but i kind of want to write it now

I don’t usually make posts like this unless I’m drunk and yet here I am, stone-cold sober on a Thursday night wanting to tell you all how amazing I think you are.

I’ve been in a variety of fandoms in my 20 years online and I’ve been writing fic and obsessing over my favourites shows for a long as I can remember. I can safely say that in the last ten years, no fandom has ever been as kind and welcoming and fun as this one. 

I know we’re going through a really crappy time right now. I know we seem to be fracturing more every day and the thing that gave us the most joy five months ago is making a lot of us sad. 

But I think it’s important to remember why we’re all here in this crazy little fandom for this stupid Yorkshire soap and these ridiculous messed up boys. Whether you think the plot is great or not, whether Robert and Aaron get back together in a month or a year or ten years when Ryan and Danny have both left and come back, whether you’ve been here two years or two minutes, we’re all here because we’re passionate about it and them and each other. 

And I for one am really glad I found you all.

JAC Announcement

Hey everyone! I hope you’ve all had an amazing day! I just wanted to let you all know that I am starting a new job tomorrow and I’m not sure what my schedule is going to be yet. Things have been sort of crazy and now that I’ll be working at 2 jobs things might become even crazier, but I am trying very hard to get these chapters wrote & published asap! All of you are very kind and amazing people and I can’t thank you enough for the awesome comments you all leave. If anyone has any questions or comments, please feel free to ask. I’ll get back with you as soon as I can. Although I am starting this job, I just wanted you all to know that I am still writing this story; I have so much more to write, so please don’t give up on me if I don’t post a new chapter every other day like I did when I first started out. I’m going to try my hardest to have at least 2 chapters out a week and there is a possibility that there might be more, we’ll just have to see. Thank you all for joining me on this journey! Writing ‘Just A Crush’ has been really exciting for me and I’m so glad that you all are enjoying it just as much as I am. All of your comments fuel my desire to write, so again if you have any questions or further comments, by all means ask away. I can’t wait until I have the new chapter wrote for you all! Y'all have a safe night! Taglist: @misscherryberry @fabmagines @amandaecrn @saravalentin20 @tokentransboy @miwinski19 @jessikared97 @luridmentor @aethelora-sims @poorexcuseofaband @theedwardscollection @trustnobodyshootfirst @liv810 @thatshellfiredean @trinty33 @mandilion76 @nedxwynert @earthtokace @roses-are-bae @animenerdz1819 @thorinthorout @aquamarine17

Originally posted by spoop

anonymous asked:

So if the confession/choice/defining moment for the romances are done in Chapter 15, and there are 21 chapters... That means we don't have to wait until Book Two to experience the awkward and cute beginnings of the romances :'D I AM EVEN MORE EXCITED NOW

Yeah, at the moment the plan is to have the choice in Chapter 15 :D

It is quite early in the series, but it doesn’t mean the romance will actually start then. It just means I can be more specific with romance scenes if I know who the player actually wants to romance.

So far I’m kind of writing flirt scenes that could work anywhere, but I want there to be the start of actually building the romance. The only way to do that is to have the player pick early.

But yeah, even though the romances won’t ‘start’ in Book One, there will be much more romance-type scenes towards the end of Book One, after the choice is made ;)

I hope that all made sense, lol!

Thank you so much for the message :)

Tools and Things

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader

Request: Anon. asked: Ooh can you do a Bruce Banner fic with prompt 38? Thank you

Prompt #38: You are such a nerd.

Warnings: Nothing, just pure fluff, and adorableness. (I felt like Brucie needs some happiness)

Word count: 1102

Summary: Reader comes home from a three-month mission as a field medic, healing the Avengers in action, when needed. It’s nearly Christmas, so the pair wants to spend as much time together as possible before the reader has to leave again. 

A/N: I actually had a lot of fun writing this one. It’s kind of unusual, but I love it.
The setting is in winter, mostly because that’s my favorite season and I’m really hating the heat right now. (Lollllll I’m dying)

/////Let me know if you want to be tagged in my work!

“You’ll never catch me!” I shout breathlessly, running through the halls of the base in fuzzy socks and pajamas. Bruce trails behind, struggling to maintain a fast pace with his new pair of socks. I slide just in time to round a corner, fumbling slightly. A thud and a groan catch my attention. Slowing to a stop and looking back, I find Bruce on his side, pushing himself back up. 

I’m hunched over, hair in my face and hands on my knees when a wave of giggles erupt. He looks up eyes wide and smirking. I immediately put a hand to my mouth to cover the snickering.
“Are you laughing at me?” He chuckles as he gets to his feet once again, his eyes meeting mine from across the hall. 

I shake my head, desperately trying to control myself.

“Come here, you,” he starts running towards me. It takes a minute to process what’s happening, and then I take off in the other direction, running into the lounge area. 

Laughter and squeals echo throughout, drawing some attention from a certain captain and his bird friend. 

“Are they always like this?” Sam asks, taking a sip of his coffee as he watches the pair of us chasing each other and jumping over the couches, only to trip over something and scramble back to our feet again. 

“Only around the holidays,” Cap sighs, as he too, take a sip of his coffee. 

Suddenly, the science geek’s feet slide out from under him as he attempts to round the side of the couch to grab me. I take that as an opportunity to hurry up the stairs, taking a quick glance out the windows at the gentle falling snow, before sprinting up the last set, Bruce quickly catching up. 

Through laughter and panting, I run through the level, Bruce nearly close enough to tackle me. I act fast, putting my hand on the nearest door frame and pulling myself in when Bruce goes sliding past. I hurry into the room, just realizing where we had ended up; the lab. 

Tony stands in front of a projected computer screen almost as tall as the room itself. He turns his upper half to catch me gliding towards the work station in the middle of the room. I close my eyes, breathing heavily, placing my hands down on its surface. My hair falling over my face as I chuckle slightly. Tony, still bewildered, opens his mouth to say something when Bruce comes rushing in, stopping in his tracks when he meets his friend’s eyes. 

“Come on, (y/n), I’m going to get you eventu-….heyyy Tony,” He scratches his neck awkwardly. 

“What- what’s up?” He stutters, shifting his eyes from the billionaire’s to mine and back again. 

“I could ask you the same thing, Banner,” Tony crosses his arms, smirking at the two of us while I’m patting my hair down and straightening my t-shirt out.

“We were just uh,” He looks away, not knowing what to say. 

“It’s all good Green Giant, I have security cameras, remember?” Tony points out, grinning. Bruce just looks away, his face turning a slight shade of red. I tuck my hair behind my ear, playing with the strings on my plaid shorts.

“And well, as for what I’m doing, I’m working on the project we were supposed to be working on today,” Tony turns around, waving his hands in front of the holographic screen, causing some formulas and equations to appear.

The Avenger steps forward, analyzing the data intently before turning to Tony, confused.

“But I thought you said we would start tomorrow, not today.”

Tony smiles, reaching out to pat Bruce’s shoulder, before leaning in slightly to look him in the eye, “I did,” he shrugs, “because it’s not every day she gets to come home,” Tony gestures towards my oblivious self, messing with some tools lying out. “So I figured you should enjoy your time with her before she has to go on her mission after the holidays.” 

Bruce glances over at me, smiling in adoration as I meddle with some of the contraptions. He looks back at Tony, “Thank you,” Bruce mutters.

“Hey, Tony?” I interrupt. Tony gives Bruce one last pat before making his way across the room to me. 

“What’s this?” I inquire when he reaches me, holding up a moderately sized metal object.

“Oh, don’t mess with that. It’s unstable…” Bruce rushes over to take the object from my hands, gently setting it down out of my reach. Tony snickers, putting his hand on his forehead. 

“Why, what is it?” I ask, suddenly intrigued.

“It’s a bomb that you should not be messing with,”  Bruce shoots me a glare, which causes Tony to burst out laughing. 

“Bruce, Bruce, that bomb is deactivated it’s not going to do anything,” Tony tries to reassure his friend, but it doesn’t work. 

“Tony, it’s a prototype bomb. We don’t want it going off and vaporizing everything within a sixty-mile radius.”

“The palladium charge was cut when we started tinkering with it. It can’t go off unless somebody decides it’s a good idea to shoot it.”

Here I sit, in a lab with a bomb, and a pair of science geeks arguing. I’m home after being on a long mission, it’s nearly Christmas, and it’s snowing. Life cannot get any better than this. 

“Well I’m going to have to stop you two there, may I remind you that I am a medical officer. I don’t understand all of these scientific terms,” I cross my arms and lean my hip against the surface, letting a grin makes its way across my lips. 

“And I obviously don’t know what half of these tools and things are,” I gesture to the work area, parts and components scattered along its surface. 

Tools and things? This,” Bruce holds up a computer chip, laced with hexagons. “is a backup drive for F.R.I.D.A.Y. And this is a more efficient palladium reactor that can power one of Tony’s suits,” He points out, getting lost in his little world of technology. He only stops when I wrap my arms around his neck, looking into his brown eyes.

“You are such a nerd,” I say simply before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. 

“Aw, this one’s going in the family album.” Tony stands behind us, tucking his phone in his pocket. 

I laugh before turning back to Bruce, “I’m going to make some hot chocolate, do you want some?” 

He nods and follows me out the door before turning to Tony and mouthing another “Thank you.”

lemonbird  asked:

IMPORTANT QUESTION. Vampires aren't suppose to enter a premise without being invited right? What if a hermit vampire was living in his falling apart old castle and some fuck bought it as a "fixer upper", would the vampire just glitch out on to the lawn or would he be okay since he lived there before?

Okay so this would depend on where you are in the world, and whether or not they had squatters rights (can’t be evicted and can apply for legal ownership of place once they have been there for X amount of years) but I mean, the dude owns the place, even if it is a run down mess he was still there first and there’s probably some ancient land ownership law which can’t be overwritten by modern laws (you find all sorts of weird things are still technically legal cause no one bothered to update the books since 1645) so basically whoever just bought this castle to turn it into a modern fixer upper, congrats, you also just bought yourself a vampire and he’s not going anywhere.

(Also now I kind of want to write this where a family buys it to turn it into a hotel/wedding venue and the kids find the vampire in the attic and he ends up being the weird uncle who gets roped into hilarious wedding related shenanigans?? Like 

“Okay yes fine, you can host weddings here, but registrar only, no religious ones.” 
“But Theolodious, why?”
“Really Sharon, really, do I have to spell it out for you. Really.”


“We really should increase the lighting for photographs, what about skylights?”
“How about I just set all of you on fire while you’re trying to sleep.”


“Please, for the love of god, please don’t let people throw confetti or rice, I’m begging you.”


“Okay what’s our final head count for the night?”
“Are you sure?”
“Did I fucking stutter Steve?”


“Uncle Theo, why does the groom have “help me” on the bottom of his shoes, why is everyone laughing?.”
“Because small one, humanity has failed collectively as a species and heteronormativity is a constructed lie designed to oppress over half the population for not conforming to arcane and chauvinistic ideals put in place by dead scholars who have long since turned to dust and have no place influencing modern society.”
“Permanence is an illusion.”


“Madame, flattering as your offer is for a quickie, you’re not my type.”
“What is your type then?” ;) ;) ;)
“O negative.”


“Whoo, what a day, I could eat a horse.”
“…well obviously I’m not going to.”


“Theo…are you…are you crying?”
“You big softie, I never thought someone like you would cry at a wedding.”
“…I’ve lived a long life, Sharron. People come and go, the christening you bless will be the funeral you mourn in less than a century. But people keep saying “I love you”, that has to count for something.”

writing fanfic like

Fic tags/warnings : angst, pining, friends to lovers, roommates, but they don’t live in the same actual room, flatmates, modern flat, domesticity, cooking, cooking breakfast, not cooking lunch or dinner, eggs, omelettes, non-veganism, dish ware, tea, drinking the tea, bickering, snark, watching tv, rupaul’s drag race, shangela, more pining, referring to boys as gorgeous, holding hands, interlaced fingers, legs touching, knees touching, fabrics, use of shoulder as a pillow, cuddling, breathing, hearts pounding, continued television watching, whispering, failing to act, time skips, sleeping, sleeping in separate rooms, nightmares, waking up, moving to the same bed, bed sharing, cotton sheets, awkwardness, hugging, comfort, a restful night’s sleep, morning breath, pretend disgust, staring into each other’s eyes, kissing, giggles, face touching, noses, butterfly kisses, fluff, lots of fluff, pressing together, frotting, frotting through pajamas, silk pajamas, flannel pajamas, friction, hardness, pleasure, sweat, ecstasy, sexual release, bodily fluids, mentions of laundry, implied bathroom usage, more breakfast, hugging from behind, feelings of surprise, feelings of contentment, happiness, hopeful resolution

Commenter: y wouldn’t u have a warning for doing the dishes? I hate being reminded of my chores, had to stop reading

I just, I really enjoy being private more. Starting the way everything started, I get to kind of claw a little bit of that back. I don’t feel like people know everything about me now. And there was definitely a time where I felt like people knew everything about me, and I realized I didn’t like that. Kind of also wanted to let the work do the talking a little bit. I mean definitely part of my ego wanted to see if I could write something that people liked without knowing everything about me.
—  “Harry Styles - Behind the Album”
A Game for Those Who Seek to Find a Way to Leave Their World Behind

Summary: In which Dan finds a strange board game and ends up playing it (and releasing its horrors) with his best friend Carrie and arch enemy, Phil.

Word Count: 6.9k

TW: uhh there’s just some kind of horrifying things in there so idk good luck

Genre: angst? i guess? but it’s a happy end it’s like good angst

this is a thing now because i rewatched jumanji today and felt inspired (if you haven’t watched the movie it’s literally amazing you can find it online….. completely….. not illegal… ahem)(you can still read this even if you haven’t watched the movie but it’ll be better if you have probably)

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Okay but what if Dennis simply realized and understood that Mandy wasn’t looking for an emotional relationship with him, and she and Brian Jr stay in Philly anyway so Dennis can have a relationship with his son without having to uproot his entire life to North Dakota? What we’d end up with is Dennis and Mac partially raising Brian Jr together. They probably babysit while Mandy is at work, and maybe they get him every other weekend, that type of thing. Just imagine the ridiculous antics that would ensue as Mac and Dennis try to keep a toddler alive together.

But they’re definitely not in a relationship. Dennis makes this very clear. They are not together, despite the fact that they turned Mac’s old room into a kid’s room with a tiny bed for when Brian Jr spends the night. And they (mostly) share the bed that’s in Dennis’ room, but sometimes Dennis throws a hissy fit and makes Mac sleep on the couch because moments when Mac gets extra domestic suddenly get too real for him to handle.

Then one day they take Brian Jr to the pediatrician and the doctor is super hot and super into Mac. We all know Mac is into muscular scientists, a doctor is probably close enough, and Mac is just kind of wondering what that body looks like under the white lab coat. He’s making those eyes at him, you know? Meanwhile, Dennis is looking awkward as hell watching the pediatrician flirt with his not boyfriend, after Mac explains that they’re not together. And he’s practically steaming from the ears as they’re leaving, Mac with a new phone number in his pocket.

Dennis tells himself he doesn’t care. Mac is gay and out and he can date whoever he likes. But then Friday night rolls around, Mac is out on his date, and Dennis is left watching Brian Jr by himself. His son won’t stop asking where Mac is, saying he misses him, and Dennis is like, me too little dude, me too. And so he texts Mac 911 saying he has to come home, Brian Jr may or may not have a fever. Mac ditches his date. He’s home in ten minutes flat, arriving in a mad panic that something’s horribly wrong, and Mac’s frantic concern over his son makes it all the more clear to Dennis that he loves loves loves this man so damn much. And he can’t keep lying to himself anymore, and all the feelings spill out into the open in a mess of barely coherent sentences. At the end, Mac is like… so Brian Jr’s fine? Dennis kisses him right then and there, and says that yes, Brian Jr is fine. And then Mac realizes what Dennis just confessed, and he finally gets to raise a kid with the man he loves, but like, for real this time. 

Stop it. Just stop it. Give me back my sanity. I admit I have been crazy about you and it’s not just the simple kind of crazy because it’s always been in the superlative. That’s how I have been crazy about you—the idea of you. You should have peeled off the mask you’ve been wearing because I can and I will, accept it over the fake love you showed. I want to be freed by the truth so now I ask you to show me the real you, the one behind the mask. I am tired of this game called love. Please, quit playing games with my already fragile heart. I am utterly broken, every piece of me is either scattered or missing and I don’t have the energy nor the will to search for them or to pick up them up one by one. I have been blind since the beginning. You’ve shown me the whole universe and you were my gravity who always pulled me to your side despite the countless lies you muttered. How could I resist you? Your words were purely magical and your presence was purely consubstantial with mine. You were my everything and it hurts to know that everything’s been in the past now. I have been living in the world of Alice. I was the princess stuck in the place of fairy tales. You were just a ghost, a phantasm of my own expectations. Your twisted reasons which I clung tightly to made me delusional to the point of insanity. I have invested too much, making you my whole words, no, my whole universe. I have been revolving around someone fictional and is made of paper. They say it’s never wrong to love someone however too much and I now wonder how did I find myself fooled. I even begged you to stay even though I completely knew my words would fall into deaf ears. You kept on ignoring my pleas but I remained patient, hoping against all hope everything would be all right eventually. Love involves risks and sacrifices but I know in myself I don’t deserve your kind of treatment. They’re all too much to bear even for a resilient one like me. I just want to be deemed as worthy to love and yet I now suffer from this cycle called endless pain.
—  c.i.j. // endless pain

anonymous asked:

If you had control on ending snk, how would you end the story?

Well. I want Annie to get a fucking redeemption arc. Please god. Let her join the Eldians and be on the same team as Armin and Eren. 

But in general, like, a conclusion to the entire plot? 

The Marleyans and Eldians come to some kind of agreement where they stay on opposite sides of the world where they can live away from each other long enough to get over their generations of bitterness. 

They can’t settle their differences, fine, but I don’t want to see one side or the other get totally eliminated.

I want them to take a damn time out and try to share the damn world, and realistically, it would take a looong time to get over it. 

Christa lives a long and happy life as a queen and fucking, Isayama, give her a wife or so help me god….

Connie and Sasha are alive and well. They get married and work for the government, maybe in agriculture or management of food storage. 

Levi and Hanji are alive and they get married. They go on adventures together, even when they’re old. Hanji never loses that scientist’s spark and Levi would never leave his last remaining friend  and partner alone. 

Jean…well. I see him being some kind of politician or head in the military. But the military’s not fighting anymore, so he’s really in charge of helping people settle outside of the walls and adjust to the “Real” world. 

I see him getting married, but I don’t know if I see him getting married to Mikasa. He’s the jealous type. 

Mikasa, well.

I’d like to see her branch away from Eren and perhaps use her strength for other things. 

Since in this ending, the fighting is over, she’s now allowed to pursue other interests. 

She’s never cared about exploring, not as much as Eren and Armin. 

I see her…settling down somewhere, keeping to herself, maybe taking care of horses and animals on a farm. 

I don’t see her…chasing Eren and Armin.

Like I know she wants to “be by Eren’s side” but I feel like that’s only because it’s a dangerous world and she feels she needs to protect him. 

I feel like she would trust Eren’s safety with Armin.

Which brings me to my next and final dream snk ending.

Eren and Armin, if they can’t have a cure, go out on a last adventure together.

They know Eren will die.

Armin knows he’ll follow shortly after. 

But Armin wants to show Eren everything before he does.

They travel as far as they can in the time they have left, mapping lands and admiring the view and camping on all kinds of terrain.

They settle down when the time is near and Armin prepares for the end. 

And when Eren does die, he buries him out there, I imagine on a cliff overlooking the sea.

And Armin is alone now, but he’s still got a job to do. 

He writes the entire story, everything that had happened up until that point. 

He leaves it at Eren’s grave for someone to find.

He goes back home to Mikasa, tells her the news. They mourn together and Armin has to tell Mikasa that he doesn’t want her to be alone, to find other friends and family once he’s gone. 

Maybe Mikasa and Jean reconnect here, I don’t know.

I could see that, actually. Mikasa and Jean, old friends, reminiscing about the past and realizing that they’ve been through a lot together and they have more in common than they ever thought. 


When Armin dies, Mikasa has him cremated. 

She goes out, maybe with Jean, maybe with the entire surviving 104th squad, with Levi and Hange with them. 

They bring his ashes out to Eren’s grave and scatter them over the cliff and all of them pay their last respects. 

I don’t know if the book Armin wrote is still intact after years of weathering. 

But what remains of it is still there, near Eren’s grave, and Armin’s too. 

it’s the story of a boy who wanted to see the ocean. 

and the story of the friend who took his hand and lead him there. 

okay i know that gotham is in a completely different continuity from the arrowverse but i just realized if it was the same continuity then bruce would probably be the youngest member of the justice league when it forms

so i’m just imagining an nineteen-year-old batman who is pretty intimidating because he does the batman voice basically being the Adult in a team of people who are all in the late twenties and early thirties so no one even suspects that he’s a teenager until the eventual unmasking, at which point they completely flip out

have you ever been in love? - reggie mantle

word count: 2.328 (oops)

warnings: swearing, i mention death like once

plot: a quiz about love makes reggie think about you

a/n: plot was inspired by this . i wanted to write something short and cute and now it’s 3am and i wrote this long ass thing

part 2

“Alright, class,” The teacher spoke up, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Hence today is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d give you all a short, small quiz!”

The announcement was met with a collective groan.

“It’s not that kind of quiz.” The teacher began handing out papers, a smile on their face. “It’s about love and even though it won’t get graded, try to answer the question seriously, don’t joke around.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi Addy! I wanted to ask who are your favourite fandom writers and what do you like specifically about their writing style or their fics :)

alright! here are a few of my favorites (definitely not all of my favorites, there are too many for me to list all of them ahaha).

TheCellarDoor (@donotdialnine) - Okay aha i feel like I never shut about it, but I just really think Patri does pining and tension THE BEST.  I always feel like I’m dying in the middle of the fic.  ahaha particularly with Faking it and also Autumn At My Window.  I particularly love how Harry and Louis are always so warmly written, also.     

missandrogyny (@paynner) - I part of why I love reading missandrogyny fics because they have a lighthearted sensibility.  @100percentsassy (another of my super favorite authors, lol) is always talking about how great it is when fanfics capture this sort of banter-y romcom quality, and I think paynner really does that so well!!! Everythings always entertaining and genuinely funny! i really loved to kill the mess we’ve made and I am very excited to read the cuddling fic this afternoon!!

RealName (@realname91) - I am just always super impressed by how emotionally believable things are in RealName fics.  And emotionally complex, too! Like, people are screwing up and hurting each other sometimes, but it’s understandable as to why.  My favorite of theirs is Big, Bright World, but I’m always trying to get everyone to read Cold, as well.  I mean the pining and the angst!!!! I went on a annie lennox listening tear after I read it. 

juliusschmidt (@juliusschmidt) - I’m not sure how to describe this exactly, but I love it how Alex writes stuff that like, accurately reflects the world and all the problems in it.  Like, realistically sexist teenage boy conversations or just subtle or not so subtle homophobia coming from character’s parents and friends.  Also, I think Alex is very funny.  I know I just recced her advent fic a little while ago, but also definitely read little wings on my shoes right away, if you have not!!    

stylinsoncity (@alienproof) - I feel Chelsie always has like 3500 ideas that she’s working on and she tries so many different things and it’s amazing. I really love the Wonderlands because there is so much emotion in it, i love the way Harry’s relationship with his daughter is handled.  so good!!   

 okay, that’s it for now! Sorry if I repeated myself a ton ahaha i just love emotions, i guess! 

GOT7 Reaction to -

You grabbing their dick through their jeans while making out


Got7 reaction to you grabbing that dicc through their jeans while your making out?? TY MOM ILY 💜💜💜


i’m sorry for the wait, it’s just school and such keep me pretty busy, and i probably won’t write a lot starting 2 or so weeks from now, because of exams. But thank you all for being so kind and patient!

Also it’s one am and my wifi isn’t working well, so the gifs aren’t great, but I hope you don’t mind.

no gifs here are mine; credits go to the owners


Well, I see him wanting to be one way like, ‘yea baby I know it’s big’ but honestly he’d probably blush first. Bambi would feel your hand and his cheeks would turn red, since he didn’t expect it. He would end up breaking the make out session since he laughed out of embarrassment. But really as cocky as he would want to be, he’d just get all blush.

“Y-your hand is on my… dick… yea”
You “Do you want me to move it?”
“W-well n-no”
You “Alright, shut up so we can keep kissing.”


I can see him as one to expect it. Like in the moment, he’d want it/feel it coming. When you rubbed his dick, he’d groan a little. Jaebum, would honestly find it so hot dom mode activated it would make the make out session a little more than just A Make Out Session. Also if you moved your hand, you best believe he’ll grab it and place it back where it was.

“Fuck baby, you really know what to do.”


I wanna say this would make him kinda playful in a way, but overall like more turned on. Since I do see Jackson as more of a playful lover, he would really enjoy it. He would chuckle, and possibly grind against your hand. I mean really, he’d just be set off and lookin’ for a fun night. 

“Did I ever tell you how good you are with your hands?”


Jinyoung would be one to tease you for doing such a thing. I feel as though he’d really enjoy it. The movement of your hand would immediately change the mood making him more needy. He’d place his hand on top of yours and move it to create more friction for himself.

“Who knew you were so dirty baby.”


For him, it would change his mood. It would probably lead him to be more in control. He would take your hand off his crotch and pin it above you/or hold it. He would probably grind against the two of you, so you both got friction. I mean this man here to please. As for being embarrassed or anything, not really, it would be normal for make out sessions to go in that direction. 

“Somehow, you always make me like this.”


Literally, he’d be So Embarrassed. This little sugar plum would end up blushing like there was no tomorrow. I mean he’s already so subby as is and it’s so cute. He would definitely get more embarrassed than Bambi, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like it. As he would get more comfortable with you, he’d end up asking for more.

“You can’t just do that and not give me more.”


Sugar plum baby 2.0. I see him going 2 ways, depending on his mood for the night. Either melting into you, or taking control. However, I think more often than not, he’d end up melting into you. He would blush, but the kiss would carry on. He’d probably grip you tighter as a way to signal you for more.

“Please, more than that, I need you.”

-Admin A

Taken for Granted (pt 4)


You didn’t realize what exactly you had signed up for when you agreed to the job. Sure, you had some experience, but working as a manager full time was quite tiring. But you felt good going to bed each night, knowing you had done a job well done.

You became good friends with the GOT7 boys, and they helped you out whenever they could, knowing that you were new and temporary. The boys had recently released a new album and were starting their schedules at music shows. You barely found any free time for yourself, but you couldn’t help but think about the bts boys. You missed hanging out with them.

They still tried to contact you whenever they had the chance, but everyone knew it wasn’t the same. You wish you could make time for them and your personal life, but you knew that the following weeks were only going to get busier.

After a few weeks, your schedule seemed to be rather redundant. You had to usher the boys to music shows and interviews every day. You were proud of them for always keeping a smile on their face, despite being very tired. You were starting to realize that perhaps you didn’t really like this job. You were constantly out on the road and you had to deal with incredibly rude people and to be honest, you didn’t know how much more you could take. 

After one especially long day, you were surprised to see that the boys had a free night. You dropped them back at the dorms quite early and each of the got7 boys thanked you as the got out of the van. Pretty soon, you found your way to your own apartment and was getting ready for a shower when you heard your phone buzz. 

You couldn’t help but smile at your phone. You loved Jin like a brother, but why did you feel your heart flutter a bit? Over these last few weeks, you had learned to forgive Namjoon too. You didn’t want to cut him out completely because you loved all the boys too much to do that. And with being so busy with work, you had learned to get over your feelings. You had the confidence to look at Namjoon now without butterflies in your stomach, you were sure.

You placed your phone down and went to take a shower. After relaxing into the warmth of the water, your mind began to race with the possibilities of writing music. Hell, you even had a minor in music from college. Classmates and colleagues had told you a countless amount of times that you had talent, but weren’t they just being friendly? But after what Jin had mentioned, you now had something serious to consider. It had been a long time since you had written a song, and you were quite scared to show anyone your work, but you realized how happy it would make you hearing someone perform your piece.

And so, after months, you pulled out your guitar and empty sheet music and spent hours, writing and playing whatever came to mind. 

Jin placed his phone down with a smile on his own face. He missed talking to you, your playful banter. He missed seeing you around the dorms watching movies or helping him cook or trying whatever it is he made. He just missed your company. So he was content with these small moments he had with you, even if it were simply over text. He couldn’t help but feel excited about seeing you soon at music shows. 

Namjoon sat across from Jin, noticing the look on his hyung’s face. “What are you smiling about?” he asks, laughing. 

“Huh? Oh nothing” Jin says, finally out of his trance-like state. 

“Who were you texting that you have that weird grin on your face hyung?” Namjoon asks again. 

“Oh, y/n” Jin says.

And just like that, Namjoon’s own smile fades quickly. Everytime Namjoon tried to forget about you, his mind flooded with images of you. The more he tried to erase the images of you from his head, the more he found himself thinking about you and how much he was missing you. Of course, he didn’t want to admit it. 

“H-how is she by the way?” he asks, slowly.

“Good I guess. She said she didn’t really like her job though. I told her about taking up music again” Jin said, honestly.

“She’s into music?” Namjoon asks, quite shocked.

“Yeah…. I’m pretty sure she even studied music a little bit in college. I heard her singing a few times and she even writes a little but I think it’s really good” Jin said, smiling again. Jin thought back to the first time he caught you singing. You were cleaning up the dance practice room after the boys had left. Jin realized he forgot something and went back, only to find you singing and dancing with the mop while you cleaned the floor. He was immediately captivated by your voice, and he couldn’t help but smile at your funny dance with the mop. And before he could help himself, he found himself introducing himself to the beautiful girl dancing around his practice room. And since then, you become good friends with both him and the rest of the group as well.

“Is she thinking about changing careers then?” Namjoon asked.

“I’m not too sure. She said she would think about it, but I think she just wants to finish off strong with the job she has now. I told her we could show her the ins and outs of writing music if she wants” Jin continued.

“I-I could teach her a few things I guess…” Namjoon said. He smiled at the possibility of you two spending time together. 

“Hey, I’m sure she would appreciate that! I’ll ask her when she’s thought about it some more!” Jin said excitedly. 

Both boys now smiled while they looked down at their hands. “More time with Y/N” they thought, excitedly. 

Previous Parts: Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

A/N: SOO this kind of took a turn I wasn’t expecting. Hope y’all like it??? Let me know what you think please. How should the story go from here? Let me know if you want a part 5, or I might now really continue this series. I apologize again for posting after so long. I’ve been on vacation and then suffering from jet lag, so I hope you understand!

i can’t get the idea of the young avengers going to a dumb college halloween costume party dressed up as the older avengers out of my head - like america goes as captain america, kate as hawkeye (she basically just dresses exactly the same as usual, she acknowledges that it’s a bit of a cop out, but she doesn’t care), teddy as hulk (he paints himself green and wears a shitty wig because he claims just turning green would take away half the fun), noh-varr as black widow (he thinks she’s pretty kick-ass, plus i reckon he’d be up for the costume), tommy as quicksliver, billy as thor and david who just goes as himself because he doesn’t have the time to make himself an outfit and most of his options are gone. but then some shit goes down (as it always does) and they actually have to fight but stuck in their home-made avengers costumes 

wishiestwash  asked:

Wait are those people mad at you because you're married and write romance stuff? I don't get it? Why is that an issue?

No, they’re mad because I am not writing their kind of romance and having a really great time doing it. 

The way some of it was phrased was like trying to shame me for writing “fic” styled work because I’m adult woman who should be writing “normal” things by now, like them. Whatever the heck that means like honestly I don’t even know. 

It was like some collective high school move where someone notices you having a good time with your friends and comes up into your corner like “you can’t sit with us” and I’m just over here with all the other weird kids like me going “cool, never wanted to.”

So then they had nothing left to pick on so resorted to “yea well how does your husband feel about that” and it’s like I’m really sorry Susan, but I didn’t marry a Chad. I married another well adjusted weirdo like me who doesn’t hate me or shit on the things I love.

An amazing concept, I know.