also if anyone had any suggestions on what to call this series...

agenderraskel  asked:

Could I convince you to write FrostIronWinter? All three trauma babies snuggled up together, drinking tea under a fuzzy blanket because none of them like to be cold and ever since Tony informed Loki that his accent was vaguely English; Loki has been obsessed with English culture.

You don’t have to convince me! I like WinterIron with pretty much anyone added and I’ve been a fan of those three since I read a series about them a couple of months back. (Also not sure this is what you had in mind but I tried.)

Tony wasn’t tired. Fine, maybe he was a little tired. Maybe.

Tired enough not to have heard FRIDAY announcing his visitor at least, to let out a startled “Eeeeep!” when the soldering iron is suddenly taken from his hands, set down carefully, before he’s lifted in a strong grip. Tony flails, would have called for the suit already if not for how intimately familiar the hands holding him feel.

That one of them is made of metal is a decent clue as well.

“Buuucky!“ Tony whines, squirms in an attempt to reach for his soldering iron, but the grip doesn’t let up. Instead he’s being lifted, carried away from his workstation.

It takes Tony’s brain a full two seconds to process this, which is a warning sign all on its own. But that’s besides the point.

“Bucky!” Tony calls again, sharper this time. “Let me down! I’m not a child! I don’t need you to drag me out of my workshop, I’m perfectly capable–”

Bucky doesn’t slow down, doesn’t even acknowledge Tony’s rant until they’re in the elevator and the door is closing behind them with a soft wooshing noise. Tony likes that noise. He’s had it installed into every door possible (and even a few empty doorways) just so he gets to listen to it every day.

He doesn’t like it very much right now.

“What the fuck, Bucky?!”

He’s past annoyed and gone straight to furious. He doesn’t need anyone to babysit-kidnap him and really, Bucky should know better, what the ever loving fuck–

“Loki is sad,” Bucky finally says, voice devoid of any inflection.

Yeah. Sure. Tony scowls. Like he is gonna fall for that I-was-brainwashed-by-HYDRA-now-I-can’t-talk-and-explain-my-actions-like-a-normal-person bullshit. Tony happens to know that Bucky can talk just fine. 

It’s a struggle to find the right words sometimes, but just last week when the room caved into itself around Tony, Bucky was there by his side, talking about the pros and cons of Stelena vs Delena for half an hour, just to distract him.

(Which worked fine, in case anyone is wondering. Bucky dared to suggest Stelena would be a decent option and Tony just couldn’t let that stand.)

“And what does that have to do with you kidnapping me from my workstation?” Tony snaps impatiently. Or exhausted. At this point, it’s hard to tell the difference.

A small frown curls around Bucky’s upper lip, but otherwise he remains unmoved, much to Tony’s frustration. 

“You’re the best cuddler,” is all Bucky has to say in his defence, like that is a reasonable explanation. Tony hates that he can already feel his (justified) annoyance crumbling.

Then the elevator stops, prompting Bucky to carry him towards the common living room. And–okay. As soon as Tony catches sight of Loki, he gets why Bucky interrupted workshop time.

Loki is sitting hunched over on the couch, green eyes dark with something that isn’t quite sorrow, a frown on his face that remind Tony of the day the demigod tried to brainwash him with a glow stick. Good times.

Before Tony has time to fully catalogue the signs of Loki’s distress, Bucky drops him in Loki’s lap. Literally drops him. 

Tony groans because that hurt, alright, it’s not like Loki is made of pillows and plush. Loki on the other hand seems to barely notice the sudden weight, save a quiet huff of breath. There’s no mocking, no insults, just hands clinging to Tony’s waist, and that’s how Tony knows how bad this is.

Whatever it is.

He shifts–to find a comfortable position as well as ease the dull ache in his bottom from his less than comfortable landing–curls one arm around Loki’s neck, the other one around his back. The position allows him to rest his chin on Loki’s shoulder and glare at Bucky’s blank face while simultaneously rubbing slow circles across Loki’s back.

How come Tony, who is the least mature person he has ever met, has to be the functional adult in this–whatever it is that they have?

After a long moment of glaring, Bucky finally cracks, begins to fidget restlessly. It’s better than the creepy motionlessness though. He still falls into that mask too often for Tony’s comfort.

“I don’t–” Bucky gestures helplessly, a wounded look in his eyes that conveys how much he’s struggling with the situation just fine.

“Loki is sad, Bucky,” Tony says in the calmest voice he can manage, never once breaking his (hopefully) soothing ministrations. Breaks the emotional mess down into simple words, to help Bucky regain his footing. The last thing he needs is Bucky to lash out again because being, feeling, thinking becomes too much. Simple protocols are easier for him still, sometimes.

“What do we do when people are said?”

“Make them tea,” Bucky repeats automatically, then turns towards the kitchen to do exactly that.

Really, whoever thought Tony would be the right person to help a brainwashed prisoner of war to become a human being again should be shot. Or at the very least subjected to Bucky’s When-people-are-happy-we-bake-them-something-sweet cakes. Baking was still on the To Be Improved list, and for good reason.

“You alright, Mr Evil Overlord?” Tony murmurs once he’s certain Bucky doesn’t try to go off and kidnap a clown to lift the mood. Again.

Loki huffs a laugh under his breath but stays otherwise quiet, which is so unlike him that Tony feels a twinge of genuine worry in his chest. Which sucks. Tony doesn’t approve of genuine emotions at all.

“I am fine,” Loki murmurs after another moment, his grip on Tony tightening momentarily before easing into what an uninformed bystander might call ‘affectionate’.

Tony doesn’t know what he’s supposed to call it. He buries his face in Loki’s chest instead.

He waits for Loki to continue, but he doesn’t say anything. Tony finds himself listening to the sounds of Bucky moving around in the kitchen, the steady beat of Loki’s heart, their breathing. It’s…


Then Bucky joins them with three steaming mugs of tea. Tony wrinkles his nose, eyes the cups suspiciously. Everyone knows he prefers coffee.

Honestly, he’d suspect the two of them were just trying to lure him out of his workshop, if not for how upset Bucky was. As much as Loki likes messing with them, he’d never take it so far. Not over something as silly as cuddling.

“You’re not gonna talk about it, are you?” Tony mumbles around a careful sip of tea–though Bucky knows better by now than to hand him anything hot enough to burn his tongue.

Loki blinks, the picture of clueless innocence. He arches an eyebrow at Tony and really, how the demigod can hold a cup of tea that regally while Tony is stretched out over his lap is a mystery.

“I have no idea what you are referring to, Anthony,” Loki says with a masterfully added edge of curiosity. As though he hadn’t sunken back into that strange state of utter stillness, so similar to Bucky’s own behaviour from time to time, that never fails to freak Bucky and Tony out. 

“Of course you don’t.” Tony makes no effort to hide his eye-roll. “Now come on, Winter Boy, cuddle me!” he demands when Bucky doesn’t join them, remains standing instead. “I need at least two cuddle buddies at all times!”

Sometimes the closeness is too much for Bucky, sometimes he’s just insecure. Tony can never tell what it is, so as always he pushes and waits to be told to back off. 

It doesn’t happen this time.

Instead Bucky carefully sets his tea down on the small coffee table and sits down next to Loki, so close that their shoulders are brushing against each other. Pulls Tony’s feet into his lap until he lies sprawled across them (thankfully Loki’s quick reflexes save Tony’s cup of tea).

Then Loki’s slender fingers sneak into Tony’s hair, skilfully card through the curls–he needs a hair cut–and massage the skin beneath. Tony can feel himself melting into the gentle touches, turns until his face is buried in Loki’s stomach, Bucky’s hand resting on his hip, anchoring him. And with a sigh of pure bliss Tony closes his eyes and relaxes. Lets go of a tension he hadn’t even realised he has been holding in him.

Sleep comes easily after that. It always does, with Loki and Bucky close to him. Steady and dangerous and maddeningly complex and safe.

Okay, that’s it for now. I hope you all like it, especially of course @agenderraskel! Basically (because I’m not sure I conveyed that very well) Loki had some sort of panic attack/flashback/terrible mood and Bucky doesn’t know how to cheer him up so he places a Tony in his lap. I thought it was kinda cute but I also was ready to go to sleep an hour ago so I might not be the best judge right now.

Also Stelena/Delena is a Vampire Diaries reference I won’t apologise for. It was the first show that came to mind *shrug* I don’t mind either pairing by the way, so in case anyone has strong opinions, I’m not trying to bash Stelena. Bucky just needed to distract Tony for a while.



A rickmorty fix-it fic for the scene with Morty and the rocket ship ride in 3x04. 

“—that thing is the only part of the Vindicators that has any value to me. If you know what it is, place it on the platform. Guess wrong and you’ll die.”

The drunk Rick on the screen continued his senseless tirade, threatening the surviving Vindicators with another poorly-made neutrino bomb. If Morty wasn’t still shaken from the trauma of seeing four people get gruesomely killed, he’d definitely be laughing at Rick.

He isn’t laughing now.

Smartest man in the world, my ass. Can’t even be counted on to make a decent bastardization of Saw

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A Life Less Ordinary by Jebiwonkenobi

It takes a few years but eventually they manage to agree on something; Derek Hale is an asshole, and Stiles Stilinski is in love with him.

Burn by night by thebrotherswinchester

Sheriff Stilinski has been kidnapped by Alpha werewolves. As bait. For his own son.

Cupboard Love by mklutz

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

Daddy’s Do’s by apocryphal

“Hi Mr. Stilinski!” Lydia said pertly. “My name’s Lydia, and this is my daddy. His name is Derek Andrew Hale and he watches all of your videos on YouTube a lot, but he still can’t braid.”

[Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.]

Everything’s Better Under the Sea by tryslora

Everything changes when Derek goes under while surfing, hits his head on a board, and sees a man with a tail swimming away. He wants to know who that was, and what it has to do with Beacon Hills, the one place he never meant to come back to.

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Why queerbaiting is Supernatural’s biggest problem (and what we can do about it):

1. The subtext is obvious:

I doubt anyone in this universe is a bigger Destiel shipper than me.  In my humble opinion, Dean and Castiel’s relationship is the greatest love story ever told, and no one can convince me otherwise.  

Even from a platonic standpoint, the poignancy of their relationship is undeniable:  Castiel was introduced by his saving Dean from eternal damnation, he sacrifices everything for Dean on the regular, he died for him more than three times, and generally speaking, Dean is more important to him than anything else in the world. 

Similarly, Dean prays to Cas regularly, spent a year searching for him in purgatory, and, with the exception of Sam, Castiel appears to be the most important person currently in Dean’s life. 

But the subtext – and the sexual tension – is also undeniable.  

Similarly, even without Cas, Dean bisexuality is alluded to throughout the series.  As with his relationship with Cas, there is no doubt in my mind at this point that Dean swings both ways.

I know it, a large portion of the fandom knows it, and I’m pretty sure the writers know it.  

Which brings me to my next point:

2.  The writers are aware of it:

Aside from the fact that several situations are clearly written to be suggestive and that in season 9, Castiel was literally written as “feeling like a jilted lover”…

…the writers have given nods to the Destiel and Wincest fandoms throughout the series. 

Amusing as this may be, it also tells us that the writers are fully aware of the implications of Dean’s sexuality and his relationship with Castiel.

And yet: 

3.  They don’t appear to have any intentions of making it canon, yet they continue to capitalize on it:  over the past several seasons, I’ve noticed an unfortunate pattern:  scenes are written to implicate a romantic connection between Dean and Castiel, only for it to be negated in a “no-homo” moment shortly afterwards. 

(Credit to @some-people-call-it-tragic for these GIFs and examples).

As further evidence of this, we’ve had the writers cut scenes between Dean and Cas that are not only emotionally powerful, but important to the plot and to character development in general, apparently exclusively for the reason that they go just a little too far in implicating that Dean and Castiel’s relationship might become canon.

In season seven, for example, a scene was cut in which Dean tells Cas/Emmanuel that “part of him always believed he would come back.”

In season eight, scenes were cut in which Dean prayed to Cas, and later, in which Dean breaks Naomi’s hold on Cas by telling him he loves him. 

And most recently, in season ten, a scene was cut in which Castiel tells Rowena that his relationship with Dean means more to him than any victory he’s ever won in heaven.

If this isn’t dangling the possibility of queer representation in front of the proverbial nose of the fandom, I don’t know what is. 

4.  What’s stopping them:

Sadly, this kind of queerbaiting is nothing knew in modern media, though in this case, it is rather extreme.  And for the most part, I’d assume the SPN writers are driven to do so by the same thing that motivates most writers to queerbait their audiences:  the ability to toe the line of acceptability between the LGBT/pro-LGBT and more conservative factions of the fandom without suffering the negative repercussions of featuring canonically LGBT characters.

However, if they were actually up on the demographics of their own viewers, they would know that a confirmation of Dean’s bisexuality and relationship with Cas would actually be beneficial: Destiel is currently the most reblogged M/M ship on social media, and has more fanfiction and fan art than any of its counterparts.  Similarly, more than 85% of fans polled said they would continue watching if Destiel became canon, and they would no doubt gain new viewership with the addition of queer main characters.  

One factor that may be preventing them is – and I really don’t want to offend anyone here – the Wincest/bibro shippers, along with the small but very vocal (and presumably blind) part of the fandom that believes wholeheartedly that Dean is straight. 

Many Wincest shippers and bibros may be perfectly nice, but every week in which Castiel or Dean’s relationship with him is mentioned, they collectively appear to go on a social media rampage, complete with childish tags such as “destiew” or “destihell.”  (I’ve never seen any other fans do this – even when we complain about Wincest shippers, we do so with the simple tag, “anti-wincest.”)  No need for derogatory terms or hatred towards actors, or even towards the characters they portray.  As a group, they also appear to be more inclined to resist anything that might shift the focus of the show away from Sam and Dean’s/Jared and Jensen’s relationship, from Cas, to Destiel, to Misha, to the YANA campaign, to the Wayward Daughters and the possibility of a spinoff revolving around them.

Their view of Dean’s sexuality is also…complex.  Many Wincest shippers I’ve interacted with have actually claimed that Dean is straight, which I find perplexing, considering they support his having sexual relations with his brother.  If you are a (friendly) Wincest shipper, feel free to contact me to let me know what your reasoning is, because I’m legitimately curious.

Now, from what I can tell, these fans produce more hate than any other portion of the fandom, yet their numbers are actually surprisingly small. 

Of all fans/shippers polled, 83% shipped Destiel while less than 17% shipped Wincest.  Destiel shippers outweigh the Wincest shippers almost 9 to 1 – the Wincest shippers are just LOUDER.

That said, no portion of the fandom takes responsibility for the prevalence of queerbaiting on Supernatural.  That responsibility falls squarely on the writers.  

5.  What we can do about it:

As a fandom, we’ve proven we hold a lot of influence over the show:  we kept it going through the dark time that was season seven.  We, through sheer popular demand, made Castiel a main character, and two seasons later, forced the writers to resurrect him when they killed him off.

So, if enough of us raise our voices, I feel certain the writers could be persuaded to give us what we want:

1.  Dean to be canonically bisexual.  Aside from the fact that to have a bi main character would provide invaluable LGBT representation, Dean’s coming to terms with his own preferences would also represent drastic character development.

2.  Canon Destiel. If it hadn’t been alluded to for the past seven years, I would not be so insistent on this issue:  if they don’t make it canon at this point, it’s queerbaiting, plain and simple. 

3.  And, while we’re at it more strong female, POC, and disabled characters.  A Wayward Daughters spinoff would be a fantastic start towards more representation within the SPN universe.

 So never hesitate to speak up!  Polite but assertive tweets to the writers (the cast is not responsible for the issue, and should not be addressed for it) could be extremely beneficial, and pave the way towards greater representation of the LGBT community within Supernatural and modern media, an end to the queerbaiting, and the romance we all appear to want. 

In the words of my good friend @torigirl103, #ThisIsOurYear!

The Thirteenth Doctor is... Jodie Whittaker!

The BBC today announced to the world that Jodie Whittaker will be the Thirteenth Doctor in Doctor Who.

Details from the press release follow:

The identity of the new Doctor was revealed exclusively on BBC One and on social media around the world after the Men’s Wimbledon Final on Sunday 16 July.

She will be the Thirteenth Time Lord and take over from Peter Capaldi, who leaves the global hit show at Christmas.

New head writer and executive producer Chris Chibnall, who takes over from Steven Moffat on the next series, made the decision to cast the first ever woman in the iconic role.

Jodie Whittaker says:

 “I’m beyond excited to begin this epic journey with Chris and with every Whovian on this planet. It’s more than an honour to play the Doctor. It means remembering everyone I used to be, while stepping forward to embrace everything the Doctor stands for: hope. I can’t wait.”

Chris Chibnall, New Head Writer and Executive Producer, says: 

“After months of lists, conversations, auditions, recalls, and a lot of secret-keeping, we’re excited to welcome Jodie Whittaker as the Thirteenth Doctor.

“I always knew I wanted the Thirteenth Doctor to be a woman and we’re thrilled to have secured our number one choice. Her audition for The Doctor simply blew us all away. Jodie is an in-demand, funny, inspiring, super-smart force of nature and will bring loads of wit, strength and warmth to the role. The Thirteenth Doctor is on her way.”

Peter Capaldi says:

“Anyone who has seen Jodie Whittaker’s work will know that she is a wonderful actress of great individuality and charm. She has above all the huge heart to play this most special part. She’s going to be a fantastic Doctor.”

Charlotte Moore, BBC Director of BBC Content, says: 

“Making history is what Doctor Who is all about and Chris Chibnall’s bold new take on the next Time Lord is exactly that. The nation is going to fall in love with Jodie Whittaker - and have lots of fun too!”

Piers Wenger, Controller BBC Drama, says: 

"Jodie is not just a talented actor but she has a bold and brilliant vision for her Doctor. She aced it in her audition both technically and with the powerful female life force she brings to the role. She is destined to be an utterly iconic Doctor.”

Matt Strevens, Executive Producer, says: 

“I’m so thrilled that Jodie Whittaker said yes to playing the Doctor. I’ve been a fan for years and always hoped to work with her. She is an actor of great emotional range and inhabits every role with complete passion and conviction. Just thinking about what she will bring to the Doctor makes me as excited as a kid at Christmas. It’s going to be a lot of fun.”

Thirteen questions about the new Doctor answered by Jodie Whittaker

1. What does it feel like to be the Thirteenth Doctor?

It’s very nerve-racking, as it’s been so secret!

2. Why did you want the role?

To be asked to play the ultimate character, to get to play pretend in the truest form: this is why I wanted to be an actor in the first place. To be able to play someone who is literally reinvented on screen, with all the freedoms that brings - what an unbelievable opportunity. And added to that, to be the first woman in that role.

3. Has it been hard to keep the secret?

Yes. Very hard! I’ve told a lot of lies! I’ve embroiled myself in a whole world of lies which is going to come back at me when this is announced!

4. Who was the first person you told when you got the role?

My husband. Because I was allowed to!

5. Did you have a codename and if so what was it?

In my home, and with my agent, it was The Clooney. Because to me and my husband, George is an iconic guy. And we thought, what’s a really famous iconic name? It was just fitting.

6. What does it feel like to be the first woman Doctor?

It feels completely overwhelming; as a feminist, as a woman, as an actor, as a human, as someone who wants to continually push themselves and challenge themselves, and not be boxed in by what you’re told you can and can’t be. It feels incredible.

7. What do you want to tell the fans?

I want to tell the fans not to be scared by my gender. Because this is a really exciting time, and Doctor Who represents everything that’s exciting about change. The fans have lived through so many changes, and this is only a new, different one, not a fearful one.

8. What are you most excited about?

I’m most excited about becoming part of a family I didn’t even know existed. I was born in 1982 - it’s been around longer than me, and it’s a family I couldn’t ever have dreamed I’d be part of.

9. How did Chris sell you the part?

We had a strange chat earlier this year where he tricked me into thinking we were talking about Broadchurch. And I started to quiz him about his new job in Wales, and asked him if I could be a baddie! And he quickly diverted the conversation to suggest I should consider auditioning to be the 13th Clooney.

It was the most incredible chat because I asked every question under the sun, and I said I’d take a few weeks to decide whether I was going to audition. He got a phone call within 24 hours. He would’ve got a phone call sooner, but my husband was away and there was a time difference!

10. Did he persuade you?

No. There was no persuasion needed. If you need to be persuaded to do this part, you’re not right for this part, and the part isn’t right for you. I also think, for anyone taking this on, you have to want to fight for it, which I certainly had to do. I know there will have been some phenomenal actors who threw their hats in the ring.

11. What are you going to wear?

I don’t know yet.

12. Is that your costume in the filmed sequence which introduced you as the new Doctor?


13. Have any of the other Doctors given you advice?

Well they can’t because they haven’t known until now, but I’m certainly expecting a couple of calls - I’ve got a couple of mates in there. I’m mates with a companion [Arthur Darvill], I’m mates with a trio of Doctors. I know Matt Smith, Chris Eccleston and obviously David Tennant. Oh! And let’s throw in David Bradley! Four Doctors! So I’m hoping I get some calls of advice.


Sebastian Stan x reader

Notes: fluff, swearing, innuendo. 

Originally posted by the-dark-overlord-of-all

Summary: as Sebastian’s assistant you’re in control of almost every aspect of his life. Your relationship with him is friendly, however childish he can be sometimes. And when an accident happens on set, things get even more friendly. 

There will be a part two! 

“You know, this would be a lot easier if I’d have had my morning coffee..”

Sebastian’s voice trails and he looks at you, pushing out his lower lip in a pout. The make-up artist is still working on his hair, not to make it look better, but tousling it around messily. Other crew members are slicking up his left arm with lube to get him into the metal-looking arm that would complete the picture of Bucky Barnes.

You roll your eyes at him, he knows damn well there’s no time for coffee breaks.

“Yeah, I know, Mr Stan; but you wanted to sleep late, so: no coffee

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May 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I’ve read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here and a fic rec sorter here, if you’d like to check those out. :)

MONTH: May, 2017 | (older lists)

▶▶ hazelnut, strawberry, and mint by jollypuppet ★
Teen And Up | 3,417w
In which Stiles is cheeky, Derek likes dogs, and coffee is gourmet as hell.

▶▶ How to Make It Right by loserchildhotpants ★
N/A | 3,337w
Stiles, in his years with Derek as his slave, has grown used to Derek’s tones of voice. Derek is a man of few words - Stiles was never sure if this was just his nature, or the product of his horrific environment. With so few words to work with, Stiles learned to read Derek’s body language, hear all the things unspoken in the way Derek said those few words and he learned quite quickly that silence is often many words at once.

▶▶ The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific ★
Explicit | 82,866w
Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

▶▶ Under Development by dr_girlfriend ★
Teen And Up | 24,763w
Environmental lawyer Derek Hale is determined to stop the planned defacement of his beloved Beacon Hills Preserve by the mammoth Starr Development company. To do so, he makes a deal with the devil himself — Stiles Starr, the brash young scion of the Starr family and COO of Starr Development. Derek hates Stiles at first sight. Mieczysław Stilinski, on the other hand, is someone that Derek could grow to like…or even love.

▶▶ 5 Times Stiles & Derek’s Classmates Noticed They Were in a Committed Relationship and 1 Time Stiles Noticed by Survivah
Teen And Up | 2,825w
In which Derek and Stiles are college roommates, and everyone saw this coming before they did.

▶▶ All the broken hearts in the world still beat by dragon_temeraire
Teen And Up | 3,354w
Stiles totally needs to make Lydia Martin jealous. Yeah. And his best chance is to convince star lacrosse player Derek Hale to (fake) date him.

▶▶ Breaking the Ice by veterization
Explicit | 15,411w
Stiles is a figure skater turned pair skater who gets teamed up with has-been skater Derek Hale, and neither of them are exactly pleased.

▶▶ Burn It Out by Omni
Teen And Up | 6,390w
Everything that he was got burned out of him, turned to ash and shadow just like everyone he loved. He was hollowed out and empty, and it hurt like claws across exposed nerves.

Then, it was done.

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Hustler (Criminal!Jeonghan)

Summary: Hustler Jeonghan is on a mission to steal something from you, but he has a slight dilemma.

Genre: Criminal!Jeonghan (ft. Gang!SVT), a little humor and greasiness 

Word Count: 1.6K

Note: I might make a Gang!SVT series, just tell me what you think about this! (also where are all the jeonghan in a suit gifs) 

Originally posted by spidermanm

Yoon Jeonghan, the guy with the angelic face, one that people wouldn’t even think to second guess. Yoon Jeonghan, the guy who could make girls, and even guys, fall for him. Yoon Jeonghan, a straight up hustler.

Jeonghan was a seasoned swindler, someone who had every trick up his sleeve. Ever since he was a teenager, he had been learning how to fool people to get something from them be it money, fame, or a house.

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♢Between the Seams (1)

Originally posted by tyra2215

(( Time Travel AU ))  

(A/N): I’ve never been so excited to start a series in my life. I hope everyone enjoys reading as much as I had fun writing this! Heads up though, I have no idea how I’m gonna end this. Just get ready for a lot of emotional pain. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin 

Genre: Expect lots of angst and smut, if I dare

Trigger Warnings: (For now) Strong language, very suggestive themes. 

Word Count: 4058

Description: ‘Travellers’ are a rarity in this world, and so are the two men you treasure the most; your best friend, Jeon Jungkook and boyfriend, Park Jimin. They are the constant in your life that you’re never ungrateful for and you’ve never felt happier with both of them always by your side. 

But everything as you know it changes entirely the day the universe decides to gift with you a nasty surprise, and for the first time in a long while, the future scares you. Your life gradually falls apart in front of your eyes, and there’s nothing you can do to keep it from crumbling away altogether.

Or is there?

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anonymous asked:

what would kakashi, kiba, and itachi be like as best friends with a female shinobi? thanks :)

No problemo, hope these are okay! Thanks for Requesting!

HC’s on Kakashi, Kiba, and Itachi Being Friends with a Female Shinobi 


Originally posted by hichamkiy

  • Kakashi is the greatest Best Friend ever tbh.
  • He and his bestie are going to always request to be on the same team for missions. This is because they work well together and would feel better in each others company versus being with some random stick in the mud jounin. God help anyone else who’s on their mission because they will have to endure hours of non-stop conversations. Kakashi turns into a Chatty Cathy when he’s with his best friend, it doesn’t even matter if they talk on a frequent basis, he cannot shut-up.
  • I feel as though that one of the requirements to be Kakashi’s bestie (regardless of gender) is to be a book worm. He enjoys breaking any and all books down with people and really likes to hear their opinions. And his bestie is also required to have read the Make-Out Paradise series, even if it’s for the soul purpose of laughing at the cheesiness, she needs to have read it. I can kind of imagine the two getting into an argument because his gal pal is going to find it “sexist” and that “women are not always thinking of sex.” But Kakashi would come back with, “Regardless, it is still good writing.”
    • This will lead to very casual talks about their sex lives, they know porn preferences, kinks, who they’ve done it with, where they have done it, they know it all about each other. 
  • His Ninken LOVE her, they like her over Kakashi. She smells better, her skin is softer, and she carries treats with her. It almost makes Kakashi sad, but if his ninken are going to like anyone over him, he’s glad it is her. And she would be the only one he lends his ninken to. 
  • His friend will always be there for him while he competes with Guy. She has the job of timing things, calling out who won, and sometimes picking the challenge.
  • Kakashi is going to be the big brother to his girl best friend. Did some scum bag just catcall her? Not on his watch, he does not care if she can hold her own and could easily kill the person, he is going to step in. Is she going on a date? He will interrogate the person and make sure they are good enough for her and he will definitely send Pakkun to follow her. 
  • When she comes back wounded from a mission he is the first one to visit her in the hospital. He brings her flowers, her favorite candy, and some reading material. He then scolds her for how stupid she was being on the mission and tells her to be more careful next time. 
  • She is the first one to see him without his mask and borrows his mask from time to time for giggles.


Originally posted by prism17

  • Kiba and his female best friend are going to be the most competitive people you will ever meet. Morning, noon, and night, they will compete doing whatever one of them suggests. They are like the teenage versions of Kakashi and Guy. Watching the two of them compete is almost unbearable but once someone points out that they are like a married couple all is well. Here is an actual conversation:
    • “I don’t care if you are a girl, I’ll still kick your ass!”
    • “i DoN’t CaRe If YoU aRe A gIrL, i’Ll StILl KiCk YoUr AsS!”
  • The two of them like going on missions together, they can tolerate each other and always have the best of times. However, they will carry over some bickering, so other members on the mission better buckle up because they are in for a bumpy ride. The two often critique each other on missions, often saying “this jutsu would have been better” or “you executed that poorly.” But they do this because they care for each other and not only want the other to be safe but to succeed as a ninja too. 
  • He does have a habit of flirting with her, and she flirts right back. You would think they were in a relationship and don’t be surprised if he ends up dating his girl best friend.
  • The two of them bond over joking, but the one joke that makes Kiba laugh but his gal pal let out a deep sigh is the “that’s what she said” joke. Every time he says that, she punches him on the head.
  • Kiba’s mother sees his gal pal as a second daughter and will frequently comment about how she prefers her over Kiba. This drives Kiba up a wall and will usually trigger more bickering. Kiba’s sister adores his best friend and typically has pleasant conversations with her. And you can bet that they are shit-talking Kiba during exchanges. I can picture Kiba’s best friend going over to his house quite often, either to hang out, have dinner, or to simply crash there. 
  • Akamaru LOVES Kiba’s bestie and will always be there to either comfort her or protect her. She is also one of the few people Akamaru will let hold him (pre-shippuden) and ride him (post-shippuden).
  • Kiba’s best friend acts like she has superior fashion knowledge over him and always drags him for wearing a hoodie. It’s one of their many, many inside jokes.
  • The two of them often go to each other for dating advice. Kiba asks what girls like, his bestie asks what guys like. And in the event that the other person gets an s/o, older sibling instincts kick in. Kiba will keep an eye on his friends new s/o, and if he even catches a whiff of something fishy he’ll beat the crap out of them - no question. Same thing with his friend, if she does not like Kiba’s new s/o, she will shut that shit down.
  • In the event that his friend gets hurt he will be the first one to arrive to the hospital, but not with flowers, he’ll leave that job to Hinata. He will greet his friend with a smartass remark like, “Nice going dumbass.” But will then press them for details because he really is concerned. 


Originally posted by objto

  • Congratulations to the person who was able to become his best friend after Shisui
  • Itachi sees his best friend as the little sister he never had, the two have THAT kind of relationship. He will spend his days teaching her all of his techniques (or what he can without the use of a sharingan) and hope that that is enough for them. He does not care if she’s a fellow akatsuki member, he’s going to teach her all that he has. He is definitely the most protective out of the three men listed.
  • Itachi is very talkative to his best friend, but only when they are in private. He spills all his darkest secrets to her because he knows that she will understand him and honestly that is so refreshing to him. So yes, she does know about why he slaughtered his clan and knows about Sasuke. Which by the way, is another thing he likes to talk to her about. 
  • He likes Kisame for missions but would not necessarily mind if she tagged along. It’s nothing against her, it’s just work and when there is work friendships are pushed aside. Although he does enjoy hearing Kisame and his best friend argue, it makes for high quality entertainment. 
  • Whenever Itachi comes back from a long meeting, his friend will take him out for tea and discuss what happened on the mission over that.
  • I could definitely see Itachi being the type of guy who fakes being his best friends boyfriend in awkward situations. If they’re at a bar and some asshole tries flirting with her he will throw and arm around her shoulder and glare the man down. 
  • These two are the king and queen of two a.m. talks. They will stay up for hours talking about life’s greatest questions, political opinions, etc. They also know each others ideal types for BOTH genders, what job they would want, how many kids, what kind of house, they know EVERYTHING about each other. 
  • The two of them automatically become the rivaling parents against Pein and Konan. 
  • If his best friend gets wounded on a mission he will personally help treat their wounds while scolding them about “being responsible.” But on the other side of the spectrum she scolds him about over using his eyes.
    • I can also see her teasing him by holding up a number on her hand and asking him what it is. 
      • “Well?”
      • “Four. It’s fucking four. I am not THAT blind.”
My feelings on the PLL Finale

This is the post I promised about all of my feelings about the finale and the show, now that it has come to a close. I don’t have many good things to say about it so I am warning you now before you start reading. If you enjoyed the finale and are the kind of person whose mood (and in turn opinions) can be affected by those of others if they don’t match their own, don’t read on. Unfollow me, because a lot of what I post or reblog from now until I stop using this account will not be positive.

I envy any of you who loved the finale, as I mentioned yesterday, because this show has been really close to my heart, and I wouldn’t want to be the person who ruins those memories for you because I know how easy it is to change your mind about how you feel about something if everyone (or at least the majority) around you doesn’t feel the same way as you. If I were you, I would guard my feelings fiercely (if I were content with the finale) and keep away from all accounts that might make me second guess my views. However, if you are interested and can tolerate diverse views, or if you share the same frustrations as me, you’re welcome to read on!

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lost thoughts

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Title: lost thoughts
Pairing: Kim Minseok/Reader
Genre: Soulmate!AU. You hear your soul mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born.
Summary: The sound of his voice inside her head brings a smile to her face or a frown to her features. If only Minseok wasn’t so teasing then things would be a little bit easier.

Part I//Part II: “Now look at me and tell me everything.”

Minseok was used to being the oldest of his group of friends, the one who didn’t speak much and tried to drink as less as possible so he could drive his drunken friends home; it wasn’t only at the time when he became an idol, he was also the oldest of his class back when he was studying in high school and even though he wasn’t the tallest, he was the most mature. Without really wanting to, we create patterns in our lives that tend to make us follow certain movements and actions that we repeat until the day of our deaths and Minseok just liked being the oldest, he liked the responsibility that came with said name even when sometimes there was someone older than him, he liked the concept of it, actually. That’s why he babysat when he needed money that couldn’t be given by the little thrift shop he worked at and sometimes he tutored his younger friends, probably neighbors that grew up with him or one of the children of her mother’s friends. He just liked…the whole way his life worked when he pretended he had everything together but in reality, he didn’t.

That word, pretend, it should be in capital letters and highlighted.

It all started when he found out that a thesis wasn’t as easy as he thought it’d be and he spent his hours after work looking through books in a library with a little bit of help from his friend and classmate Jongdae, who was also the one who was working on his thesis with him, then he had that voice inside his head that reminded him that indeed he had a soul mate and whilst he adored teasing her to no end, he still didn’t know her. In between one of those nights where the, already graduated, Kim Junmyeon tried to help him out with a few things, he started listening to his thoughts and found out that not only had Yixing casually got to know his soul mate but he also realized that he was out of his freaking mind because he took a taxi as soon as possible just to get to meet her and once he did, he didn’t know what to do.

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in loving memory

pairing: jeongguk x reader
genre: angst
word count: 12,170
warnings: terminal illness, hospitals, needles, etc; 
note: put a tiny bit of a twist on this one, but i’m not sure how to categorize the concept itself. it involves a japanese legend that i based off on the children’s book Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes.

Originally posted by jessabella-hime

Jeon Jeongguk is ill.

It first surfaced when he was out playing with his friends, running along with them one summer morning, his shoes scraping against the pavement as he ran fast to keep up. In the midst of it all, as he was reaching out to tap his friend’s shoulder and finally get his revenge on him, Jeongguk suddenly felt his legs collapse from underneath him and soon the soft skin of his cheek met with the coarse concrete. He remembered his friends running to get his parents and when his father carried him in his arms, he fell unconscious and woke up in a cold hospital room where his mother sobbed quietly.

Jeongguk was eleven years old when he was diagnosed with something that he commonly referred to as what made people treat him differently.

The changes that came with this revelation were drastic. Jeongguk often had to miss out on school for weeks at a time, staying in the vicinity of a hospital where he lay in bed all day under careful observation by doctors. What used to be time spent for learning and making friends is now scheduled for routine check ups and treatment. Even the people Jeongguk had considered friends whispered about him and steered cleared of him, even though his illness isn’t contagious in any way. In truth, it was their parents that made his old friends avoid him, used him and his sickness as a way of threatening their children when they weren’t obedient.

“Go study, or else you’ll end up like that Jeon kid!” They would say variations of this, as if Jeongguk had been reduced to some kind of curse that only existed when fear is the only thing that would get through their young minds.

As a result, Jeon Jeongguk often felt lonely, having only minimal conversations with the nurses that routinely checked up on him while he stays in the hospital, and his family who try their best to look as if their youngest isn’t burdened by what could possibly be a terminal illness. The doctors called him a fighter, and Jeongguk would smile up at them with eyes filled with certainty because he believed them and will try his best to endure every process he has to undergo to get better.

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anonymous asked:

recs on camboy jimin? it can be any type of pairing! :)

Anonymous said:
and can it be bottom jimin pls? thank you! -camboy jimin anon

Why of course, it’s a bit of a weakness of mine ;) Enjoy!


Title: Baby I Like Your Style
Author: taetaeq
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin started recording himself when he got a boyfriend who had a thing for recording them while they were fucking. It was also at that time when he made a blog on tumblr and started posting short videos, gifs and pictures of himself. His followers loved his big ass, big perky lips, thick cock and chubby fingers. He even became friends with another guy who also owned a gay porn blog on tumblr and frequently posted videos of himself. Jimin wasn’t very into internet romance but the the guy was exactly his type - he was tall, muscular and had a big thick cock that Jimin would absolutely pay to suck.

Title: Camboy Meets What
Author: jiminpepper
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut
Summary: When Jimin’s holding a camboy stream, he notices there’s a stranger in his house. A hot stranger. He would’ve gotten up to close the door but he’s horny and he has an audience to please.

Title: Mochi Kisses
Author: Sxnee
Rating: Mature
Genre: Smu, Fluff
Summary: Jimin decides to start a new career to pay his way though college: a cam model.

Title: On Your Knees, Pretty
Author: vyrantiumblack
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut, Slice of Life
Summary: Jungkook is a college student busting his hump in a thankless job. He’s tired of work and school so he gets his relief by watching his favorite amateur porn star, Jimin. It doesn’t hurt that said amateur porn star attends the same school and even works at Jungkook’s favorite campus cafe.

Title: Picture Me With You
Author: novilunar
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut
Summary: Dealing with being in the same class as his favourite camboy is not an easy task for Jungkook


Title: Check One Two
Author: gangbang
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut
Summary: for the first time ever, camboy jimin has a couple of guests on his show. or: Local Twink Gets Fucked Hard and Raw by Two Hotties.

Title: For Your Eyes, Only
Author: milkwithcalsehun
Rating: Mature
Genre: Slow Burn, Smut
Summary: When a curious Taehyung clicks on a live webcam instead of his usual meme page.

Title: Here We Go (This is a Bad Idea)
Author: Skittiea
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut
Summary: “What!?” Jimin hadn’t meant to screech the word so loudly – especially with them being in the middle of a café – but he couldn’t help it. He was sure he was hearing things, sure his ears were blocked or faulty because he most certainly did not hear Kim Taehyung just suggest Jimin become a camboy.

Edit: Ahh I just realized these two fics below were top!jimin after going through them again, I’m so sorry about that! I don’t want to remove them in case someone else is interested in reading them, but feel free to disregard these if you’d really prefer bottom!jimin :) Sorry again!

Title: Shake it, Break it (Make it Hot for Me)
Author: taetaeq
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Summary: Jeongguk found this streaming website where people recorded themselves masturbating or having sex just few days ago but he already had his favourite channel and he doubted anyone could change it. ChimCham, as the owner of the channel called himself, had the most drop-dead gorgeous thighs Jeongguk has ever seen. Perfectly toned and thick looked absolutely amazing in any shorts Chim wore starting the broadcast and even better when he took them off.

Title: Watch Me
Author: Vulgarwords
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin puts a whole new meaning on the guy-next-door, one that Yoongi is intimately aware of.
Note: Part 1 of the “Can You Feel My Heart?” series, Part 2 being Listen to Me

Baby Daddy (Series)


News about the baby had spread among your peers by the next morning. Some who have been misinformed sent congratulatory gifts to the hospital and your phone was filled with congratulatory messages as well.

The biggest obstacle was to confine the information as close as possible in the hopes that the media would not be able to catch on the fact that Jay Park, CEO of a trendy hiphop label, had found an abandoned child at his family’s restaurant.

Amidst all the noise that was occupying your head, you were still wrapping your it around the fact that Jay was taking everything like it was not a big deal. There was something wrong and you could feel it in your gut but could not possibly put your finger as to what it was.

You paced the hallway outside the hospital room trying to push aside unwanted thoughts. You took a deep breath and exhaled sharply and went back inside the room.

Everyone else had either gone home or went to work except for you and Jay.

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Headcanons About Task Force X Flirting With You And Their Reactions When You Flirt Back

Originally posted by tundaee

Harley: She is flirting straight and clear. She will give you nicknames and she will wink. She will also give you kisses on the cheek and laugh at your jokes, even the puns. Harls will, also, miss no opportunity to hug you or cuddle with you.

When you flirt back, she will be stunned for just a millisecond and then a smirk will form on her lips. “Your lips are totally kissable.” “Then kiss them.” *Stares at you* *shrugs* “Okie dokie.” And then Floyd catches you kissing.

Originally posted by kxxkus

June: She is really subtle. Like really really subtle, at first. She will just do things for you, like making your coffee or bringing you snacks or staying to help you with your job in any way she can. She will, also, blush rather easily in any of your kind comments about her.

When you flirt back, she will reveal a whole different self of her in flirting. She will tease you and she will use smart pickup lines that can make you blush. Ha! Who’s blushing now? Well, both of you since Amanda and Rick walked in while you had a pickup line contest with June.

Originally posted by acrossthestvrs

Tatsu: Her flirting consists mostly of endless moments of staring at you. Besides that, she will always protect you even more in battles and missions. When she learns that you like watching series and movies, she will suggest watching an anime with her. You chose “Spirited Away”.

You both spent the night cuddled. Which strikes you as odd since she doesn’t like contact. And that’s when you understand. “Tatsu? You are like Haku to my Chihiro.” You say with a wink. She stares blankly at the TV screen before smiling back at you. “Damare.” That was enough to make you burst into laughing.

Originally posted by sevenszeroseven

Chato: He is smooth and flirtatious or shy and reserved. There is no in between. Either he will compliment you and give you nicknames in Spanish or he will just look at you and smile or let you sit next to him on the chopper but he won’t speak a word until you get to your destination.

“Ojalá la mitad de las estrellas brillaran tanto como tus ojos. (If only half of the stars in the sky shined as brightly as your eyes.)” “Usted es un suave-habladora. (You are such a smooth-talker.” “Que? (What?)” You wink at him and he feels the heat rising on his cheeks. “Rojo te hace aún más lindo. (Red makes you even cuter.)” You say as you arrive back to Belle Reeve. “You are not the only one that can flirt around here, Chato Santana.” You say as you plant a kiss on his cheek making him blush even more.

Originally posted by scarletswitch

Floyd: He is forward and lets you know he has feelings for you. He will give you nicknames and be flirtatious all the time, but never in front of Waller and Rick. He will wake up the same time as you and he will be in the kitchen as you try to prepare some breakfast, just to distract you. He enjoys seeing you flustered.

Until some day you decide to let him know how it feels like and beat him to his own game. As he squeezed you on the counter to grab the coffee jar, “Well I understand why they call you Deadshot. You need to shoot me only one glance and I will wind up dead for you.” You smirk. And that’s how Harley walked into the room still yawning and saw you two making out on the kitchen counter. “Hey, I make my food there.”

Originally posted by rafikecoyote

Rick: He is subtle when anyone else is around. He will wink and smile at you but that’s it. But, when you are alone, your hands will accidentally touch and he will compliment you all the time.

One day you find him alone sitting on his office. A smirk forms on your lips as you approach him and start massaging him. “What are you doing?” “I am massaging you. Being the most handsome man must be tiring.” That’s when he tenses and stares blankly ahead. “Woah. You really need to relax a little.” You whisper in his ear as he continues to stare ahead but now a soft pink dust covers his cheeks.

Originally posted by felywrites

Digger: Pickup lines. Pickup lines. And even more pickup lines. Others are cheesy while others are really good. Pickup lines and the fact that he is always around you while you are on a mission or whenever he can.

That’s when you come up with an idea and start saying things like “I love men that like baseball.” And the next time you see Digger he is watching a baseball match. “I love men that cook.” Well, that didn’t quietly end well. Until one day when you are alone, “I love men that like boomerangs, pink unicorns, and sodas.” And Digger is ready to go and fetch some boomerangs, sodas, and pink unicorns when he gets what you just said and smirks, “Lookie there, I just happen to know a bloke just like what you just described.” And your smirks match.

Originally posted by batmanreblogs

KC: He will kill your enemies in front of you to show off and he will cuddle with you on movie nights. He will bring you snacks and will smile at you.

So you think he is being really cute and you pet him or hug him each time he saves you (or you let him save you) or when he brings you snacks. And you just love to see his eyes shining brighter and you admire the fact that he is so strong and he literally can tear apart his enemies but he is so tender with you. One night you are sleepy in a movie night and after all, you had already watched the movie so you kiss him on the check for goodnight. He smiles brighter than the stars.

rudytoot  asked:

Hi so I live in Huntington and I have never really heard of these McElroy brothers can you explain to me what they do exactly? Like it is so surreal for me to see anyone from here doing anything. I'm in total shock! They seem pretty cool though!

haha it’s funny that you ask this because there is so much that they do i can’t really give you any ‘exact’ answers. i’ll try my best tho:

so the McElroys are three brothers (Griffin, Justin, and Travis) and their dad (Clint) who are from Huntington, as u know. 

like… 6 years ago they started making a podcast called My Brother, My Brother, and Me where people send them questions and they give very shitty hilarious advice. MBMBaM is a really funny podcast and the brothers often talk about growing up in Huntington on it. early on, it got picked up by a podcast network called Maximum Fun who also hosts many of their other podcasts which i’ll get into in a sec. MBMBaM updates weekly and is on episode 343 now!

two of the brothers, Griffin and Justin, work for the videogame website/channel Polygon, who you may know from when a bunch of shitty gamergate boys got mad at them because Polygon docked Bayonetta 2 points in their review of it because the game sexualized women so heavily. Griffin is the Senior Editorial Producer and Justin is the Editor-at-Large. you may also know Polygon from their hilarious Monster Factory videos where Justin and Griffin push video game character creators to their ridiculous limits

if you’re in Huntington, there’s a chance you’ve heard their dad Clint McElroy on the radio! he’s been doing radio since the late 70s and he’s, to my understanding, on 103.3 with Judy Eaton in the mornings? he’s also a published comic book writer and freelance editorial writer! Clint McElroy does a lot of cool stuff. him and Justin are the only 2 McElroys still living in Huntington

when Justin had to take paternity leave off a week of MBMBaM, the brothers replaced that week’s episode with a pre-recorded episode of all three of them and their dad playing dungeons and dragons because they’d been dying for an excuse to play dungeons and dragons FOREVER. enough people liked it that there was precedent for them to release a few more episodes, and soon enough Griffin dropped the pre-written campaign, wrote his own storyline and his own NPCs, and took Justin, Travis, and Clint through a wild fucking campaign that’s still ongoing in the form of their podcast called The Adventure Zone

those are the boys’ main projects right now but there’s so much other shit that they do! but, as you know, MBMBaM recently got a TV show and filmed their first season in Huntington! their show will be streaming on Seeso in like 3 days. as well, The Adventure Zone has a graphic novel adaptation in the works!

here’s a breakdown of some of the other stuff they do:

CoolGames Inc - a Polygon podcast series Griffin McElroy hosts with Nick Robinson where they take suggestions for games and flesh them out but the games are often goofs, like “Fifty First States”, a VN where you date each of the 50 states of america, etc.

Car Boys - a moderately esoteric adventure Griffin and Nick go on weekly where they play a game called which basically lets you do body horror things to cars

Sawbones - a podcast Justin does with his wife Sydnee, who is a doctor! together they talk about ailments from history and the terrifying ways people tried to treat them! this podcast is REALLY good and has garnered a lot of critical acclaim

Rose Buddies - a The Bachelor fancast Griffin and his wife Rachel do which is amazingly smart and funny

Shmanners - a podcast Travis and his wife Teresa do about etiquette and manners!

there’s a ton more podcasts they do, honestly, but i’d be here for hours just trying to explain ‘Til Death Do Us Blart’

fundamentally, they do comedy podcasts and video games series, but bc of their popularity and genuine nature they’ve started to branch out into other formats!

Meeting Time

Hey everyone, here is a quick little AU oneshot that I did for the Bughead AU project.

It is based on the following prompt:

person A who sits in the back of every staff meeting and makes snarky comments under their breath about everyone the whole time and person B who arrived late and sat next to them and can barely hold in their laughter.

Betty and Jughead are social workers who are stuck in the dreaded weekly team meeting, Jughead can’t help himself but snark and Betty tries to contain her laughter. Also a little flirting.

I will preface this one shot by saying that my day job is as a social worker and I have been in many a team meeting wish you just wish would end so you can get out there and work with your clients, so this fiction is based a little on this. I hope you enjoy.

Where was she. Here he was stuck in yet another snoozefest, about cases, and numbers, and assessments and she was out traipsing around the town, getting to do some actual work. He considered for a moment that maybe she had overslept or called in sick but that wasn’t the Betty Cooper he knew. She was so dedicated to the job it made him worry for her.

He looked at the sheet of paper in front of him, he took the same one to every meeting. It had two columns, ‘Archie Says Something Stupid’ was at the top of one of them and the other had ‘Departmental Bullshit’. Under the first column were 15 little marks. He had attended three team meetings so far this year. This year was turning out to be Archie’s best year yet, he was almost proud of him. Or he would be if it didn’t mean that every stupid question that came out of his mouth resulted in additional time being added to what was already an overlong, unnecessary waste of time in his mind.

“Forsythe.” He looked up immediately at the sound of his name, well not the name he preferred to be called, but he had given up trying to tell Weatherby this. He was pretty sure Weatherby was just using it now because he knew he hated it. “Where’s Cooper?”

“Do I look like her babysitter?” He snarked back.

“She sits next to you.” He had been a little hesitant at first having the new graduate sat next to his desk. A personal experience of the foster system and the constant disappointment of his career had made him somewhat cynical, okay a lot cynical. But that was how you survived in this job. The desk next to him had become almost a tunstile of rotating social workers. Burn out levels were high with the increased pressure to achieve results and if you didn’t learn to get a sense of humour quick you were done for.  When she had bounced in all bright eyes and blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail that made her look younger than her years he had commented that she wouldn’t last the week. But she had, then she lasted the month and soon the year. Sure the job had taken its toll, it always did but she refused to let it drag her down. And she laughed at his jokes that always went a long way with him. She knew how to handle herself and the stress that came along inevitably with the job.

“Don’t remind me.” He said in mock frustration. He was sure that Weatherby had put the eager young graduate next to him on purpose, hoping that she would be the thing that finally drove him to the edge and handing in his resignation. Weatherby’s plan soon backfired as he liked to think that he had converted Betty to the dark side.

“This is the third time, tell her there will be consequences the next time I see her.”

“Will do boss.” Jughead gave a mock salute, before returning to his doodles in the corner of his piece of paper. He knew Weatherby was full of empty threats, Betty was too good at her job for him to fire. She would probably get another warning, or she would batt those pretty eyelashes at him and get a reprieve. Either way he wasn’t worried for her.

At that moment Betty entered the small meeting room, she tried to sneak past unnoticed before she knocked into one of the chairs, swearing under her breath on her way to the seat that was empty next to Jughead.

“Cooper, nice of you to join us.” Weatherby addressed her and she turned to face him while continuing to navigate the narrow space between the chairs and the wall.

“Sorry, I got caught up with the Smiths.” Boom,  there was the eyelash batting, and he had to stifle a laugh at her predictability.

“I’ll see you after.” Weatherby gave a loud cough as she smiled that thousand watt smile at him and he looked like he was about to choke. He wished he could give a smile to get what he wanted from Weatherby. He was never going to be in his good books. “Right, well now that everyone is finally here. Let’s talk numbers.”

“Did I miss much?” She whispered to Jughead as Weatherby droned on in the background pointing to a series of numbers on the large presentation screen in front of them.

“Just the usual, behind on paperwork, spending too much time in the home, and numbers are down.” He replied quietly while maintaining his best impersonation of Weatherby, which Betty couldn’t help but giggle at.

“What numbers exactly?” She raised her eyebrow in question highly doubting that Jughead had actually taken on much of what had been discussed.

“All the numbers, Betts, every single one of them,” he said as he leaned in closer his face serious and without humour as he lowered his tone. She rolled her eyes at him as she got her notebook out of her bag, placing it open with her pen at the ready to take notes she knew she would never actually look at again.

“So we need to start looking at ways we can maximise efficiencies.” Weatherby continued, with most of the team, beginning to scan the room for anything else of interest.

“We could just stop seeing people all together, you know that would make my job way more efficient.” Jughead chimed in, an eager smile on his face his hands clasped in front of him like an attentive student.

Weatherby gave a loud sigh that echoed through the small room.

“I’m looking for serious suggestions Mr Jones.”

“I am serious. Betty, does this face look serious to you.” He turned to Betty and narrowed his eyes slightly and pursed his lips in his attempt to look serious. Betty tried to hide her smile but could feel it breaking through when he gave a waggle of his eyebrows. For all his joking around Jughead Jones was good at his job. Betty knew that he cared for each one of the families that he was looking after, not that he would ever admit it. Although he would hide it with a joke or sarcastic comment Betty knew it hurt him just as much as any of his colleagues when things didn’t quite work out.

The first time she had put her hand on his shoulder when he slammed his phone down on the receiver after a call, he had looked at her stunned for a moment, before he relented and allowed her to rub shoulder gently through his jacket, sympathy written all over her face. Just as much as he was helping her survive in this job with his humour, she helped him survive with her kindness.

“Anyone else?” Jughead noticed Archie raise his hand, instead of just speaking like they were still at elementary school or something battling each other for approval from the teacher.

Betty turned to Jughead again who already had his pen poised in the Archie column ready to make another mark.

“He’s not doing too bad this year,” she whispered to him as she counted up the marks within the column. It had been Jughead’s way of coping with these meetings, instead of letting out the loud obnoxious groan whenever the redhead raised his arm above his head.

Jughead was half paying attention to her but also to Archie as he made another mark in the column as Archie finished his long winded but unhelpful suggestion. “Well he wasn’t doing too bad.” Betty corrected herself.

The meeting continued in much the same way for the next 20 minutes, Weatherby droning, Jughead making a snarky comment, Betty trying not to snort as she listened and Archie looking over at them confused while mouthing ‘What?’ as he seemed to be missing out on their little private moment within the crowded space.

“Right, that’s all for this week.” Weatherby finished as a collective sigh filled the room and he seemed a little put out at the team’s reaction. Jughead neatly folded his piece of paper and placed it in his jacket pocket ready for when it would be needed next meeting. He got up and waited for Betty to pack up her notebook, with it’s neatly written prose, before giving her space to move past him towards the exit.

“Ladies first,” he said with a flourish of his arm and Betty shook her head as she passed him.

“Betty we need to have a chat.” Betty gave a heavy sigh, closing her eyes, before straightening her posture and moving back towards the centre of the room as Jughead made his way to the exit. He gave a wave as Weatherby closed the door behind him.

“So Ms Cooper, will I be seeing you in the storage cupboard in say 10 mins.” He finished with a slow wink, which Betty responded to by biting her bottom lip as if she was tempted before she gave him a playful slap on the arm. They had fallen into this pattern of flirtation, she played it off as light fun. It was a way to sometimes distract from the work, to earn a little reprieve.

“I told you already Jughead I don’t date co-workers.” He had begging her for a coffee for a months now. When their playful flirting had developed into something more for him and he wanted desperately for her to feel the same way.

“I’m not talking about dating. I’m talking maybe about reliving a certain moment that we had at our staff Christmas party.” Hooking up with Jughead Jones at her first work Christmas party had not been a proud moment for Betty, but she had had maybe a little bit too much to drink and he was there with his dress shirt, the top buttons undone and his ties loose around his neck. She had been wondering what it would feel like to run her hands through his hair, and as he sauntered up to her it had been waving back and forth in front of his eyes. He said something to her in that low tone of his, before roughly pushing his hair back from his face and she was grabbing a hold of his tie and practically dragging him to the first cupboard away from prying eyes that she could find. He had given her a knowing smile the next Monday at work and she had blushed furiously.

“Sorry Juggie,” She had sworn that it was going to be strictly professional from that moment and she had told him so. But soon enough she found herself falling back into old patterns and throwing coy looks his way in response to his gentle flirting. “I have a client visit, guess you are going to have to relive that moment all on your own.” She said before turning on her heel and heading towards the lift.

“A raincheck then?” he shouted across the room as she continued towards the exit. She threw up her hand waving to him, as he made his way back to his desk. Yes, he was definitely falling for one Betty Cooper.

Forbidden [Kim Jongin] - Part 4

Summary: What’s going to be your relationship with prince Jongin’s future wife?

Genere: Angst

Warnings: None

AU: Royals

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader

Originally posted by intokai

With king’s words I felt my heart sank. No. It’s just impossible. It must be some kind of joke. I couldn’t believe it. He can’t get married yet. We just started everything and I don’t want it to be ruined so fast. My dream was coming true and now it shattered like a glass.

“What?” I heard Jongin’s shaked voice

I was trying to focus on their talk, but my thoughts were running around my head. Jongin is going to have a wife and when he’ll become a king, she’s going to be his queen. And it’s not going to be me. Actually, I shouldn’t expect anything else. I was only a servant. Maybe I used to be a princess, but it doesn’t change anything now.

“What ‘what’?” king snapped “You’re twenty three and you’ll soon become a king. I won’t let you take over the throne alone. You need someone to be by your side when it’s going to happen”

“I’m not ready and you know that!” Jongin exclaimed

“You are ready!” king raised his voice “You need to be”

“At least tell me who is she…”

“Lady Shin”

The one that was supposed, to wear the silver dress I was wearing at Jongin’s birthday party. I think I remember her. She had beautiful black locks, brown eyes and she was always dressed in something red. Her brother married a princess from Thulosan, but she still visited him very often. I didn’t know her very well, but she seemed really… Cold.

“Why her?” Jongin asked “She’s three years older than me”

“But she’s my friend’s daughter and I know she’ll be a good queen one day” said the king

“But I don’t want her to be my queen”

Silence filled the room. Even hiding in a wardrobe, I still could feel the tension building up in the air. I was trying to imagine what was happening there. The king and the prince eyeing each other. I thought king Doyun wasn’t used to someone disagreeing with him. Especially, not his own son.

“The decision was already made” ruler’s voice was surprisingly calm “The last thing to set is the wedding day”


“No ‘buts’! You’re going to marry lady Shin and I don’t want to hear any objection!”

I heard heavy footsteps and then the door of Jongin’s room shut with a loud thump. My whole body was shaking. I didn’t move. I just kept looking at the ground, no words escaping my lips. He is going to marry lady Shin. Jongin is going to marry lady Shin, and I could do absolutely nothing about it. I felt tears form in my eyes. I wanted to go back in time and be a princess once more.

I saw the door in front of me opening. I looked up. Jongin was standing in front of me with a guilt on his face. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were avoiding mine. I still couldn’t say anything. One of my biggest dreams has just been destroyed with five simple words. We found you a fiancé.

I took a deep breath and walked past Jongin, my legs still shaking. Before I left the wardrobe, I felt him grabbing my wrist. I didn’t turn back to him.

“Don’t go” he whispered “Please… Not now”

“How can I stay?” I quietly asked “Knowing you’ll get married soon?

“Please… Y/N, I just-”

“We should stop if we still can” my tone was serious “Before it’s too late”

I hated it. I hated the fact that I was lying. It was too late a long time ago. Even before he told me how he felt about me. I should’ve expect it all turns out like this. He’s going to become a king soon and he needs his queen. Just like king Doyun said. Servant, like me is nobody compared to the royals.

“I can’t let you go” Jongin got closer to me “Not now. Not when it all just started”

“Do you think I want it?” I looked up at him “Do you think I want it to end?”

“I know you don’t want it too, but-”
“But we have no choice” I interrupted him

I felt his piercing gaze on me. He knew I was right. I didn’t know if he felt how desperate I was to kiss his soft lips and let him embrace me. I felt the tears forming in my eyes.

“Please, don’t cry” I heard him whisper “I can’t stand seeing you cry”

“Then I’ll just go” my voice broke down

I started to walk to the door of his room. I didn’t want it and he knew it. Damn it. I didn’t want it so badly. I lifted my hand over a handle.

“Don’t call for me or don’t ask me to serve you anything” I said without looking at him “Let’s just don’t complicate this even more”

I went out of his room. I still had a small hope that he’ll go after me. But he didn’t. I shouldn’t be upset because that’s what I wanted. I just had to leave. Tears started to stream down my face. I wanted them to stop. I didn’t want to cry after Jongin. We barely knew each other. At least that’s what I thought. He was a prince and I was a servant. That’s all. How ridiculous the whole situation was? Last night prince Kim Jongin, the guy I fell for, confessed to me. We talked, shared a few kisses and not only. Now, the day after that happened, it all was ruined.

I wiped tears off my face. I didn’t want anyone to see them.

All of sudden, I started to quietly hum the song I grew up with. The anthem of Southerlands.

For the next few days I was working with Miyoung. I didn’t serve at any of royal’s meals. Jongin also didn’t call for me even once. I couldn’t sleep at nights. Since the moment I discovered he’s going to get married soon I couldn’t stop thinking about it. In my mind I saw pictures of him and lady Shin together. Both happy. Both in love. I was wondering is that ever going to happen. From what I’ve heard that evening, I could say he didn’t like the idea of her becoming his queen. But this was the decision king Doyun and queen Eunji made. There was nothing to do about it now.

I was helping Miyoung with the dresses for the ladies. She had so many orders it was impossible for her to do them on her own. I haven’t seen her in three days, so now I had to tell her the whole story. She was the one who encouraged me to go to the party, so I had to reveal what exactly happened. How he confessed, how he kissed me and how he promised to meet me again. Everything we’ve done in his room and the talk I listened too.

“I can’t believe it” she sighed “I can’t believe he’s going to get married!”

“I know…” I put another needle in the material

“He can’t do that!” Miyoung shouted “Not after what he has done with you! It’s just unfair!”

“Please, don’t shout. I don’t want anyone to hear about this:”

“I’m sorry” she stood next to me “I’m just… I’m just mad at him!”

I smiled. She was so young and inexperienced, but I loved it. She was always making me happier, even when I was sad. Just like now. The whole whole situation with Jongin was overwhelming me.

“Let’s change the topic” I suggested with a weak smile on my face “Whose dress it will be?”

“Um…” she bit her bottom lip “It’s lady Shin’s”

I froze. I should’ve known. It was red, just every single dress that belonged to her. She was coming back to the kingdom this evening, so that’s the gown she’s going to get as a welcoming gift. I was wondering if I should stop working on the dress. But I didn’t want to show that I care, so I just sat on the chair and sew on another ribbon to the material.

“You’re pretending you don’t care, right?” Miyoung asked

“Yes” I said “And I’ll tell Jongin I sewn this one”

“You’re going to talk to him?”

“No” I laughed “At least not now. We’re both not ready”

I was trying to joke about it, but the truth was that I still cared. He wasn’t leaving my thoughts. Memories of us together in the garden and his room made me blush so easily. His hands on my body, our lips connected. It all didn’t want to leave my mind.

“What’s going on?” I asked with confusion when I saw Yeun getting up from her bed

“You don’t know?” she raised her eyebrow at me

I gently shook my head. No one told me about anything.

“We need to help with lady Shin’s arrival” she said

I clenched my hands into fists under a blanket. Why do we need to do that? Weren’t here hundreds of servants who could do it instead of us? The worse thing about it, was that Jongin will be there for sure. She was his fiancé after all.

“Come on” Yeun broke the short silence “We need to hurry. She can come in any minute”

I got up from my bed with a loud sigh. I didn’t want anyone to know that something happened between Jongin and me. Because no one in the palace, or anywhere else, would think that prince could fall for a servant. If this ever would happened, it was doomed for failure from the beginning.

We walked out of our room. I was wondering how Jongin is going to react. We haven’t seen each other in a few days. Maybe he was trying to forget, just like me? I didn’t want to remember our few moments together, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw us kissing.

Together with Yeun, I walked through a long corridor, which led to palace’s gate. I saw king Doyun, queen Eunji and some servants. Of course, Jongin was standing next to his parents. I couldn’t help, but stare at him. Surprisingly, he wasn’t smiling. The usual joy and happiness were replaced by seriousness. I’ve never seen him like this before.

I stood next to Yeun, on the left side of the royals. With a corner of my eye, I saw Jongin noticing me. I didn’t turn to face him, but I still could feel his gaze on me. I took a deep shaky breath.

“Are you alright?” Yeun’s voice made me snap out of my thoughts “You seem a bit out of here”

“It’s just a headache” I lied “It’ll pass”

Suddenly, I heard clatter of wheels. I saw two dark horses and a big black carriage going through palace’s gates. My eyes were following it, until it stopped a few meters away, sending a cloud of dust. I coughed quietly.

Carriage’s door opened and when I looked up, I saw a tall figure. Lady Shin was standing in front of the royal family. She bowed quickly and her long red dress twirled around her feet. I just stared at the whole situation. Jongin just kept looking at her with no emotions on his face.

“Your majesty” lady Shin’s voice was really high and somehow unpleasant

“My dear Jihee” king Doyun smiled “We are so happy that you finally came back to us”

“I am honored that you chose me to be your son’s future wife” she said

“You are no idea how happy we are, to announce your marriage” queen Eunji clapped her hands “We know that you lived in our castle for a long time, but it’s going to be a little bit different from now on”

“In a few minutes, Jongin will show you where your new room is” the king looked at his son with warning in his eyes “But now, as you’re almost the part of our family, choose one girl. She’s going to be your private servant”

Now I realized that there weren’t any man here. Lady Shin glanced at our small group of servants. She came closer and looked carefully at each of us. I didn’t want my eyes to met her’s. They were so dark and cold. I felt her presence in front of me. No. Please, no. She can’t choose me. There are at least ten six more girls here. I shut my eyes, hoping she won’t say the words I was expecting.

“I want her” she said and breath caught in my throat

“No” Jongin’s voice was strong and sudden

“Why?” lady Shin turned to face him

“Because she’s a seamstress” he snapped “They have a lot of work, so we can’t give them even more”

When I looked up, I saw Jongin staring at me. On the contrary to his voice, in his eyes there was care and gentleness. I couldn’t believe he said ‘no’ to his future wife. Maybe he didn’t want to forget? Maybe he still wanted me as much as I wanted him?

“You’re Y/N, right?” queen Eunji came closer to me with a smile on her face

I nodded.

“So, are you a seamstress, Y/N?”

I took a deep breath and looked at Jongin. I hoped he realised what I wanted to tell him.

“No, your highness” my voice was really quiet “Your son must have mistaken me for someone else because I sometimes help with sewing the gowns, but… As I said before, I am not a seamstress”

“Good” king Doyun eyed Jongin “Y/N, from now on you’re a private servant of lady Shin. You are going to have more duties, but I’ll make sure it will be well rewarded. Start from helping her with the luggage”

“Yes, your highness” I bowed and quickly went closer to the carriage

I had to stand on the tiptoes to take the smallest bag. It was pretty heavy. When the coachmen saw I had problem with the rest, he got up from his seat and helped me. I didn’t know if he was allowed to do that, but no one complained. When he finished, I smiled gently and mouthed ‘thank you’. Now, I had three big and one small bag in front of me and I had to take them all to lady Shin’s new room. I hoped it wasn’t somewhere deep in the castle.

“Jongin, you will show lady Shin her new chamber?” king Doyun wasn’t asking his son a question

The prince just shrugged and let out a sigh, leaving everyone shocked. Me included. I was expecting that he’ll say ‘with pleasure’ or something like that, but instead of it I just heard:


He started walking to the castle. King Doyun furrowed his eyebrows. I could see how mad he was. He whispered something to his wife and looked at me. I immediately took the smaller bag and one of the bigger ones. I knew I’ll have to go back here and take the rest. Lady Shin pretended nothing happened and started to follow Jongin. When she was about to enter the palace, she stopped and turned to face me. In that exact moment, I tripped over something and dropped the smaller bag. I quietly hissed from sudden pain. I looked around and I noticed everyone was staring at me. Jongin clearly struggled with the desire to approach and help me. Brushing the dust off, I got up and joined lady Shin.

When I was close enough, she leaned in and whispered with a devilish smile on her face that only I could see:

“You drop something once more, you sleep in the dungeon”

Author’s note: I can’t believe that previous parts have over 80 notes! Thank you!