and obviously i went too far

deal | pt 1 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,366 

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Eyes like ice, cold and calculating narrow over the rim of a wine glass. Soft lips press to the polished glass, the crimson complimenting tan skin. If it weren’t for the soft dent between his brows you would have assumed he had not heard you. He takes his time allowing the wine to caress his palate, eyes closed as he savors the taste.  As always, he makes you wait until the wine glass is drained of it’s dark contents. You ponder on the taste, if it is bitter upon his tongue much like his words.

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“You better not flip kelpie and try to drown me.”

wow this took way too long, i started this when that chapter came out btw. anyways if you’re still in the dirkjake fandom and you haven’t read this please go fix that. super super IC accurate canon characters in a very not canon setting, obviously. not just dirkjake either, awesome wholesome alpha friendships too.

Dawning in Dust: Part VIII

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Over the course of the next four days, Jamie began to heal and Claire began to distance herself. They would chat idly over neutral topics every morning and evening when she examined his wounds, but the conversation never flourished as it had during their first days together. Jamie never pushed and Claire could tell he was carefully controlling himself. She would pass his daily care off to his family and explore the farm and the lands surrounding it.

An outlander in this new community she found herself in, Claire tried to stay out of the way by searching the land for medicinal plants and fungi that grew in the area. The smell of wet mud and heather hung in the air, along with the crispness of the coming evening. Despite the lush Scottish landscape, Claire knew fall was coming on quickly; another reason to leave Lallybroch as soon as possible.

“Whatever makes you feel like less of a coward Beauchamp,” she muttered, digging through the shallow water of a small pond for water pepper.

Considering her situation, staying would probably be the wisest decision. Food, shelter, and a way to pass the harsh winter. She could continue using her nursing skills as well, especially if her suspicions about Jenny Murray were accurate. Claire was no midwife, but she had attended births in school. Inclement weather also brought with it inevitable illnesses. She could be useful here.

Then, there was Jamie Fraser.

Claire tossed a clump of water pepper into her basket, ignoring the tightening of her chest at the thought of him. His imposing height and self composure; hair of red, copper, cinnamon, and auburn that curled over his forehead and at the nape of his neck. The slight twitch of his mouth when she amused him; the way his brow would furrow slightly when she was silent and lost in her thoughts.

It wasn’t unusual for a medical professional to become attached to their patient in various ways. Traumatic and difficult ordeals naturally brought people together, after all. Claire had seen it happen during the War many times. Young men and women pushed beyond their limits; comfort found in the darkest places of the world. What troubled Claire most wasn’t the connection they shared, but the absence of darkness in all of it.

Claire shook off the thought, squelching out of the mud as carefully as she could. The sun dipped below the tree line, casting shadows and rays of light through the heather. Birds called softly from the trees, flittering madly, about to prepare for whatever it was birds do at night. Claire closed her eyes, breathing in the last scents of day and the beginning of night.

She could have stood there five minutes or thirty. The cold Highland breeze lifted the curly hair from her neck, sending a chill down her body. Opening her eyes, Claire froze as she saw a figure leaning with its forearms on the fence, watching her. Feeling too serene to glare at him, she merely raised an eyebrow and made her way over to lean in from the opposite side, her own forearms braced on the rail beside his.

“When I said you could start getting up and moving, I believe I instructed you to take it slow at first,” she said conversationally.

Jamie sniffed out a laugh, eyes crinkling a bit in amusement.

“Aye well, I walked instead of ran.”

“Could you run?”

He grinned. “God no.”

Claire laughed, bumping his shoulder lightly with her own. His body, always warm, radiated heat; she slowly leaned back into him, barely touching. She glanced down at his shirtsleeves that were rolled up to the elbow. Just the sight made her shiver again.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Nay. We Highlanders are made of sturdier stuff than you blue-nosed Southrons,” he replied, only wincing slightly as he straightened and held out his arm. “I brought ye a coat. I could see ye shivering from inside the house.”

“Blue-nosed huh?” she retorted, smiling a bit as he helped her into the large coat, clearly his own from the size and scent of it, the tartan fabric still warm from the heat of his body.

“Hmm,” he hummed lowly, looking her over in a way that made Claire’s belly tighten suddenly. He raised his hand slowly, watching her face, then very lightly ran a knuckle from the bridge of her nose down to the tip.

“Red then,” he all but whispered, face mere inches from her own.

Claire could feel her cheeks flush; she parted her lips for a comeback, but couldn’t think of anything to say. Jamie’s eyes never left hers; he swallowed, and she shivered. One corner of Jamie’s mouth turned up and he looked away from her as he shifted and pressed his side along the length of hers to warm her. Claire melted into him, trembling from cold and nerves, joining him in watching the last of the sun disappear. She could tell Jamie had something to say and waited for him to find his words.

“Do you..” he began, then cleared his throat, apparently changing his mind. Claire nudged him gently.

“What?”

“I dinna want to pry, Sassenach,” he said, glancing at her, then down at his hands. “I’m wondering what your plans are now? I ken ye told Jenny..” he trailed off.

Bloody hell, this was it. Claire took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly before answering.

“I mean to leave soon. You’ve healed quite well in such a short amount of time. You have your family to keep you from doing something completely idiotic, if needed.”

The last was said in jest, but her heart squeezed a little.

Why is this so hard? God, get a grip Beauchamp!

“True, but none of them order me around quite like you do, Sassenach. Scold me, curse me for bleedin’ to death…”

He turned his head to look down at her, face controlled but eyes warm and bright. They matched the sky, blue and black and violet pinpricked by the soft light of Lallybroch’s windows.

“I want you to stay, Claire.”

The words hung between them, echoing through Claire’s brain along with the beating of her heart.

I want you to stay.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

“I dinna ask just for me,” he went on hurriedly, obviously seeing something change in that damn transparent face of hers. “I ask for my tenants. My family. For you, Sassenach. It’ll be winter before too long. You’d be safe here. Ye wouldna have to worry about food and shelter. It-”

“I can fend for myself, thank you,” she replied, nervously playing with the long sleeves of his coat. “I’ve managed so far.”

“Aye, ye have,” he agreed. He sighed. “My sister’s pregnant. Have ye noticed?”

Claire paused, then nodded.

“I suspected.”

Jamie sighed again, looking worn. Claire mentally kicked herself for letting him stay on his feet for so long.

“You’re worried about Jenny? The pregnancy?” she asked softly, looking up at him again. His features were dark. Only the edges could be seen in the relief of the cloudy night sky; curly hair, high cheekbone, mouth pursed in thought.

“My mother… she died in childbirth, ken,” he started. “I was eight. It… it wasna usual, wi’ medical advancements but… it happened.”

Claire stared at him, wide eyed. She slowly reached out, gently squeezing his forearm.

“I’m so sorry, Jamie.”

He covered her hand with his own, then met her eyes.

“I ken ye have yer reasons for wanting to leave and I’ll no’ ask what ye dinna want to tell me. But I will offer ye a home, however long ye wish to claim it. I only ask that ye stay until the bairn comes in the spring. After that, I’ll take ye wherever it is ye wish to go.”

Claire stared at him, piecing his words together in her mind. His fear. An offer of a home, of usefulness. Protection and a future. Several possibilities, if only she would grab at them. In her heart, a flare of hope that was matched by the blue eyes that waited intently for her answer.

She stepped away from him, and held out her hand. He glanced down, surprised, but smiled as he took her hand and shook it. Claire smiled back, not noticing he didn’t let go until he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it formally.

“Thank you, Sassenach. Truly.”

Enemies Pt 1 (Jungkook Smut)

Words: 3203- ish

Warning: Rough smut, teasing.

Reader x Jungkook

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Originally posted by hey-seoul-sistah

Jeon Jungkook. That was the name that you groaned and clenched your teeth for. That was the person who had been bothering you in the last 3 years at school. He had been making jokes with you all the time, like calling you stupid names, teasing you, shooting you with paper balls, messing up your hair…
And teasing means: touching your butt and pretending it hasn’t been him and stuff like that. Ok, you knew that if you talked seriously with him he would stop, but you always melted into his touch, but not perceptively enough for him to do something more. But that also made him the one who you often thought about at night.
And yes you hated him, but if you didn’t, you would probably have a crush on him. No… You had a crush on him. He was so damn sexy. That really was an ambivalent feeling.
He, on the other hand, didn’t hate you. He just liked to be a jerk with you. A child.
You were in the same class, so it turned everything worst than it already was, and when the teacher gave the students a pair homework, of course the fucking teacher had to put you both together.
“But Mr. Thompson…” you begged to the teacher.
“Enough, Y/N! It’s time for you and Jungkook to resolve this problem of yours once and for all! Besides it’s a real short work, you just have to talk about a theme”, the teacher said
“This won’t resolve anything! I hate him, please let me do it by myself” you complained
“Ok. You do not have to do the homework with him” the teacher said
You sighed deeply. Yes.
“Ah, thank y-” you started saying but were cut off by him,
“But if you don’t, then you really don’t. I mean if you don’t do this with him, them you don’t need to do it at all, and say good bye to your grade. Now leave, go home. The class did finish many minutes ago” he said. You wanted to kick his ass, but just turned around and left the classroom.
When you left, you went to your locker to take your things and go home - since your class was over - only to find jungkook leaned against it. He smirked devilish when he saw you. The hall was already empty.
You decided to ignore him and just open your locker. He grabbed your waist and did spin you around to face him.
“So, princess, my house or yours?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
“Don’t call me that, asshole” you said and he laughed “I don’t want you in my house. Let’s go to yours” you said, not daring to look into his eyes.
“Great. I like to play in places I know well” he said and you felt yourself blushing.
“You can leave now” you said, pushing him off and turning around to take your stuffs but he grabbed you, stopping you from moving. He leaned in, his warm breath touching your nose.
“You know…” he said as one of his hands squeezed your waist. “You look so damn hot wearing this uniform…This skirt” he said and his other hand grabbed the edge of your skirt, his fingers barely touching your thighs, sending shivers to your entire body. You managed to catch your breath back and found forces to push him away. Or try at least. You couldn’t melt into his touch.
“Get off! Don’t touch me, jerk. I don’t like you and if I could choose, i wouldn’t be doing this with you” you said quickly. His eyes widened and he pulled away. You turned around and closed the door of your locker, and when you did he pushed you against it and you gasped. He pressed his own body against your back and grabbed your waist again. He leaned in, his lips brushing on your earlobe as his hands traveled up and found your breasts. He squeezed there slowly, and you couldn’t help but moan a little.
You tried to move away but his grip didn’t let you.
“8:00 pm at my place. Today. Don’t be late, baby girl” he said.
“Fucking let me go I-im gonna scream” you said and he just laughed. One of his hand traveled down and touched your inner thigh, making you shut your eyes closed. ‘You don’t have to melt into it. You don’t’
“You really look hot on this skirt” he said and pulled away, exiting the building. You just watched as you fought with yourself inside.


It was 7:30pm. You had taken a shower and were now picking up your clothes. You choose a simple thing, just a shirt and skirt. You had to admit yourself that you had picked up the skirt to tease him. But you couldn’t say you were enjoying that. You still didn’t like him. For all those things he had done to you. Last time you had been at his place - in another homework but that time it was in group - he locked you outside the house for thirty minutes. You left your house and walked towards his. When you got there, you prepared your psychological and knocked the door. He opened and looked at you with a smirk.
“Hello, nerd. Come in. Don’t worry, i’m not going to lock you out this time” he said and your jaw clenched.
You got in and looked around, looking for his parents.
“Where are your parents?” you asked, not turning to look at him.
“They’re out. Business travel” he answered from behind you “The stuffs are in my bedroom. Let’s go” he said.
Once there, you both sat on the carpet. You crossed your legs since you were wearing a skirt and he noticed your movement.
“Skirt, huh? You knew this would tease me so you wore it purposely” he said and you blushed immediately.
“M-my world does not spin around you, Jungkook” you managed to say. You started doing the homework, talking and discussing about. It was going well.
But then he started.
You stopped for a while to write on your copybook when you suddenly felt his hand on your thigh. You looked up at him, confusion obviously reaching your eyes.
“Admit it, Y/N. You feel attracted by me. The more I bother you, more you like me” he whispered and you groaned. Was he really doing that? Bothering you again? Why couldn’t he just act like you were? You felt yourself getting angry and breathed heavily.
“Fuck, can’t you just leave me alone? Stop fucking teasing me. Let’s just do this shit of homework so I can leave” you almost yelled at him and his eyes widened, he was obviously surprised by you.
He laughed out loud at you and you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. He was so cynic. So stupid. So beautiful… argh!
Before you could stop yourself you slapped his cheek and he stopped laughing immediately. You got up and went downstairs, to the kitchen, and leaned against the counter to calm yourself down. What had you just done?
You were about to go back upstairs to apologize, you knew you had gone too far but when you were about to turn around and go you couldn’t, because there was jungkook, his weight pressed against your body from behind. His hands grabbed your thighs, his fingers purposely brushing against it as he leaned in towards your ear just as he did earlier on your locker.
“What the fuck” you groaned, trying to free yourself.
“How can I stop bothering you?” he whispered, “How can I stop teasing you when you are on this skirt?” he said as his hands grabbed the edges of your skirt and pulled it up, exposing your ass. You froze as the cold air did hit your skin, not knowing what to do or even say. “how Can i stop now, when all I’m thinking is how you dared to slap my cheek?” he said as one of his hands slapped your ass cheek, making you gasp. “And how can I stop now, when all i Want to do is fuck you till you be wrecked?” he groaned and brushed his lips on your earlobe, bitting at it slightly. You felt yourself getting wet by the second the words left his soft lips. Your heart stopped. He turned you around to face him, his eyes darkened with…lust?
Both of his hands were squeezing your ass now, his touch making you shiver. He attacked your neck, sucking in your sensitive skin.
“J-Jungkook” you started saying, trying to push him away but failing, “I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to…to hurt you” you said, your voice trembling. He left your neck and looked into your eyes.
“I know I know. But you know what?” He said and started leaning in, “That only made me want to fuck you harder” he said and closed the distance between your lips. At first you couldn’t kiss him back, you were in total shock. But as his hands started working on your body, your ass, your clothed boobs, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore.
You kissed him back, melting into the kiss as your brain screamed for you to stop and he smirked. Your hands made their way to his hair, pulling him even closer as he lifted you up so you were sat on the counter. He placed himself between your legs and his lips traveled down to your jawline, then your neck. He sucked so roughly you knew it would leave marks.
“I knew you wanted me” he whispered. You pulled at his hair roughly, earning a groan from him. You knew he was right. And there was no reason to contest him. His hands played with the edge of your shirt and soon he started lifting it up. He took it off, exposing your semi clothed breasts. He leaned in and sucked it, his hands searching your back and unclasping your bra. He pulled away and stared at your boobs, making you blush immediately.
“Stop looking at me like that” you complained and he laughed.
“Do you want me to suck them?” he asked teasingly. You nodded. Fuck you wanted his touch so bad.
“Then you’ll have to beg me” he said as he took off his shirt. Little bastard. That moment you stopped for a moment. First because you had a shirtless Kookie in front of you. His toned abs getting you wetter by the sec. That gorgeous V line…
All you wanted was to lick that shit. Second, Your mind was screaming at you, saying to not fall for him. Saying that it was not too late to get in real.
“Cat got your tongue?” He said when you didn’t answer.
“Please Jungkook, please suck them” you said, ignoring the last piece of dignity you had and he grabbed one of your breasts on his hand, massaging it as his tongue played with the nipple of the other. You arched your back against his touch, you could feel his smirk on your skin. You managed to unbuckle his belt as well. “You want my cock that bad? You can’t control yourself?” he teased and you just moaned. He kissed your lips again and wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting you up from the counter and walking back towards his bedroom. He let you fall onto the mattress and took off his pants. He let it fall, his boxers following soon. His erection freed, almost slapping his stomach. You licked your lips. He was naked.
God… A naked jungkook. Your clit was screaming at you to be touched. To be touched by his thick fingers…his hardened cock…
“Take off your skirt and sit on the edge of the bed” he said and you quickly did.
He pumped his dick a few times and walked towards you. You realized what he was about to do and looked up at him, hungrily.
“Now you’ll pay for what you did. My cheek is still burning” he said and grabbed your hair, his other hand guiding his dick towards your mouth.
“Suck” he groaned. You grabbed his dick and pumped it a few times, soon licking his tip that was dripping with pre-cum. You decided to tease him, to push him, licking only his tip as your hand ghostly touched him.
“Don’t fuck tease me” He said and thrusted inside your mouth, so you reached his base. You felt his tip hitting the back of your throat and you gagged a bit.
You tried to pull away but he didn’t let you. Your cheeks hollowed around him and you managed to control your air. His salty taste was so fucking good. You cupped his balls, massaging it slowly and softly. He tightened his grip on your hair, bobbing your head in and out, controlling your speed.
“Fuck” he groaned as you deep-throated him. You started feeling your juices falling down your legs. You were desperate to feel him inside you as soon as possible. He stopped you from moving, his hips moving roughly against you, cutting your air off. “Don’t fucking move, im gonna fuck this pretty mouth of yours” he groaned.
He walked forward, resisting his hand on the wall, eventually forcing you to walk backwards with his length still on your throat. His thrusts became faster and more violent, you were sure you were going to have your throat wrecked the next day.
“You take my cock so fucking well” he groaned.
He suddenly pulled you off him and grabbed your arms, lifting you up. He threw you onto the bed and crawled over you. He took off the test of your clothes so you were naked. He kissed you, exploring your mouth as his hands explored your body. He found your clit and you gasped at the touch. You had never thought that that homework would turn into that. Your enemy almost fucking you.
“You sucked me so well… I’m gonna give you a treat” he said and traveled down, kissing your neck, your breasts, your stomach and finally found your pussy. His tongue teased your clit while his fingers circled your entrance. You moved your hips, trying to meet his fingers but he didn’t let you.
“I’m wondering if I can make you cum on my fingers” he said and introduced one finger inside you easily. You gasped as he started pushing in and out. “How many can you take? Two?” he asked and pushed in one more finger, curling it inside you and occasionally hitting your gspot. Your pussy were soaking wet, the room was being filled with wet sounds, if you weren’t so excited you would have thought it was awkward.
“Can you take three?” he said and introduced one more finger, you started moaning louder and louder, but that wasn’t enough, all you needed was his dick.
“Please” you begged.
Fuck that was feeling so good. He was pushing you over the edge, when you were about to cum, he felt your walls clenching around his fingers and pulled away. You whimpered at the emptiness.
“Don’t worry, baby girl, I just wanna make sure to make you cum around my cock” he groaned and you moaned in response. He sat in the bed and leaned against the headboard, taping his lap.
“Straddle me” he said and you did. He grabbed your hips, lowering you slowly but you couldn’t help but low yourself faster and completely. He chuckled.
“Eager and impatient, huh?”
He let you adjust and started moving you up and down. You found his neck, sucking on his skin and managing to not leave marks. He slapped your ass cheek and pulled your hair, making you face him. He crashed his lips on yours as he thrusted into you, your skin slapping against each other. You rolled your hips, he let his head fall back in pleasure.
“You like that? You like being fucked that rough?” he groaned, his words pushing you closer and closer to your climax.
“Fuck yes” you said.
Then he wrapped his arms around you, moving to lay you down onto the bed while he was still buried deep inside you. He was now on top. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he started thrusting again. You liked to feel his weight against you.
“How does it feel, huh?” he groaned.
“It feels so fucking good” you moaned.
He was massaging your boobs with one hand as the other was playing with your clit to add some pleasure and you bit your lip to stop you from moaning.
“Don’t. Let me hear you” he groaned “I wanna make you scream my name”
“Hummm”
He placed one of your legs over his shoulder, getting deeper and deeper. You were almost screaming, you had never felt so much pleasure.
“That’s it. Take my fucking cock” he groaned. His dirty talk was driving you even wetter.
He stopped moving again and pulled himself out of you, but only long enough to lay by your side, turning you so you both were now laying sideward. Your back pressed against his chest. He lifted up one of your legs and did hold it up. He thrusted into you from behind, his thrusts were so FUCKING rough.
“Fuck, Jungkook” you screamed. The sound of your skins slapping filled the room, mixing with your groans. You felt your climax getting close again, and a few thrusts later, your walls clenched around him, what made him cum soon after you.
He did lay beside you, both of your breaths calming down.
A few minutes later, the reality snapped you. You had had sex with Jungkook. Your half crush half enemy. What was he going to do about that? What were you going to do?
You stood up, grabbed your clothes and ran to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself and got out. He was completely dressed too.
“So, that’s how you treat enemies? you fuck with them?” he asked.
Was he talking serious? Or was he just making a really stupid joke?
“You kidding me?” you asked, your voice almost disgusted.
“Don’t think i’m gonna stop bothering you, nerd.” he said and you groaned. You wanted to slap him again but you controlled yourself.
“And don’t think I started liking you after that” you said “Or even that I’ll”
He stepped closer and grabbed your face between his hands.
“How can you start liking me when you already did?” he teased “Not gonna lie. I liked that. I enjoyed as much as I thought I would” You blinked. You liked that too.
Your head was spinning. Your feelings were mingled. You didn’t know how to face that in that moment. You just wanted to leave and go home to think about had just happened.
“Bye, Jungkook” you said and walked towards the door.
You were about to leave when he grabbed your arm. You turned around to face him.
“Are you leaving like that?” he said. That was the first time you had seen him talking seriously.
You just looked into his eyes and sighed before you go downstairs and leave.  


A/N: It’s gonna have a part 2 :D

Okay! SO! Time for me to do my part and address the queerbait argument in this fandom.

First off, hi there, I’m Robin, but you can also call me Spencer (middle name) and I’m a science nerd. Not that that bit of info has anything to do with either Gotham or Nygmobblepot directly, but you’ll see why I thought to mention it.

Now. The term ‘queerbait’ is obviously a Thing the fandom likes to talk about. A lot. However one thing struck me as strange, and that’s the definitions people were using in their arguments. Some said it applies, to queer-coded relationships that never ender the realm of confirmed romance, others lean towards it being about queer-coding a character and never having them confirmed queer. You can see how this ends up getting confusing and then the next thing you know, everyone it clawing at each other’s throat because they KnowTM  their definition is the right one. So my goal here is to try and see if I can somewhat settle the argument.

Being the Science ChildTM that I am, I decided to employ science’s good friend, the scientific method!

Basically I did a shite ton of research into the subject and on average the definition I found was this:

Queerbaiting: a tactic employed in fiction where a relationship is queer coded and never addressed as a romantic relationship; a queer coded relationship that gets played off as a joke (no homo humour); a character that has been queer coded, but never confirmed queer (the ‘played as a joke’ bit counts here as well).

So now that I had a proper definition, I could go back and analyze everything Nygmobblepot! (which i did, also during the time I was making docks memes).

Definition part one: “a queer coded relationship that is never addressed in the romantic sense”

This is the part where all the arguments originate. Despite a large amout of queer coding, Nygmobblepot is not currently cannot. However, because the show isn’t over - hell, the third season isn’t even over yet - and because we’re using the scientific method, we will have to check this as unknown variable.

(Because c’mon, obviously Os isn’t gonna stay dead, that leaves us with more data to gather.)

Definition part two: “a queer coded relationship played off as a joke

Call me unobservant, but I never once noticed any ‘no homo’ jokes through out the entire Gotham series so far. In fact, loving another man wasn’t even a struggle for Oswald to accept, he just went for it. Not to mention, no one else in Gotham even makes a big deal of even the idea of queer relationships. Obviously we can check this part as a negative for queerbait.

Definition part three: “a queer-coded character, never confirmed queer and/or passed as a joke

Here, too, we have negative as queerbait. Ed was never queer coded except for certain instances with Oswald, and these were quite subtle. In fact, these are also behaviors enacted by people that feel a close, platonic connection with someone else. Oswald was the heavily queer coded character in this series. He’s also confirmed queer.

Okay, so now what? We have two definite not-queerbait results out of three. How do we settle this?

Well, I vote for another science (also political) favorite method: Majority rules. Which, mind you, is a method that exists to avoid as much discourse as possible even if politics is broken.

Therefore, my conclusion is this: Even if Nygmobblepot is never confirmed cannon, based upon majority rules within the proper definition of queerbait calculated on the average results in the data, Nygmobblepot is not queerbait.

Feel free to point out anything I may have missed, but try to be civil about it. I assure you if you can prove any of my points wrong, I will retract my statement without a fuss.

“you know, we’re gonna have to be convincing for her to actually believe us, right?”

“obviously, you dick. what makes you think i don’t know just the right things to say?”

“well, anyone can just say anything they want, even if it’s not true. hell, i went around saying straight things for so long, and you guys never believed a word of it!”

“that’s because you are the least straight person we know, asshole.”

“that’s my point. you can say what you want, but no one’s gonna believe it unless what you do matches.”

“okay… and how do you propose we do that?”

“here, come sit next to me. no - come a little closer, that’s too far. it’ll look weird to her if our legs aren’t touching.”

“yeah, good point, i guess.”

“dude, relax, you’re so stiff. do you want her to think you have something up your ass?“

“uh, no? wait - maybe! what if she thought it was a butt plug, that’d be good, right?”

“what? no! god, why would you even be thinking about butt plugs right now? here, i’ll put my arm over your shoulder, and you put your arm around my waist.”

“like this?”

“yes, exactly. give me your other hand.”

“…what are you-”

“wouldn’t it be weird if we said we’re a couple, but we didn’t hold hands?”

“oh. i guess you’re right.”

“yeah, i know i’m right. now come here.”

“what now? mac - what - mmmph-”

a beat.

“all couples kiss, dude. why do you look so surprised?”

“um. show me again.”

Diabolik lovers Lost Eden Ayato Sakamaki (heaven 1) ~translation/traducción~

*Sorry for the mistakes~

Esta traducción esta en español abajo de todo

Place: City center

Ayato: —Where do you want to go now?
Yui: Hmm… Is there somewhere you want to go?
Ayato: Nope. I’m accompanying you today
Yui: Well then…
Yui: (Let’s go to the store we usually frequent)
Yui: (Wah! The people are bumping into me…!)

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If You Were There, Beware

Originally posted by 4lcooliz4d4

Michael Gray x Reader

Request: You could write about Michael and the reader married at a young age and have a child before moving to Small Heath and finding Polly?

This is going to have multiple parts. As always, let me know what you guys think!

Y/N peered out of the kitchen window, drying her hands on a cloth. There was a well dressed man talking to a perplexed Henry. Henry looked to the ground, still listening, but Y/N didn’t like the look he had. Nor did she like the look of the fellow speaking to her husband. Henry gave a nod in the direction of the house, the other man looked at Y/N in the window. He gave her a small smile and a polite nod, yet she stayed stoic.

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emilynightshade89  asked:

Excuse me, esteemed fandom colleague but do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior Elijah Wood on this day? c:

fjskshdfkjsj listen. Listen. i hate this man 

thinks he can just??? go out in public like this??? how? why

another time??? he appeared absolutely blazed off his face at some kind of obviously Formal Event and?? got away with it? (pictured below)

he is a Tiny Man:

and has been Known to just?? throw himself all over people he’s fond of–

long story short: appaLING, tiny, ridiculous man

Some of my favourite Norwegian songs

Since I discovered Skam, I’ve been on a (pretty successful) quest to find more Norwegian artists. Here are some of my faves:

1) Highasakite
• Someone Who’ll Get It
• My Mind Is a Bad Neighborhood
• Deep Sea Diver
• Iran
• Science & Blood Tests
• God Don’t Leave Me

2) Astrid S
• Hurts So Good
• Running Out
• 2AM - Matoma Remix

3) Aurora
• Runaway
• Running With The Wolves
• Conquerer
• I Went Too Far - MK Remix

4) Gabrielle (obviously)
• 5 fine frøkner
• Vekk Meg Opp
• Mellom skyene
• Ti kviner
• MER
• De beste
• Venter

5) Emilie Nicolas
• Let You Out
• Nobody Knows
• Pstereo
• Charge
• Us

6) Hjerteslag
• Sang Til Sonja

7) Hkeem, Temur
• Fy faen

8) Silja Sol
• Ni liv

9) Arif
• FakkerMedMeg
• Sulten
• 7 - med Unge Ferrari
• Mandem

10) Karpe Diem
• Gunerius
• Lett å være rebell i kjellerleiligheten din
• Hus/hotell/slott brenner
• Jens
• Porselen
• Kardemommeloven (feat. Promoe)

And of course, the entire SKAM - NRK P3 Spotify playlist gets a special shoutout for being able to break and repair my heart simultaneously.

This is a giant fuck you to my store manager.

Everytime my store manager is working a group (2 or more) of non-white people enter our store she will tell ME (and only ME) over the walkies to drop everything that I’m doing and go over and greet them and to start cleaning near them. I can be in the stock room or in the very back corner of the store and she will ALWAYS tell me to do it even then there are other people working the floor closer to these them.

I used to go and greet like like she told me but lately I’ve just been relocating to a row or two behind/in front of them instead of actually interacting with them…. they’ve already been greeted by whoever was near them when they entered why do I have to leave w/e I’m doing in the stockroom to greet them, too ?! Is it stranger for me to do that or for me to obviously come from far away in the store, greet them, and start cleaning 2 inches from them ?? That makes three of us at least surrounding them as they shop!

The other night really crossed the line as I once again was called to greet them but instead relocated kinda near them. My manager saw that I didn’t go right into their aisle and went to greet them herself and started reshelving already cleaned merchandise right next to them until they left. Apparently when they went to the check out (to surprise PAY FOR THEIR STUFF!!!!!!!) the older girl told the girl who was at the reg that the two girls out on the floor ‘are fucking racists that were following them around’ and that she would have called a manager to deal with us (aka me and my store manager) if she wasn’t in a hurry.

I talked to my co-worker after they left and she told me that the store manager has always been like that and that you can’t really do anything because she wasn’t explicitly 'racist’ because greeting people IS part of our job description like when the managers tell me when I try to question why /I/ need to greet this people (the next time we let a customer into our stockroom i’d be glad to greet them, i really will….)

Does anyone have any suggestions what I can do when I’m put into a situation like this? I’m can’t loose my job because it pays for my car/food/house payday by payday but I’m also mortified every time this happens and I’ve gotten in trouble for not “interacting well enough” with our customers. I’m actively looking for a new job but I can’t quit/yell back until something else is secured.

layersoflies  asked:

Ok so here's a random question for you - I'm rewatching season 9, and I get to the end of "The Purge". Now I'm a Dean!girl and I love him, but I'm still so mad at him about the whole fallout from Gadreel. I don't feel like he ever really understood where Sam was coming from. Why do you think he just never got it? I know you're a Sam!girl and I love your meta/analysis so I was just wondering if you had any thoughts :-)

Oh gosh, this issue has in the past proven to be a bit of a minefield so let me try and pick my way across it with some caution. I’ll put it under a cut so those members of fandom who get war flashbacks at the very mention of S9 can scroll on by, haha. 

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My Boys Drabbles - Football

This story is from the series My Boys Drabbles but it can also be read as a independent one shot.

Thank you @jia911 for proofreading :)

  • The Prompt:

@bluebelle18 wanted a story where Owen and Amelia were having sex and one of them got injured.

  • Timeline:

This one sets a few months after the end of Beneath the Surface. It also has some references going back to Halloween

 

My Boys Drabbles Football

 Owen was busy searching for chips and other snacks inside the pantry when he heard the voices of his wife and her sister distractedly talking as they walked into the kitchen.

“I can’t believe we’re having a home game and I’m in the other team’s city.”

Amelia looked up at the sound of her sister’s words and chuckled in response. Liz had flown to San Francisco for a public health conference and before heading back home in New York, she had decided to go spend the weekend in Seattle to visit. Amelia was very excited about her sister’s presence. It had been roughly eight months since they’d last seen each other when the neurosurgeon had gone with her husband and kids to the east coast for Nancy’s wedding. Liz had said she would come visit and Amelia was glad she had kept her word.

“I hope the game doesn’t drag,” Amelia turned around to get plastic cups and rolled her eyes. It was nearly the end of football season and as usual, she had to endure Sunday afternoons of her husband and kids being hyped about it. “I’ve seen one last nearly four hours once.”

“Well, at least I’m not alone in this,” Liz tried to see the silver lining. Her childhood team, the New York Giants, was playing against the Seattle Seahawks on a playoff game and she knew her brother in law and kids were big fans of the Seattle based team. “I’ll have Zola, Bailey, Ellis and you to cheer beside me.”

Amelia frowned in response and met her sister’s eyes. Growing up in New York, their brother had been a die-hard Giants fan, just as every other Shepherd. His kids had inherited his passion and shared his team of preference. Liz had also grown up being a fan of the sport. But Amelia had never particularly cared for it or even stopped to watch more than five seconds of football before she’d married Owen.

“I don’t root for the Giants.” She clarified, seeing the expression of shock on her sister’s face.

“You what?” Liz asked with total disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about, you’re a Shepherd, of course you’re a Giants fan.”

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You had practically grown up with the younger sons of Ragnar Lothbrok. After Ragnar had left when his sons were still pretty young, your father Floki had stepped in and taught them to hunt and fight. So you had spent a lot of time with the boys when Floki took the five of you into the forest or told you stories about the gods. Sometimes even Björn would join you but he also had his own family to care for now. You had become good friends with all of them, but since Ivar and you had always been a little bit cast out – him for not being able to walk and you for being a girl and the youngest of all - you two had gotten extra close. You knew he could act like a brat but he never had towards you.

One day the brothers had planned to go hunting on foot. Ivar obviously couldn’t go, so you decided to stay behind with him. Out of boredom you went to a little beach hidden in the woods not too far from your house.

“Would you teach me to swim?”, Ivar asked as you reached the water.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you think you can do that?”

“Of course I can.”, he said, sounding a bit offended.

“Well then, why not.”

You spent the next few hours in the water. It was not easy for Ivar but he refused to give up and in the end at least managed to keep his head out of the water by only using his arms.

“I think that’s enough for one day”, you finally said. “Or we will fall asleep in the water and drown.”

You got out of the water and dropped against the small bank between the beach and the woods to let the sun dry your bodies and remaining clothes.

You had fallen asleep and when you woke up the sun was already low.

“We better head home”, you said and stood up but before you could go to pick up the rest of your clothes Ivar grabbed you by the wrist. You looked at him in question but he didn’t say a word; he just pulled you back down and towards him. You came to sit in his lap facing him. He still didn’t say anything and just looked into your eyes. You felt a shiver going down your spine. Slowly, he raised one hand and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. As his hand came to rest on the side of your neck you could feel he was shivering too. Softly he pulled you closer. As your lips touched his other hand went to the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. It felt good, it felt somehow right.

When he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead to yours and kept holding you close. You had your eyes closed and almost startled when he finally spoke.

“I will go to England with my father. We’re leaving tomorrow at first light.”

You smiled. “I will come with you.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Why? A raid to England. Ivar, that’s what we’ve been dreaming for all of our lives. Both of us.”

He sighted and you could see that he was very uncomfortable. “My mother had a vision”, his voice was almost a whisper. “There will be a storm, all of the boats will be destroyed. That’s why you cannot come.”

You looked at him in shock. “Then why are you going? Ivar, I love you. I think I have for quite a while, I just couldn’t admit it to myself.”

He smiled a sad smile. “I love you, too.” He looked down. “But I have to go. You know why.”

You nodded and fought against the tears that were swelling in your eyes.

“Did your mother see you drown?”, you asked in a shaky voice.

“Maybe I won’t, now that you taught me to swim.” He tried to smile but wasn’t convincing at all.

“I just found that I’m in love with you and now I might lose you.” A tear escaped your eye and rolled down your cheek. Ivar rubbed it away with his thumb and looked you straight into the eyes.

“Listen Y/N, we will be together. Either when I come back or someday in Walhalla. But we will be together. I promise you.”



I really hope you enjoyed. This is the first imagine I ever wrote and I’m not a native english speaker, so don’t be too harsh on me.

anonymous asked:

The Beauty and the Beast thing! When I saw the gay Disney character headlines my brain immediately went to married clock and candlesticks - I'm so glad I'm not the only one, thank you for the reassurance ;)

Just, like. Come on, Disney. You’re not better than this but you SHOULD be.

And, you know, I feel like I know exactly what happened when this was getting written? Disney went “we’re trying to be modern and inclusive, we should have someone gay!” and someone sensible went “the clock and the candlestick are obviously married! Sure, the candlestick made out with a featherduster in the original movie but that’s easily changed! Or hell, maybe the featherduster could be a man in this one” and whatever executive was in there looked at the sensible person in horror and went “but that means we would have TWO gay characters in this movie and that is TOO FAR!!!!!!! Also, featherdusters are obviously maids and only women, keep up here Stanley.”

And the sensible person, whose name is probably not Stanley, said “So, um, who were you thinking?”

And the Disney executive pondered for a minute and went “Well, obviously Belle and the Beast are out. Mrs. Potts had a kid and bisexuality is definitely not a thing so she’s out. Chip is a child and people only magically become gay at the age of 13 in a Dark Ritual involving Zac Efron posters and never have adorable childhood crushes on charming garden trowels [I even would have taken that, Disney] to reassure young ones that their feelings are completely normal. Maybe the wardrobe? Nahhh … I’ve got it, Raymond!”

“Maybe Belle was raised by two dads?” said the sensible person (whose name is probably also not Raymond) hopefully.

A blank look. “No no no … /the henchman/.”

“But the kids need to know gay people aren’t evil–”

“And he’s CONFLICTED!”

“And that their love can be happy and requited–”

“He is called Lefou, which means The Fool, and he is a FOOL FOR LOVE, JANET.”

And then the sensible person (whose name very likely isn’t Janet either) started crying and was ushered out of the room.

Azure Blue

Words: 8711

Genre: Fluff, So much damn cuteness (you could die), Adventure, Fairy!Au

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Notes: Gif. This was supposes to be a lot shorter and somehow it became 8k…Whelp, here’s my early birthday present to Chim~                     

Fluttering your wings, the wind blows against your face, slipping through the strands of your hair and tinting your cheeks pink. For one slight moment, you forget about your sickness until a certain someone screams your name.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Your heart accelerates and you try to fly away faster and faster.

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anonymous asked:

wow I literally went through all the same phases as you: think you're bi, then ace, then bi again, then definitely gay

yeah as far as i can tell its not an uncommon thing for lesbians to think they are ace and/or bi before realizing the are lesbians because of internalized homophobia and compulsory heterosexuality. obviously that doesnt mean ace or bi are “transition” sexualities or anything or that all ace people or bi people are secretly lesbians (there are people who go the other way too and identified as lesbian but have since realized they are bi or ace), but i wouldnt say its an uncommon path for lesbians to identify as either of those before coming to terms with being a lesbian

Winchester Brothers x Sister! Reader | Taken

Originally posted by spn-spam

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

Reader: 6

You coloured with Cas, Enjoying your time together. Your brothers were a hunt a few hours away, So they asked Cas to babysit you until they came back. They trusted the angel enough to babysit you. You bit the candy you had in your hand, Colouring a few balloons.

“(Y/N) I’m going to throw away these wrappers okay?” He looked at the trash bin a few feet away. 

“Okay! I’ll be right here!” You kept colouring, Unaware of the people staring at you.

Cas stood up and walked away, Throwing the candy wrappers into the trash. He turns around, And doesn’t see you. He starts to panic, And looks around for your small form.

“(Y/n)??!” He yells your name, Hoping for you to be playing games. But when he doesn’t hear you or respond back, He immediately feels something in the pit of his stomach.

He needs to tell your brothers now.. And when they know, There will be hell to pay.


You held the woman’s hand, Getting into the car with her. Your brothers always told you not to leave with strangers, But she said she was a friend of them and that she’ll take you to them. You played with your Ariel doll, Making little scenarios in your head. She put the seat belt on and started driving.


“What do you mean she’s gone?!” Sam shouted into the phone, Looking at Dean who was gripping the steering wheel.

“I went to throw out the trash, Since loitering is wrong and it hurts the environment and-”

“Stay focused Cas! Did you search for her?!” Dean shouts, Unable to suppress his anger.

“Yes I did. I searched all over. She’s gone.” 

“How can you lose a 6 year old Cas?!” Sam lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Damn it!!” Dean slams the steering wheel multiple times, Obviously furious. “I knew we shouldn’t have left her alone!! I knew it!! I knew it!!”

“Dean! Calm down! She can’t be far! Cas, Check the shops around the area, Maybe she went into one of them.”

“Yes. You’re correct. I’ll call you both in a while”

Sam hangs up, Sighing. He hadn’t noticed that Dean was almost going 100, and he looks at his brother.

“We’ll find her Dean. Don’t worry” 

“Cas better find her. Or I’ll have to kill him too.”


“So.. If I drink out of the same cup as you did.. I’ll get powers?!” 

“Yes. We sirens can give you special powers! Now.. drink it” She urged you, But you felt something in your gut that said you shouldn’t.

“How is this going to date me to my brothers? I want my brothers” Your eyes began to tear up, and hug your doll tightly.

“Your brothers aren’t here. You seriously thought I would take to your brothers? I thought Winchesters were supposed to be smart. You disappoint me. She took your doll and threw it behind her.”

“Ariel! Don’t throw her!” You wail, Unable to stop crying.

“Oh shut it” She pushes you back into the car, Locking the door before getting in herself.

“We’re going to take another little field trip okay? And then we’ll see if your brothers come. I mean, Of course they will, Since their precious little sister is lost.” 

“I want Dean and Sam” You wipe your tears.

“Oh you’ll get them alright. I mean, They can’t live without their little sister.. And if they notice you’re never going back.. It’ll break them..” She says this with slight amusement.