible that everytime he fucked you, you only grew closer and closer to him, not just physically or emotionally, but spiritually.

As he calmed down he looked at you as you leaned against the sink while you attempted to catch your breath, a truly gorgeous sight, the most ethereal, your heavy breaths always made his cold blood warm.

"Norns you are beautiful my darling, I feel like I don't tell you that enough" your eyes teared up as he said that.

"You do" you whispered as you kissed his forehead, after cleaning you up he took your underwear out of his coat.

"I am tempted to keep this instead" you chuckled as he said that, as tempting as it seemed you didn't want to go back to the party with no underwear, especially with Loki around, the risk of being wet was always severe. He pulled the underwear up your legs slowly and his hands went beneath your hips as he lifted you off the sink and pulled you closer to kiss you as deeply as he could.

"This colour you have on will look so good on your natural skin" you mumbled softly as your fingers curled around his neck so he leaned into you to kiss you. He always adored the way you never failed to mention his jotun form, he knew that you wanted him to believe that you loved all of his sides so the effort was always extra special.

"I love you and I'm going to miss you darling, it's.. been days…fucking days since I have slept being held in your arms" he mumbled as he placed his head down on your chest, his voice had a deep rumble to it, a mix of agitation and sadness combined, you stroked his hair slowly as you sighed. It has been days, the last few days he had been on a mission and tonight, well you didn't think you'll get to cuddle at all with him. He had an early morning interview with a news channel so you both had to be up at 3 am. That if you will get any sleep at all.

"Shhh it's okay baby..it's okay.. I love you" you cooed in his ears and then you kissed him to calm down those worries.

Once you both returned to the party you joined Jane and kept her company, talking with her always felt easy and you were glad the friendship was beginning to bloom again.

You were looking around and you couldn't help but think about that one thing The Loki from the future had said to you, he said that he would have found you eventually but that's what bothered you, you didn't wait for fate to bring you two together again, you took the matter in your hands and you often wondered if that decision was going to cause trouble. You hoped not.

You really were hoping for nothing to go wrong but your fear solidified when you received a call from your mom telling you that Mrs Geller had gotten into a freak accident.

An event that had never happened in the previous timeline. You couldn't help but wonder if she was battling between the life and death because of you. Did the accident occur because you had decided to change your fate?

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[blacklampshade]

Kusuke is so real for his "grudge" against Kusuo. Like fr, if given the opportunity who wouldn't oppose an nearly godlike being that poses no legitimate threat to anyone through the powers of science and ass kickery. OMG, OMG, When there is like a scheduled shut down of all public transport in London and he uses a jetpack and a psychic blocker to win a game of tag?? that's so real of him. The way he set out to fucking fry that target at the fair the same way that Gru wins that unicorn? Tbh I feel like he went easy mode on that one, mans should've brought something more powerful. When Kusuo dies in the alternate timeline? Dawg, I'd be equally depressed. My cool ass rivalry has ended. If I was smart enough to invent time travel I would. "waaa waaa Kusuke could use his immense influence to better the world" Shhhhhh, have we tried orbital strikes on this boy yet? Ofc, we would need invisible satellites that shoot lasers rather than plasma so they couldn't dodge. Maybe we could use it in a timed game of backgammon or something? I haven't worked out the kinks yet. I get it man. I understand the vision.

#the disasterous life of saiki k #saiki kusuo #kusuke saiki #Drop bombs on cities during a chess game? #Tbh Kusuke would win chess anyway

[7seas-of-ryy]

Overheard Convos

Author’s Note: I hope you guys like this! Also, I think I’m gonna make a part 2 to Sunshine!!

Pairing: Bradley “rooster” Bradshaw x reader

Summary: Phoenix is a bad influence, Bob is a sweetheart, Hangman is a flirt, and Rooster is a jerk (but not really)

Warning: I don’t think there are any!

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“It’s just been a long time since I...ya know?” You whispered to Phoenix and Bob.

“No... what do you mean? Since you’ve what?” Bob asked, looking very confused.

“Since she’s been with a man!” Phoenix answered for you, very loudly.

“Shhhhhh!!” You swatted her arm. You three were sat in a booth at the Hard Deck. The whole crew was there but the rest of the group were either playing darts or pool so you three snuck away to talk. 

“I don’t want the whole damn bar to know I’m not getting any” You whisper-yelled as you took a sip of your drink

“And why is that a problem, that you haven’t...gotten...any?” Sweet, innocent Bob asked.

“Because she wants to do Rooster, have you not been paying attention at all??” Phoenix said at the same volume as before. You turned beet red, hoping no one heard her.

“I do not want to do him! Well, I do want to do him but I also...sorta...love.. him.” You got quieter with each word you spoke. 

Your two friends couldn’t help but smile at you. You started to feel embarrassed and excused yourself to go to the bathroom. As you were walking you heard your name. But not like someone was calling you, more like someone was talking about you.

“No man, stop, I’m not into y/n. Are you kidding me?? I would never date her!”

You knew that voice... it was Rooster. You looked up and saw him talking to Hangman. You quickly ran to the bathroom before you started crying, hoping no one saw you. 

You don’t know how long you were in the bathroom but you didn’t care. You were so sad. Eventually Phoenix came in and called your name. She saw you and immediately ran to you.

“What’s wrong? Did someone do something to you? Who?” She started asking you a million questions. You told her what you heard and she was livid.

“Who does he think he is?? Saying that about you? You’re literally perfect and anyone would be lucky to have you” she got quiet like she was thinking, “Ya know what? I have a plan”

She told you her plan and you looked at her like she was crazy. She wanted you to flirt AND dance with Hangman. To show Rooster what he was missing out on. She eventually convinced you to do it and you both walked out of the bathroom and right by Rooster and Hangman who were still deep in convo. 

“Hey you ladies were in there a long time, anything hot happen between the two of you?” Hangman smirked at you both. It’s now or never, you thought to yourself.

“No but you can follow me back into the bathroom and something hot can happen between us” You winked at Hangman, even Phoenix appeared shocked and you grabbed her hand and both went back to the booth.

You looked over at Rooster and he looked both shocked and pissed.

Hangman made his way over to you and asked if you wanted to dance. He led you to the dance floor and you started dancing.

You two were chest to chest and he had his hands on your hips. You whispered in his ear what you were doing and what your plan was, not wanting to lead him on.

“I knew it was too good to be true. But lets show him what he’s missing” He whispered back to you

He turned you around and pulled your butt into him as you both swayed to the beat. Before you could process what was happening, Rooster was getting in between you and Hangman.

“Come with me” He said, his eyes the darkest you’ve ever seen.

Reluctantly, you followed him out to the back.

“What the hell was that?” He demanded

“Excuse you?” You scoffed

“You know what I’m talking about. What was all that with Hangman” He said, slightly more sad this time.

“I wanted to have a good time, I don’t see the problem” You said back not missing a beat

“The problem is you should’ve been dancing with me and not him” He whispered

Now you were just confused.

“What do you mean? YOU’RE the one who isn’t interested in me! I heard your convo about how you would never date me” You were yelling at him now

A look of realization crossed his face. He started to laugh. This made you furious. He said all those rude things and then laughs?

“No, no, no you got it all wrong sweetheart. Jake was trying to get me to take you home tonight. I didn’t wanna get rejected by you so I told him no. He said he was gonna tell you that I liked you and “be my wingman”“, he air quoted, “but I was too nervous so I lied and said all that to get him to back off” Bradley finished with a small huff

“Oh” was all you could say.

“Gosh we’re both pretty stupid, huh?” He said, beginning to laugh again. You joined him this time and you both started laughing so hard you were bent over.

You both stopped laughing and just looked at each other.

At the same time, you both lunged forward to kiss each other. It was full of passion and love. You kept kissing until you heard some whistles.

Bob, Phoenix, and Hangman were all watching and cheering for you both. You two laughed and he put his arm around you, pulling you in.

“I am reeeally sorry about that, even if I was lying, it was pretty mean for me to say those things” Rooster apologized.

“I think I know how you can make up for it” You said, looking up at him through your eyelashes

“Oh honey you’re gonna be the death of me” Rooster said and pulled you in for another kiss.

                                 *Later, back in the bar with everyone*

“So, you thought that Rooster said that and proceeded to almost get with Hangman?” Coyote asked, confused

“Hey, it was Phoenix’s idea!” You defended yourself

Rooster looked at her with an offended look.

Phoenix laughed like she got caught, “ha yeah, I can’t be trusted when I drink” 

...

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[handelplayssims]

Welcome back everyone! And here we go again with another household!

While I’m sad to report that Becca Clark and Julia Wright of the Best of Friends household have died of accidents, the Foxberry townie, Cameron Fletcher has been living his best life! An older woman invited him into her home and made him playable. Sadly she died of overexertion. She was an active lady and wanted to continue being active even if it killed her! But in that time, he finished off his degree and met and married Lara. They have similar career paths, though, she’s a bit gloomy. And has a love of the outdoors! With the money they made, they have managed their way into the exclusive island of Windenburg, and had their daughter! So yeah, I’ve spent quite a bit of time with this household and am real fond of them.

Oh and Cameron is an ultra-elite hacker in the Criminal career. Shhhhhh.

With that being said, let’s actually play this household and see how things go! Lara’s hungry so I set her to make breakfast for herself and her also hungry daughter. Meanwhile daughter and father have a little chat together before Izzy goes off to research on wikipedia. Need to get that focused moodlet for school! And Cameron goes to solve hard problems. Like father, like daughter.

Lara’s got work in 6 hours so I decide to have her sleep a bit. She’s at the top of the Computer Engineer career. ...I guess this would be a work-from-home day for her but ehhh.

Oh you want to know another reason and the primary one that I picked out this house in particular? It seemed just isolated enough so we could have a personal rocket ship! ...it’s amazing that you think of rockets being like a public thing but in the Sims, it’s available in build/buy for your personal home. As such, it’s more thought of as an individual consumer thing to purchase and use, rather than a thing that takes multiple people to use and maintain! Alas. Alas. Also help that there’s not any science center lots outside of like in one career building that’s exclusive to that one career. Anyway! Cameron’s current aspiration is Nerd Brain and while you could launch a rocket ship 5 times, I’d rather tinker with it so it gets all of it’s upgrades before launching it.

...you know, I do kinda wish for a car update, purely because this is the only thing we have to tinker with.

Anyway, Lara woke up tense. It’s from the Fear of Unfullfilled Dreams! First I’d have to fullfill a whim of hers to start to clear it off. We got staying on lot for eight hours and making money. She has the Fabulously Wealthy aspiration as well. To make a 100 Simoleons, the quickest way is to hack something. I can’t confirm how much money you make in reality hacking but in the Sims, it’s one of the best ways to make quick money.

Anyway, it’s time to work from home! And by home, I mean, go to a university to guest speak at a Computer Engineering class. Fun! Let’s get this hack done first and then we’ll head off.

Ooh, but I should note something! When a family in the Sims has more than 100 thousand to their name, I consider them to have enough money to have an extreme vested interest in venues! With money comes power and influence after all. However, the Fletcher household actually doesn’t seem to do much in Windenburg proper. That being said...Lara is apart of the Garden Gnomes. And the Bluffs would make a neat little hangout spot if remodeled slightly… we’ll see!

Cameron dropped by his wife to say hello and hey, he’d be perfect for collecting qualitative feedback at least! And with that, we made a thousand simoleons! Lovely! Now we just gotta head off to uni! And with a quick chat about fears, we clear off that unfullfilled fears thing easy! Izzy also came home from school and you know what? Let’s take her to work. So we can finish her homework on the go but shh! Annnd Izzy doesn’t have homework book with her so alas. Back home with you. So it’s a waiting game for Lara. And then it’s supper time for her so off to the cafeteria to order something.

Anyway, I actually upgraded both uni lounges in each university. This one I believe was done by famed Youtuber LilSimsie. Though I had to make some adjustments because I like not having bb.moveobjects on. Also the platform-before-it-was-a-platform seems bugged. I probably could try to fix it but eh. We just have a space with nothing on it, I suppose.

Lara’s new whim is to...have a kid with Cameron. I mean, nice and all but I think she and Cameron are the 1 on the 1.5 scale of having kids these days. That more sounds like perhaps going on a nice date.

So getting Izzy some supper and then we head off on that date! Cameron’s hungry so as usual, it shall be a dinner date! To get some burgs time! ...I do not know how well this date will go because the second romance goal is to have both sims be flirty and both are very focused. We’ll see.

...wait these two aren’t best friends!? Why not? Let’s change that shall we! Also evidently we didn’t order food for the date in time with the goal. And you can only order...or receive food once! Alas! Once we’re done with this burger, I’ll try ordering dessert. Annnd it was because I didn’t order food for Lara, wasn’t it? Alas. There we go. Silver! Moderately good date. And we already got some good sentiments going for both Lara and Cameron thanks to becoming best friends and Lara’s socalizing.

Oh hey! We actually got our second order! Amazing! Stupendous! Wonderful! Wonder when they fixed that? Anyway I did want the two to stargaze to finish the date but alas, the social seemed bugged. Ohp, never mind, I’m a liar. But hey, silver finish! And Cameron is smitten. Aww. Let’s go home. And since we’re home, let’s end this day with a-

Neighborhood Watch!

Evergreen Harbor: The McMillan household moved out.

Henford-on-Bagley: The Tipton household moved out.

Khaled Mansouri in the Mansouri household has started a job as a Open Mic Seeker in the Entertainer career.

#sims 4 #liveblogging #fletcher household #cameron fletcher #lara fletcher #izzy fletcher

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

"Replace the personas with another supernatural element" oh I just meant if they went full final fantasy and just had P5 still be a mainline persona game but have it's world and lore disconnected from 3 and 4 (like, ignoring the inevitable fan backlash that would have at the start)

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................ Tbh I don't know enough about FF to really do a....good job transferring Persona into a similar format. I know that summons, Chobos, and Cid are a common thing...... But I can try....

Ignoring that it wouldn't just be disconnected from 3/4 (but also 1/2).

Hmmmm I mean.....people (*cough*me*cough*) were theorizing that P5 might take place on an alt timeline to P1-4 prior to the release. So I don't think that it not being on the same timeline as those would be an issue for the fandom. So doing one more level of separation might not be that pad either.

Similar to FF, there would be similar terms that we see namely: Personas and Shadows. I doubt we could do much with changing their mechanics. And people will def draw a comparison to Palaces and the TV World Dungeons (I'm sure there's other similar overlaps in FF).

But regardless how we tweak separate it, P5 itself, has established it's own canon in it's own game. Even if Shadows/Personas are the same as the other games, P5 still explains what it is in it's own game. And it does this with the new rules it sets up for itself. Which, again, is all fine and good, but then it caves in on itself. Like a domino effect, or a spiraling whirlpool. It starts off as a small inconsistency before it grows bigger or you get sucked down deeper as they start to pile up and you realize that P5 has more holes than swiss cheese.

Low hanging/quick fruit examples: Why didn't they attempt to just ride their Personas at *insert issue*? If only Mako/Futaba can ride their Personas, why is that? Aren't they the same material? And why if everything is connected by Cognition, did the Sphinx still exist after Futaba was aware that the Sphinx wasn't her mom? ("Silly, P5R shows that she still doesn't 100% believe" shhhhh shhhhh SHHHHHH! Shit bandaid is what I call it, and really spits in the face of her literally facing her shadow. And it's all reliant on the MC saying the wrong thing. If you don't, she continues to deny the stupid thing so it's just pointless and not really showing she still has hang ups. All in all, the boss should've just disappeared all together). I mean the owner's Cognition is reflected in their dungeon no? Then why doesn't Futaba's change? "She's not in control" That....really makes no sense tho.......the world is still influence by her state of mind (it's why the world looks the way it does!), regardless if shadows are usurping her own Shadow Self or not. It flies in the face of the game's whole cognition thing.

That is something within the world of P5, it's own rules it's set up, and it breaks them time and time again. It's something that needs to be fixed, regardless if we pull a FF or keep it in the Persona verse.

That's without getting into the characters inconsistencies and it's themes bouncing all over the place and moving goal posts.

At least, this is the case of what we have now with P5. So I standby, P5 needs to be ironed out before I think it works.

But if you are wondering if Persona, in general, could work similar to FF? I don't see why not. It's kinda what they do with MegaTen anyway (not every single game is connected to another). But yes, if we could just isolate each game and not connect them, I wouldn't be opposed to that. I'm already a fan of alt timelines and universes.

Devil Survivor and Persona don't really have that much in common except the demons/Personas and maybe some other core elements that belong to the rest of the bigger franchise of Megaten.

#silly asks #silly answers #broken record that I am XP #why i hate mako's dungeon 'destroys the characters/characters' consistencies' #why i hate futaba's dungeon 'destroys the game's own damn lore'

[izzy-b-hands]

Con can sing

I don't know how Taika is musically tbh but I have a feeling he's gotta either sing or play something

I just somehow trust everyone on this show is talented somehow musically actually. Like I trust them all in a musical sense.

Anyway long story short Battle of the Bands AU in which all genres are allowed. Stede and crew are like. Whatever the Decemberists have going on in their songs abt death and murder and shit with a rock edge.

Ed and crew are some form of metal, but I'm still learning more abt the New Zealand metal scene to see what might influence their style most. But Ed definitely needs a (secretly made of foam and very light to use actually because I don't wanna kill his back and shoulders) steel chain guitar strap like Peter Steele.

Thus far I've got that everyone ends up fucking or nearly fucking each other at least once through various messy but ultimately better resolved and healthier overall poly relationships, with Stede/Ed as the main focus, and that like. Everyone at each Battle session (which I know isn't necessarily how most are done to my knowledge but shhhhhh it's okay we're gonna roll with it) to advance to the next level/match up can hardly focus because jfc can these two bands just fuck and get their shit together. Neither is bad but they're constantly making eyes at each other from the stage and it's getting mildly distracting.

That's it so far but I'm gonna hang onto it and keep steeping it in my brain

#text post #ofmd #posting because im excited but also #very stoned rn and i dont wanna forget this idea akbfkgngn #already did that with another au idea sadly

[regretthatsme]

Looney's Sister - Harry Potter x Fem!Lovegood!Reader

That's right bitches, bros, and nonbinary hoes. I'm back. I'm so happy that I finished a oneshot. AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! I'm sorry I've taken so long to post. But, it's here now!

Harry didn't know when his fondness for Luna's sister, Y/N, started. He just knew that he liked her a lot. They were quite good friends, actually. A few years ago, she saw him struggling with herbology, which just so happened to be Y/N's strong suit. It quite convenient honestly, especially when you consider the fact that Y/N was have issues in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He knew from the start that his feelings for her were more than platonic. What he didn't expect was for him to fall so hard. But, how could he not when she was so perfect.

Her bubbly personality was so inviting and warm. Her eyes made e/c his favorite color. He adored her laugh; it sounded like a beautiful melody. Her smile was just as stunning.

Godric, I'm whipped, he thought. There was one issue, though. He couldn't for the life of him ask her out, ironic for a Gryffindor. What if she doesn't like me? How do I ask her out?

His mind would race into the late hours of the night, wondering how he would work up the courage to ask her out. He knew she wouldn't like something big and extravagant, for she had trouble processing lots of information at once, much like her sister. Her sister!

Harry wondered how he never thought of asking Luna before. I mean, their personalities mirrored each other almost perfectly. He quickly ran to the forbidden forest. Luna spent most of her time there.

"Hello, Harry." A dreamy voice called to him.

"Hello, Luna."

"Is there a reason you are here?"

"Umm... yeah." Harry's face became very hot suddenly, a stark contrast to the nippy weather that morning. "I-uh. I should probably come right out and say it, shouldn't I?"

"Yes, that would be most appreciated." Luna responded. Harry couldn't tell if she was sarcastic or not.

"I've fallen deeply in love with your sister, and I was wondering if you knew how I could ask her out."

Luna was clear shocked by this revelation. She thought for a few minutes before replying, "I appreciate your honesty, however I cannot say that I am too pleased with it."

Harry's face fell slightly. "What does that mean?"

"Harry, she's recently had her heart broken by another. I'm sorry, but I do not trust you with her love."

-*-*-*-

He knew he shouldn't be over thinking this. He knew that it was pointless. He knew it was only going to give him stress, but he couldn't stop as much as he tried. Who would dare hurt her? Her? The most caring, beautiful person in Hogwarts?

Needless to say, Harry's eyes were sporting some serious under eye bags the next morning.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Asked Hermione during breakfast, noting the discoloration under her friend's eyes.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"He was up late last night." Said his best friend and roommate, Ronald Weasley.

"No, I wasn't, Ron."

"Okay. Fine. You went to bed at a reasonable time." Ron said before turning to Hermione and mouthing No he didn't. Harry was about to retaliate before a small body sat down next to him. A dreamy voice rendered his speech effectively useless as a flush filled his cheeks.

"Hello Hermione, Ron. Good morning, Harry." She addressed each individually, as she always does. "How are we this morning?"

Ron smirked a small bit at his friend's face. "Oh, I'm splendid." He remarked, chuckling slightly at his friend's state. "What about you, Harry?"

Y/N seemed to perk up at the name. Her head turned to him, only now noticing the rosy hue on his cheeks. "Oh dear, you don't look so well." Her voice was distinctly quieter, almost as if she only wanted him to hear. Her hand slowly came up to feel his forehead. "You're absolutely scalding! And it's clear you haven't gotten any sleep."

She panicked slightly.

Ron tried to hold in a laugh. "Oh, yes. Harry was hacking and wheezing last night. It was horrible."

Harry's eyes were about the size of saucers. "What are you doing?" He whispered.

"Trust me." He mouthed back.

"He's in no shape to go to class. Someone must take care of him." Harry just realized what Ron was trying to do. Wanker.

"I would, but Hermione and I have a test first period." Hermione nodded too, quickly becoming aware of his scheme. "Looks like you're going to need to take care of him. I really wish I could help."

Y/N's eyes never left Harry's face. "Be sure to tell the teachers about Harry's predicament." She said as she dragged him out of the great hall, despite his protests. She knew the password was as she was a frequenter of the Gryffindor common room. He was led to his dorm and was forced onto the bed.

"Y/N, I'm gonna tell you one more time. I'm not-"

"Shhhhhh." She cut him off. "Harry, relax. I can't remember the last time you did." She did have a point. He couldn't remember the last time he had a stress free hour, much less day. "I'm going to go to the kitchen and whip up something. Get some rest, alright?" He nodded his head. His eyelids slowly fluttered and closed. He didn't really dream, but he felt a sort of presence. It felt like a giant hug.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he woke to the sound of Y/N closing his bedroom door. "I made a soup with some clowort root mixed in. It should help with your symptoms." She said. "And, there is some water to wash it all down."

"You never cease to amaze me." He said rather bluntly in his sleepy delirium. He took a spoonful of the soup. It tasted quite like the food in the great hall, but there was something distinctly different from it. There was an unmistakable taste of... home. He quickly went for more.

"Slow down, Harry!" Y/N's volume raised ever so slightly. "Consuming large amounts of clowort root can lead to some unwanted side effects."

"Like what?"

She gestured for him to lead forward, as if telling him a secret. "People tend to make quite irrational decisions when copious amounts of clowort are in their system." She pulled back and gave a stern yet loving gaze.

"I don't know. I've eaten a decent amount and I don't feel a thing." He said indifferently. She simply rolled her eyes and looked away from him.

"Hey. I uh... I heard from Luna that you had some trouble with a boy and I'm here if you need to talk or anything." He knew that he probably shouldn't invite his crush to talk openly about a romantic partner she had, but he would listen to her talk about anything and everything just to hear her voice.

"Oh. It's nothing. Just a stupid fling that hadn't even lasted a month." Y/N said, her eyes becoming more solemn looking.

"It's just... if I had a girlfriend," especially one as perfect as you, "I would treat her better than that."

"I can see the brash decision making has already taken effect." Y/N jokes lightly, but only was laughing at it.

"I'm serious, you know." He said, grabbing her hand and lacing her fingers through his.

"Harry, you're not thinking straight-"

"Ever since we met each other and you helped me with your helped me with my homework. You were so kind."

"Harry, please don't-"

"I understand if you don't feel the same way, I wouldn't be so keen on falling in love someone who nearly dies every other weekend either, but I needed you to-"

"Harry." Her voice was ferm enough to cut off his incoherent ramblings. Her thumb brushed against the back of his hand. "You're not well. You're saying things you don't mean-"

"No, I'm not-"

"Harry, I can't have my heart broken again." Her eyes held a certain glossiness to it that he hadn't seen before. Her voice was almost breaking. "You are amazing and sweet and beautiful and... well, words can hardly describe how much I admire you. But," Her eyes darted around the room, trying to avoid eye contact. "You're just doing this because you're sick and under the influence. You don't mean it-"

"Yes, I do!" Harry giggled slightly. He was getting a bit frustrated at this point. "What do I have to do to prove it to you?"

She looked deep into his emerald eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul, and they weren't lying. Every emotion, every thought running through his pretty head, everything could be seen in them. It was so intense, she could only make eye contact for a few seconds.

"Nothing." Y/N whispered. Harry's head snapped to her. "I believe you, Harry." They sat in silence for a while, processing the revelation that just took place. It was a bit awkward. Okay, very awkward. The apprehension of the unknown was creeping upon them. Now what? Where do we go from here?

Harry was the first to make a move. He held his arm out, inviting her join him on his, rather small in hindsight, bed. She happily accepted and curled into his side. She was practically on top of him due to the size of the bed, yet he couldn't be happier. Neither could she.

Bonus:

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" Y/N was positive that Luna's cries could be heard throughout the entire castle.

"Luna, please calm down-" She tried to console.

"GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER!"

#harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter fluff #luna lovegood

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#5

When techno said he preferred the Pig techno art it was a massive manipulation maneuver on his part. He was influencing artists to draw in such a way so he'd get more free art of his fursona. And it fucking worked we cant let him get away with thi

3495 notes • Posted 2021-08-12 00:24:17 GMT

#4

Seeing connor ratio a shameless tweet by wendy's to market to mcyt fans with a link to an article about wendy's sourcing their produce from unethical farming practices is such king shit honestly.

3528 notes • Posted 2021-02-26 22:38:32 GMT

#3

piglin techno confusing the fuck out of ranboo hcs

i jus be doin some shit sometimes n then my brain is like ‘hey think a this’ and i been tryin to type this out but my internet is so bad rn i couldnt even Open a new post what the fuck. anywayss. this ran so long. so fucking long

started with ‘i wonder how piglins act’ and now technoblade is doin some shit, ranboo is so confused, and philza is a delighted bystander who is having the time of his life

technoblade is 100% piglin. many people think he’s part human to some degree but hes Completely and Utterly piglin

most assume as much since he doesnt begin to rot in the overworld. but short answer; he’s Built Different

long answer is a blessing of the bloodgod but shhhhhh

techno never corrects anyone or talks about being piglin or Anything. he just doesnt care what other people think and assume. the only one who Knows is phil

phil had first thought it was out of some sort of shame or desire to Hide it but. yeah. no. techno jus doesnt care. build; different

although more Notable piglin traits come to like if he’s close to people

piglins are both social and anti social. kinda. they can be hugely independent, do well without ‘proper’ socialization for a Long while. but they group together for Lifetimes. once piglins find a family or friends and expend Full trust to them. its all or nothing you Cant break them up

how tommy betrayed and turned his back on techno just. its like a physical pain. once he trusted and respected him, the mere Idea of betrayal was nowhere in question. it never occurred to him

philza is now the only person that techno consciously and subconsciously considers him a part of his ‘pack’ (i cant figure out a better term but that one doesnt Fit)

techno never realizes when he acts piglin traits out towards those he trusts. he never does so in company outside of what he considers family. philza notices though.

phil tends to study and research other races and cultures a lot. he’s been around a long while, has met many people of all different backgrounds. he likes knowing and understanding what he can. its just fun too.

it mostly started when he first met techno because he wanted to figure out what the FUCK techno was doing without asking and therefore embarrassing him

but phil knows techno well. and he knows piglins well enough. and he Knows techno doesnt ever seem to be self aware of his more inhuman habits

but Phil knows. and he Notices when techno starts to consider ranboo a part of the pack

First, it’s gifts.

surprisingly, its ranboo giving techno the axe first

he wasnt there to see it. but phil might as well have been present, considering how Horrifically in depth techno ‘ranted’ to him bout it

but techno reciprocates it and Then he really starts to notice more and more

first, it was giving the enchanted apple to ranboo. sure it Technically had been swiped by techno out from under ranboo but it was still Something. techno wasnt one to give up valuables easily

then techno starts ‘complaining’ about ranboos living area. and his eating habits. phil looks away when techno smuggles golden carrots into ranboo’s shack 

eventually technoblade is crafting ranboo a cloak to match their own and he’s freaking out about ranboo’s height and his dimensions and how much cloth he’ll need but he refuses to ask ranboo and phil is holding his head in his hands

(phil forces techno to gift him the cloak in person rather than stash it under his pillow and run like he’d planned. techno bitched about it but after ranboo practically lit up, burying himself in the cloak and thanking techno so hard his throat mustve hurt, techno was so practically purring the rest of the day)

after gifts, its noises. 

techno is seemingly silent. he doesnt speak up much, moves so quietly people tend to jump when he appears. 

in reality, he talks to himself constantly. either when alone or when in phil’s company. philza knows that aspect is the ‘voices’, and also just technoblade’s tendency to fill the silence and wonder his own thoughts aloud

but the snorts, squeels, grumbles, and other sounds he makes without realizing are some phil knows are piglin

its often guttural, a noise he makes in the back of his throat that rumbles and reverberates through his bones. 

itd sound terrifying to anyone, but after years of techno trilling deep when phil enters a room, when he returns from some sort of journey, when he says hello or makes his presence known in anyway, phil realized its more like a greeting. excitement to see him. it became something sweet

long story short ranboo nearly jumped so high his head went through the ceiling when he’d first walked into the home, said hello, and some gruff purr sounded from the techno’s chest

theyd both jumped so hard, stared at each other as if they were trying to figure out what was wrong with the other 

phil was physically pained as he held back his laughter to the point he was crying. that changed the subject to him quickly

it didnt happen again for a while, but phil didnt say anything and just watched. it was too entertaining

techno would make his small squeals between breaths when he remembered something, muttered to himself, snorted and huffed even as ranboo was around

ranboo got used to it. he stopped jumping or even looking confused when techno trilled some sort of deep purr when ranboo would join them for dinner

lastly, techno was tactile

or, as tactile as he could be. techno wasnt touchy even on a great day. he was selective, reserved, would lean into phil or loop an arm over his shoulders but would never say anything about it

phil didnt question it and would just pat techno on the arm without saying a word

but. sometimes. when phil would be gone for a long time, techno would rest the entire weight of his head on phil’s shoulder, practically encapturing him, rumbling and grumbling so harsh it shook phil’s whole body

phil still wasnt certain on this one. he couldnt find much in the way of what it meant. piglin’s tended to stay with their own, and they never reunited after long periods of time because they never would dare to separate for long

 he was kind of guessing here, but the way techno would drop his shoulders and practically melt made phil think he was just missing him and wanted to confirm phil’s presence. 

it wasnt like he complained. it was sweet

ranboo had been gone a while. he was vague on why, or where. phil had a suspicion or two but ranboo kept a lot of secrets

neither techno or phil pried too far, but phil could tell it was disconcerting to techno. he was tense and kept himself almost deathly busy for two weeks

(piglin rarely if ever kept secrets from one another, phil had read once. omitting a few things here and there, maybe. but lying or deception was out of the question)

phil hadn’t been there when ranboo returned. he’d been gathering firewood after techno was insistent they completely top up all of ranboo’s stores

he’d heard the muffled growls techno made as he walked towards ranboos shack, before even seeing him. 

when phil found them techno had ranboo nearly completely obscured in his cape, and definitely he’d have been out of sight if he was any shorter. 

techno’s head was lofted heavy in the crook of ranboo’s neck, forcing ranboo to hunch with arms wrapped tight around ranboo. his arms were pinned. 

ranboo caught his eyes, looking so scattered and tired and confused and maybe even terrified. he might have spoken or maybe he just mouthed ‘help me’ but the gruff purr-like sound techno made was too loud to hear him anyways

philza shoved his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing

later that night ranboo asked phil if techno was going to kill him. phil wanted to scream

even later then, techno had admitted to phil that, yeah, okay, maybe ranboo was growing on him. phil had never felt so violent

4073 notes • Posted 2021-02-06 06:39:25 GMT

#2

This was about a spider he saw in his room at 3am this morning what the fuck dude

4357 notes • Posted 2021-01-31 20:07:29 GMT

#1

c!techno wears a tshirt that says ‘Yeah im a straight A student: asexual, aromantic, agender, adhd, anxiety, anarchy’ to syndicate meetings

YO HOLYFUCK

6110 notes • Posted 2021-05-13 00:54:38 GMT

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[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

Mr. Pretty Face

CarryOnCap’s Masterlist Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: When you and Sam return to the motel after a drunken night out, the boys learn how you really feel about Dean.

Warnings: themes of alcohol, drunken karaoke, and just goofy random nonsense. Mentions of sexual feels, pining; implied Dean x reader. Fluff

A/N: I don’t know where this came from. lol. A random gif-inspired piece.  I would hope you recognize the song lyrics and references, so credit to Queen and Styx for those. Also slightly influenced by random moments from the tv shows New Girl and Mom haha.

“Alright, just a little bit further. Hey, be careful! Watch the—“

Sam huffed in frustration as you tripped over your own feet and stumbled into the doorframe, despite him supporting you with a firm arm wrapped around your waist.

“Owwww. Sam, I hit a wall...with my arm!” You drawled. “Why would they put a wall here? That’s a fun word— waaallll. A walllllll....”

You kept your tongue pressed to the roof of your mouth and dragged out the “L,” giggling at the sound it made.

“Yeah, Y/N. Real funny word,” Sam sighed, glancing down at you with mild concern.

“Sammy, it’s Deeeeeaaaannnn!” you gasped. “Dean is here!”

You heard Dean chuckle as Sam helped you collapse on the bed closest to the door.

“I see you two had a fun night out.”

You rolled to your stomach upon hearing his voice, propping your elbows on the mattress and resting your head on your hands. Your feet were hanging off the bed, so you slowly alternated kicking each leg up and down.

“You’re pretty,” you observed.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Dean grinned. “I was gonna ask how drunk she is, but I guess that answers my question.”

“She, uh, decided to give karaoke a shot...” Sam carded his fingers through his hair, tucking his locks behind his ears and shaking his head. “Everyone loved it so much, they bought her drinks the rest of the night.”

You beamed and began humming. Letting your hands fall from beneath your chin, you bobbed your head as you wiggled your fingers in the air in front of you.

“Need something?” Dean quirked an eyebrow.

“ScaraMOUCH, ScaraMOUCH, will you do the FanDANGO?” You rolled to your back and pointed finger guns at the ceiling with each syllable you sang. “THUNDER BOLTS AND LIGHTNING, VERY, VERY FRIGHTENING MEEEE--”

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose before scooping you into his arms to slide you up the bed during your “Galileos.” You sank into the pillows, rolling your head side to side as you continued singing and conducting your invisible orchestra.

“She did Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“That explains the air piano solo,” Dean remarked.

The boys stood on either side of the bed and helped you out of your boots, socks, and flannel while you squirmed and finished the rest of your performance between fits of giggles. Sam lifted you once more so Dean pulled back the covers and tuck you in. He worked his way up your legs to your torso, tucking the fabric beneath you to make it at least a little more difficult for you to roll out of bed. When he was within your reach, you stretched a hand out and gently poked the tip of his nose.

“Boop.”

“I’m glad you had fun tonight. Wish I would’ve thought to record all of this to show you in the morning.”

“You’re so hip, Dean. Hip--that’s a fun word too. Hip, hip, hippp. ‘Pics or it didn’t haaappeeen.’“

Dean glanced over at Sam and they burst into laughter again at your behavior.

“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “Welcome to my world. All night.”

“Ah, relax, Sammy. Think of how many times she’s had to take care of us--drunk or not. We don’t get the whole...cute, laughing, carefree thing very often.”

“Ewwwww, pantsssss,” you groaned, kicking away the covers.

Dean crossed the room wordlessly and began digging through your bag.

“Sam! Pssst, Sammyyyy,” you whispered loudly. “Don’t freak out...but I think your brother just said I’m cute.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Shhhhhh! He’s gonna hear you! Quick! Close your eyes so he can’t hear me.”

You covered your eyes with your hands and peeked at Sam between your fingers. He shook his head, pressing his lips in a hard line to conceal his smile. 

“I don’t think that’s how that... Actually, you know--nevermind. Sorry, Y/N. I’ll try to be more quiet.”

“’S’okay. Wanna know a secret?”

“Uh, well, I--”

“Secret, secret-- I’ve gotta sssecret,” you slurred as you sang again. “I wanna have the sex with your brothaaa.”

Across the room, Dean had still been smiling at your drunken rants. His amused expression became one of surprise as he creased his forehead and his eyebrows leaped toward his hairline. He drew in a deep breath, but otherwise stood motionless and gaping at your admission.

“That’s, uh...that’s nice, Y/N.” Sam swallowed uncomfortably and placed a bottle of aspirin on the nightstand beside you. “Maybe that’s something you should talk to him about.”

“I wanna have SEX with Deaaannn!”

“Okay--you, know what? On that note, I’m taking a shower and heading to bed. Dean, switch me beds and just...yeah. I’m officially passing her off to you.”

Sam scurried to the shared bathroom and quickly closed the door behind him. Your eyelids were growing heavy, but you grinned and waved when you slipped out of your drunken haze long enough to spot Dean again. He smiled at you gently and returned to your side with some clothes in hand.

“Alright. C’mon, Freddie Mercury. Let’s get you ready for bed,” he murmured as he began undoing your jeans with nimble fingers.

“Bowchicka wow wow.” You winked at him, kicking off your jeans ungracefully and giggling when they remained tangled at your ankles. “Look! No paaaantsss.”

“I see that.”

“Does that mean sexy times, says me, plus you?”

“Not tonight, sweetheart.” 

He helped you slip on your favorite pair of pajama shorts, then swapped out your tank top with one of his old t-shirts. When you “booed” and pouted your bottom lip out, he leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“Get some sleep, Y/N. Believe me...we’re gonna revisit this conversation tomorrow when I know it’s you talking and not all the booze. Deal?”

“Dealio Dean-io.”

Dean walked toward the door, making sure Sam had locked it properly before he turned off the lights. Leaving the lamp on the bedside table on for his brother, he crawled into bed beside you. He settled comfortably into the mattress and stretched an arm out, pulling you toward him so you could nestle into his chest.

“G’night, Y/N.”

“Night, Mr. Pretty Face,” you mumbled.

His chest rumbled beneath your ear as he chuckled quietly to himself. The feeling of his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back and his soft humming were the last things you remembered as you finally drifted off to sleep.

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Lena Luthor Appreciation Week - Day 7: Free Choice

Social Media AU - Out Lesbian Lena

#lenaluthoraw #lenaluthoredit #lena luthor #supergirl #so....i was supposed to do this for hc/au day and do something else for today and basically do the other days too But life am i right #thank u immyownnumberonelesbian for helping me w phrases and pretty much english i love u #(and for tempting me to include memes i hate u) #i'm into rich famous and with influence lena making lgbt fundraisers and stuff #4 of those insta pics are dates w kara including the healthy shit #i was gonna put a pic w david but the one w jeremy came out and it was in better quality #(anyways lena is gonna have friends and be loved like she should ok) #and u can't see but there's an 's' in the coffee cup and it wasnt even on purpose i only noticed it later #she also loves l-corp/lesbian corp jokes i wanted to do an image of her liking a tweet w one on it BUT #the insta story is a disaster i tried to grab stuff from the other templates i used plus screen shots i took so shhhhhh #and pretend the tweet one has comments #* #mine*

[monst]

Hidden in the sun (Choice 2)

Do not read if you haven’t read Hidden in the sun 

Stripper! Kirishima x Reader

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  You should have known better. Your whole life had been planned for you so why were you trying to test fate? You loved the man resting about the ruffled sheets. The magical night you spent with him was proof of that. And it hurt. You never thought it would hurt to love someone. 

     But one look to the framed photo on his dresser was all you needed to see to text a follow up reply to your fiance. 

I'll meet you at 3pm so that we can discuss the arrangements of the wedding.

    ...A text message never sounded so mournful. The dark words on the screen stared back at you, and when you saw the three dots indicating that he was responding you couldn't stop the tear that splashed against the glass. You held back a sob when you read his words. 

I'm glad you finally saw reason. I'll be waiting for you at Clariette's, we could do lunch and plan what to say for our vows. I do hope you keep them as you fooled around enough as my fiance. You're lucky I'm lenient. But once you bare my last name I won't be as tolerant.

     Your watery eyes looked to the slumbering redhead brokenheartedly as you collected your things. You placed a kiss to the scar above his eye; your eyes leveled with the picture of him and his friends during the opening of the club. And that was where you left the note.

      The note explaining your engagement the note apologizing for everything. The note that told him that you loved him too much to ever want harm to come to the place he called home. And when Kirishima woke he was dismayed. You hadn't waited to tell him these things in person. You had assumed that your family would take revenge on you by scheming against the establishment. And in your assumption you left Kirishima utterly destroyed…..

         He had gone to your place only to find out that you were no longer going to reside there. He had tried your number for months.

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       "He should see this." He heard Sero sigh.

       "I don't think that's the best thing-

       "He need to see it so that he can move on." He heard Bakugou growl. "I can't believe that bit-

       "See what?" He cut off taking the news paper from his friend…. He felt the paper grow heavy with every drop that splattered on the black and white text. He smiled sorrowfully as he couldn't help but think of how stunning you looked. You looked like something out of a dream. ...Out of his dream, one in which you were snatched away and he awoke from it cold and alone. 

          He didn't want to be spiteful. And as he recognized the surnames on the paper his hand scrunched up the sheets. He couldn't be spiteful even if he wanted to. You didn't seem happy, hell he knew you weren't happy and he hated himself so much more for that. You were going to live the rest of your days unhappily just so they could keep the club. It was at times like this that he wished he was more…. Life was sometimes unkind to the wrong people.

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    "Oi you can't keep wallowing in 'despair' for your whole damn life. We've got a business we're running here and you can't keep half passing your performances!" 

       Bakugou's words had gone into one ear and out the other for a very long time. It took months before his performance was at least presentable. But there was always a dull ache in his chest when he looked out into the crowd and thought of you. It still ate at him that you were someone else's and that you were miserable…

      He had thrown himself into watching more Crimson Riot movies. Each film was packed with his favorite actor. And each film held the echo of your faint laughter. With each film he relieved his moments with you. And it was eating at his soul. 

      He was glad that he had such amazing friends that had helped him through it and slowly but surely he had stopped watching those films. They hurt too much to look at. And soon he gave them up as well. Two things, he had lost two things he loved in the course of a year… 

      As the seasons passed the ache grew bearable. And he grew to learn why people never forgot their first love. When he thought of you, he thought of you fondly and hoped that you were somehow happy now. That during the years you spent with your husband that you had grown to love him. Hope was his only solace and he had begun to hope for himself too. So much so that he was going to finally watch a Crimson Riot movie! A rerun at an old theater in town. This was his way of finally letting go of you. 

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     Three years and your heart still yearned for the redheaded stripper. Not a day went by in which you didn't think of Kirishima Eijirou. You hoped and prayed he had moved on and found someone. Found someone to erase the stain you left on his life. Erase the hurt you etched into his soul. 

     You felt like such a fool when you learned that the owner of the strip club was your father's business rival. That knowledge changed everything as you realized that you left Kirishima in vain. Your father had no influence over Yagi's property. But that knowledge was fed to you after you had walked down the aisle. And so out of sheer obligation you stayed in wedlock.

      Three years wasn't long but it was enough to come to care for someone. And you did care for your husband. However it wasn't in the same way that you loved Kirishima. Because oddly enough you still loved the red head with the same intensity you did three years ago. But back to your husband. Surprisingly enough he was good to you. It made it hard to hate him but that didn't mean your life together was easy. 

      Intimacy between you two happened during your second year of marriage. It happened that one time and never again… because it was while the both of you were drunk. You knew that it affected him. That your lack of genuine affection bothered him and so out of care for him you proposed that the both of you file for a divorce. The lord was your witness that during those three years you had remained faithful. 

      Granted you knew you wouldn't have if you had visited Kirishima when you had found out that your leaving was in vain. But you hadn't and your husband was grateful that you gave him that and you had saved him face. 

      It was in front of your father that the both of you signed the divorce papers. Neither of you complained and the pair of you didn't want to fight over material property. You left the room wishing him well and wishing him luck in finding someone who will live him. The both of you had wasted three years and although you were now friends it still didn't substitute for a lover. And with a final hug to your ex husband you left. 

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     The day was youthful and you heard mentions of a screening. Crimson Riot's Hidden in the sun was playing in town. And you figured you'd go there to celebrate. As a matter of fact you hadn't watched a single Crimson Riot film since Kirishima. And as you sat down in the theater you couldn't help but think of the red head. You figured that he probably had a new flame, and like someone who didn't learn from their mistakes of assumption you assumed he would be with that made up being.

     "Ah shoot I almost missed the opening." You heard someone say as they sat next to you. 

     "Well that would have sucked because the opening is amazing it's when Mei-

     "Slaps Kujo for sneaking into her room to hide. A lot of people think that it's a dumb first scene but I think it's clever because it helps Mei recognize him in a later scene." He finished.

    "You sound like a fan." You laughed. 

    "The biggest." It was then that the stranger turned his head towards you in order to introduce himself but his breath caught in his thought as he gasped in shock.

     "(Name)!"

     "E-Eijirou!"

    "Shhhhhh the film is playing!"

"To live, To truly live, we must be willing to risk. To be nothing in order to find everything. To leap before we look." - Mandy Hale         Never be afraid to take a leap of faith and follow your heart. You may regret it later on and you might not be in time to take your choices back.

#HITS #Hidden in the sun #eijirou kirishima #kirishima eijirou x reader

[blacksurvivalnostalgichanges]

My Take On What Kind Of Student Each Character Is

minus the ones that we fully know about and the ones i didn’t wanna write for

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Adela: She’d be the student that’s very prodigious on a certain subject, but not be very good at most others. Like, she needs help in english, or P.E., but once science class hits she becomes coveted as a project partner. Of course, the moment that someone pulls out a game board she either gets in and demolished everyone else, or is actively let out to level the playing field.

Adriana: She’d be a big troublemaker, the type you see getting switched from classes or on detention at least once until the first half of the year’s done. Everyone knows her as THAT kid. She’s the student that shoves an eraser in the outlet to make the classroom lights go out. She’s the student that burns something, but no one knows what, just knows there’s a suspicious burning smell, flustering the teachers and supervisors. Those are both real stories I have from highschool, by the way. Neither were caused by me, though.

Alex: He’s the kid everyone forgets exists. Either because they’re never present in class and eventually become that one name everyone laughs at because “oh hah the teacher hasn’t realized courtney’s NEVER showing up”, or because they just don’t talk much and turn away or bore folks trying to socialize with him.

Arda: He’s the kid that’s really smart, but everyone gets kinda creeped out by him. Someone looks for him as a kid, and finds him looking at the ground far too close to an anthill. They ask him what he’s doing, and he gets on this weird rant on how ants live and how life is precious but fleeting. People often want him to be in their group on group assignments since it guarantees an A, but fully expect the assignment to not go pleasantly.

Aya: The narc. The tattletale. That kid that no one tells anything to. Beloved by teachers and supervisors, but others usually aren’t that fond of her. Probably gets bullied over it, and eventually gets a huge complex over how she can’t actually make them stop by talking to authority figures. 

Barbara: She’s the kid that knows a lot about how to use the computers when it gets to that. She’d be really good at arts and crafts projects, and get good grades, but be secretly utterly bored by literally everything that doesn’t have that sort of physical building-up and get really excited and happy when tech class starts, or the arts teacher makes an assignment where she can make things beyond drawing or writing about old artists she doesn’t care much for.

Bernice: He’s the really depressed, existencial kid. Bummer to be around. Makes a joke about death that makes everyone fall silent. One of his classmates became a psychologist and sent him their card.

Camilo: The one dude that folks either know as the guy that gets with lots of people, or as really self-absorbed. Passing grades but only that, probably.

Cathy: The kid that wants to be a doctor. Always has bandaids and antiseptics ready, gets called on whenever people get hurt pretty bad (presuming the nurse’s office isn’t available or her school doesn’t have one). 

Chiara: The jehovah’s kid that tries to get their friends to go to the church. Type to show up to a friend’s house on a Sunday, and try to get them to go with her to the church. People usually try to just quietly ignore it or try to just be a good influence on her, since they don’t know how they’d decode her from it.

Daniel: Him being the goth kid’s a given, but he’d also be that really artistic kid that folks admire (because dang his art’s so good) but also get kinda weirded out by. Voted Most Likely to Kill Someone.

Echion: He’s that dude that randomly fights people for no reason, actually winds up creating harm, gets suspended, then next day a teacher starts talking about how everyone should’ve been more patient with him despite the fact that he was hurting people. (hoping this isn’t relatable)

Eleven: She’d be that student that’s always letting others borrow their stuff, has a bunch of friends she helps with school stuff when they don’t get it, and is generally too nice for this world. I know her backstory involves her friends all being fake and only there for her dad’s influence but I’m going to willingly ignore that and say folks love her and are her friends without influence from her dad. Shhhhhh.

Eva: The student that makes jokes during classes, either whispering to friends or out loud when the teacher allows it. She probably doesn’t like science.

Emma: You know that kid that would bring a book about magic to school? And do magic tricks for people mid class? That. Except she’d actually commit to it for more than a week. Teachers hate her.

Fiora: Sword lesbian. She’d likely have average grades mostly, but excel in P.E. Probably in the student council, maybe as the president with Jenny being the vice president because Fiora would trust her with that sort of thing.

Hart: She’d be the type to go through school sort of in a “i gotta” type of motivation, then after graduation you find out she made a mixtape.

Hyejin:The kid that would be able to help deprogram Chiara because she’s also religious but knows the line. I feel like she’d be the arts and crafts kid too, maybe have her dream job be psychology.

Isol: The kid that’s causing mischief, but in a sort of quiet sneaky way. The kid that made the school administration make a huge fuss trying to figure out who the fuck made the classroom lights go out, or stole something. A week passes. No one even knows who the fuck did it because he’s that good.

Jackie: Openly wanted to be a doctor. Everyone silently suspects she’s the murder doctor type.

Jan: The kid that’s really nice and chill. Then he does pushups with no effort and everyone realized that he’s actually really strong and could probably break them in half if he wanted to. Someone asked him why he works out so much. He answered “to pick up big dogs easily”. Nadine nodded in understanding.

Jenny: The theater kid. Probably isn’t that interested in most classes until either english or art decides that making a play would be interesting. Fiora would be really supportive of her and show up every rehearsal, and record the plays every time.

JP: Okay, we kinda know how he was in school but i still wanna harp on it? Like, he hacked into the school system to get test answers. He definitely emasculated every other kid that wanted to cause mischief. And whenever someone got angry at him for it he probably just tricked them into a ligma joke. King. Legend. He probably got held back though. 

Lenox: She probably wouldn’t kick too much fuss in school, be kind of generically nice and fun, but nothing special. Until they meet her post graduation years later and find out the path she took and they now have a good ice breaker.

Leon: The only kid that got excited for swimming classes. Probably has stories about times he went to the beach. I think he’d also be the kid that feels REALLY pressured to get good grades and doesn’t feel happy enough with anything under a ten.

Li Dailin: Got caught doing drugs in the bathroom. Probably is the one who’s picked to organize events.

Luke: The kid that gets really annoyed when people touch their things because of cleanliness. Everyone asks him when they need hand sanitizer because he always has it. Also probably is the kid that makes jokes over what the teacher said.

Magnus: The guy that’s always smoking right outside school. Got caught doing drugs in the men’s bathroom.

Mai: The kid that’s known to be kind of snobby and annoying, that people kinda stay away from. Probably has plenty of material but never lets anyone borrow it. Not even the people that she knows won’t try to steal it. 

Nadine: The cause of the dog that keeps showing up into school. If the school had a mascot she’d likely be the one taking care of it. Also the kid that becomes coveted when teams are being made for sports.

Nathapon: Gets in detention because he won’t fucking put away his phone ever and filmed the classes.

Nicky: She’d probably actively look for fights, but only ones where the other person did something to deserve it. For example, she sees someone bullying the teacher, trying to steal their things, and she’d get into a fight with the person to make them stop. (That story was caused by me. ....oh god is that why i like hyunwoo)

Rosalio: Jock, but a jackass.

Rozzi: Voted Most Likely to Kill Someone. Everyone kinda stays away from her because she looks so threatening, but as the year goes on everyone finds out she’s actually kind of a dork and the facade winds up getting undone. She gave the teachers food as a goodbye gift before graduation.

Shoichi: Very first day, the teachers do the ‘what do you want to do when you grow up’ thing and he says he’ll become a business major. The kid that’s kind of annoying, but since they’re smart the teachers don’t care unless they become fully disruptive.

Silvia: She’d be the kid that gets bullied over not being very smart. She asks obvious questions, tends to not pull her weight on group projects, that sort of stuff. Though, I think she wouldn’t be the type to get low self esteem over it, I think she’d let it slide every time and keep her chin up. She’d likely have a lot of friends because of that carefree disposition.

Sissela: Often misses school, does it online, or leaves early because she’s always sick. May or may not take a depression leave at some point. While her getting bullied over her fragileness might be expected, it never happens because if anyone even tried to bully her, half the class would defend her because DUDE SHE’S JUST A SMALL BUT SWEET KID LEAVE HER ALONE

Sua: The kid that LIVES in the library. The moment a book report is needed she winds up having to help everyone get it. Incapable of being teased because she just takes everything as her sweet gentle self and never actually gets hurt from it.

William: Jock. That’s it.

Xiukai: He’s the kid that sneaks in food during class. The food equivalent of the kid that everyone gets candy from. He once ate soup in class and Nadine yelled “I SMELL MEAT! SOMEONE HAS SOUP!”. No one believed her.

Zahir: Another guy who’s pretty smart, but kind of weird. He never gets any meme reference. He rarely tries to reference any memes he does learn about, but when he does everyone thinks that it might be best that he doesn’t use them often.

#school daze #black survival headcanons #black survival #headcanons #a long time coming huh #sidenote i feel like i should not like caffeine (from rwby) as much as i do #it's pretty generic but CAFFEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIINE

[philmunsey]

Our Sanctuary of Secrets

Shhhhhh. We all have secrets. For some of us, our secrets have us. Secrets are not just private tales we tell. Secrets have consequences, for good or the not so good. Listen to what Christ said about secrets in LUKE 12:2 “Nothing is covered up that will not be revealed, or hidden that will not be known. Therefore whatever you have said in the dark shall be heard in the light, and what you have whispered in private rooms shall be proclaimed on the housetops!”

You might be thinking, I don’t want anyone to hear my secrets. And when we read that verse you might be under the impression that God is a tattletale. You would be mistaken. That’s not the point. What IS the point - is that secrets whispered in our SANCTUARY are not compartmentalized in a separate isolated place. There isn’t a wall between our private secrets and what gets publicly shouted on the rooftop! The connection is real. The secret to our success IS our secrets! Let’s not be intimidated, but rather inspired that the pure and positive thoughts we meditate and give attention to will indeed manifest. So what is a secret? When we say, Our “Sanctuary of Secrets,”what do we mean? Well, a secret is our premeditated thoughts and images, it’s our inner dialogue that we record and listen to over and over again. Secrets are like seeds. Every thought and image is a seed that grows when nurtured and nourished. Like a seed that remains private underground - as the roots go down, the fruit comes up - be it good or bad! Secrets have consequences. This is why I try to pause before I THINK. You read right. By the time I speak - my secrets have already taken root. I must pay attention to my innermost thoughts. To think about what I’m thinking about. These are my secrets! Nothing done in secret remains secret, but will be revealed.

Years ago my wife Jeannie and I were on a diet. Each day we would account to one another what we had eaten. Both of us were losing a little weight everyday. But I was preaching a three night series of services in Los Angeles. As I would drive home each night I had to pass an “In and Out burger” restaurant. The first night I passed with but a pause. A selah moment. The second night I slowed down just enough to perhaps but smell the fresh double-patty, double-cheese,”secret-sauce” cheeseburger from the famous number #1 combo, which includes fresh cut fries from a whole potato straight into the fryer...Hmmmm. I knew if I stopped and gave in to the temptation I would have to be accountable and pay the consequences. It was weighty decision. The third night I decided it wouldn’t hurt to get off the exit and watch others enjoy what I knew I shouldn’t. I would just ease on down the road observing. Well, as I slowly drove by, I must have blacked out! The next thing I knew I was in line and being asked, “how can I help you?” “Uh!” I changed my voice and responded, “I’ll take a number one combo with a Diet Coke” I so enjoyed it! Guilt could not spoil my delight. Or at least until I finished! Then it hit me. How would I account for this secret-sin? Could I hide the evidence and pretend it never happened? As I pulled into the garage late that night, I decided to hide my sin. I took the evidence and not only did I throw it away, I stuffed the evidence deep into the garbage container. I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed. If Jeannie did not see me eat that cheeseburger did it mean it didn’t happen? If it’s a secret it’s not real right? What was I thinking? I wasn’t! The next morning when my wife and I got on the scale, of course, she was down in her weight, and me, well, I was up! I mumbled something and rationalLIED my way through that awkward moment. Later that day Jeannie was paying the bills when she discovered she had inadvertently threw away the wrong portion of the bill. She proceeded to go into the garage and dig through the garbage container to find it. Not only did she find the bill, she found my “In and Out” bag of evidence! Busted! Here’s my point. Just because what we think upon is in SECRET does not mean it has no consequences. Remember what Christ said, Our private secrets ultimately get shouted publicly.

But there’s yet another reason to soul-search our secrets. Secrets are not just our thoughts. The word SECRET in Hebrew, Greek and Latin can mean; “a place; “a dwelling,” “closet,” a “chamber” or “sanctuary.” Or that which is “set apart.” Listen to how Christ describes it in Matthew 6:6 “...But when you pray, go into your ROOM and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in SECRET. And your Father who sees in SECRET will reward you..”

Secrets are not just WHAT we think and meditate upon, but our secrets are also WHERE we think and meditate. Secrets reside and abide in our inner-chamber. Our Sanctuary of Secrets is a place. Not only do I want to keep my secrets pure and positive, but I also want to keep my sanctuary pure and positive. My inner sanctuary not only is a host to my secrets, but it is where I host the presence of God. A profound yet confounding scripture is found in the continuation of Christ’s words in Matthew 6: 22,23. It states, “The lamp of the body is the eye. If therefore your eye is GOOD, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eye is BAD, your whole body will be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in you is darkness, how great is that darkness!” This is speaking of our inner-eye. The eye of our heart, the conscience. If the light of our conscience is darkened then everything is darkened. Our inner eye determines how we receive and perceive everything and everybody. I love the story of the wise old man who was a gatekeeper of the city. Often he would be asked by visitors, “What kind of people live in this city?” He would answer with a question, “What kind of people are the people in the city you came from?” Some would say, “the people we’ve left behind are not good people. We are looking for better people to do life with.” “Oh” the wise man would answer, “Don’t come here. the people are the same!” Others would answer differently, “The people we left are wonderful! We hated to go, but we’re seeking better opportunities for our family” “Oh then,” he’d answer, “Come here, the people are the same!” You see, We don’t see people and circumstances the way they are, but the way we are. We don’t attract in life what we want, but we attract who we are! We are our secrets. This is why guarding our secrets is vital. I would dare say, managing Our Sanctuary of Secrets is the most important task we have in life. Especially our dark secrets. Just as we have our secret place where we have access to the Father, we can also unknowingly make a “secret place” for the enemy in our sanctuary. The scriptures teach that Satan has been “cast into utter darkness...” That means what is in darkness is within Satan’s territory of influence. Let’s Imagine a mean junkyard dog bound to a twenty foot chain. Though bound by that chain, if someone gets within twenty feet or even closer to that mean dog the dog will be able to attack. So it is with the devil. Though bound, and we know Christ has bound the devil, if by design or default we drift into darkness the enemy will be attracted and attack those areas we let abide in the dark.

My prayer is, Oh God, help me control my secrets. And especially help me not be trolled by dark secrets. From time to time it does me good to examine my sanctuary of secrets. Ezekiel warned in chapter 8, verse 12; Then he said to me, “Son of man, have you seen what the elders of the house of Israel are doing in the dark, each in his room of pictures - [chamber; shrine] of his own idol [carved image]? They say, ‘The Lord doesn’t see us. The Lord has left [abandoned; forsaken] the land.”

What was happening to these elders?They were outwardly carrying out their religious duties, but inwardly, in their sanctuary of secrets, in darkness they worshipped idols. That sounds strange and pagan like. So what is an idol? An idol is something or someone that we allow to have power over our lives. Anything or anyone that rules over our thoughts, will, or emotion can become an idol. We can make “carved images” out of our past hurts and memories. Places of pain, angst and anger, judgement, prejudice and other dark images that we hide, and in doing so we set them apart for sacred secret worship! Do I have idols hidden in my sanctuary? The only way to erase the dark secrets is to face them. When we confront our dark secrets we shed light. Light then eradicates the darkness. Don’t be afraid to face your darkness. You might be pleasantly surprised that God does not condemn you, He wants to bring light and love to your darkness. King David wrote. “If I descend to HELL, God YOU are there!”

Don’t be intimated by dark shadows. You can’t go so low that God is not there to help you. Your darkest secret seeds and deeds cannot eclipse God’s mercy and Grace! Even your doubts cannot intimidate God! When we doubt God. When in those dark moments we secretly deny our beliefs or second guess our experiences. When we fear God is not real. Don’t be afraid to go there. There, God is near. The scriptures teach, “...if we confess our sins...if we walk in the light, as He is the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus His Son cleanses us from all sin.” (1 John 1;6,7)

As we confess our sins, and here’s what I believe it means; If I agree, if I say the same thing Christ says about my sins, specifically that I AM FORGIVEN, I AM THE RIGHTEOUSNESS of Christ, and that all my sins are forgiven; past, present and future, THEN in the light of that revelation I remain cleansed and in fellowship! God calls us to live in the light, and fellowship in His love. When God sees you, he sees everything good and wonderful about you. You can say confidently these words, “Jesus KNOWS me, this I LOVE.” The one who knows me best, loves me most!

I want to share something personal. It’s about a transformation that happened in my life with my wife. We are in our 42nd year of marriage. Someone once asked what’s it like being married to the same woman for 42 years? I responded, “I don’t know. I’ve been married to at least 7-8 different women. They all have the same name, Jeannie Munsey, and right now she’s the best version of herself! Our journey hasn’t always been easy. For instance, for years I harbored a self righteous anger in my sanctuary of secrets against her. Often Jeannie would talk to me about things I would say or do that bothered her. Usually a conversation would start like this, “Phil we need to talk!” “Oh boy, here we go!” I’d secretly mumble. Then she would proceed to share her heart and hurt. I would typically act like I was paying attention. Note; Silent and listen have the same exact letters, but mean something entirely different. Being silent means I shut my mouth and my heart. To listen means I open my heart before opening my mouth. I would often carry on an inner dialogue with myself in my sanctuary of secrets that would go something like this; “I NEVER confront you about what bothers me! You seem to always have a word or two about what I need to correct, but me, I never speak a word of complaint to you...” It was like I was writing these self-righteous checks of being the good guy and depositing them into our relationship account. I felt I was saving up equity to leverage against her at the opportune time. Then the day came when my secret got shouted out. Just as she was about to talk to me about something that needed to be addressed, I no longer was able to contain myself, I bursted out, “Have you ever paid attention to the fact that it’s always YOU commenting on your concerns about what I’m doing wrong? I rarely if EVER bring up my concerns and complaints!” (There. I told her!) But my check deposits were about to bounce big time! “Oh!” she said, “You don’t have to say anything, your actions and attitude speaks louder than your words!” Busted, again. Please know, your spouse will never deliberately say or do anything to hurt you. If you can’t believe that, their greatest gift to you is negated. Trust and respond truthfully.

“A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.” (Luke 6:45)

This scripture challenges me to examine my heart and what I’ve been storing up in my Sanctuary of Secrets!

One last illustration. Years ago, Joel Osteen was invited to be on a very popular prime time television talk show. Joel has always seen himself as a guest when he’s on “secular” television. He carries himself just like he’s an invited guest at someone’s home, even if it in millions of homes. His response to the questions are always humble and kind. But his kindness has not always been taken kindly. Some in the Christian community felt that on this particular night his answers were evasive. The attacks on him were unmerited and unmerciful. A month or so later he was asked to return. This time he took a little more time to articulate his response to a tough theological issue. He nailed it! Afterwards as we got in the car, he looked at me and said, “I think I did pretty good!” I said, “You most certainly did, it was powerful and anointed!” Later that night as I laid in bed, in my sanctuary of secrets, I began to reflect on Joel’s comment. I had never heard someone say something so positive and pure about themselves. Oh! In my 47 years of being in the ministry I had certainly heard bragging and arrogance, but what Joel said to me that night was neither. It came from a pure sincere place from his heart. It moved me and caused me to search my heart. I’ve always tried to be an encourager. It has come easy to give positive comments to others. But I would not, I could not compliment myself. To the contrary. I would cut myself down. I’d be so critical and demeaning to myself in my sanctuary of secrets. That night the Lord revealed to me that I was allowing the dark side, the light of my heart’s eye, to go dark. My sanctuary of secrets had formed a tainted and tilted skewed view of myself. I could not continue to attempt to have negative views about myself and yet still claim to have positive views about others. It was a lie. I was lying either to myself or to others. I thought I could use one set of lenses to view myself and another set of lenses to view others. James declares otherwise. “You can’t draw bitter and sweet water from the same well.” It was time to reconcile my secrets. To put light in my dark places and make peace with my secrets. I wanted to start believing the best in everything and in everyone - starting with me!

Today, let’s examine our secrets. I’ve taken the liberty to slightly adapt Philippians 4:8, “Finally, whatever SECRETS is true, whatever secrets is honorable, whatever secrets is just, whatever secrets is pure, whatever secrets is lovely, whatever secrets is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these SECRETS!”

I want to be pure in my heart. I want my sanctuary of secrets to be whole and holy. God, give me a pure and positive heart! May this be your prayer too!

Phil Munsey

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Everything happens for a reason

Part 19: drunk with Joonie boy

Warning: y/n is annoying, I know. I tried to stop her from drinking before she makes a fool of herself but she didn't listen to me. What could I do? 😂🤷🏼‍♀️

A lot of alcohol, a little crises situation and a lot of bad words. Also a cute cute gay scene, if you are not comfortable with that then go to hell you homophobic don't read.

Don't drink and drive (I had to say it) 😍

Enjoy that party between Joon and Y/n

W.c. 3639

You’ve been drinking, talking and eating chips and olives with Namjoon for about 4 hours now. Why are you eating olives? You can’t tell exactly. He said something about Martini and Gin tonic, you decided to try it with Soju and found it was not that bad at all. The most memorable part of the evening was when you have danced with him, sharing your favorites songs of the moment and dancing on popular success as well. Actually, “dance” is a big word when you still have a cast from mid lap to the tips of the toes. You can barely walk more than 25 meters so, with a knee that doesn’t bend at all, it was just an attempt to dance. You have moved to the music must be the correct term in that case. Sometimes standing up, sometimes sitting on the couch but both of you trying your best to move to the beat.

The only cloud on the horizon for you is the more you drank, the more you felt the sadness invade every fiber, every cell of your body. Almost as if the pain you had been feeling for the last months was amplified. As if it wanted to go out through every pore of your skin, driven by a will of its own. Immediately after you felt that pain being unbearable, you stopped drinking. But it was too late already, the alcohol had made its effect in your blood system. You were immensely sad, unable to hold back your tears and your sobs. You were dejected, depressed. Fortunately for you, you were alone with Namjoon and he was drunk dead himself, laughing his ass out and talking loud. He was philosophizing on life and love, comparing the Korean and American star system, talking about music and his love for his fans. When he saw your tears, after a probably 10 minutes monologue, time is so relative when you are drunk, he asked with a choppy speech:

“Why are you crying like that jelly bean”

Even if you are drunk, there is still a little brain cell that remains active. You don’t want to tell him why you are sad. Well, maybe you ain’t that drunk after all.

“I am not crying, I am laughing”.

“Oooh I really thought you were crying”, he said, with confusion all over his face.

“You’re too clever oppa, I am crying” and you started to cry louder, making big “babies” noises. Namjoon didn’t know how to react, being more than intoxicated himself. So he did what he does best under every triggering life situation, he tried to reason it by speaking his mind out loud.

“It means that you are a blue jelly bean today. I can’t wait for you to be a red one. Or a pink one. Every color has his own meaning you know”.

“Shut the fuck up Namjoon, can you stop that sexy brain from operating for a night only? But why do you track my moods with Jelly bean colors?” You asked, pointing your temple with your index.

“Well, that’s interesting. I don’t know”. He started to laugh as he had heard the most funny joke ever, tapping his laps, eyes disappearing, big guttural noises coming from his throat. Sexy noises...

“You think my sadness is funny” He tried to be serious, trying his best to stay straight on his feet, fighting against gravity to keep his balance.

“No, I am sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, really”. He was trying his best not to move. To make sure he was not making any mistakes. You know Namjoon, he would never laugh at somebody’s pain. He would try to help the person. Analysing, talking, finding solutions with them.

“I believe you, you are too good to do that”, you said, looking at him in the eyes. Those noises he made a few seconds ago still messing up with your brain. No longer having inhibition due to alcohol and his beautiful face in front of you, were enough to put your libido on fire. Hoseok and you, it’s over anyway, right? Well you can’t stop something that never started, right?

You tried hard to unravel your thoughts when you received a text message. You took your phone from your pocket and smiled when you read the first message from Jimin.

You closed your phone, you are filled with a tremendous joy, your 2 best friends are together and it seems to have been going very well for them. Your happiness would normally have manifested by smiles and laughter or even a happy dance, but not tonight. Not after 2 bottles of Soju, 2 glasses of wine and so much tequila shots that you can’t even count them. All those drinks in a 4 hours delay.

“What’s wrong”, Namjoon asked, barely audible. His volume was quieter than earlier. He seems tired.

“I am happy, I cry because I am happy but I can’t tell you why. Shhhhhh!” You placed your index on your lips to show him you won’t tell another word, spitting in the process.

“Shhhh” he repeated after you, mimicking your gesture but spitting on purpose, because he thought it was funny.

“I am happy, that’s why I cry” you said half crying and half laughing at Namjoon's childish behavior.

“Oh, well, it’s logical, I guess”

He took your hand and guide you to the sofa. You sat together, side by side without any space between your bodies. You are use to Namjoon’s proximity and hugs, the two of you naturally bonding together. Strangely, he never made you feel this way, weak. Even when you danced together at the studio the other day, twerking, shaking your hips and having fun, you never felt physically attracted to him. You are well aware he’s sexy, he has a beautiful body and a sexual aura surrounding him but you never imagined him that way. Mostly because your desire and your love were reserved for Hobi only. Why is Namjoon so hot tonight?

He took his head between his hands, his face suddenly whitening.

“Hey, my head turns. Do you mind if I go to sleep?”

“Oh noooooooooo”. You cry louder than before, if it’s possible. “Joonie, don’t abandon me please, not you too. My leg abandoned me, my work abandoned me, my love abandoned me. I am alone and nobody looooooves me”. And you started to feel down again, like that in the blink of an eye. The joy you have felt a minute ago for Jimin and Taemin is already a vague memory. This warmth sensation of happiness being ephemeral as a shooting star in your clouded sky.

“Well love ME, I won’t abandon you” he said, grabbing your hand to drag you closer. You swear, if it wasn’t of that annoying cast, you’d be landing on his thighs right now. Have you imagine his lips gently brushing your ears while he whispered that in secret? A futile gesture, being alone with you anyway. He cannot have done that, right?

You laughed through the tears. Did you dream his other hand on your lower back, flirting with your behind, just a little longer than necessary?

“Oh! No leader, you don’t want that. I am a lost case. Nobody wants JUST an EX backup dancer. No you deserve an idol like you. A sexy brain like you. A sexy body like you. A goddess, a queen. The best woman on earth. You deserve Rosé”.

“No, no, no, I beg to differ… but Rosé? where is that coming from?” He’s too brilliant for his own good, he will do the maths and understand very fast where it’s coming from.

At this exact moment, you hear Hoseok entering the house, laughing, a female voice answering a sentence you did not hear. That can’t be true. Please….

“It is nice, I'm glad you agreed to lend it to me” She said, with a smile in her voice. You can imagine the sparkling eyes she probably has too. Taemin always told you that your eyes sparkles when you are talking about Hobi.

“It’s not a problem at all Chae”. He said as he entered the living room, hand in hand with her.

That’s it. Now he sees her as a “real person” instead of his celebrity crush. She’s not Rosé anymore, she’s Chae, her birth name. It’s more personal, more intimate. How many dates did they have now? You know they wanted to meet as much as possible before Hobi and the boys will leave for 12 days tomorrow at 15h00.

Did they shared their first real kiss? Did they made love? Did she touched him like that? Hoseok said he would never initiate anything sexual the first dates unless she does it first. Did she? Is she an «easy catch»? Probably not but who can resist Hobi’s lips? Who can say no to him after seeing his hands, his delicates and long fingers? Who can resist the way he talks with his intelligent and bright eyes? His funny faces and sound effects noises? The way always understand the others is irresistible too, no? He’s so perfect.

Everything, every little gesture of affection with him could have lead you to bed, you are certain of that. He, only he, would have that power on you. Nobody else. Does he have this power on her? She certainly have it on him… Your love, your wonderful man. You’ve loved him so much and for so long. How can you have desire somebody else than him, even for a tiny second, even under the influence of alcohol. He’s here in front of you and the only thing you can think about is that you lost him, to her. YOUR man. YOUR love. You hate her with every cell of your body.

“Oh no, Joonie... I… vomit”.

Normally, you would have stand up and run to the bathrooms but with the right leg in a full cast and the coordination required to stand up, you can’t make a miracle. You turned your head to the left, trying as much as possible to protect your cast and empty the content of your stomach on Namjoon’s pants. Twice.

“Oh well, we did eat that” is the only thing he said while looking at his pants with disgust plastered on his face.

Both of you started to laughed in front of a non amused Hobi and a “panic mode” Rosé, or “Chae” more precisely.

“Ok, well Oppa, I don’t want to make my driver wait any longer”, she said to Hobi, clearly not willing to spend one more minute here with your drunk ass vomiting and another one on the merge to.

Hobi served her some excuses as he was leaving the living room. You heard him open a few drawers and came back. You were still sitting on the couch, stil with Namjoon on your left. He was about to sleep or vomit, you couldn’t tell. Both of you, drunk paralysed on the couch, acting like young teenagers that has been caught doing something prohibited, holding hands by solidarity. Both completely unbothered by the mess on his pants.

«Hi y/n» she says, with a shy and embarrassed smile. “You remember me? We worked together for a stage performance once”.

Does she thinks you’re dumb? You don’t even answer to that because she is baby talking to you. Tonight, drunk, you don’t even pretend that you like her, you don’t give a shit to be honest.

“Y/n, you know the book I lent you? Are you done reading it?” Hoseok asked with empty hands as he was coming back from his room.

“No, I have 3 more chapters to read» you answered.

“Would you mind lent it to Chae when...?”

“Certainly, as soon as I am done reading it”.

“It’s because…”

No fucking way. She stole your man, she ain’t gonna take that freaking book before you are done with it. You don’t care, you just don’t want her to take it away from you.You snapped.

“Sweet baby Jesus Jung Hoseok, you ain’t for real. I said I am not fucking done, I ain’t a slow reader, she will have it in 2 days maximum. Capitch? The book is mine right now, MINE.”

He was shocked, incomprehension all over his face. His fans would have called it his “meme face”. Normally, you love the variety of expressions be can show. Normally…

“Y/n, I didn’t ask you to give it to her now, you misunderstood”. Hobi tried to answer but Namjoon was almost as mad as you were, he must have heard the same thing. Or not. Maybe he’s mad because he’s mimicking you again, that would be so him like.

«Hey, who take something away from a pretty girl to give it to another one. Hoseok, where are your manners, man? Have you lost your mind over a sexy body? I understand you might...»

Hoseok doesn’t want Namjoon to continue, not in front of Rosé. He tried to shut his leader but he couldn’t. Namjoon being drunk as fuck, loud and inhibitionless.

«Man, that’s unfair. Don’t take it away from her, it’s her book, her story. You are so blind Hoseok, so fucking blind». His speech was slow, he was drunk speaking. But his mind was strangely clear. Did he understand you love Hobi?

You wanted to put one delicate finger, gently on his mouth to make him stop talking but, it’s your whole hand that harshly landed on his lips. It must have been the lack of coordination.

«SSSSSHHHHHHH shut up and go change, you stink »

«Thanks to you for that. I should be taking a shower. Wanna join?» He asked you, smirking.

Hoseok reacted fast.

«Sorry Chae, I think I can’t accompaigned you to the door. I will have to take care of those drunk dumbass» he told her.

«It’s ok, well, goodnight oppa». And she pecked his lips, her gentle, delicates, perfectly manicured fingers on his cheeks. You started to cry, big tears running on your cheeks. Suddenly, your pain were becoming anger, real bad drunk anger.

«OMG, we are animals now. That’s ok female, you can mark your territory. I am not even going to fight against you, you win big time against the trash bag, unemployed, legless me. You also can choke on his dick, I won’t be mad because I hate you.».

«What’s going on Hoseok?» She asks, shocked.

«I am not sure at all. I will call you tomorrow ok? No, actually, text me when you are safe home». He was trying to stay chill and calm in front in front of her but it was hard. You know his temper, you know him.

«Of course I will baby, Good night».

Baby. Did you hear correctly? Hoseok seems to be surprised also for a nano second but nevertheless, he kissed her lips before saying goodbye.

She leaved without looking in your direction. You snapped at Hoseok again.

“You should have chose a better girlfriend. She doesn’t treat you well. She should have stayed here and offered you some help. She’s not treating you well enough. My love you deserve better, she is a bitch. A bitch and a thief. I hate her, she stole you..."

He stares at you, a flash of anger streaks across his face. When he heard the door closed, he started to move in your direction, looking in your eyes. He had slow movements, like a predator does to its prey.

You look Namjoon on your left, hoping for a helping hand but you found him asleep, head leaned against the couch, mouth wide open.

«You are avoiding me for what? 5 days now and that’s how you are greeting me? By telling my girlfriend that he can choke on my dick and that you hate her ? What’s wrong with you y/n? I never saw you like that.»

You can’t stop crying and sobbing. Hobi knows too well it’s not the good timing for this conversation. He also knows that you will avoid telling him the truth as soon as you sober up. At least what he think you are hiding from him.

«Well, she can choke on it, I don’t mind. She’s a thief and I hate her”.

«You think I am the kind of man to let a girl CHOKE on my dick? You think I am rude like that? If that is your opinion on me, you deceived me y/n. I thought you knew me better than that».

You don’t want to answer that. Stubborn as you are tonight, you don’t even look at him anymore, pretending he's not in front of you,

“And you shouldn’t insult my girlfriend like that. I can't accept this”

“Really? what are you gonna do to make me shut the fuck up? Huh?”

“I will put the rudeness on the count of your intoxicated state. But I am disappointed by the way you are tonight. I never, never saw you like that. Where is the sweet y/n? The strong woman I once loved? The girl that could make an iceberg melt with the warmth of her smile? Where is she? Tell me?”

“She’s dead inside” are the only words you can utter before you started to cry again.

«Hobi...» You can’t talk.

«Hobi… sob… don’t… sob… hate me… sob… please… i can’t» are the only words he hear from you before you bend over and fall on the floor in front of the couch.

As a bad twist of faith, Jungkook enters the dorms at this very moment and founds you crying on the floor, with a wasted Namjoon on the couch awoken by the scene you make and Hobi trying to lift you up from the ground but not being able to because you are fighting against him, completely disorganised. This situation is a nightmare for your brother who wants to prevent every tear to fall on your cheeks, every slightest bad emotions to ever reach your heart. But as he can tell right now, it’s the complete opposite.

He collected himself pretty fast and managed to calm you down by talking to you and holding you tightly in his arms. You finally fall dead asleep on Joonie’s bed without washing you or brushing your teeths. The boys decided that if you are going to vomit, you better do it in the bed of the other drunk ass in the house.

When you wake up the day after, a manager is looking after you in the dorms. It’s already the mid-afternoon and the boys have left for 12 days.

You wish you wouldn't remember last night, but it would have been too much to ask for. You shamely remember every single moments of it.

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Meanwhile, last night

While a drama was playing in the dorms yesterday, it was a whole different atmosphere in Taemin’s apartment.

Being friends for so long, Jimin and Taemin were beyond the stage of getting to know each other to decide if they can abandon themself in this relationship or not. There was a thin line they needed to cross to leave the friendship behind and look at the same direction as boyfriends from now on. The second they holds hands together, facing each other on the couch after their mutual confessions, they both knew without a doubt that this person in front of them holds the key to their heart. As long as they will be together, they will be stronger although more vulnerable at the same time because now, a breach has opened in their hearts.

Jimin was not scared anymore, not scared at all because he knows with Taemin he can be himself. He doesn’t have to play a game, he just have to be true, to share how he feels. He knows he will be listened and that his weakness will be accepted and it won’t change the love they share.

“Jimin, I tell you all the time that I love you but I don’t know how to say it now. Or even if I can still say it. Is it too soon? I mean, you and….”

Jimin was not the only one with fears after all. The strength and confidence that Taemin has for the physical part of their relationship is well balanced by the confidence Jimin has with the romantical one. A very well balanced couple.

Hey, Taemin, try me. Tell me” Jimin answered playfully with a beautiful, genuine smile on his beautiful figure.

“Jimin, I love you” All the love he contained for his friend for so long, showing in his glittering eyes. In the bottom of his heart, he always knew that Jimin was the one. He just needed a little help to admit it.

“I love you Taemin, now kiss me please”.

Leaded by a furious desire to make one with the love of his life, to feel his skin naked against his, he touches Taemin in a daring way. That’s how, a shy smile ended in a light kiss on the forehead. Taemin thinking Jimin was the most beautiful man on earth, so pure and soft. Then another embarrassed smile, another light kiss closer to the lips and another smile… All the softness and the tenderness contained in their hearts, transmitted by a slightest touch of the fingertips, leaving the skin under their fingers warm and sensitive.

That’s how it begin between them. From a shy smile to a kiss. From a kiss to another. When Jimin palmed Tae’s bulge over his jeans, they were both ready to exchange the sweetest caress and kisses over and over again, until they fall asleep, exhausted on each others arms.

As birds were singing joyful melody outside, as the sun rose, a new day started for them.

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I was tagged by @ratlyne!! This took a lot of thinking, lmao. Also I'm going to quote from the wiki to help me with this oop so its gonna be kinda structured like an essay paragraph? But im not introducing the quotes im just saying them and explaining and because of that this might be long

Jonathan: "will treat any fellow human with respect unless they prove evil." Along with his trait of being gentlemanly, I am very polite and respect everyone until it comes to light that they're either 1) a bad person or 2) they do something that goes against my moral code or hurt someone close to me. "Jonathan fights for what he believes in, and once he is committed to something, he won't back down until the deed is done" I am very ambitious and I'm very confident in my beliefs and if i hear anyone badmouthing what i believe in i will do my best to either correct them or properly educate them and prove my point. "Jonathan has a mindset where he tries to imagine the consequences his actions would have on other people .... he is gentle and sympathetic" I am a gigantic well of sympathy and understanding and I try my best to make sure what I do doesnt hurt anyone. I've put myself in other people's shoes more times than I can count. Also like jonathan to dio, I have a hard time looking past the good things about someone to realize the bad. I see beauty and goodness in everything, even the tiniest bit, and I tend to latch onto that beauty as a justification for keeping generally bad influences around.

Joseph: although I wont outright act out against authority like joseph, I do have a healthy amount of resentment for it, mostly because I value my freedom and free will to do what I'd like to. Much like Joseph though, I'm very playful and I love to joke around, theres just about nothing I cant joke about even on serious notes. But there is a line, and I will fiercely defend anyone who's been offended by something someones said (within certain parameters) and I cant stand when someone picks on someone while they're down. Also like Joseph, I love to outsmart people, if I can find a quicker and more efficient way of doing things or if I can simple baffle them by predicting their moves, I become a snarky and arrogant person, although I dont stay like that for long. Also I have literally no trouble making friends no matter their background or how they act towards me in the start, I've got friends of all shapes and sizes, all personalities and quirks. I can be a flirt but since I've gotten in my relationship I tend to keep the flirting to just her which is probably my favorite pass time because seeing her get flustered makes me feel proud of myself hehe.

Josuke: given that I'm not too much older than him, I still act very much like a teenager, and I do a lot of the things josuke does. I'm definitely more concerned with what I'll be doing in the next few hours or minutes than I am with my future further down the road, it's much easier to plan a day with my friends than it is to plan for like five years later. As I said back with Jonathan, I'm very kind and polite and I do my best to help everyone, not only because of how I am but because helping people makes me feel very very good about myself and receiving praise or compliments even more so. I also tend to switch between the calm and goofy attitude about things depending on the situation. I know how to have fun, but if the situation needs it I can be as calm and collected as a leader going into a battle they know theyll win.

I just realized I only used quotes for Jonathan and instead just restated things for Joseph and josuke oof also I tend to warp myself to better make allies which isnt exactly healthy? Like I noticeably change depending on who I'm hanging out with, if it's with my gf and our closer friends I feel like that's where I'm the most me? But if I'm with my cousins (who act extremely ghetto, thank God they dont use tumblr) I act just about exactly like them.

ALMOST FORGOT TO TAG OH GOSH

I dunno who all has done this already so I'm just gonna--

@im-hecking-baby @warrior-of-symbolica @dokidoki-tae @animegirl1200

I know it's only four shhhhhh I didnt know who else to tag--