and their expressions get more hilarious the longer you look at them

Davai! (Or why Otayuri actually wins the world)

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I’ve been thinking a lot about this comment of Kubo-sensei’s. It’s just the most adorable thing I have read in a while. I am not the biggest Otayuri fan, but only mostly because they’re seriously too young for me at this point. I do like their tandem, however, and I am enjoying the attention they are getting recently with the official photos and everything.

This comment, though, just paints such a cute picture for me: Otabek as a god of victory, like a mystical butterfly who ignores and flits past everyone else but chooses to rest on one particular mortal’s shoulder and bless him with strength and victory.

Listen, this is what is great about what Kubo-sensei said. Yuuri Katsuki has the gold rings that connect him to Viktor as his lucky charm - we know this. BUT! Yuri Plisetsky’s lucky charm, on the other hand, is Otabek Altin.

Yuri’s a great character. He is an angry teenager, but also a talented one who has big dreams and the actual skills to achieve those dreams. From the very beginning, we know this. It was even a point he has above Yuuri Katsuki.

He aims to win and does not see what others might consider obstacles. So what if it will be his first Grand Prix? He’s awesome. He won the juniors series. He can win as a senior, too.

Yuri, however, is also very immature. He is pretty poor at expressing himself and seems to shortcut through having to process most personal encounters and interactions by just being angry all the time. Affection for others embarrasses him, which is why he gets so high-strung around Viktor and Yuuri.

(I can’t really blame the kid, though. Those two just have no chill. They’re embarrassing.)

Interestingly though, Yuri seemed to calm down after Otabek came in the picture. It’s a complete 180. Yuri still had that passion, but somehow it became more tempered, less angry and more focused - so much so that the moment Otabek came in, Yuri broke a world record and then proceeded to win his first Grand Prix Final.

I am not saying that it is Otabek’s doing, like an actual god of victory. That would be ridiculous, and it’s more an expression than anything else. The timing is just pretty neat, and isn’t that how people develop lucky charms in the first place? You happen to have them right at the moment of a great win. It is also not as if Otabek was completely useless. He did provide a friend to Yuri, who thus far had been going on without someone he can actually call a friend. Everyone around him were either older than him, a competitor, a mentor or a teacher. I think Otabek calmed Yuri down by reminding him that he can just be himself… well, a cool version of himself anyway. Yuri actually sort of acted his age with Otabek around. For instance, this?

I thought Yuri was kind of cool-guy-posing here - you know, acting chill, even looks kind of smug. Lol, this reminded me so much of my younger brother when he was about Yuri’s age. He was such a useless brat at home and was pissed off at everything and nothing 99% of the time, but the moment his friends came over or one of them called him on the phone, he sort of became this cool version of himself - wittier, sharper, less fidgety. Lmao, his voice even became deeper. Smh at these boys…

What I also love about Otabek’s character is that he reminds us of Yuri’s name. Names are a big deal, okay, and I thought that Yuri being Yurio was kind of like him being a secondary character to Yuuri Katsuki - Yuuri #2, if you will. Ever since episode 2, Yuri is Yurio, and for every episode hence, he is Yurio. It was actually a bit of a shock to me when Otabek yelled this out in episode 11:

I was literally, “Oh yeah, that’s Yurio’s name.” I know Yakov and Lilia call Yurio by his name, but somehow it was when Otabek was calling him by this did Yurio become Yuri to me again. My theory is that it is Otabek’s manner, this I-know-you-call-him-Yurio-and-I-don’t-care-because-his-name-is-Yuri attitude he has going, that is somehow more convincing than anyone else. It is as if no one else matters in his world than Yuri Plisetsky. It is ridiculous to call him by anything other than his name because to Otabek, Yuri is Yuri #1. He probably calls Yuuri “the other Yuri”, “the Japanese Yuri” or just plain “Katsuki”.

So yeah, Otabek enters Yuri’s life and now Yuri has that source of affirmation that is outside family, who is a peer and even a close contemporary. He is no longer fighting alone. Yuri’s a strong guy, but he is still a kid, and at that age people can be quite vulnerable. No 15-year-old is so self-sufficient and self-confident that they can stand on their own at all times - at least not to my knowledge. That is why I love this friendship and why I love that Otabek came along. I think his coming triggered something that Yuri has long been building throughout the series but has yet to stabilize - his strength, his growth, his maturity as a skater as well as a person.

And actually, Yuri did win in the end. I think the series did not celebrate Yuri’s win enough and admittedly, even I was on such a high during those last weeks of the show that I could not be happy for him all that much. Episode 11? I couldn’t get over Yuri’s world record; I did not want to see Viktor dethroned. By episode 12, I still couldn’t look Yuri in the face. I was bitter about his world record and I was bitter about Yuuri Katsuki not winning the Grand Prix.

BUT, it’s time to face it: Yuri Plisetsky is amazing. He won the GPF on his senior debut. He beat a world record. His coach is obviously grooming him to be the next Viktor Nikiforov, and actually, the series has been hinting at it before hitting us on the face with it in episode 11 - Yuuri Katsuki is not the next Viktor Nikiforov, but Yuri Plisetsky is. What is more amazing is that he might even surpass Viktor, especially with Yuuri Katsuki as his main rival. Viktor never really had that one rival to push him up further than he thinks he can. We are told that his wins had wide margins from his other competitors. Viktor only had himself to beat each and every time. Yuri, on the other hand, won by a hair’s width and he knows it. He is even more driven now. He will push himself harder than Viktor ever had pushed himself, and that just might tip the scale a little bit more to future Yuri’s favor.

As for Otabek? Nah, he actually does not need to do anything. He is a lucky charm; he just needs to exist. With him around, Yuri is stable, and that’s all that this talented monster skater needs really.

Lol, look at this guy just watching his favorite so proudly:

“I’m not really needed here, but fuck if I’m not staying put to watch and join the cheering.”

Otayuri actually has a lot more going for them, future-wise. They are young, they are talented, and where Viktor and Yuuri are still struggling and see-sawing between victories and losses, Otayuri actually kept a steady climb. We already know and mentioned Yuri’s wins, but Otabek was also actually that steady character from the very beginning who skated well without question and was even the first to qualify for the GPF.

So, yes. In case you are asking, Otayuri is, in fact, the real power couple of the show.

Lmao, TL;DR - Otayuri just trumped Viktuuri and ultimately even stole their gold. The secondary OTP lowkey just beat the main OTP and I, albeit a hardcore Viktuuri shipper and just an Otayuri bystander at best, still find that really hilarious.

Reaction to Your EX Telling Them to Break Up With You. . .

Anonymous said: BTS and EXO reaction to your ex telling him to break up with you? Thanks. I love your blog

Reaction to Your EX Telling Them to Break Up With You…

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A/N aww thanks so much <3 ’m guessing it’s like they ran into your ex without you and this is when your ex tells them to break up with you. hope that’s how you visioned it Anonie! if not please tell me and i’ll fix it.

Kai Eonni~


The moment the threat “Break up with her before I steal her form you.” left your ex’s mouth, Namjoon was staring at your ex with a blank expression. Trying to figure out the thought process of your ex. Namjoon has enough logic and faith in you to know that that wasn’t going to happen. Therefore, this threat was taken lightly. He would tell your ex to fuck off, and that would be the extent of the conversation. Namjoon is intimidating enough that your ex would immediately see he has no upper hand in this interaction. Namjoon would bring it up to you later, just to see your reaction and feelings towards your ex. But overall this wouldn’t be something he’s worried about, he would be more pissed off in the moment rather than keep a grudge for weeks wanting to move on and forget about your ex before anything else can turn up and cause an even bigger mess.

Originally posted by ksjknj


Jin would try to keep this civil. He didn’t want to cause any drama or bring your ex back into your life, knowing it would be best for him to stay in the past for both your mental and emotional health. He would most likely make it known to your ex that h he had heard him. Jin would keep it to himself that he would disregard this demand, not having any intentions of letting you go, just so that he wouldn’t escalate things unnecessarily. He would tell you what happened just so he doesn’t keep things from you, not expecting you to do anything or looking for reactions from you. He would then find it hilarious and laugh about it with you.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


His response would be sarcastic. Your ex would say, “I need you to break up with Y/N so I can get back with my lady. We were only taking a break.” and Yoongi would make a point to roll his eyes, then respond with a, “Ohh yeah, I’ll be sure to do that.” He’d say, every word literally dripping with sarcasm. He would then make it known that the conversation is over and would walk to catch up with the rest of BTS. Later he would speak up to you and tell you about his run-in with your ex. He would make a remark about how dumb your ex is. After all, your ex had the audacity to think Yoongi was going to take orders from him.

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie


He would be shocked that your ex actually told him to break up with you. How rude can someone get? J-Hope would awkwardly remind your ex that he was the one who dumped you. He would also go on about how much you mean to him and how he can’t allow for him to lose you just yet. He would hope that your ex’s moral would win and he would leave you two alone. Later he would bring up the encounter with you, utterly confused about what happened and would just need to talk with you about it to help him better process what the hell just happened. He would end up laughing it off with you after you assure him that it’s not a big deal, your ex is just a genuinely petty person.

Originally posted by hohbi


Jimin would be a mix of defensive for both you and his pride and surprised, like J-Hope, that someone could be this rude. He would be smiling as he told your ex to let you go, but on the inside, he would be burning with rage that your ex actually thought he could tell him to break up with you. Later, he would bring it up to you, worried that you and your ex have been talking. He would need you to assure him that there is nothing between you and ex and you haven’t even talked to your ex since you started dating Jimin. He would be really uneasy about this and would act a little paranoid with you and clingy.

Originally posted by stayfordrama


He would go about dealing with your ex in a fairly serious attitude. He would listen to what your ex has to say, and although he’s giving your ex the time to say what he has to say, the answer is still going to be ‘no.’. He would make a point that you mean to much to him and would say something like, “I can see where you’re coming from. If I lost Y/N, I would fight for her too, but you should also be able to see where I’m coming from with not wanting to give her up. Yeah? Next time you find a girl, keep her, okay? Good luck!” Then he’s off, and, for a reason your ex can’t comprehend, your ex doesn’t hold any anger or annoyance towards Tae. Later you Tae would visit you at your apartment and would tell you the events of his day, including the run-in with your ex. He would then go on and on about how much you mean to him, because this encounter just highlighted how much you mean to him. And he would spend the rest of the night cuddling and holding you tight.

Originally posted by bwink


He would be offended by this, but would try his damn hardest to be civil. However the longer this conversation went on, the more annoyed and overall pissed he got with your ex. He would find a way to get out of this conversation the fastest, and ultimately it would be him saying, “You had your chance with Y/N, and now I’m with her, so no. You can’t have her back. Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I have to go.” Later he would complain to you about your ex, asking why you needed to date such an annoyance. He would need you to cuddle him and calm him down. He was flustered because the thought of losing you to another man upset him beyond reasons that he could comprehend. He would then become a lot more protective of you.

Originally posted by nnochu


Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jackson

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,155

Summary:  You’re a medical intern, always a perfectionist and used to being the best at everything you do. Jackson Wang is the male nurse beloved by everyone and constantly on your nerves. When you two are brought together, it could be the best or the worst thing that’s ever happened.

Originally posted by got7official

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High Tensions - Twelve

Are you guys all as frustrated as Spencer and Y/N are?

What the hell was that smell?

Wait…what the hell was that beeping noise?


Smoke detector. 

You leapt out of bed and grabbed your dressing gown from the back of the door, running into the kitchen. 

“I’ve got it….. I’VE GOT IT!”

A load sizzling noise came from the kitchen area and you followed the noise and the smell to find Spencer stood over your sink, wafting smoke out of the window.  

The basin was full of water, a frying pan handle sticking out and your counters were covered in an array of jugs, utensils and flour and eggs. 

“What are you doing?” The place was a mess and you were annoyed. No doubt you’d have to clean it up. 

“Erm…. I was trying to make you pancakes.” You could tell he’d caught the annoyance in your voice and you remembered how much of a bitch you could be when you were rudely awoken. 

“Pancakes?” All of the annoyance melted from you and you crossed the room to stand next to him. 

“Well yeah. I thought I could bring you breakfast in bed. But it’s not going too well.”

He looked so adorable stood there, the sleeves of his cardigan rolled up, hair still mussed up from sleeping and a patch of flour on his cheek. 

You leant forward, linking your arms around his neck and tiptoing up, giving him a peck on the cheek. He caught you, circling your waist with his own long arms and pulling you close. 

“You didn’t have to make me breakfast Spencer,” you breathed into his hair, his embrace on you tight. 

“Well it’s kinda a good job you’ve said that, cos I literally have nothing to offer you food wise. I have an IQ of 187, you’d think I’d be able to prepare pancakes.”

“Well it’s a good job you’re better at other things then isn’t it?” You really didn’t want to let go. He was so warm and cuddly. 

“Such as?”

“I think you know what Spencer.” It amazed you how quickly you could both slip from being sweet and innocent with each other to heading quickly to the gutter. You pulled away from his embrace. 

“Technically that wasn’t me.”

“Oh hush. You were the one guiding it and moving it and oh…. I’m gonna stop thinking about it now. Also, what are we doing with that thing anyway. Do I get to keep it?”

“Yep…. I figured that it might get used again once we actually do it.”

“And when will that be Spencer?”

He considering your question for a moment. 

 "Soon. I don’t think I can last much longer.“

“You know what we need to do. We need to find out who has what dates in the little pool Derek is running and then just both admit defeat on the date that no one has.”

“I can definitely work with that Y/N.”

“Awesome. I’ll bribe Penny later with tidbits of last night and get her to show me.”

“Last night?” His eye brows shot up. 

“Okay, maybe not last night. Maybe I’ll just show her the photo I sent you.” Yeah it probably wasn’t a good idea to tell Pen that he’d had you coming so hard you’d been certain you’d need a new mattress. 

“And here I hoped they were my eyes only,” he joked. 

“Haha, I’ll let you take some for your own personal enjoyment one day. Now let’s clean up and we can go out for breakfast.”

You both tidied the mess quickly before you headed off to your bedroom to grab a towel for a shower. You spotted the bullet on the floor where it must have rolled during the night and picked it up, grabbing your wet wipes and giving it a quick clean. 

Spencer tapped on your door. “Can I come in, my bag’s still in here.”


He entered, stopping dead when he saw what you had in your hands. 

Giggling to yourself you mused, “It’s about time Ryan got a friend.”

Everyone on the team knew you’d named your rabbit. It had come out one drunken night and they’d thought it hilarious. 

You moved to your bedside cabinet, placing it inside the drawer. 

“I’m thinking I’ll name this one Pretty Boy.”

You wished you’d taken a photo of the expression on Reid’s face. Pure gold. 

Spencer couldn’t believe how well the night before had gone. He wasn’t sure she’d even agree to it to begin with, but when she’d taken his hand and led him to the bedroom he’d suddenly felt less sure of himself and incredibly nervous. 

He did his best not to show it, although when she’d stripped and allowed him to secure her wrists to her headboard he was sure he was going to lose it. Just the sight of her laid out before him. She was stunning, curves in all the right places and the photo she’d sent him earlier in the day, as hot as she’d looked in that; in reality she looked a hundred times better. 

The way she’d finished him off as well.

Fucking hell. Just…… Ugh. He couldn’t bear thinking about it. Something he’d never even considered before. He knew that sex toys weren’t just for female satisfaction but he’d never in a million years thought he’d have one used on him. But it had worked. And no rules had been broken. Technically they’d not had sex, not touched themselves or touched the other. He congratulated himself on the idea and wondered why he’d not thought of it before. 

Deep-down he knew the answer though. Now he’d seen how majestical she looked when came, he knew he was going to lose. Although what she’d suggested this morning about them both surrendering on the date no one had in the pool would also work. They just needed to get Penelope to tell them. And that could prove a problem. He’d leave that task to Y/N. 

They never made it to breakfast. Y/N’s cell had started ringing the second they’d set foot out of her apartment door; Hotch. They had a case. 

“But it’s a Sunday,” Spencer had whined. 

“I’ll put out a public service announcement shall I, asking unsubs to only act during the week?” Y/N had replied. 

The case took them out of play until late Friday night and as per their agreement, they suspended the game remaining completely professional around each other. 

The team were flying home late, having wanted to get home early rather spend another night in the hotel. Tomorrow night was the annual FBI summer ball, and last year the team had missed it due to being out in the field. In his seven years in the BAU Spencer had only managed to attend once, and this would be Y/N’s first. 

The team had booked rooms at the hotel the event was staged at, the FBI having an agreement with the venue that the rooms could be cancelled at short notice if any member of the Bureau couldn’t attend due to a case. Considering pretty much the whole of hotel was booked out for them, it wasn’t a problem. 

Spencer normally hated huge events like this, but he was actually looking forward to being able to attend this one, looking forward to seeing Y/N dressed up. 

She came and flopped down next to him on the jet. 

“Hey, so I’ve talked to Penny,” she was whispering to avoid the rest of the team hearing. JJ and Emily were both asleep but Hotch,  Derek and Rossi were all engrossed in files. 

“Okay. Did she give you the date?“ 

“Yes but it’s not good. Pretty much the whole of the building knows about this bet thanks to Derek and his mouth. Everyday for the next four months has a name by it. Although you’ll be pleased to know that people seem to be having more confidence in your ability to break me.”

“Four months. Four fucking months. Seriously?” He couldn’t wait that long. He was going to have to surrender. 

“Yup. Well….. One night had been free. Last Saturday." 

He placed his head in his hands in frustration. It would have been wouldn’t it?

"What do you wanna do?” she asked. 

He thought long and hard about his answer, before leaning his head close to her ear. 

“Truthfully? You, like so fucking badly.”

He detected a slight movement in her face as she processed what he’d said. 

Her voice was so quiet when she turned to him. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Because I am not opposed to joining the mile high club.”

He chuckled, “Yes and no. Give me this weekend. I still think I can get you to beg for me and to be honest, I really don’t want to lose but I can’t wait much longer Y/N.”

Glancing around quickly to make sure no one was looking he quickly licked a line up her neck, before murmuring into her ear.

“If you’ve not begged for me to fuck you by Sunday night, then you win. I’ll admit defeat and declare you Queen Tease”

She turned to him, staring him in the eyes.

“And then? What happens after I’m declared winner on Sunday night?" 

"Then I’ll take you home and make you come over and over again until you beg for me to stop. I will have you begging me, one way or another. ”

“So it’s a win win for me then? Queen Tease and a night full of coming onto your mouth?” Her forehead was touching his now, her breath warm on his face. 


“Good. Don’t worry Spence. You might be the loser here, but I’ll make sure you get a pretty good consolidation prize." 

"Y/N, finally tasting you will be all the consolidation prize I need.” He honestly couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth when he was around her. She bought out the very best and yet the very worst in him.

Her breath hitched and she leaned in closer, their lips almost touching when a shadow fell over them and they heard a loud cough. 

“No kissing on the jet please.”


Spencer pulled away from Y/N quickly seeing the stern look on his bosses face. 

“Oh and Dr Reid, Agent Y/L/N. Before you even think about it, the mile high club is not all its cracked up to be. Trust me on this.”

Spencer turned took at Y/N, both of them understanding what he was implying and bursting into laughter. 

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46, 93, 98 Yoongi pleaseeeeeee

I Will Follow You Into The Dark (Yoongi x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “If they find out, I’ll kill you then myself.” + “You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!” + "Where are your pants?”

Summary: Every time you go to work, you look out the window and see your classmate, Yoongi, jumping a fence and disappearing into the darkness. One day, you decide to follow him. To put it simply: shit hits the fan.

Word count: 1.3k words

Originally posted by rapnamu

You leaned over the counter, the used bookstore almost completely empty. The clock near the cash was a few minutes behind, but it was nearly seven o’clock. You knew that soon, if you looked to your left, you would see your mysterious classmate, Yoongi, leap over the fences across the street.

Every time you went to work, which was three times a week, you would see Yoongi appear and disappear into a shroud of darkness in nearly seconds.

At school, Yoongi had a bit of a dangerous reputation. No one actually knew if the rumours were true, but Yoongi’s standoffish behaviour and dark appearance didn’t help to dispel them. During your uneventful shifts, you often imagined what Yoongi could be doing.

You wondered if you were overthinking things, and this was just a shortcut for Yoongi to get home. But sometimes your mind wandered, and guiltily, you questioned if Yoongi was up to something dangerous. Drug deals? Vandalism? Gang stuff?

“Hey, Y/N,” your supervisor called, snapping you out of your reverie. “Suzy wants to go home early, so can you take your break now?”

“Yeah, sure,” you responded immediately, not really caring. You stepped out from behind the cash register to make way for your co-worker and made your way to the employee room in the back of the store.

Once you were in the small room, you reached for your locker and retrieved your hoodie. Throwing it over your uniform shirt, you quickly made up your mind. You were going to follow Yoongi to figure out what was really going on.

Quickly, you made your way out of the story. Taking the back exit, you found yourself in an alleyway shared with a few other nearby stores. The sun was beginning to set already, casting dark shadows in between the buildings.

As you approached the main street, you stuck close to the wall in case Yoongi was near. Just as you reached the front of your building, you caught a glimpse of a small-framed boy with bleach blond hair swinging his body over the tall, chain link fence across the street. He landed gently on his feet and continued quickly, soon becoming lost in the darkness in front of you.

Gulping, you stood rooted in place for a few moments while you considered if following Yoongi was really a good idea. But eventually, your curiosity got the better of you, and you ran across the street to where Yoongi had slipped away.

The closer you got to the fence, the more daunting it looked. It was higher than you anticipated, and you wondered if you’d be able to climb it at all.

Inhaling deeply, you grabbed onto some chain links and jammed your right foot into another. With a mighty heave, you managed to lift yourself up. Foot by foot, you slowly ascended the fence, the metal links clanging loudly against the poles supporting it as you moved. Yoongi made scaling the fence look much easier than it actually was.

Eventually, when you reached the top of the fence, you were coated in a sheen sweat. Straddling the top, you glanced down at the ground, which seemed miles away. Unsure of how to disembark, you recalled Yoongi’s effortless jump over the fence.

The drop was far enough to look like it hurt, but not enough to break any bones.

Awkwardly, you repositioned your body so that your legs were dangling over the edge. With a muffled scream, you let yourself fall. Something snagged your right leg, and you heard a loud rip as you tumbled to the ground.

You landed unsteadily on your feet, quickly losing your balance and falling to the pavement. Groaning in pain, you pulled yourself back up.

A cool breeze tickled at your thigh.

Looking down, you realized that your jeans had been torn from the knee through the waistband, the denim dangling uselessly around your leg. Cursing underneath your breath, you grabbed the torn ends and pulled them together to salvage your decency.

Lifting your gaze, you realized you were standing in a dark alleyway leading in many other directions. You had no way of knowing what was waiting in the obscurity, but you had come this far, so you weren’t going to turn back. Plus, you weren’t ready to tackle that fence again.

Quietly, you began walking, the sound of your footsteps loud in the silence around you.

As you progressed, you could hear something faintly in the distance. Increasing your pace, you followed the sound. Eventually, it became louder, and the high pitched noise resembled something of the cries of an animal.

Concerned, you broke into a light jog and followed the source, which led to a narrower alleyway. The meows of what sounded like kittens was nearly deafening now, but the sight that greeted you was even more surprising.

Yoongi sat in the middle of the alley, his bodies covered in kittens, and a bowl of milk beside him. He gazed down at the small animals around him, smiling softly as the stray kittens nuzzled against him.

You couldn’t help it–you burst out laughing.

Yoongi’s head whipped up, his mouth growing slack as he saw you.

“Y/N, w-what the fuck are you doing here?” he spluttered, plucking the kittens off of him. Yoongi jumped to his feet and approached you, but he no longer seemed intimidating. You wiped away tears from your eyes. “Did you follow me? The fuck?”

“I can’t believe this,” you cried, falling into another fit of laughter. “This is so weird. I thought you’d be doing drugs or something, not nursing kittens. Man, everyone at school is so wrong. You’re a huge softie, this is hilarious!”

“If they find out, I’ll kill you then myself,” Yoongi growled, staring down at you with a menacing expression. He was still coming closer, and you backed up instinctively.

“Shit, Yoongi, I’m just joking!” you gasped. “You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!”

A soft meow interrupted you, and you looked down at your feet. One of the kittens had approached you curiously and was sitting beside your shoe, looking up at you. Your heart melted at the pink-nosed kitten, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Where are your pants?” Yoongi asked, his voice tight. When you looked down again, you noticed that your ripped pants had slipped down, and your pants were circling around your ankles.

“Oh my god!” you screamed, reaching for your pants. The kitten scampered away, startled by your shouting. “Look away! Close your eyes!”

Even in the dim lighting, you could see Yoongi’s cheeks turn red. It was futile, but you held your ripped jeans up, trying to keep the torn fabric together to hide your underwear. Faintly, you could hear Yoongi snickering.

“Shut up,” you snapped, your cheeks heating up. “We’re even now. Everything that happened here stays here. Deal?”

“Deal,” Yoongi agreed. “Can I open my eyes now?”

“Whatever,” you sighed. Kneeling down, you reached your hand toward the kittens that were slowly crowding you and Yoongi. “These kittens are so small. How long have you been taking care of them?”

A few weeks later, Yoongi approached you at school and quietly disclosed that the kittens were old enough to adopt. He offered you one, and you accepted eagerly. Later, he explained that he couldn’t keep any of them because his parents were allergic.

The other kids at school were shocked to see you and Yoongi talking, but you paid them no mind. You became much closer as time went on, bonding over your shared parenthood over Yoongi’s favourite kitten.

And if Yoongi used the cat as an excuse to start talking to you, well, no one needed to know.

- Girl in Luv

The fence thing sort of happened to me before. I jumped off a truck and my pants got stuck on something and ripped ALL THE WAY DOWN. I also grabbed onto a broken chain link once and gashed my palm open. Moral of the story: don’t jump fences or other things. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! This request was so much fun and I’m sorry I wasn’t creative enough to think of a weirder scenario :( As always, thanks for reading!

Families, eh?

Originally posted by insubordinatesaint

Request: Can you do a os of Chibs/oc that’s a single mom of 2 teenage boys who need a dad around??? 😚

For: @mamareadstoomuch <3
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Chibs x Reader

Gemma slid the pack of cigarettes over the bar to you, you thanked her, took one and lit it. It was odd seeing Gemma, head Old Lady, behind the bar but she got you each a beer and then you came around to and sat on the bar stool beside you.
“So, what have the little darlings done this time?” She asked you, her ever perfect eyebrow quirked with curiosity. You took a long drag of your cigarette and pinched the bridge of your nose; you didn’t know where to start.

The current, and almost always, cause of your stress was your teenage twin sons, Matt and Noah. Their father had been your high school sweetheart, you’d married young and had the twins quickly, they were around before their father had even got his patch with The Sons of Anarchy.
Then the fucking idiot decided to try to rat on the club when he got caught and threatened with jail time. You made your loyalties known, you cared more about the club than you had done him in the end, they often pulled together to help you with the kids and you’d help them with theirs. They helped especially when he’d spent the mortgage money on booze. You’d all but been separated from him when he’d been arrested anyway because he’d come home one night and hit Noah.

You jumped in the way and he’d beaten you, Matt and Noah had ran from the house and down the road to get their Uncle Clay and Auntie Gemma. Gemma had kept them with her, you had thanked her endlessly for that. You wouldn’t have wanted them to see you broken like that. Clay along with Jax and Opie, who were both prospecting at the time, dealt with your husband and Chibs, who had been having a drink at Clay’s, tended to your wounds.

Chibs had stayed with you for two weeks after that, sleeping on the sofa and helping you around the house and making you and the boys feel safe. That was the first time you felt your heart pull towards Chibs, who for years had only been a friend and club brother to your husband.
After your husband had been arrested, excommunicated from the club and ultimately battered to death in jail, you and Chibs had briefly pursued a relationship and you’d been happy. Your boys had loved having him around and you were glad that for once they had a positive role model. Then the Sons pissed off a mob boss and Old Lady’s started to be threatened, Chibs cut off ties with you and the boys to keep you safe.

Still you were close to The Sons, you were still kin to them and after a few awkward months you and Chibs fell back into your old friendship, both brushing away feelings for safety. If your biggest mistake in life was marrying that asshole then the second was letting Chibs walk out of your life.
That was years ago now and if you both of you were honest, neither of you knew why you were still denying your feelings for one another; maybe it was easier to stay in that habit?

But back to the problem at hand, your lovely twin boys.

You took a swig of your beer and another drag of your smoke before telling Gemma, “Someone called me a MILF so they beat him up and smashed his car in, I have a sneaking suspicion that Tig probably helped.”
Jesus, you’d have gone mad years ago if it wasn’t for Gemma and Chibs as Tig often took it upon himself to act like your third child which was the last thing that you needed. Gemma tutted and shook her head, “You know they never gave you this shit when you were with Chibs.”

You rolled your eyes at her and stubbed out your smoke in the ashtray, she was constantly trying to get the pair of you to pull your heads out of your asses and face the fact that you still had feelings for each other and she wasn’t above bringing your kids into it.

She wanted you to be an Old Lady again.

“Gemma, stop it. I’ve got bigger things on my plate, like how to control my kids.” You groaned and swigged your beer, as if on cue Tig and Chibs entered the clubhouse, they stopped in front of you and Gemma.
Chibs put his hands on his hips and nodded towards you with his head, he spoke to Tig, “Well, go on.”
Tig held his hands up in defence, “Whaaat? What are you talking about?”
Kozik, almost sensing a chance to mess with Tig, wondered in with his hands in his pockets, “He’s talking about you helping the boys smash that guys car in.”
Tig glared at him, “Y/N isn’t going to believe you, you rat.”
“If he’s ratting then he must be telling the truth.” You cut in and Tig’s face fell. Kozik came around the back of the bar and gave you a high five over the bar.
“Okay, okay, alright, stop the witch hunt.” Tig sighed, “All I’m saying is that I helped the boys out. They were going to do it anyway. I just helped them not get caught.”

As if the universe was ready to screw Tig over further, Clay and Jax walked in shouting your name with Unser in tow. Tig sighed at his luck.
“Y/N I’m sorry to have to do this but I’m going to have to take in Matthew and Noah.” Unser told you.
“Why?” You asked innocently enough trying to plead ignorance until you could think of a plan.
Unser sighed, “I think you know why Y/N. They beat up a man and smashed his car. I gotta take them in.”

“When was this?” Chibs cut in.
Unser eyed him wearily, “This morning.”
“In that case I’m sorry to tell ya but you got the wrong boys.” Chibs stated with absolute certainty. When your head whipped around to face him, he folded his arms and leaned back on the bar with ease, like the matter was settled simply because he said so.

“And why is that?” Unser sighed and waited for the bullshit story that he’d have to feed back to the station.
“They were with me,” Chibs stated with utter certainty, “I’ve been trying to help them with their mechanics. They both want to try and get jobs here so that they can pay rent at home. It was a surprise for their mum that you just ruined.”
You placed a hand on your heart and feigned surprise, “That’s my boys. What would I do without them?”
“Live longer.” Kozik muttered behind you.
The clubhouse door opened and your darling twin boys fell in, pushing and jostling each other. They stopped dead when they saw Unser, you and The Sons watching them. Chibs spoke before Unser could, “Boys, Unser seems to think that you’ve been up to no good. Don’t worry, he knows that you’ve been trying to get jobs to surprise your Ma and pay rent.”
Noah’s face scrunched in confusion but Matt was quick on the update, “Yeah, it was supposed to be that. A surprise I mean. Thanks for ruining it.”
“My lovely boys.” You smiled but your eyes burned with the promise of punishment.

Unser held his hands up in defeat, “Well I looked into it, that’s all I can do.”
He left with Clay and Jax, no doubt to talk about club business. Matt let out a low whistle, “Thanks for that Chibs.”
“And just what the fuck do you two think you were playing at?” Chibs snapped at the boys and they both straightened their backs but their expressions remained sheepish. Noah glanced at Tig but Chibs spoke again, “Don’t even think about it, Tig’s already been told. Now we told Unser you were working to help your mum out and that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”
“And how are we going to do that?” Noah snapped like a typical teenager.

“Don’t speak to Filip like that.” You interjected, “Do you have any idea how much trouble you could have been in if it weren’t for him? Do you really think I like knowing that you boys are getting your fathers temper?!”
The twins looked down at their feet and mumbled an apology to Chibs.
“It’s not me that you have to apologise too. Now you’re going to find jobs and sort your own mess out.” He told him, “You know that I’ll help you if I can.”
“Well you could always mentor them.” Gemma added helpfully pulling out another smoke, “If you were serious about them being good mechanics, we could always use a few more of them around here.”
You gave Gemma a half glare, as much as you loved her for giving your boys a chance and making the story that you’d told Unser almost true, you could see that she was just using it as a ploy to get you and Chibs closer again.

“You’re serious?”
Your twins asked in unison, the promise of being close to The Sons and their bikes too exciting. Chibs gave you a sly wink and you mouthed ‘thank you’ to him.


True to his word over the next few months, Chibs taught your boys all they needed to know about engines and bikes but he worked them hard and kept them busy so by the end of the day they were too tired to cause any trouble. Chibs, on the other hand, found himself free most of the day now as the boys were doing most of his work and barely needed his instruction anymore. So, when he wasn’t attending to club business, Chibs found himself in Gemma’s office pestering you while you were trying to help Bobby with the accounts. He’d throw paper planes at you, walk past and playfully pull your hair, tap his pen insistently against the desk and, when he was being really demanding, he’d lift you straight from your seat and carry you into the bar and force you to have a drink with him.

In short he seemed desperate for your attention and Gemma and The Sons all found it hilarious how obvious he was being.
Today he just annoying you, you snapped, “Chibs will you just leave me alone?”
You reached up and out of your chair to try to snatch back your pen from Chibs who was sat on your desk holding it out of your reach. He inched the stolen pen out of your reach again and you dropped back into place with your arms crossed and pout firmly in place.
“Aww, will you look at that face.” Chibs teased and reached down to pinch your cheek.
You slapped his hand away, “How can a man who has done so much to help my kids be such a child?”

He grinned mischievously, “You’d be surprised how often one of those things helps the other.”
“Idiot.” You joked. He laughed, tucked your pen inside his pocket and pulled you by the hands so that you were stood in front of where he sat on the desk.
“Fil-” You started but he cut you off.
“When are me and you gonna sort ourselves out?” He leaned close to you and whispered the words across your lips. Your cheeks flushed instantly, this was the Chibs that you remembered. The alluring, charming man that you’d had a relationship with.

Damn you’d missed him.

“It wasn’t me that called it off.” You mumbled.
His expression dropped for a moment and he brought his hand up to play with your hair, “Aye, I know lass. It was my fault, I was stupid. I only wanted to protect you.”
The weight of the moment quieted your words so you only whispered, “How do I know you won’t do it again?”
Chibs moved his hand from your hair to your cheek and gently ran his harsh thumb across your soft cheek, “I thought distance would keep you safe but I was wrong. If I want to keep you safe, and those boys safe because you know ah love them, then I need to keep you close.”

You both fell quiet for a moment until you realised that he was waiting for a response. You swallowed hard, “I do want you Chibs, I want us again. But,” His face fell at the word but you continued, “Let’s keep it between us for now? I don’t want to upset Noah and Matt if it doesn’t work out.”

He nodded and, with a large grin, leaned down to kiss you.


It took two weeks, three days and an hour for Chibs to drunkenly announce his love and your relationship to the club. But it came as a shock to no one because it had taken your boys and Gemma only a few hours to realise something was going on between you and Chibs and they were thrilled.
“Jesus, Chibs.” You put your face in your hands to hide how intensely red it had gone.
He dropped himself down beside you on the couch, wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him, “C’mon darlin’, when I have a lass as wonderful as you I just want to tell people about it!”
You didn’t remove your face from your hands so your words came out muffled, “Shut up or I will kill you.”
“Don’t you kill our new Da!” Noah laughed with an exacerbated Irish accent.
“What was that boy?” Chibs shouted and the Sons laughed.
Noah blushed, “Sorry, I just meant that we think of you like –”
His twin saved his babbled apology, “You just did an Irish accent you idiot. He’s Scottish.”
If you could you would have buried your face further into your hands but as it was you’d gone as far as you could, honestly this lot would be the death of you.
By the time you dared look up from your safe haven, Chibs was wrestling with Tig and your boys around the clubhouse and Juice had taken Chibs’ seat beside you. Juice passed you a beer, “Families, eh?” He offered.

You took the beer from him and watched Noah swing on Tig’s back while Chibs had Matt in a headlock, you clinked your beer with Juice’s. You grinned and agreed, “Yeah families.”

// it’s your girl cae over here dying from writers block, hello hello

V and Saeran not added because I didn’t know what to make for theirs I ran out of ideas ;((

{ Valentine’s Day Special }


- He may be talented, but making chocolate was some sort of chemistry. It takes so long too? Why?

- He tries his best though, totally has a “ kiss the cook ” apron on.

- There wasn’t much time until you got back from work; so he tried to make chocolate covered cherries. He watched youtube videos, he really wanted it to look nice.. And they do turn out nice! Only problem? He didn’t use wax paper. Little shits stuck to the bottom of the paper towels and.. Yeah. Not very appealing.

- Mentally freaking out while trying to peel bits of paper off of the bottoms.. But it’s not working the best.

- “ Zen? I’m home! ”
SHIT he jumps and drops the pan with a huge crash

- You walk in at the perfect moment– Zens shocked expression and chocolates littering the floor. It’s a movie perfect scene, you can’t help but burst out in laughter. To which Zen grumbles about with a red face.

- ” What’s all this? ” You singsong, setting your things down on the countertop as you help your boyfriend pick up the mess.

- “ Ah.. I was going to surprise you but– Turns out ”chocolatier” Isn’t something i’m able to put on my resume..”


- He’d been reading up about making sweets, he’s not one for chocolate but he knows how you love them so.

- Had Jaehee order the ingredients and tools, he started before you even woke up. Sadly, the smell of burnt cocoa was too strong to hide. It smelt horrible.. Who knew something so sweet could smell so awful. When you wake up it’s the first thing you ask about– And he’s honest, He tried and failed badly so he ordered you a giant box of assortments instead. But you refused to leave it at that, you tug on his arm to get him to leave his chair– His nose was stuck in a book, but he put it down to see what you wanted so badly.

- You grab two aprons, pulling one around yourself and placing the other on your husband. You didn’t really know how to make it, but since Jumin read up he knew. Instructs and helps along the way, the manual work of cooking and keeping careful eye on the chocolate was your job. Last time he left it unstirred for too long, causing it to burn.

- The duo you two make is amazing, but he clings to you every chance he gets. His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your head or shoulder, watching you mix and stir away. You grumble at how hard it is to move around with him stuck to you like glue– But his kisses make up for it.


- He’s skilled at cooking, so it should be easy breezy. Reads some online articles before setting on a movie for you to pay attention to, claiming he has something to work on before you two settle in for the evening. Your last surprise, one out of many for the day.

- He gets to work quickly, mixing and stirring away. He was trying to make white chocolates, but the honey he added as sweetener made them.. sort of yellow. Adds a bit of pink food coloring to help it look more appealing– Thankfully it works well. He sets everything down carefully on wax paper before placing it in the freezer.

- He figures a two or three hour movie would be enough time– How about Titanic? But that movie makes him sob like a baby so maybe not. Whatever you decide he’s happy with, except horror movies. Too scary.

- Finally you both settle on a eighties musical, after lots of snuggles and quiet comments about the acting– He rushes over to the freezer when the movies over to check on his surprise. Everything looked nice.. But they kind of; Well, flattened. No longer circles, more like.. tiny splats of pink. He’s so disappointed, you join him unable to take the suspense. The sight of him so torn over this pan of pink was hilarious, you couldn’t help but giggle.

- He blushes, obviously flustered and upset that his chocolate didn’t turn out the way he wanted. But you think the act is so sweet regardless, plus it tastes amazing. You just.. have to eat it in chip form.


- She knew how much you loved sweets, so the night before valentines she sneaks away to the cafe to make you something special for tomorrow. It had everything she needed there, cook books as well. How hard could it be?

- She wanted to go traditional– Milk chocolates, simple yet delicate. She’s adorable in her little pink apron, she tries her hardest to make everything look nice and beautiful. She drizzled chocolate in the shape of a heart as well.

- She decides to head back home for the night and get them tomorrow after your date, it would be a nice surprise.

- After everything’s done and you both are heading home, she chimes on how she needs to pick something up from the cafe– bringing you along with her. Inside, she excitedly pulls out the chocolate. But the heart kind of spread.. It looks sort of bumpy and uneven. She’s disappointed, but you’re quick to shush her– Breaking off a small piece and putting it in your mouth. It melts instantly, causing you to moan. And her to blush.

- It was sweet of her, you said how grateful you were for the gesture before giving her a small kiss– the taste of the chocolate stuck to your tongue. Even though it didn’t turn out like she wanted, it was still nice to snack on for the night.


- God 707 can do anything he sets his mind to! He watches ONE youtube video and thinks he’s ready. Singing loudly in the kitchen while you’re in the other room, talking to him through a door so it could be a ’ surprise ’

- Wants to make dark chocolate ;) and he actually does a pretty good job? Surprising since he didn’t do much research. But he cant wait four hours for it to freeze. So honestly he just throws it in two bowls and eats the batter, even suggests using it as dip for honey buddha chips. He tried it and pretended to have a revelation because of how good it was.

- Proceeds to grab a finger full and smear it on your face, to which you do the same to him as payback. He claims you look ’ just too sweet ’ and chases you around the house with a face full of chocolate, claiming he has to clean you up. Except with his tongue, when he captures you he proceeds to pretend you’re some kind of lollipop despite your pleas, Saeran walks in to Saeyoung licking chocolate off your face and immediately shuts the door screaming.

” I can never catch a break in this house, I swear. ”

Joker Imagine - Stone Cold /PART 2

Part 1 is here *click me*

Originally posted by jokerish-darkish-mindish

Originally posted by ahora-soy-yo

Your P.O.V.

*2 weeks later*

Harley Quinn was gone, she just vanished. Since I was so fed up with my feelings I had actually told Batman where Joker and Harley were. Why? I was so angry. I hoped that Batsy could separate those two and my dreams came true. Now Joker was free and Harley was somewhere far away. But I knew she wasn’t in Arkham, so Batsy had to take her far away. I was happy.

But Joker was probably sad. I tried not to care. After all this all helped me to rethink my life choices and make me who I am now. A smile spread on my face as I realized how powerful I had become. The same night Joker broke my heart, something happened in my head. I just lost it. Let’s just say that Gotham has a new villain. I wasn’t just Y/N anymore, no..the city had decided to call me the Dark Angel. I was living a normal life during day so I only showed myself at night. It’s like I never slept, but I took power naps. Dark stood for evil, because it was obvious I wasn’t a hero like Batman. Angel had more to do with my outfit.

I wore a black body with a black tutu skirt with white underneath and a white ribbon around my waist. I had lacy pantyhoses, white boots with ribbons, black angel wings that actually did something else than make my outfit look pretty. Also I wore a golden mask with white details to try my best to hide my identity. I kept some toys like guns and knives under my skirt. Personally I loved my outfit. Since I wasn’t stupid, like many other people in city, I wore simple white gloves so I wouldn’t leave fingerprints. My gun wasn’t trackable since it’s the one Joker once gave to me.

Knowing that it would be hard to catch me made me happy. This fear I caused in Gotham pleased my mind and I knew I was way under the line of ‘normal’. I was fucking crazy and I accepted it. I wanted to show Joker what he was missing. It was the fuel to my motivation, him.It was all thanks to Joker. 

I wonder if he knew that the Dark Angel  was me, the girl he replaced with a nutty doctor who ended up behind bars as quickly as she came. How pathetic. Even tho I tried to act like it didn’t hurt, it was useless. I missed him and I had to admit that I wished we still had a chance. But no, I was so angry at him. He changed my life and thought he could leave just like that? It made my blood boil and my heart ache.

Tonight I was out in the city again, jumping from rooftops to another. It was a little past midnight, making it dark enough for me. People were still awake, but let’s face it, when would this city ever sleep? Never. I stopped jumping when I was on the other side of the way from Joker’s club, on the roof of a building. I walked to the edge and looked down, feeling hatred and misery taking over me. Down by the streets I saw people all dressed up, either walking past the building or waiting in line. Some goons were by the doors,making sure to look all scary and tough.

I moved my eyes to the windows. Most were covered by curtains, but not all of them. All the way on top where there was probably a penthouse I saw lights. A person was moving there, but I only saw his silhouette. The man was holding a gun. It didn’t really surprise me. I bet the entire building was full of armed people. I sighed and then thought I should continue. I sped up and jumped on the building next to me. I landed smoothly without losing my balance. The wings somehow made my balance amazing and I could jump longer. I could use that for my good.

A couple minutes later I was at a bank. It was closed, so I didn’t need to spill as much blood as I would have during day. I picked the door on the roof and then calmly walked down the stairs until I was by the first floor. There were supposedly four guards here. Too bad, they would all die or get injured badly. I grabbed my beloved gun and made sure I had bullets before I stepped out from the shadows. The floor was a light marble floor and it fit well with the beautiful brown walls. The main doors were huge and I spotted a guard there. He was facing me with his back. Excitement pumped through my veins and my heart sped up. I lived for the thrill I got during missions. My plan was to get more power and get my own goons, but that could wait.

I looked around, behind couches and plants before I was sure the other guards weren’t around. Then I walked to the cash register quietly. My plan was to steal the keys and then go to the backroom where they had personal boxes full of very rare and expensive things and papers. The money was like air compared to the personal belongings the rich had here. The guard turned around so I got down on the ground quickly. I waited in silence until I was sure he hadn’t seen me.

I got into action and looked around every once in a while. I managed to open the small box where they kept the keys. I wanted to laugh in victory as I held the grey boring keys in my hands. Easy as stealing candy from a kid. Then I heard footsteps coming closer. I acted like I didn’t hear the guard, but little did he know what I had in mind. ‘’Hey you, hands up!’’ An old man growled at me. I rolled my eyes and slowly turned around. ‘’Drop your gun’’ He added deeply, but I saw the fear all over him. ‘’This?’’ I asked him innocently, ignoring the fact he held me at gunpoint. Before anything could happen, I shot him quickly. my bullet pierced his stomach and then he fell on his back. Blood pooled around his body and then i was free to go.

The other guards ran towards the crime scene, but they couldn’t catch me. As they hurried to their bleeding friend, I was already in the shadows.  I had about two minutes because the police was on the way. So I hurried to the door and I opened it carefully. I literally ran inside and put my bag on a wooden table.The room was huge, but I didn’t have to go through absolutely everything. Although it was dark, I saw well. So I dragged out five metal boxes and put them in my bag. Then I put the bag around my shoulder and ran out with a gun in my hand.

Adrenaline was pushing me to run faster. ‘’She’s there!’’ One of the guards noticed me climbing up the stairs. I turned around seeing all three. ‘’Sorry i couldn’t stay longer..and about your friend’’ I giggled and found this hilarious. Then I aimed at the middle guy and shot him. They tried to shoot me, but they didn’t hit me. Then I shot the one on the left in both of his knees. He shrieked out in pain and made the last guy standing scared. He was trembling, even I saw that from so far away. ‘’Ta ra!’’ I waved at the guy who would be left scarred for life. Then I escaped the scene.

Instead of running the stairs and wasting time, I opened a window and looked down. I’d fall down three floors if I didn’t reach the balcony of the building on my opposite. I wasn’t  scared tho. So I took a deep breath and jumped, spreading my arms along the wings and keeping my legs stiff. Air ran through the feathers, my fingers and my hair. Then I got closer to the balcony and I bent my legs so I could land smoothly. Perfect.

Police sirens came closer and they would take time to go inside the bank. I was already long gone. I climbed up the tall building until I was on the roof. It was a little cold, but it was good. I liked it. So I escaped the scene. I kept jumping from rooftops until I was panting. I knew the police wouldn’t find me. I hid behind a big chimney where I sat down and put my new things on the ground. Five metallic boxes with locks very easy to pick. Just as I got stared, someone walked up to me.

‘’I have to say that you were really impressive’’ A raspy familiar voice purred. My body froze and my breath hitched in my throat. Then, slowly, I looked up into the familiar blue eyes. How the hell did Joker find me? ‘’Oh I’m sorry let me introduce myself, I’m Joker’’ He told me with slight amusement in his voice. Even tho he was smiling evilly now, I noticed something about him. He had slept little and he was stressed out. ‘’I know who you are’’ I spat at him and tried to hide my gun without him noticing. Honestly I wasn’t sure if I wanted to reveal my identity to him.

Joker stroked his silver jacket and cleared his throat. He wanted something. ‘’What’s your name?’’ He asked me bluntly and then kneeled down so he could look at me better. He made me nervous. I still had stupid feelings for this guy. ‘’I’m the Dark Angel. Do you ever read the news?’’ I asked him a little angrily with a weird voice so he couldn’t recognize me so easily. Surprise washed across Joker’s face. ‘’Wow feisty, we don’t have to be so angry around each other or do we?’’ He raised his arms playfully. Then Joker laughed a little. I just rolled my eyes.

‘’I just came to see what the big fuss is about. Maybe we could make a deal?’’ Joker spoke again. It’s like he was another person than two weeks ago. My anger and pain took the best of me. ‘’I thought you never wanted to see me ever again!’’ I muttered at him ,but regretted it immediately. Joker’s expression turned from rather neutral to dark. He leaned closer and touched my face softly. I clenched my jaw and slapped his hand away. ‘’Get lost J’’ I spat, sad that I revealed myself so easily.

‘’Y/N..’’ He said my name like he had never said it before. What a fucking twat. ‘’I knew you were different, but I never thought you’d actually have enough evil in you to become the Dark Angel’’ Joker told me and stood up straight. I collected my treasures and packed them before he could take them away from me. I just stayed quiet because I knew that I could screw up. ‘’What inspired you? What pushed you over the line darling?’’ Joker growled and pushed me against the chimney. I grunted angrily, but didn’t stop him either. His face was so close to mine that it made something as simple as thinking hard.

‘’Fuck you Joker, now leave me alone’’ I hissed at the man I partly wanted to stay. He didn’t like my behaviour at all. Suddenly he put his hand tightly on my jaw and tilted my head so he could look at me more intensely. ‘’Tell me what made you like this baby’’ He whispered darkly and so close to me that I felt his breath on my skin. I could use my arms to grab my gun and shoot him, but I couldn’t. ‘’You did it’’ I admitted quietly and closed my eyes. Even tho I didn’t see it, I knew he was smiling. This pleased his ego so much.

‘’What an honour’’ He giggled and made me look at him again. ‘’Where’s your bitch?’’ I asked him something for once. His smile faded and he sighed deeply, making a shiver run down my spine. ‘’I don’t know’’ Joker told me weirdly. I wanted to make him angry. This was my chance. ‘’Did Batsy take her?’’ I questioned him and now it was my turn to smile. Joker’s irises shrunk and he looked angry, like a cat. ‘’She was too weak, I don’t need weak people in my life’’ He let me know mysteriously. ‘’Too bad’’ I shrugged and then pulled my face away from his touch.

‘’Now will you please let me go? I’m a busy lady’’ I broke the silence that would be longer if I didn’t speak. Joker was in deep thoughts, his face said it all. ‘’You told Batman’’ He growled and looked at me. ‘’Possibly’’ I sighed, but to be honest he started to scare me.’’Okay I did it, I just wanted to see if she was good for you damn it’’ I raised my hands innocently. Joker growled like a dog and then squinted his eyes. Oops.

‘’I think I should go. It was nice seeing you a-’’ I started, but he cut me off. Joker pressed his face on mine, closing the gap between us by pressing his crimson red lips on mine. Shock froze my body. My eyes widened and I felt like I had been struck by lighting. But soon my muscles relaxed and I shut my eyes, kissing him back. It felt so good to have his lips on mine, making me feel like a teen girl again. My heart started beating harder and to be honest I felt dreamy. But also confusion bugged my mind. One second I thought he would throw me down the roof, but then he kissed me?!

Joker pulled back and breathed deeply. We looked into each other’s eyes silently. All traces of anger were gone. I knew I should be angry at him, but he had me wrapped around his finger. ‘’I do need a strong woman by my side if anything’’ He was the one to speak first. ‘’And you’re strong. You told me exactly what I wanted to hear’’ Joker continued mysteriously. I couldn’t help but to smile. ‘’Well I’m glad I did so’’ I shrugged more calmly than earlier. 

‘’To be honest when you let me walk away two weeks ago I thought that you were weak. Did you know that I wanted you to go over the line? Did you know that all this time I just wanted you to go mad, kill people, get blood on your hands and lose that innocence?’’ He growled deeply, but not angrily. Once again I was a little shocked. Did he break my heart just to break my mind? Had he actually wanted to be with me all this time? ‘’You’re perfect’’ He whispered and put his hands on my hips. My mind was running in circles and soon I felt funny.

‘’You’re driving me crazy J’’ I giggled and soon that giggling turned into laughter. J smiled at me darkly. He was proud of his work, he was proud that he had made me like this. Then he started laughing too. Our little laughing session was anything but normal. We were fucking crazy, both of us. ‘’Now what do you say doll, finally leave your boring life and come by my side. We can wake terror all around Gotham together’’He suggested and then waited for my answer.

Well fuck I had nothing to lose. ‘’I hoped you’d ask me sooner’’ I purred and then pushed my face closer to his, ignoring the rule of him being in control. I kissed him rougher this time and he lowered his hands so he was squeezing my bum. What could I say, I guess we were crazy in love. Normal wasn’t our thing. Normal people would call our love wrong. I didn’t care. We’d make those people terrified of us.

‘’What if Harley comes back?’’ I breathed out above his lips. Joker faced me with a dirty look. ‘’Let her, she was just a brick in this wall. She’s nothing to worry about’’ Joker reassured me. 

We were going to be stone cold to everyone else but each other. Funny how a few minutes earlier I felt so miserable, but now I was so happy. He truly had a good grip on me.

Our Kind of Love (Part 2/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!  

(PART 1)

an “I love you” before we say bye kind of love.

Charlie looked over his cards at Steve who was clearly lost in his own thoughts, nudging Sam he motioned to the super solider.  Sam just shook his head and nudged the metal armed super soldier to his right.  Bucky made to glare at Sam, but broke into a smile when he saw his best friend looking miles away.  

“Yoo hoo, Steve?  I thought I was the brain-washed one not you.  Pay attention.”  Bucky chuckled and the reddening cheeks of his best friend.

“Shut up I’m payin’ attention.”

“Leave the man alone boys, he’s clearly in love.  We should all be so lucky.  Speakin’ of, have you told her yet Cap?”  Charlie smiled at Steve, he was happy for him.  Moreso happy for you, but still happy for Steve as well.

“No. I don’t want to ruin anything by opening my big mouth.”  Bucky and Sam sat snickering to each other over Steve’s whining tone.

“Will you two shut up?! At least I have a girl.” Steve grumbled looking back down at his cards and taking his turn. Both men tried and failed to contain their laughter.  

This was the fifth week in a row Steve had admitted he loved you to someone, but had yet to express it to you.  Bucky, Charlie, and Sam found it hilarious that practically everyone knew he loved you except for you.   The head nurse knew, she recommended telling you in the gazebo on the hospital grounds.   The head chef offered to make him a cake with “I love you” on it to give to you.  Even the teenage candy striper who volunteered after school had told him, “Dude grow a pair and just tell her.”

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Fresh Blood

There’s blood layering every surface of my living room; it sends my body into a frenzy because it means I have to have everything washed or thrown out.

My desire to have someone’s heart in my hand and their blood seeping down my throat like strong alcohol has grown too strong, it’s creeping and crawling into my days instead of staying settled in my nights like it should do. This wouldn’t have happened if I had it all under control. The mere thought of not having a firm grip on the situation makes it slip out of my reach even more.

White seems like such a good colour for the interior of my house until it comes to slitting a person’s throat; the blood is never going to come out of the couch.

Huffing, I make my way into the kitchen; I keep rolls upon rolls of bags for this kind of situation and now my mind is screaming at me to use them. I almost slip when my foot touches the hardwood floor but I quickly regain my balance.

Now that the man’s guts are decorating my living room and his blood has settled into my stomach quite nicely - it’s making me feel full, bloated even, which means I won’t have to eat tonight - I’m feeling on edge and frustrated with myself due to not thinking to put anything down to stop the red substance staining everything. I almost wish I could revive the dead man so I can relive the feeling of his skin opening at my hands.

Despite my reluctance, I have to start throwing anything that can’t be bleached or washed into the bags. Everything I own costed a heavy amount when I purchased it so a lot of it is destined for the bag, except a few things I can’t bare to see go; those things I promise to still make good use with, and place them by the stairs.

While the rug that was previously sat in the centre of my living room (and once complimented the colour scheme I had going on, but now ruins it completely with the blotches of blood) is being thrown into the second bag to begin to fill to the top, I can hear my phone ringing from the kitchen. I don’t bother to run and answer it.

It screams at me to answer it four more times before whoever is calling seems to give up. The house falls into an easy silence after that, much to my appreciation.

Around half an hour later - when guts are sat in a messy pile in the corner and the only blood is that smeared across the wall (due to my victim struggling for his life) - there’s a noise I don’t expect, and one I haven’t heard in so long; the sound of the front door opening.

It’s become so unknown to me that when the noise first sets into my ear, I don’t recognise it. Although, when there’s a gasp - a noise I <i>do</I> know, and adore very much - following it, I know that what’s about to happen cannot look good for me.
My head snaps in the direction of the door and stood looking shocked, confused and scared all at once, is [Y/N]. She’s wearing one of the numerous sweaters of mine that she likes to keep at her house.

“J-Justin?” she stutters and I don’t dare to move a muscle in my body.

“Happy Halloween,” I ask rather than state. My voice is laced with panic and I wouldn’t have to have someone tell me to be able to detect it.

“It’s January,” she says and my fingers clench around the bag that starts to have the ability to slip between them. I can feel my forehead becoming hot, as well as the rest of my body.

“Ah, shit- looks like I’m too late. Well, there’s always next year. You wanna go get some coffee?” I speak frantically, hoping something else will capture her attention and throw her off the image of her boyfriend stood in front of a white wall painted with blood.

“What’s going on?” she squeaks and I find her very attractive when she’s scared. I try hard to keep my mind and my vision straight.

“Isn’t it obvious, babygirl?”

“Why have you painted your walls red?” she asks and I laugh.

“That’s easy: it’s not paint,” I grin and feel my body begin to relax.

This is it. It’s going to happen right now. This could either end with us being partners in crime; killing together and having our own late night murderous rendezvous whenever we want, the idea of it makes me shift uncomfortably in my trousers, or it’s going to end with her trying to leave and me having to duct tape her to my bed. I don’t see a realistic option between the two.

“Then, what.. is it?” she frowns and her round face looks sadder than I’ve ever had to see her. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad.

“Well, it’s blood.” I don’t think she’s noticed the guts in the corner.

“I thought it was cranberry juice.” She doesn’t convince me; cranberry juice doesn’t take so long to make its way down the wall.

“Nope, it’s blood,” I state clearly.

She’s quiet. Her eyes are on fire and they’re moving between me and the wall. I’m uncertain as to what she’s thinking so I don’t say anything, I simply wait; the bag in my hand is starting to irritate my skin.

“Is this one of your little jokes? I can never tell. You’re scaring me.”

I sigh and drop the bag, my hand appreciates it when the air is able to lick at my skin. I move closer to her and the worried expression sets deeper onto her face. I can see her bright eyes glance down to where the blood had splattered all over me. I could feel a sense of pride at my work.

“What’s going on?”

“Your life’s about to change a helluva lot, sweetheart. You’ve just walked into something you shouldn’t have,” I mutter as I move closer to her. I can see her fingers trembling and threatening to detach from her hands. “I’m not joking when I say this is blood, just like I wasn’t joking about the bodies in my closet, and the head in my fridge. It’s all true.”

She wavers for a second longer; I can almost see her brain clicking behind her skull as it tries to calculate whether I’m simply making another one of my jokes or if my jokes are becoming too advanced for her to understand.

“What do you think? Impressive, right?” There’s a grin that’s threatening to make it’s way onto my lips that I’m sure are coated in a small layer of blood, if I haven’t managed to swipe it off with my tongue yet.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“I don’t find this funny anymore.”

There’s definite worry in her tone of voice and I can feel myself moving closer to her. She makes a pathetic attempt to force her body backwards, although it does nothing but make the desire I have to move closer to her even more powerful.

“Are you scared? You don’t have to be, babygirl. I’m not going to hurt you, I’d never lay a finger on you.”

Even as the words leave my lips I know I’m telling a cruel lie; my lust for her and for her blood has grown stronger since I accidentally bumped into her two years ago. I managed to avoid putting any kind of pain onto her for reasons I’m not too sure of, but now, it’s all I can think about. Of course, I have to try and make sure she never finds out.

“Tell me what’s going on. Is this some kind of joke that I don’t understand?”

“I’ve already told you; this isn’t a joke.” My jaw clenches and I’m uncertain as to why, although I’m sure I know when I feel myself becoming impatient with the girl in front of me. “This is real, all of it.”

Next, she does something I hadn’t anticipated - she laughs. Her head falls back and I can see everything working in the front of her throat. It makes me think about all the sharp objects I could slice it with. The laugh, however, is far from genuine; it’s hesitant and sharp. It doesn’t last for very long, either.

“Right, that’s funny. You’re a serial killer, hilarious. I get it now,” she chuckles and it’s fake. I’m watching her closely because I’m confused by her behaviour and have no idea where the conversation is going to lead; my two previous assumptions as to where the conversation could go have seemingly taken flight and headed for the nearest window. I’m not left clueless.

“Don’t kid yourself, [Y/N],” I mange to let escape between my lips.

It’s a strange sensation to me, to have somebody’s guts in the same room as my girlfriend; there’s been so many things that I’ve done, most things don’t surprise me but this, this is new.

“So, what? I’m supposed to believe that my boyfriend kills people? Stop joking, Justin, it’s just not funny anymore.” Her voice has now adjusted and taken on a shaky quality that I find quite amusing. “I’m leaving. You’re inhuman,” she says and I think she’s going to start crying.

“I’m very in touch with humanity, okay?” I frown deeply and correct her quickly, now following her as she strides for the door. “You can’t leave.”

“And why the fuck not, Justin? You’re clearly going through some thing right now and I don’t like it. You’re making me panic.” She turns to look at me for a split second; it’s a look I’m unfamiliar with but I’m sure it’s supposed to signal to me that she’s hoping I’m going to stop her and tell her it’s all a joke. It’s a shame that I can do no such thing.

“It’s going to be okay, baby. You’re gonna go and clear your head and I’m not going to stop you because I know you’re going to come back to me, isn’t that right?”

“You’re serious.. aren’t you?” she says, sounding as though all of her worst nightmares have suddenly become true.

“Very much so.” The evil smirk is back onto my lips, I cannot help but show my affection for my satanic hobbies. “I’ve told you over and over again but you just don’t believe me, do you?”

She’s trying to edge away but I’m moving closer. She moves slowly as though she’s created a plan in her mind; if she moves ever so slightly, I won’t notice. Little does she know, I notice everything. I notice how she moves away just like I notice my victims trying to edge their way towards the door. It’s evident that [Y/N] doesn’t know just how much practice I’ve had in this field.

“I-I have to go.”


She doesn’t give me an answer. It happens in a matter of seconds. She’s out of the door and she’s running towards her car that’s parked patiently next to mine. The sun is setting; disappearing behind the hills and she’s getting away. A plan is already taking shape in the folds of my brain while I watch her drive away; anger seeping into every inch of my body.

I caught her in the end. I knew I would. I said at the beginning I was too selfish to ever let her leave me, and even if it means watching her every second of every day, I’ll always have her. Of course, I’ve had to make sure she doesn’t utter a word to anyone, it took some bribery and manipulation but I’m certain no one else will ever know of my secrets.

[Y/N] is upset, of course she is. One second I was the charming boyfriend who gave her all the happiness in the world and suddenly, I’m the psychotic, inhuman monster who happens to enjoy stapling human limbs together for fun. Even I can sympathise.

I’ve noticed that there’s still a hint of love in the colours that swirl around the outside of [Y/N]’s pupils; it pleases me to know she’s still so invested in me, even after I sat and admitted almost everything - apart from the murdering of her cousin; I don’t want her entire family banging on my door.

I’m insane and I’m feeling more and more on the verge of frenzy every day. What was once an itch has mutated into a burn that sits under my skin and claws away until my needs are satisfied.

So, the next time you’re walking through the busy streets of whatever city you’re in; whether it’s London, Paris, New York, Milan, Amsterdam - anywhere, remember me. I’m everywhere - I’m the dead eyes of the old man striding past you, I’m the grimace of the lady sitting on the bench across the street, I’m even the shrill shrieks of the baby in the stroller. Every disgusting sight, every pungent smell, every irritating sound is what I’m made up of. Notice me. After all, I’m looking for fresh blood wherever I go; while showing no signs of being filled to the brim with insanity, and ready to overflow.

 The darkness and disgust that I create is something that will always be there, no matter where you go; it’s something you can’t escape, just like I can’t seem to escape the deep desires for human pain within the pit of my stomach and the thirst for their blood trickling down my throat.

anonymous asked:

I've been having the most crappiest months ever, my life is a mess right now and I am so fragile, everything makes me cry or feel emotionless. And to top it of my mum is having surgery tomorrow. I could really use a fluffy fic, to remember that hopefully everything will be alright. That there's a real son why I'm going through these horrible times xx

i’m so sorry this is weeks late, my love, i hope you’re doing okay, know i’m rooting for you, and here is some halloween sterek to hopefully make you feel better


The first Halloween back home from college is not one Stiles is looking forward to. Nor is it one he wants to celebrate with full force and a damn party.

Scott, however, is keen to embrace the festivities now they’re able to, and he arranges for all of them to go to a “sweet” Halloween do at the town hall.

Stiles mutters darkly about Winifred, Mary and Sarah coming to curse them all, and Derek (to his huge surprise) starts humming the creepy song from the start of the movie as he throws a cushion at Stiles’ head.

He’s seemingly, astonishingly, totally okay with going to a party for Halloween.

Stiles attempts to resist, but his best friend is just so damn earnest.

Derek doesn’t even try to fight Scott’s excited announcement, only asks if they have to wear costumes.

“Of course!” Scott bounces over, claps him on the shoulder, “That’s the whole point!”

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Fly me to the Moon

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A/N: Shamelessly saw some really inspiring art. Decided to write it. Probably only a three-four part fluff.

Summary: Rainbow drags Johan to New York for a thing. Johan finds out New York is pretty neat after all. 

WordCount: 3855
Warnings: None that I know of 

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eviduso  asked:

Please consider: trans will freaking out and giving a younger camper a long lecture after they come into the infirmary with bruised/cracked ribs from binding with ace bandages and after that incident you can get free binders at the infirmary if you need it

Will Solace had seen a lot of things in his days as head medic of Camp Half Blood, head surgeon on the battlefield, and head counselor of the Apollo cabin. A lot of those things had scared him, had scarred him, and had left him gasping for breath afterwards, waking from night terrors that shook him awake to stare at the moon as if asking for guidance. Most of these things included the sinew-y stubs of missing limbs, bloodied wounds left by claws and teeth, or insides that were, decidedly, no longer insides; things like that. There were other things, too, that shook him - these for an entirely different reason.

There were other things, too, that hit far too close to home.

To set the scene: it was a relatively quiet day. There hadn’t been any new campers for a few weeks now, so there were less newbies getting injured trying to “climb the totem pole” and impress people. No one had come back from any quests recently and likely wouldn’t for a week yet at least. There’d only been a handful minor injuries so far for the day. Younger campers coming in with scratched knees or aching tummies had been the most of Will’s worries for the majority of the morning and he was rather glad for it.

At least, until Mateo Herrera came into the infirmary.

Now, Mateo; he was a good kid. Mateo, in fact, was a very good kid and very rarely ended up in the infirmary. Mostly, Will knew him from the few times Austin could manage to drag his older brother to his music classes. Mateo played the trombone and was very good at it for a beginner. Will respected that. By Kayla’s descriptions, he was also quite good at archery - it was almost uncanny, in fact, how close the two sharp-shooters were in ability, despite Mateo being much newer to the craft.

Distantly, Will wondered when Apollo would hurry up and claim the boy. He was unclaimed and had been for the six months he’d been at camp. Surely it wouldn’t be much longer, right?

This was what Will thought often in regards to the younger boy, but was definitely far from his thoughts when Mateo whispered his reason for being there.

“Will,” said Mateo, his whisper fear-filled and a bit too loud. “My chest has been hurting and I think I know why.”

Normally, Will would chalk it up to growing pains, give dear Matty-boy an aspirin or something, and send him on his way out, but the way Mateo was holding himself seemed more serious. He was obviously very sore and seemed to have difficulty breathing comfortably.

“Why’s that, Mr. Herrera?” Will said as nicely as he could (though Nico told him often that his bedside manner when he was in “Doctor Mode” was oftentimes absolutely dreadful and usually hilariously so).

Mateo’s dark brown eyes looked down at his red and black sneakers, his weight shifting from his left side to his right. He looked up at Will in embarrassment, taking a hand up to smooth the dark curls growing out of his head. “Well,” he said. “I have kind of a… body issue. And the way I take care of it makes it ache.”

Will nodded seriously, hoping distantly that his eyes conveyed kindness. “What is this issue, Mateo?”

He coughed, which quickly died and turned into a wince, accompanied by a slight wince. Mateo admitted with difficulty, “I have breasts. And I… bandage them to make them less noticeable b-but-”

“Wait,” Will’s eyes grew wide and he knew he was showing a bit of teeth, but he couldn’t help himself. The look on his face was undoubtedly the same expression he’d made many an occasion - occasions such as, for example, the first time Austin said “bitch” and the first time Kayla admitted that she kind of wanted to join the Hunters of Artemis (but that was a story for a different time). It was a look of disappointment - the shocked, protectively angry kind of disappointment. “Bandage, you said?”

Face full of shame, Mateo nodded. “Yeah, ace bandages. They aren’t that good but they can make you pretty flat-”

Will put down the clipboard he’d been holding as carefully as he could. Without meaning to, he’d begun to grip it so hard that his knuckles had turned white and since he didn’t want to break it, it seemed wiser this way. “Mr. Herrera, will you follow me to the back? I’d like you to take those bandages off for a quick x-ray. This may be urgent.”

Mateo nodded, visibly sweating. “Okay,” his voice shook. “Yeah, no problem.”

In a few minutes time, Mateo had taken the x-rays, and seemed very glad to be out of the ace bandages, though Will could see those lines setting into the younger boy’s face that seemed to spell one thing, a thing Will knew very well; dysphoria. Will knew it wouldn’t be easy for poor Mateo, but he had to put his foot down.

“No more binding.” Will demanded. Mateo opened his mouth to protest but the blond shook his golden-haired head. “No. No buts and no whats. I’m the doctor and I say no binding, at least for a while. Ace bandages are not okay, Matty.”

Mateo looked down at his feet again, examined the light reflecting off of the three remaining aglets. His eyes shined too, only with tears.

Will sighed, his heart maybe breaking a little. “Mateo… I understand, okay? But there are better ways. Safer ways. Your ribs aren’t like normal bones. Those bandages can squeeze them all wrong, break them even. You seem to be mostly alright, luckily, it was smart of you to come to me, but… I’ll check the x-ray just to be sure.”

Mateo nodded. He rubbed at his eye with the heel of his hand and sniffled. “Thanks. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Will said. “Be safer. I’m gonna have to ask you not to bind for at least a week. But, don’t worry. I won’t bind either. You won’t be alone in this.”

Mateo made a face, confused. “Wait, I don’t understand. What do you mean you won’t either?”

“I’m trans, too, Matty-man.” Will shrugged. “I don’t really hide it. But, after all this, I can help you get a real binder too. You’re a bigger size than me,” Will was a bean pole of a boy and Mateo was much shorter and a bit chubby. He’d definitely need a bigger size - Will was already theorizing his measurements, which, once he realized he was, was a bit creepy. “So I can’t lend you one of mine, but we can get them here easily enough.”


Will shrugged again. “Mr. D is the genderfluid patron god of transgender and gender non-conforming individuals. I’m always surprised more people don’t know that.”

Mateo smiled for the first time since he’d walked into the infirmary. “Wait, really?”

Will nodded. “Yup. I would be, except I’m not genderfluid and also about a gazillion years too late.” Mateo laughed, so Will continued. “Some sweet benefits, though, right?” Giggling quietly, Mateo nodded in agreement, and Will let himself relax a bit.

It had been a long time since Will was in Mateo’s shoes, and had definitely been lucky to have Cecil’s mother, who was and always would be PFLAG to the grave and had immediately done everything she could to help this baby she had taken in, to help this boy she’d barely known be true to himself and to the people around him. As soon as Will had begun to have noticeable… unwanted developments, he’d gotten his first binder - a simple black tank that had meant the world to him. It was too small now, but he still had it. Sentimental value and all that.

If Mateo had been able to fit it, however, Will would’ve handed it over. No one had told him that ace bandages were bad, it was obvious. No one had helped him cut his hair, which was a mess of curls cut at short but varying lengths once you saw it up close. No one had helped Mateo be Mateo. And Will would do anything to give this kid the same kind of influence that his mama - and he would always call her that, Mama - had given him.

“Wait,” Mateo murmured. “You mean that? You won’t bind either?”

Will shook his head. “Nope. Think of it like… a blood pact. Except, instead of blood, it’s boobs. A boob pact.”

Mateo bit his lip to keep from laughing. “A boob pact?”

Solemn as he knew how to be, Will nodded. “A boob pact. A sacred bond between trans brothers. If you have to free ball it, then I will too.”

It was a moment that passed, in near silence, a kind of special care in the air between them, before Mateo tentatively smiled. “Thank you, Will.”

And Will smiled. “Of course, bud. Now…. Let’s take a look at those x-rays, huh? And then we can talk colors for your binder.”

“I like red.”

“Red is definitely your color. Absolutely yes.”

Maybe this encounter with Mr. Herrera wouldn’t wake Will in the dead of night, shaking. Making it wouldn’t bug him too terribly in daylight hours, even - the problem was solved, after all. But, when he would lay down for the night, pajamas warm and clean, blanket soft, pillows fluffed and cool, Will would be unable to close his eyes. He’d be stuck thinking of every home like Mateo’s, every home like the one Will had grown up in - if you could call those things homes. Every place and every transgender child with a sad face and a lie on their nametag. These are the things that stain his evening thoughts, that remind him of days long past. Things are better now, he tells himself. I’m safe now. I can help kids in ways more important than even I realize. Sometimes, it helps him sleep. The look on Mateo’s face when he sees his first binder… it helps. The look on Mama’s face when he tosses a golden drachma into a spray of rainbow mist just before bed, the yell of happy surprise when she notices the call… it helps.

But there is still work to be done.


sorry this got super weird and dark aksjda ive been having Thoughts and i wanted to add them here. to lgbt, mogai, or otherwise queer people struggling with accepting their identity - it may not always seem like it, but its does get better. maybe not all at once or all the time, but please, take it one day at a time. remember the people that come after us too. we have to survive. for people like us, we have to survive. keep the legacy alive, keep fighting for a better future, so people like us, so kids like mateo here don’t have to fight quite so hard. and for the love of god don’t bind with ace bandages and don’t double bind!!!!!!! be safe out there, you dorks! - mod will

love in a time of social media

love in a time of social media
part one. shance. eventual nc-17.
alternate universe. lance is the king of shitposts and selfies. shiro is an artist who loves his dog and fatalistic humor. somehow, they fall in love.
warning! underage drinking and casual use of marijuana


They meet online.

Specifically, they meet on tumblr. Shiro is an artist of middling popularity and Lance is a shitposter of the highest caliber. Shiro follows Lance months before Lance follows him; indeed, Lance is unaware of Shiro’s work until Shiro @’s him in a small comic.

‘I couldn’t resist,’ Shiro types below the image. 'Thank you for the inspiration, @lances-a-lot.’

Shiro—@white_iron—has a simple art style and a sharp sense of humor that makes Lance laugh out loud. He reblogs the comic, telling his followers to check it out, and proceeds to creep on Shiro’s blog. Lance’s first stop is Shiro’s small about section.

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rubberbangin  asked:

May I get some sweet egobang self esteem boost/ body worship like arins having a bad image day and dans there to help telling him how beautiful he is and kissing problem areas ?! Bless thank you

goddamn how’d you know that i’m a sucker for some good ol body positivity? 

in all seriousness, i adore arin’s body,, i love the broad body type and i wanna give him hugs

honestly i hope anyone with his body type knows how beautiful they are, i could admire arin handsome all day.

this includes some first kisses and it’s cheesy as all hell BUT i wanted to give our favorite animator some lovin

thanks for the prompt! hope you like it x


Danny was feeling particularly touchy-feely today.

He surprised even himself when he walked into the Gru//mp Space that morning and the first thing he did was plant a smooch on Arin’s forehead. The artist hadn’t even had the chance to say good morning, blinking up at Danny in quiet shock.

The blush sprinkled over his cheeks made it even sweeter, and the musician smiled fondly down at his adorable boyfriend. “Morning, baby. Did you miss me?”

Arin was very rarely at a loss for words, but his blush deepened as he struggled to reply. “Well, that was unexpected,” he managed, giggling a little.

Danny knew his behavior wasn’t what Arin was expecting. When the pair had first begun dating, Danny had been extremely paranoid and nervous to even hold hands. Arin had respected Danny’s hesitance and told him they could move one step at a time, and only with Danny’s permission.

Danny loved him for that.

Perhaps that’s why Danny was so nervous heading into the relationship–he’d had such strong feelings right away, and it’d scared him. He felt more and more secure with each passing day, however. Danny was usually a very affectionate person anyway, so now that his initial hesitance had faded, he wouldn’t let Arin have a moment’s peace.

He stood with his arms draped around Arin’s shoulders, pressing his face into Arin’s neck as the artist finished his work so they could go record. Danny was also more relaxed because the office was empty. (Although he did enjoy planting one on Arin’s cheek in front of Ross every now and then, just to make Ross roll his eyes and make retching noises.)

Arin reached up absentmindedly to ruffle Danny’s hair affectionately. “You’re in a good mood today.”

“Guess I just missed my snuggle man,” Danny teased, running Arin’s own locks through his long fingers. 

“I’m glad you’re…more comfortable,” Arin hummed, not wanting to embarrass the older man but letting him know he enjoyed the attention.

Soon after, Arin finished his work and they moved to the recording room. Immediately after the artist sat, Danny snuggled himself against his side, throwing an arm around Arin’s shoulders and pecking his cheek.

That delightful blush was back, and Danny thought to himself that he’d never get tired of making Arin blush. He looked so pretty like that. 

Then he leaned his head against Arin’s broad shoulder, placing his free arm across Arin’s torso. He watched contentedly as his boyfriend selected the game and entered the title screen.

“Welcome back, motherfuckers!” he yelled as soon as Arin had switched on the recording.

As Arin laughed and introduced the game, Danny kept up conversation but let his mind wander a bit as he rubbed circles into Arin’s shoulder. God, he simply adored Arin’s shoulders. Strong and built, just like his arms. His soft but powerful arms that looked like they could split a tree in half, but Arin was so gentle with them.

Danny’s eyes trailed down Arin’s arms to his tummy. A smile tugged on his face as he leaned more into the artist’s side. Arin’s sturdy frame and cuddle-able posture was an added bonus. He could stare at him all day.


As the recording session ended, Arin switched off the recording equipment, jotting down the time as he yawned. “Geez, that was a long one. You tired, babe?”

Danny inched forward until he was sitting on Arin’s lap, brushing the hair out of his boyfriend’s eyes and smiling softly. “Yeah. But I always enjoy spending time with you.”

Arin laughed, reaching up to lightly rest his hands on Danny’s waist. “Glad to hear it. Wouldn’t be much fun recording by myself.”

Danny decided then and there. He wanted to kiss him.

Well, he’d never been one to hate kissing, so he leaned forward, silently letting Arin know what he had in mind, to let Arin pull back if he wanted. 

But his eyes were warm and loving as he met Danny halfway, and they shared a very brief kiss where their lips touched curiously. Just enough so they could figure out each other, moving only slightly as they each pulled back.

Danny’s hands moved to Arin’s shoulders, and he squeezed. “Can we do that again?”

“I-Is that okay?” Arin asked, but his eyes were bright. Danny leaned forward again in response.

The second was longer than the first, still exploring and becoming attuned to the other’s taste. Arin tasted like cherry, probably from candy, and a little like toothpaste, but mostly just sweet.

Danny relaxed, pressing into the sturdy body beneath him. God, it was like he was floating. His hands roamed from Arin’s shoulders to his arms, and he squeezed slightly, loving the feel of the robust body under his hands.

Arin squeaked at the movement, and Danny’s heart beat a mile a minute at the sound. He really, really liked that noise.

They broke apart, both breathing slightly heavier than normal, and Danny admired the gorgeous sight of a flustered, red Arin. He rested his forehead against his boyfriend’s.

“I’m kinda relieved you actually wanted to kiss me,” Arin blurted, and his face grew hotter after the outburst. “I mean, um…”

Danny lifted his head, confused. “What do you mean?”

Arin wouldn’t meet his gaze, and Danny’s chest tightened with worry. “Arin? What’s wrong? Did I do something bad?”

“No, no! You didn’t do anything. I, uh…I just…it’s stupid, but…I thought maybe the reason you didn’t like touching me was…because I’m so fat. I, um, thought you didn’t like the way I looked.” This confession was stilted and came out quickly, as if Arin wanted to get it out of his system.

Danny felt his heart crack at Arin’s words. “Arin. Baby. Hey, look at me.”

“But I don’t want you to feel bad about it!” Arin yelped, still not meeting his eyes. “I, I want you to be comfortable with what we do. So, don’t blame yourself. I’m happy if you’re happy. I…just don’t…”


He finally looked at Danny, and the older man placed his hands firmly on Arin’s face. “I need to tell you something, and I want you to listen to me.”

Arin nodded.

Danny lightly smooched Arin’s forehead. “I adore your face. The way it turns pink when I kiss it, the silly expressions it makes during video games, the way your cheeks scrunch up when you’re smiling, the little lines next to your mouth that means you’re about to say something hilarious. I love it.”

Next, he kissed Arin’s left shoulder, trailing down his arm. “I’m obsessed with your arms. So strong and powerful, yet so soft and gentle. You could toss me over your shoulder without a second thought, but these arms have only ever hugged me with the affection of a lover.”

He picked up Arin’s hands and kissed his palms. “God, your hands. Look at them. Able to craft masterpieces on paper and still leave the feathery feeling of light touches on my face. Such talented hands, bigger than my own, and I cherish the way they feel tangled up with my own hand. I feel safe in these hands.”

Then he kissed Arin’s chest, running his fingers along Arin’s belly. “Your body. The perfect body to cuddle up to when it’s cold. It radiates warmth. I love the way it carries a powerful feeling, yet it’s like a teddy bear. I adore resting my head against it, feeling like I’m home. It’s all soft curves and pink sides, begging me to kiss it and love on it. Your body is perfect.”

Danny looked up at the sound of a sniffle, and Arin wiped his eyes. “Arin, I don’t want you to ever think I don’t adore every inch of your body. You’re so beautiful, baby. Trust me, it’s harder for me to keep my hands off of it.”

Arin giggled at that, reaching his arms out to envelope Danny in a hug. “Thank you, Dan. You always know what to say.”

“Only because it’s true,” Danny murmured, resting his head against Arin’s collarbone.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, Danny tracing patterns into Arin’s arm and feeling his eyelids droop. It was rather late already, and they’d had a long day.

Arin tilted his head towards the clock. “Guess we should be getting back, huh?”

Danny’s grip tightened slightly as he moved his head to grin up at Arin. “Only if you give me another kiss before you go.”

Arin was all too happy to oblige.

Written by Linda Sharp, one of the most talented journalists in the country. The sad thing is that those in greatest need of reading this article would quit midway through the first paragraph.

What Will It Take?

So, you voted for Trump.

You cheered his rhetoric of hate and phobias.

You proudly wore your “Fuck Your Feelings” t-shirts to his rallies.

You cried out “Lock her up!” at his events - not caring to comprehend that there is nothing to “lock her up” for. Hell, as recently as last night in Tennessee, you were still chanting that ridiculous mantra as he held another “Make Me Feel Great Again” rally.

You LOVED his blanket condemnations of Islam.

You grabbed your sac every time he hollered how Mexico would pay for his wall.

You death gripped your whiteness, so fearful of becoming the minority and having the treatment tables turned on you.

You happily lapped up every impossible promise he made.

You fact checked nothing. And you voted for him.

A man-baby so insecure with himself that he championed his own penis in a debate. A self-confessed womanizer, cheater, molester, and piece of excrement who has never had any use for religion was embraced by churchgoers because he said words like “abortion” and let people pray over him. A thin-skinned schoolyard bully who tweets as often and as foully as he farts his KFC emissions.

You voted for him despite the hordes of white supremacists who lauded him. You proudly stood shoulder to shoulder with them at his campaign stops. You joined in the mob mentality he meant to elicit each time he pointed to the penned in group of reporters and endangered their very lives.

You voted with your hate, with your ignorance, with your misogyny, with your fears, with your phobias, with your delusions.

You voted for his pledges to “drain the swamp.”

You spent 8 years hating on President Obama for every breath he dared to take, grabbing at every salacious made up story, ridiculing his time spent with his family, spent golfing, hell, you ridiculed his family as well. A family that never had a breath of scandal; a family that is affectionate, intelligent, close. A President who projected intellect, probity, empathy, sympathy; a President who was largely respected around the world.

When the election came around, you were more than happy to transfer your bullshit onto Hillary Clinton, believing all manner of made-up garbage, including that she runs a child rape ring from the basement of a pizza parlor.

Seriously, how fucking dense are you people?

Rhetorical question. No answer needed.

So, you voted for him. For that whole Make America Great Again emptiness, but then bumper sticker thinking tends to win the day in your crowd. Sorry, Trumper sticker thinking.

He has now been in office for just shy of two months. What will it take to make you finally wake up and see what you have let loose?

His great plan to defeat ISIS in 30 days? Where is it? Again, rhetorical question - it exists only between his ears and as expressed hot air when he rambles out loud.

He emboldened all the dullards who see only color, and who feel it is now their right to physically strike out at anyone who is not white - ripping off hijabs, punching people on subways, shooting them dead in bars - all accompanied by the words “Get out of my country!”

He hates Muslims so much (like you) that he has now tried twice to institute travel bans - except countries where he has financial interests, actual terrorists from those countries be damned - those Mu$lim$ are okey dokey? How do you reconcile that?

You gleefully supported over 33 hearings on Benghazi, not caring one whit how your tax dollars were being squandered on a witch hunt in which your own party could find no wrongdoing on Hillary’s part. Yet Trump orders an ill-conceived, bravado-laden raid over dinner resulting in women, children, and a Navy SEAL being killed, and you look away.

Seriously, the mental gymnastics you must be doing to be cool with that are worthy of a Simone Biles gold.

He promised you the “greatest health care” while stumping, and has now made it clear that what he supports is tens of millions being throw off their insurance, premium increases that will bankrupt your parents, and millions in tax cuts for his rich friends. Good luck when little Johnny needs asthma meds or you get ass cancer. Or you change jobs and your wife with diabetes can no longer get insured because of that pesky pre-existing condition of hers. Oh, and you are aware that her simply being a woman will be a pre-existing condition, correct? Perhaps you should have done your research and actually comprehended that the Affordable Care Act and the FOX slurred Obamacare are the same thing.

Maybe when enough of you start to die… will that be enough?

You derided Obama as elite for his impressive education, called him a celebrity because of his crowds. Then you elected a petulant, spoiled brat from Wharton, who was a reality TV star.

Does your hypocrisy chafe at all?

Trump assured you time and again that Mexico would pay for that big beautiful border wall. Mexico told him to fuck off time and time again. And now, today comes the confirmation in his own budget proposal sent to Congress that YOU will be paying the billions for a wall that will be meaningless.

Is that enough? What, no umbrage? No outrage?

You embraced his every childish taunt, his every 3 am Twitter rampage during the campaign, thinking them hilarious, brave, profound - how about now that he should be governing yet is more distracted by wars with Nordstrom and Snoop Dogg?

He making you proud by acting like a 12-year-old boy with his first cell phone?

That whole swamp draining thing? Um, he is surrounded by white nationalists, climate deniers, liars, and fellow million/billionaires. He loudly derided Hillary for giving a speech at Goldman Sachs - you booed and hissed and wanted her head - he has surrounded himself with former Goldman Sachs employees.

“Her emails! Her server! Security!!!!!” <—-There’s a popular one from the campaign trail. Yet you are as quiet as a ward of coma patients as his administration uses private email servers, he openly conducts the business of national security over dinner at his “winter White House,” invites Mar-a-Lago members to sit in on cabinet interviews, and he continues to use an unsecured Android phone.

Vacations? Golfing? Pfffft. “There’s just so much to be done,” Trump told CBS’ 60 Minutes in an interview broadcast Nov. 13, 2016. “So I don’t think we’ll be very big on vacations, no.” Melissa McCarthy (ahem, Sean Spicer), his sartorially challenged mouthpiece, told FOX “He will never take a vacation… he can’t sit still. He’s so eager to get things done and change things up – there is never an idle moment and so there is not going to be the word vacation will not exist in a Trump administration.”

He leaves tomorrow for the FIFTH weekend trip to Mar-a-Lago, where he most certainly fills his idle time with round after round of golf. He has played NINE times since taking office.

What, is golfing suddenly cool? Ok with all of you who derided every stroke Obama took? And the costs you all shit yourselves blind over in terms of “vacations” when Obama was in office? All these $3 million trips to Florida hunky dory with you? West Palm Beach is starting to realize what a bankrupting grifter he is as his repeated trips are threatening the very existence of many businesses: “We’re going broke.”  $1.7 million dollars in taxpayer money that has gone from the WPB coffers to his security? The White House refuses to even acknowledge the requests to be reimbursed.

Melania living in Manhattan and costing you (all of us) just shy of a million a day? Look, I am fine with their choice to let Barron finish the school year there. My own family has made that choice, hell, we are LIVING that choice, and have been for over 9 years. BUT WE ARE PAYING THE COSTS OF OUR CHOICE.

<Insert crickets.>

Of course, it’s ok with you. You’d rather eat from a buffet of Trump’s rectal remnants than admit, perhaps, that you got conned by a man who literally earned the moniker Don The Con DECADES ago. You got played by a reprobate who has made a very public display of constantly and consistently cheating, lying, ripping off, and threatening people all his life. The Art of the Deal? Sorry, the only art here is the art form to which he raised carnival barking.

So what will it take? THAT is a serious question.

Will you have to see your own grandparents starve to death as Meals On Wheels evaporates? Will Putin have to be caught with his tongue in Trump’s mouth and his hand down his trousers for you to stop with the “fake news” bullshit? Sorry, but just because news doesn’t make your head feel good or your pee pee hard does not make it fake. Will your child have to die in front of you because your healthcare disintegrated? Well, you can take heart in all those new weapons of death he has promised for the military.

What will it take for you to finally admit that you were lied to, vote grifted, used?

I suspect for most of you will take a target finally being squarely placed on your back.

Whether it is healthcare, bankruptcy, your coal jobs NOT coming back, your deployed spouse or child being blown to bits in a war of distraction and bravado, or finally being labeled a “loser” by Trump for being poor - it will happen.

You cheered as he targeted Muslims. Because you aren’t one. You applauded as he targeted the LGBT. Because you aren’t one. You proudly wore your MAGA hats as he targeted Mexicans. Because you aren’t one. You laughed as he constantly went after minorities (pssst, brown people). Because you are not one. You clapped like a deranged seal as he repeatedly took aim at Black Lives Matter supporters. Because you are not one. You blew off his obvious ridiculing of a disabled reporter. Because you are not disabled.

Your target is coming. It is inevitable. You will need something at some point - we all do - assistance, insurance, school lunches for your children when you lose your job, food stamps, housing aid, an emergency operation, and on and on. And when you do, you will be a loser, a taker, a welfare cheat. Too bad you can’t eat boot straps.

Some of you are slowly opening your eyes - comment sections now contain those who confess to making a mistake with their vote, TrumpRegrets collects all the staunch supporters who have finally realized they have been chewing on bullshit, not red meat, thrown to them by this fraud. Investigations into his lies and connections (and those of the cadre of villains around him) are ongoing and more is gleaned every day.

His house of cards is coming down. Alternative facts, fake news, Tweets meant to distract, all of it, will eventually give way to cold, hard facts that reveal how vile, corrupt, compromised, and naked is this emperor. Sadly, however, the damage has been done.

And you own it. All 62 million who looked the other way at every horrific statement, heinous promise, and pledge to hurt other people. You did this to our nation because, like Trump, you cared more about winning than you do about your neighbors, this country.

What will it take? Pain.

It’s coming Trumpers. But when you are crying, in need, damaged, bereft don’t expect the majority that tried to keep this from happening to feel sorry for you.

To quote your t-shirts: Fuck Your Feelings. (Jack x Anti Tickle Fic)

This was a really really cute prompt so I wanted to write it lol. Glad I had enough motivation. 

Idea from @catfishwierdo : Mark, Dark, Jack and Anti all live together, Dark and Mark take a vacation, and the two irishmen decide to watch movie. There’s a tickling scene, and Anti learns something new.


Warning: tickling, teasing, tickle fight, profanity

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anonymous asked:

How would the chocobros react to a pyrophobic person in the party?

Ah, interesting ask- let’s seeeee :D (Also, just in case anyone doesn’t know, or is having one of ‘those’ days like me, pyrophobia is an irrational fear of fire- possibly dating back to man’s discovery of fire waaaay back when!). Note: Ignis’ drabble ended up being in his POV because I thought that would create more variety in the responses- plus I like the idea of having a rather hawt, yet friendly friend like Iggy okay? xD

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Noctis: Noctis would kind of just take the situation for what it is. You’re pyrophobic? He refrains from using fire around you. It’s as simple as that. He may be aloof and he might look like he really doesn’t care about what’s going on around him, but he’s actually much attuned to his party members’ comforts and discomforts. Especially yours, given that he doesn’t really know too much about you. As such, ever since you joined the party, Noctis would adamantly insist that the chocobros stay at motels and caravans and anywhere basically that has a source of light that isn’t fire. During the times where you and the boys have absolutely no choice but to camp out under the stars, Noctis is the one who keeps you distracted with his “Prince of Derp” act, so that you’re too busy laughing to actually be freaking out about the roaring fire in the middle of your camping gear. Prompto says that Noctis does all of this because he might like you a little more than just ‘as a friend’- but when you try to ask Noctis about his potential feelings towards you, he merely flushes a slight pink before threatening to use fire on you. Invasive questions forgotten, you to Gladio and hide behind him- both from Noctis and the red hot flames threatening to engulf you into its fiery depths.

Prompto: Out of all the Chocobros, Prompto would be the most sympathetic to your irrational fear of fire. Prompto’s afraid of a lot of things- closed spaces, thunder, lightning, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, being left by himself, rejection- you name it! And so, when you divulge your fear of fire to Prompto one night after he finds you huddled in the corner of the tent, shivering to yourself, Prompto simply gathers you into his warm and safe arms. He rocks you back and forth and talks to you about all how his stupid irrational fears, even going as far as telling you some funny little stories about how his so-called-phobias got him stuck in terrifyingly-hilarious situations. Your favourite story is about the time Prompto had snuck into Noctis’ room in the Citadel because Noctis didn’t want to go back himself in the middle of the night to get his spare game console controller from his room. Noctis and Prompto had planned a gaming marathon and Noctis had accidentally stepped on Prompto’s controller on the way to getting the popcorn Ignis had pre-prepared for the boys before he left the apartment for the night. And so, apparently Prompto had to lock himself into Noctis’ small, dark broom closet (what kind of teenager had their own broom closet?!), and he ended up being found by none other than King Regis, because the blond had been screaming loudly, having had been terribly scared and freaking out, by 2 am in the morning. Hearing Prompto’s silly stories, whether they were made up or not, made you forget your silly fears and you absolutely adored Prompto for being such a supportive and sweet friend.

Gladio: Gladio found out about your fear of fire when you and the Chocobros were facing a rather crazed trio of iron giants in the middle of the night. Noctis had called for Ignis to enhance all equipped weapons with the element the iron giants were all relatively weak to, and unfortunately for you, Ignis decided that fire was the element of choice in that particular case. When you saw the warm elemental power racing towards you, your eyes opened wide in fear and you let out a blood curdling scream before ducking from the enhancement. The boys had all momentarily stopped in the midst of battle and turned to you in shock as you stood in the middle of the roaring daemons, absolutely terrified. Gladio had been the one who had literally thrown you out of the fray before joining the others to finish the daemons off. You were still shaking when he came back, a stern glare in his usually warm amber eyes.

“Are you serious? You’re afraid of fire?! And you didn’t even bother to tell us?” Gladio roared at you. Prompto had flinched at the roughness in Gladio’s voice and you couldn’t hold your tremors in any longer. You wailed- and it was freaking embarrassing- but you couldn’t help it. You were scared and shocked and Gladio was just making everything worse for you. You caught Ignis’ ram-rod straight stance slouch slightly at the sight of your distress, and you were almost sure that Ignis would be the one to comfort you- but then you felt large, heavy, but warm hands rest on your shoulders. You were pulled into a very warm chest, with your wet cheek pressed gently against bare skin and rock-hard pectoral muscles. “Ah, shit. Don’t cry… I was just worried. What if you’d gotten hurt or something? That would suck.” Gladio rumbled softly into your hair.

From then onwards, Ignis tried his best not to enhance your weapons with fire. Even when he absolutely had to, Gladio made sure he was in front of you and ready to take up the extra magical energy so he could pound into the daemons with extra vigour on your behalf.

Ignis: Ignis remembered the way you smirked uncomfortably when he introduced himself to you. Ignis Scientia. The fire of knowledge… or something along those lines at least. Ignis had been confused about your reaction to his introduction. He’d been rather self-conscious actually- was he really all that off-putting? Noctis had said that his personality was somewhat off-putting to those who didn’t know him. Ignis sighed quietly and fixed his glasses atop his nose so that they were in place in front of his deep green eyes. He didn’t have time to worry about your opinion of him- he had four hungry mouths to feed. And it was your turn to help him with ‘kitchen duty’- funny it was called kitchen duty. Ignis would hardly call the camp stove and folding table a ‘kitchen’. Oh well, you make do with what you have in your disposal…

“Y/n? Would you light the stove for me while I chop up these ingredients for the stew?” Ignis called out. He watched you fumble with your shoe laces on the ground before standing up and regarding him with a deer-in-the-headlights expression on your face.

“Huh? Why can’t I cute the veggies?”

Ignis sighed and shook his head at you. “Because you always either cut them too thick or thin- besides, lighting the stove is hardly taxing-”

“I’m scared!” Ignis heard you blurt out, your eyes darting here and there- anywhere but into his curious gaze.

“I beg your pardon, y/n…” Ignis trailed off, his perfectly groomed eyebrows raised. You shook your head and gulped, taking a step towards Ignis.

“I’m scared… of fire. I’m pyrophobic.” Ignis opened his mouth to speak, looking confused before he shut his mouth in sudden realisation.

Oh, that’s what… explains their reaction to my name…

Ignis shook his head and made his way towards you, grabbing your hand and gently placing the lighter in it. He led you towards the stove, and noticed how your hands shook in his gloved grasp. He let out another sigh, not of exasperation, but of sympathy, and helped you hold the lighter correctly. He heard you whimper.

“No… don’t make me!”

“Relax, I’m right here. You just,” Ignis pressed the igniter and you yelped loudly, drawing the attention of the other guys, and led your head towards the open stove top. With the gas running, he led both your hands towards the gas piece and you began sobbing in fear. Ignis held your hands tighter and the flame suddenly appeared on the stove. You screamed in absolute fear and rammed your back into Ignis’ solid warm chest, collapsing against him as you sobbed like an absolute baby. You were embarrassed, but you were also terrified. You could have been burned, you could have died, you could have passed out and fell into the flame… “Do that.” Ignis finished off, his voice close and comforting. You let out a muted scream through your shut mouth and squinted your eyes shut.

“I hate you.” You seethed at your fire-friendly friend. Ignis shook his head, a fond smile on his lips as he pulled you around and into his chest. You inhaled his comforting sense and punched him gently on his hard back before sniffing haphazardly into his chest. His hands soothed down your hair as he rocked you back and forth in his arms in an attempt to comfort you.

“I know. But you showed so much courage. You’re amazing, y/n. Simply amazing.”

HannibalCon RDC3 - day 2: personal recap

Day2: Hopefully with a few less spelling and typing errors (sorry!).

So my inner clock woke me again at 5:30, making me extremely grateful that I actually went to my room, bathtub and bed yesterday evening after the truly astonishing, hilarious and fantastic FannibalMusical and the equally awesome Cosplay contest. My voice was nearly gone from all the squealing and whistling and cheering on :). More of that later.

The hotel has english breakfast, which is yummy but I truly can’t quite stomach it on not enough sleep so I stuck to croissant with fruit which is also quite alright^^.
My first stop for the day was for my photoshoot with Aaron and Scott and I asked them to do bunny ears on me and I LOVE how their expressions turned out^^.
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They are both very sweet and kind and it has been my honor to meet them here, hopefully will happen again (damn, I’m getting emotional and there is still one whole day ahead, geez).

Anyway, small break after that, got my additional autograph vouchers and then went back to queue for Hugh. Probably the longest and fastest building queue…. ^^. They went through the queue to get to the room for the group photo (which I didn’t take) and you know, it’s something you have to say for Starfury: they’re “near”. Meaning, they don’t just show up for two minutes of stage time and then get escorted back by heavy security as in other cons, but they’re actually there, walking around. Of course they retreat after the various shoots and panels but they don’t get hid away in a sense. You get to walk by Hugh Dancy in a corridor on chance. They walk right through the crowd to the shoot. They sit next at the table to you or at the contest at a table just over there. It’s…. intimate :P. And very very precious and appreciated. There is like a feedback loop of energy that will buffet you for the days there, and, from experience, for the months to come.

Anyway, I have to say Demore’s calming me down the evening prior had helped and of course having seen them up close before I wasn’t -quite- as nervous as at the last con anymore for the photos. Still ran little circles into the carpet and probably drove everybody around me nuts. I’m sorry guys (whoever stood around me).
Hugh did something close to what Eddie Izzard did, he greeted you (with a smile) and then offered you an open embrace. I know other people asked for various poses (and got them, he said at the panel he even picked someone up^^ (which he apparently shouldn’t have^^)), but honestly, that posing was just fine with me. I mean, I got to embrace Hugh?^^
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Just noticing that you can’t see my hand which was around his back and very lightly on his waist. Well you all know he is built from The Path. Just sayin’.
I said thank you and he said you’re welcome and ‘I love your shirt’. Which is so nice because these little comments aren’t prompted. And I love that the smile reaches his eyes. I think / hope he had a fantastic time this weekend, as we all did (imho).

I had to go right to the next queue for Bryan and Bryan + Demore next. And you know Bryan probably had the time of his life (bless him). I asked him for a hug and I got a really tight one - not for the camera. *sniff* He asked how much I’d slept and laughed when I said 'not much, 3h’. Got another hug for the camera. It must have been hell for his back because he bent down and went slightly low with his legs all the time but… look at it.^^

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He is taller than Hugh^^. Thank you, Bryan. I hate myself in here but I remember the feeling and that is the bestest ^^.

Just a few minutes later was the pic with Bryan and Demore and I asked them for bunny ears as well and look. At. Their. Faces. *g*

I love^^.

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I went to the main hall after since Aarons and Scotts panel was up (Hughs and Bryans signing was moved through sheer fannibal queuing force^^ (another thing, Starfury does not cut the lines and I’m grateful for that… it just might take longer and things might get moved around a bit. I heard from the SDCC? that they cut the autograph lines for Hugh there and… imagine that. That sucks.)
You can see the pics from the panel (you may take photos as you wish, but no filming) on twitter. It was -hilarious-. I mean, even Martha commented on it^^. Somebody brought Hannibals collar from Digestivo and “Margot” had a riding crop and… well. There were high heels involved as well and Aaron lost it on stage.
Just…. read through the tag. They reaaaaallly love to play off each other. God I hope we get more of team Sassy Science.

I admit I skipped Ellens and Demores talk after that because I needed food. We went over to the unhealthy but cheaper option and collected our autograph items for later. Hughs and Bryans panel was next. Only…. Bryan was still busy and so Hugh did the panel alone for the most part. And I think he was a bit … not reserved exactly but careful as to how he phrased things? He did have a lot of fun though I think, some of it made him laugh in earnest and blush :P. He gives very honest and deep answers and that is fascinating to witness. Also, yes, his face is that mobile and it is astonishing^^. I had to go and queue for autographs close to the supposed end, I learned later that I just missed Bryan (though I did hear the cheering and surmised as much) and well. Go and read the tag. Bryan apparently almost opened the thing with telling everyone that Will&Hannibal would switch. And appently nobody even really asked the topping/bottoming question *g*. Anyway, I’m told it was a blast and that Hugh really was a bit relieved and Bryan called Hugh his crutch and that Will would stay part of Hannibal. They will give another panel today and I. Cannot. Wait.

Signing was very nice and relaxed, I had he ad signed and I had to grin a lot when I saw that they had put Scott and Aaron on opposite sides of the line….. LOL.
Anyway, went and collected photos inbetween and then went to the lobby to distribute more badges to their owner. At least I managed 3 (yay!) Also got to meet the lovely @vourer (Twitter) and I got my art book from @hanniwill (so beautiful!).
Went to my room for an aspirin and a breather and then queued early in front of the door to the main hall because I wanted a seat at a table in front (and got it, yay!).

The Hannibal musical was a riot, as mentioned before. And the booklet is extremely beautiful, made up with art and pics of the performers and I was so happy when 'they’ joined and watched as well, and I think they had the time of their lives as well. Or I hope so, because we did^^. Hugh blushed with the final scene^^. (They were in my direct left side line of vision when I watched the stage, I ended up holding up my arm the whole time because I got distracted watching them^^^).

Kudos to all those that made that happen, what a highlight.

Cosplay contest was another one, topped off by Bryan coming in with -his- Hannibal suit (you know the red black one) and Hugh in pyjamas, slippers and Masons blue robe. Thank you gods^^. The cosplays were diverse and hilarious at times (Funko pop hawaiian murder husbands!!) but Kay blew them away with her Mason makeup. And yes, it was…. whoa. ^^

We sang happy birthday for Demore and I think he was really moved. Precious.

I went to bathtub and bed after that because my inner clock sucks and I wanted to be able to be fit “enough” for the next day… because there’s still one photoshoot coming up… Bryan and Hugh. *giddy* And their autographs^^. And panels.

And lots of tears tonight.