#the pancake video is the only little scrap we got… the idea of what could exist is haunting to me

[stpansy]

the amount of mcr return tour lost media. we know it’s out there but we cannot see it. feeling like a caged animal

[necropxlis]

That’s My Girl (Kenma x Reader)

A/N: The reader is female. This was based off of something that happened to me while playing a game with someone. So I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1,785

Tagging: @missingmystogan​

“Just cap the point I have my super! PLEASE! UGGGHHHH.”

Dropping the controller, you leaned back in the gaming chair Kenma bought for you. Back when he first introduced you to all of his viewers on Youtube and Twitch, it seemed the content you both made was highly demanded. So with the idea set in stone, he bought you a whole new setup and turned the spare bedroom into your gaming studio (with Kenma’s being right beside yours because of easy access.)

The two of you thought today would be a great day to do a little recording for Youtube and just hang out and have some fun. However, your competitive side was showing, and with the fact that every game you have played so far ended in you taking that L, just started to push your buttons. Kenma noticed you were getting frustrated with your losing streak and the bad reputation of picking up horrible teammates. The silence in the lobby party was deafening, trying to decide if one more game was worth your sanity or not. For heavens sakes, you just lost a game that could have turned around if someone just put their foot on the capture point.

“One more game.” Kenma’s voice echoed through the headset.

You sighed, “Babe, I don’t know if I can handle another game right now.”

“Just one more game,” Kenma laughed picturing the glare you were probably giving him through the walls, “let’s do a 2v2 and if we end up losing then we will call it a day. I’ll scrap all the footage and we can just cuddle and watch anime all night. Does that sound like a deal?”

You thought about it for a second. The thought of actually just throwing the game was tempting. Knowing your boyfriend, even if you did win the game, he would still give you all the affection you desired.

“Alright. One more game. Only if we can have takeout.”

Kenma laughed at your request but agreed knowing that you would eventually have your way. With a newfound spirit, you launched the 2v2 match. The stakes were high. Food was on the line. Your mental health was on the line. Even the sake of Kenma’s YouTube video was on the line. You had to bring your A-game. The game finally loaded in with two other random players on the opposite team. For a while, the game was pretty even. Your team would win a round and the opposite team would win the next one.

It was now match point, the opposite team had two wins and your team had two wins. Whoever could capture the point or make the other team run out of lives takes home the gold. Your hands were starting to get sweaty. This was the moment your pride was riding on (not only your pride but your sanity as well.) Inhaling sharply you focused on the task at hand, getting the team down on lives. You pushed the stick on the controller to make your character walk around the corner of a building. One of the enemy players was focusing on killing Kenma, so you lit them up with a magazine, successfully killing the enemy. Only, for the other teammate to get its revenge by sniping you.

“I am this close to breaking my controller.” You said gritting your teeth.

“The game is almost over, baby. We can do this.”

Kenma had so much hope in you. A swirl of happiness began to blossom inside of you. The praise only fueled your motivation to win this game. The game went on for a while longer, both sides equally pulling your life count down to 1 life per team. The game was getting annoyed at how slow both teams were taking, so it placed the capture point in the middle of the map. You had just respawned back into the game when Kenma died again. He groaned in frustration as he tried to round the corner to capture the point, but both players on the opposite team used their supers on him. A smirk made its way onto your face as you thought of a grandmaster plan. Kenma took the same route to the capture point, while you decided to use the flank.

Running up the middle of the map, Kenma was shot down before he even got near the point. There was no way you could take on both players without getting double-teamed and if you died, that was it you had no more lives. You hid around the corner, being able to see the players on the point, but them not being able to see you.

“Kenma, run up the middle again.”

“Baby, we could lose it here.” Kenma said exasperated.

You scoffed and let out a little chuckle, “Just trust me. When they start shooting at you, dodge and hide behind a pillar. I got this.”

Kenma, although a little worried, trusted you and followed through with your plan. He followed his same path and ran towards the point. He began to fire on the team 1 on 2. The team was completely unaware of you sneaking behind them. The reason for your master plan was due to your super being so closed to being charged. Kenma was a little early so you began to panic. You couldn’t let him die. If he died there was no way you would be able to win. The team still didn't notice your presence.

“Whatever you're gonna do, Y/N, do it now!” Kenma said.

Kenma’s character dodged behind a pillar and you knew now was your chance. You made your character jump in the air and popped your super. The super you had equipped was a giant laser beam that was way too overpowered at times. This was one of those times. The enemy team turned around, but it was too late for them to do anything about the giant blue laser. You slaughtered both teammates in one shot and landed on the capture point when your super subsided. Nothing hit you yet, you were too “in the zone.”

“Holy shit, that's my girl.” He said laughing and running onto the capture point with you.

The other team, having had both players die, had no more lives left. There were only 20 seconds left in the game and it was looking to be in your favor. However, no matter how happy you both were, you still had a chance to lose. Turning around the corner the 2 players on the opposite team were heading your way. You both held them off as much as you could until the game stopped. You and Kenma had captured the point and ultimately won the game. You began to laugh. Somehow, miraculously, you managed to kill the losing streak. Kenma was silent for a minute. Then out of nowhere, he began to laugh as well. The both of you are just absolutely shocked over what just happened. You heard some rustling over on your boyfriends' end, but you were too busy laughing to notice. The door to your room opened showing your boyfriend with a stunned expression. You took your headset off and threw your arms in the air signaling your victory. Kenma smirked, running over to you and engulfing you in a huge hug. The both of you a giggling mess. Your boyfriend tilted his head and smothered your face in kisses.

You squealed and tried pushing away from him only for him to chase your lips. Capturing you in a sweet and loving kiss. His lips were soft against yours, every movement took your breath away. Slowly parting from the pudding-haired man, a smile spread across both of your faces. Kenma chuckled and brushed a bit of hair behind your ear.

“That was so badass.” He said cupping your cheeks.

“I am badass.” You said smirking.

Kenma laughed and kissed your nose before letting you go. He walked to the doorway, turning back to look at you with so much love in those golden cat-like eyes. You giggled and threw your peach stress ball, that you had resting on your desk, at him. He quickly ran out the door and back to his office. Laughing, you put your headset back on and made sure you could still hear everything. There was more rustling on the other end, signaling you that your partner was back.

“You know I was recording all of that?”

“If you delete any of that I will murder you.” You said smirking.

Kenma doubled over laughed and agreed that he wouldn’t delete the footage. What you didn’t know, was that he had turned the camera on in your room before you got in there. A couple of days passed before Kenma uploaded the video to YouTube. Being the supportive person that you are, you watched the video. Unbeknownst to you, the entire interaction began to play across your screen. Part of you wanted to hide out of embarrassment; but seeing how the comment section gave you both nothing but love and support, you couldn’t help but love your geek of a boyfriend even more. Even if he was a sly little devil sometimes. 

Extra: (That same night.) After paying for your take out, you cuddled up next to your boyfriend with your favorite anime playing on the big tv in the living room. Kenma smiled wrapping his arms around you and placing a quick kiss to your cheek. You smiled and continued eating your take out.

“You know, I was scared there for a moment. Didn't think your plan would work.” He said turning back towards the tv.

You stopped eating and stared at the man, “You had no faith in me?!”

Kenma shrugged as a smirk tugged at his lips. You scoffed and gathered your food, quickly walking to your bedroom and locking the door behind you. Your boyfriend was right on your heels but a second too slow. 

“Come on, Y/N. I was just kidding. Please open up, baby.”

“No. No cuddles for you.”

Kenma sighed and tried not to laugh at you adorable temper tantrum. No matter how much he apologized for picking on you, he ended up having to sleep on the couch that night.

The next morning he woke by the smell of eggs and pancakes. Opening his eyes, there was a tray with breakfast on it. Beside the plate of food there was a little card with his name on it. Picking up the card he noticed your adorable handwriting.

“Sorry for getting mad at you. Can I have cuddles? - Y/N”

Kenma laughed and got up to make his way to you. After all you were his girl.

[the-letter-y]

Stuck With You

A voltron au consisting of the domestic lives of the ever loved klance. Summary- In which a moody artist rooms with an overdramatic florist.

Chapter 1:Moving in

His new roommate was a week late. Lance had dismissed the idea of the pending deadline for the rent at that time, there was still three (or was that two?) weeks left anyways. He thought a few more days of having the place to himself didn’t seem that bad. Besides, Pidge and Hunk had constantly came over to his place to hang out, so lonelyness was never really a problem. Although, he had to blame them for the many sleepless nights they had for playing video games till dawn had risen.

It wasn’t until the landlord called about the rent that was due, not three weeks, but three days from then that Lance had started to panic. Lance was broke basically, he was struggling already with daily necessities, there are even times where he had to skip dinner just to save a few bucks for the onslaught of the next day. He currently has about three part-time jobs and a soon to be real job if the manager would just contact him already! So he basically would become homeless if his soon-to-be-roommate doesn’t show up and help pay the other half of the rent.

By the time the three day time limit was up, Lance was cursing every living fibre of his soon-to-be-roommate. In the end, Lance had barely managed to scrap up enough money to pay the rent, not to mention that his bank account was currently as empty as his grumbling stomach. To say that he wasn’t mad at his soon-to-be-roommate would be an understatement, he was absolutely furious!

The next day he had found himself at a nearby cafe with Pidge and Hunk, eating soggy fries and cold frenchtoast was the best meal he has had in a while. And while he gobbled his food, Hunk -that sweetheart- offered to pay for his meal, given that he teaches him his abuelita’s recipe for brownies.

“Dude, seriously. Did you even eat dinner last night?” Pidge questions as she raises a questioning eyebrow when he orders himself a stack of pancakes with extra syrup, she makes a face at the extra load of sweetness.

“To answer that question, you’re gonna have ta buy me coffee after this,” Lance tells her before stuffing his face with a chunk of syrup loaded pancake.

“I’ll take that as a no then,” she says with a shake to her head, her nose doing that scrunching thing it does when she disagrees with something. “Do Hunk and I have to make slide shows for you about nutrition? Again?” She waves her stirring spoon around, flicking little drops of coffee on to the table.

Lance grimaced at the thought, a haunting memory of very well detailed explanations of the digestive system with tabled functions and definitions pop into his mind. He doesn’t even know how his friends even conjured up the time to make these slide shows. And don’t even get him started on the extra care they put into the gastritis slide. They had like a whole page dedicated to the definition, images included, the factors and cons on one page and that wasn’t even the end of it! The symptoms page even had a video linked on to it!

His friends were the kind of people who took caring for someone to a whole new different level, they were beautiful that way.

“Please no slides,” he says sheepishly while scratching the back of his head, pancake half eaten and syrup still dripping. “Honestly, I wouldn’t be so broke right now if it weren’t for my roommate who is currently MIA,” his tone is flat when he mentions the mysterious roommate, still salty about the rent.

“Where is he anyway?” Hunk questions because unlike Pidge, he shows that he cares and not bite him with sarcasm.

“That’s the problem. I don’t know. I can’t even contact the dude!” He huffs out, exasperate.

Pidge’s glasses shone. “Do you think he got abducted by aliens?”

“Probably being dissected as we speak,” Lance supplies.

“Can we not talk about this when we’re eating?” Hunk chides, giving them a look of disappointment.

Lance and Pidge both continue theorizing about the possibilities of Lance’s missing roommate, Hunk chiming in every once in a while when the topic got too overboard. It was a normal Saturday for them, sunny breeze, cloudless skies and a whole day filled with potential. The thought of overpriced rents and mysterious roommates slowly disappearing from his mind as the conversation went on.

He’s staring at a pile of boxes stacked up at his front door, boxes with labels on them, varying from clothes to paints to books. Lance squeezes his way in through the doorway, narrowly avoiding toppling the stack of boxes. A questioning brow is raised when he lays his eyes on the back of someone looking through the contents of the boxes, headphones plugged in and blasting some pop song he can’t make out. Lance concludes that the dude doesn’t even know that he was even existing in the same room as him and casually strolls over to the guy’s side to tap him on the shoulder.

The guy is startled by the sudden tap on his shoulder and jumps a bit in surprise as he whips his head in Lance’s direction. Lance surpasses the urge to gape at the mysterious stranger that could very well be his new roommate, because damn the guy’s hot. Then he remembers that he’s broke and it’s all this guy’s fault.

“Hi, the name’s Lance. And you owe me an explanation as well as money,” because his mama taught him manners before anything else. Introductions first, she would say. You are a man of manners like I raised you to be, so pummel the guy afterwards, she tells him with a stern look as 7 year old him nodded obediently. Those were the good days.

His hot new roommate simply stares at him, giving him a long and tantalizing look before taking off his headphones. “What?”

Lance groans loudly and sauntered clumsily on to the couch, his face flat on one of the couch pillows. He peeks at his roommate, snorting when he finally notices the mullet. His roommate merely continues studying him, giving him a weird look as Lance lazily sits up.

“So, you gonna tell me your name anytime soon or should I just call ya mullet? By the way, in case you haven’t heard, the name’s Lance ” he says, legs crossed and hugging his favourite pillow. “Lance with an L.”

His roommate seems to consider this for awhile, a displeased frown marrying his features as he narrows his eyes threateningly at the grinning man covered in blue on the couch. He didn’t seem to like the new nickname. “Keith,” he says and returns to his unpacked boxes, the frown never leaving his features.

“Keith,” Lance says to test the name on his tongue before nodding and propping and arm behind the couch to watch Keith unpack.

He hears a large sigh coming from Keith and he raises a brow in question when he turns to glare at him.

“Can I help you?!” He bites out rather viciously.

Lance being Lance was unaffected by said glare and continues staring. “Need help with those?” He offers, gesturing to the many strewn boxes around their living room.

Keith only blinks and shakes his head in refusal. “I have a system,” he tells him and lifts up two boxes with ease. He then retreats to the unused room and reappears again without the boxes.

“System,” Lance repeats, slightly interested.

“Yes, system. A system in which you don’t touch my stuff and mind your own business!” He huffs out grumpily and hauls two more boxes into his room and returning to the living room while stomping.

“Someone’s being a grumpy pants,” Lance mutters with a pout and Keith turns to face him.

“I’ll show you grumpy if you don’t shut up,“ he tells him pointedly and as Lance was about to refute, his phone rang. His ring tone, Despacito, blaring loudly as Keith cringes and backs away like he’s offended.

“Uno momento, señor Keith,” he says and silences the phone by picking it up. “Hola? Allura? I got the job?” He’s practically beaming, smiling like an idiot as Keith watches him from a safe distance. “You won’t regret it. When do I start?” His face hurt from smiling so much.

Keith shakes his head, a silent smile of his own as he continues lunging boxes into his room. Lance finishes his phone call and is now all over the place, like literally. He’s bouncing around all laughs and smiles and Keith has to try his very hardest not to run into him with his heavy baggage. That is until Lance runs up to him and squashes him into a bear hug, making Keith choke on his spit, the boxes falling on to the floor with a loud thud.

“Lance, p-personal space! I need personal space!” He yells in a panic voice, his face heating up.

“You even said my name for the first time! I could cry Keith, I’m just so happy!” He exclaims and Keith has to keep himself from spontaneously combusting.

A/N: Yay, I’m done. Hoped ya’ll enjoyed it~

[joons-expensive-gurl]

BTS On Valentine's Day (gender neutral)

Mature themes ahead, you have been warned. Jin: oh my GOSH! Jin is gonna be so lovey-dovey. He's gonna be making you pancakes in the shape of lovehearts with red berries for breakfast (with champagne, ofc). The entire day will be planned out to perfection. You'll stay within arms reach of each other all day. You'll go out for a light lunch, he'll take you for a stroll in the city, showing you off then take you back to the most expensive restaurant for a candle lit dinner. He'll finish it off by taking you back home to make love to you. Suga: everyone knows Min Yoongi doesn't do romance. He's just too tired, too cool and simply too. Awkward. The day would start like any other, you waking him up, him grumbling about the time. But this is where things get a little different. He follows you into the shower, coming behind you to pull your pyjama shirt off. This, of course, leads to the most mind blowing shower sex you'd ever had with him. The rest of the day would be spent in sweats, binge watching movies. You'd order a Pizza Hut takeaway, because you'd prefer staying at home and eating unhealthy than going out anyway. J-Hope this fluffy love bug is going to be all over you all day. But he's gonna do Valentine's Day his way. Cheesy jokes while you make a small breakfast for you both, then he'd take you shopping to spoil you rotten. He would insist you could spend as much as you want (which you would to an extent, but still not waste a large amount). He'd flush red while you'd go into Victoria's Secret. After the shopping, he'd take you out for a rather expensive mid afternoon lunch and once you got home, you'd change into the lingerie you'd bought earlier in the day. However, Hobi would have other ideas, keeping you sat on the bed while he slowly strips himself, all for your pleasure. That night would be spent well awake. Rap Monster: this kinky motherfucker has one word to describe Valentine's Day- sex. Lots and lots of sex. He'd wake you up with his fingers trailing along your body, voice deep and husky. The second your eyes met his, his lips would be on yours and that would be that. Morning sex, done. His next task would be breakfast, which of course would go brutally wrong and you ending up making some Nutella on toast. The next portion of the day would be spent eating that humongous box of chocolates he'd bought you, by feeding each other. Beverages would be strictly alcoholic. His love for pet names would be high, names such as "baby" "darling" and "love" substituting your actual name. But once the sun set, daddy Namjoon would come out to play, and you'd be left breathless until the early hours of the morning, sore and satisfied. Jimin: unfortunately for him, Jimin just isn't good in the romance section of relationships. Weeks before the big day, he'd be googling what to do, how to do it and whatnot. When the day arrived, he'd be so nervous. He'd slip up at least 5 times trying to make the breakfast, which he'd end up scrapping for something a bit more simple. You'd notice his mood change and try to calm him down with sweet kisses which would only send him deeper into the pit of awkwardness and nervousness. Luckily, for both of you, he'd made reservations for a cute little restaurant, and he'd ensure you were dressed up in your finest clothes and jewellery. Dinner would go successfully, but the drive back would be excruciating. Jimin had read that sex was pretty much necessary on Valentine's Day for couples, and when he asked Namjoon, he had confirmed this. He was starting to think he asked the wrong hyung. This would be your first times together... in the end, you told Jimin you didn't have to have sex, and instead spent the night cuddled up on the sofa... which eventually lead to you having sex with each other for the first time. V: from the second you walk into his apartment, Tae is going to be all over you. He'll be a love struck mess and unable to keep himself away from you. He'd surprise you with red velvet love heart shaped cookies and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. The amount of kisses that would be showered on you would leave you covered in slobber. He really was a puppy. Tae is still pretty young at heart, so he'd probably take you out to the most trendy places in town, which would be a small cafe, a video game centre and possibly karaoke, before brining you home when it was dark. You were most definitely surprised. A rose petal trail lead to the kitchen which was lit with candles, a beautiful dinner set out on the table (this was all Jin's and Jimin's doing obviously). The food was delicious, but nothing compared to that chocolate molten lava cake. And even that didn't compare to your second pudding, which was served hot and ready in the bedroom. Jungkook: Valentine's Day would be the most nerve wrecking day for our Jungkookie. Only because this was the day he was going to actually confess. He'd gone through all of his hyungs asking for advice and only Jimin had given proper advice. Jin had told him to just feed you, Yoongi told him to man up, Hoseok told him to dance, Namjoon sent him a link to a sex toy shop, and Tae just teased the living daylight out of him. But here he was, sitting in his living room, movie tickets in hand with Jimin rubbing his shoulders. Jimin's adobe had been a sweet not-date-but-a-date before bribing you home to confess. It was good. He could do it. The door knocking sent him into a wild panic (Jungkookie is very bad with girls, we know this). The day, however would go really smoothly. The movie was a super hero movie, so it was definitely suitable. Then, he'd taken you for burgers and fries which were just amazing. And your last destination was back to his house. Once you were sat together on the sofa, he turned to you, gulping before blurting out his feelings. You easily confessed back, before sealing the deal with a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips. That was the day you made Jungkook a very happy boy.