but i think this is the tv show to get my groove back with

His Name [1]

Chapters: 1 | 2
Words: 5.5k
Genre: Angst, Multiple Personality!Au
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.
→ Inspired by the Korean Drama - Kill Me Heal Me
Warnings: Topics of mental health, mentions of death and medical disorders. 
Disclaimer: Although this piece of work required lots of in-depth research and was attempted to be as accurate as possible, at the end of the day, I am not a psychologist and this is fanfiction. Please take all medical terminologies and procedures with a grain of salt.

Cr.

His eyes flash open.

“You need us.”
                      “Jungkook.”
    “We’re only trying to help you.”

He bolts straight up, only to fall off the mattress and onto the hard ground. The thin, cardinal curtains are closed, trickles of sunlight pouring in and painting the unfamiliar room in a hue of crimson. His head is pounding and his eyes are swollen; he doesn’t know where he is or who he is.

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For when you get in that slump

The dreadful slump. I feel like this happens with everything, reading, writing, playing video games and especially studying. Even though this may not apply to everyone (lucky you honestly) I hope that this list can help someone get inspired to get out of that language studying slump because this is what I usually do!

So for #1: Start small

  • And I mean don’t try and make yourself sit down and study for 2 hours straight (unless that works for you then wow). But if you do that you’re going to just burn yourself out even quicker and looking at a language book or however you study will probably just put you off of studying even more. So I say study in bursts of around 10-20 min and then just increase that time. This goes into my second point..

#2: Listen to music in your target language

  • This makes studying more low-key because it’s more passive studying. Even though you might be doing something else, you’re at least hearing the words being sung and thats better than not hearing the words at all. Hopefully this will kickstart you belting into song and BAM you’re actively studying now by actually singing the words too.

#3: Watch some movies/tv shows

  • This is more active studying because you can either put on subtitles so you’re reading it while you’re watching your favorite movie or change the actual language spoken. Usually I think it’s more beneficial to put on a movie/tv show that you know and then change the language with no subtitles so you’re actively working your brain and you get to watch something fun!

#4: Go back to the basics

  • And sometimes this is just an added step and can be skipped over. But I have a bad habit of trying to start up where I left off and then I get discouraged because I forgot more words than I thought or some simple grammar rules. So I just swallow my pride a bit and then look over the simple stuff.

#5: Study what you like

  • This one might be a bit odd but it works for me, so I hope it works for you too. By this i mean don’t force yourself to study all the different ways to say “to work” or something like that. (At least not yet, remember this is to just get out of the slump). Study things like different holiday names, or types of pastries, song lyrics, quotes, etc. I mean if you like studying the conjugations for “to work” then go ahead if that gets you out of your slump!

So these are some of the things that I do to get back in the groove. Also feel free to add on to this too if you want. I hope this helps! And here’s a gif because I honestly can’t help myself. 

Bonne chance et amusez-vous bien! 

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Adam Lambert Talks New Song, New Sound, and Those Old ‘American Idol’ Judging Rumors
Adam Lambert photo courtesy of Warner Bros.

“I think there’s been talk that I’m going to be a judge [on American Idol] every year since I’ve been off the show,” chuckles Season 8 runner-up Adam Lambert, when he’s asked about recent rumors that he’ll be joining his pal and Direct Management roster-mate Katy Perry behind the judges’ table on ABC’s Idol reboot. “I don’t know where this talk comes from! I don’t think I’m going to be a judge on American Idol. But I’m always flattered by the speculation.”

Lambert is forever grateful for his Idol experience (“I owe the show the world,” he says), but the man hardly has time to commit to a regular TV gig right now. Along with his international tour fronting Queen — on which he fills the late, great Freddie Mercury’s mighty-big platform shoes and wins over fans in every city — he’s just released his glam slam of a new solo single, the unsubtly and unapologetically titled “Two Fux.”

Co-written with Trey Campbell, Big Taste, and Lambert’s longtime friends Ferras and Sarah Hudson, the delightfully attitudinal rock ’n’ roll waltz showcases the newly scarlet-haired showman at his sassy, glammy, and occasionally hammy best. It’s hard to imagine Lambert being any more confident than he already was, but on “Two Fux,” he sounds almost superhuman. And he sounds supremely comfortable in his (copiously tattooed) skin. At age 35, after eight years of being in the sometimes unforgiving public eye and five years of holding his own alongside Brian May and Roger Taylor, Lambert has gone from Idol to icon — and the role fits him like, well, those skintight red trousers he wears onstage with Queen every night.

Queen and Adam Lambert perform at the Gila River Arena in Glendale, Ariz.. June 23, 2017. (Photo: Christopher Polk/Getty Images for Miracle Productions)

On the eve of “Two Fux’s” release, Yahoo Music caught up with Lambert to talk about the bird-flipping, nose-thumbing message behind the single, his feelings about being an LGBTQ role model, today’s scary political climate, Prince, George Michael, and how much the world has changed since that notorious night at the 2009 American Music Awards. Namaste right here and read what he had to say.

YAHOO MUSIC: So the title and message of this song aren’t exactly subtle. What inspired it?

ADAM LAMBERT: As somebody who’s left of center, I’ve always received a bit of a side-eye from certain people. I’m used to it at this point. It can affect you in a certain way — I’ve definitely had my moments, since being in the spotlight, of hearing something and letting it get to me. But I’m in a place lately where I feel much more self-assured, in that I know exactly who and what I am — and I know what I’m not. I think with my last project [2015’s dance-pop effort The Original High], it was about that angst of chasing the original high, chasing after and longing for the unattainable — or what I think that I want. I find myself in this chapter of my life saying, “You know what? I know who I am, and I’m cool with it. And if anybody doesn’t like it, they can f*** off!” [laughs]

You say you used to be more self-conscious and you let things get to you. Can you elaborate?

I think I was more of a people pleaser for a while. I’ve shed a lot of that. I mean, as a performer I’m always going to have a bit of that, but I’m not as concerned with negative opinions now. I just want to do me. It’s just a general feeling of like, “Nah, I’m good. Namaste right here.” I think there were times in the past where I felt unsure if I was really connecting with people, but I’m seeing so many movements percolating now, with this next generation coming up — the conversations that are happening about gender, gender-fluidity, masculinity versus femininity, trans visibility. There is such an amazing awareness right now, and I’m very, very inspired by it. Even though the world is at a breaking point, I feel like this movement that’s happening, to help people understand each other and accept each other, is really inspiring to me. It gives me the hope to just do what I want and speak my mind.

It’s kind of hard to believe that only eight years ago, when you were on American Idol, the fact that you wore “guyliner” was literally front page news. Like, that was shocking to people. A lot has changed since then.

It’s literally an entirely different landscape than it was eight years ago. No one knew if me being openly gay was going to “work” — which was so funny to me, because I was like, “Well, I don’t really have a choice, that’s who I am!” But that was kind of the industry’s raised eyebrow on the whole thing. Now we have out artists that are finding total commercial success. Like me kissing a guy on the f***ing AMAs [in 2009] was like, such a scandal, and I really don’t think it would be now.

You pretty much broke the Internet that night.

People just did not know what to do! I got pulled off of Good Morning America the next day, and they censored the kiss [with male bandmate Tommy Joe Ratliff] on ABC when I got interviewed about it — even though right beforehand, they had been showing Madonna and Britney making out [on the VMAs]. Like, huh? The double standards there were running wild! I just don’t think it would be that way now. No one would care.

Do you think your success has played a part in pushing this movement towards LGBTQ acceptance forward?

Well, I think I’m one of many, many, many pieces. I’m just part of a puzzle. I will say I talk to young artists and meet fans and get messages on social media, and I’ve gotten a handful of really lovely compliments. I talked to a young, up-and-coming, queer hip-hop artist a couple weeks ago. We were chatting online about navigating being gay in the industry, and he said some really nice things. He said, “I was a kid when Idol was on, and I had never seen anybody on TV that was like you — that was clearly gay and was getting praise for what he was doing, not being made fun of. You made me feel like being [gay] would not prevent me from succeeding.” So if that is the case for other people, then I’m really thankful that that inspired them.

What inspiration do you want people to take from “Two Fux”?

I was like, “S***, I wanna lighten the mood up a little bit.” Pop can be very dark lately — even my pop, from my past album, was a little dark — and I think the world is a bit dark right now. So I thought, “Why not bring people a bit of a smile?” I definitely feel like the spirit right now in our country is interesting. There’s definitely a rebelliousness that I’m sensing. Things are tense, and there’s a lot of concern and conflict in our country right now; we’re a bit divided. Even the world’s energy right now is a little nervous. And I feel like [“Two Fux”] is the kind of vibe that hopefully can just help people feel self-assured, but also let them relax a bit and smile, because it’s not taking itself so seriously. It was the right energy that I wanted to share.

When will we hear more new solo music from you, and will it be similar to “Two Fux”?

There’s more songs in the pipeline, put it that way. … I’m sure there will be more music this year… I’m very excited. The project as a whole is leaning back to my glam-rock roots a little bit more. It’s sort of my take on modern rock. The things that I love about my favorite rock stars, people like Freddie [Mercury] and Prince and George Michael — sonically they inspire me, and also their spirit inspires me. They didn’t give two f***s. They did exactly what they wanted to do. They were very individual, and they were very unapologetic. I’m identifying with that right now. So that’s my inspiration behind the project: some of my heroes, and why they were my heroes and how they were my heroes.

We have lost too many rock stars lately. We need more new ones.

I remember thinking to myself when the sad news came down of Prince passing and then George passing, and how not too long before that Michael Jackson had passed away: “Wow, these were the guys that were absolutely who they were.” They didn’t dress like everybody else. They didn’t follow trends. They didn’t edit themselves for people’s benefit. They were very brave to be weird, to be aliens. I’ve always loved expressing myself that way, but I think I felt along the way, over the past nine years, resistance to that. I felt certain members of the music industry maybe going, “Eh, we don’t know if that will work, it’s kind of weird. Is it commercial enough?” I’ve heard that stuff. So I think for me, seeing those iconic rock stars pass away has kind of made me feel like, “You know what? I want to help carry that spirit.” As much as I can, I mean. I’m nowhere near the level of those guys. But I want to carry that vibe. I want to carry that flag of the rebel.

Onstage with Queen, you dedicate “Two Fux” to Freddie Mercury. Did he inspire this song in any way?

I wanted to dedicate it to him because when Freddie would perform live, he really was so free. He did exactly what he wanted. I saw concert footage of him years ago from Montreal, where he’s in a pair of itty-bitty white shorts and no shoes, and he’s just traipsing around the stage — it’s hilarious, actually. It’s like a kid in his bedroom. It’s beautiful to watch footage of Freddie, because he was so wild onstage. That’s the spirit of the song “Two Fux.” Like, I don’t care if you like it; I like it. I’m doing this for me.

Your new song fits really well into Queen’s set; it almost sounds like a lost Queen song. And the audience seems very receptive.

We kind of realized that at the very last minute. When I played it for [Brian May and Roger Taylor], and they said that they liked it, it was like, “Oh, that’s not really a leap stylistically, is it?”

Did your tenure with Queen also affect your move towards a more glam-rock style?

Well, I know from touring with Queen that I’ve found my groove with that classic rock sound, and have found an audience in that world, so that was definitely part of my thinking with the style of this [upcoming music]. But you know, I think people get really hung up on genre — and clearly I never have. I like throwing a bunch of different influences into one song. I like a lot of different types of music. And I think you have to have a lot of different colors to put on a good show. I just want to get back to what I love about music, and the reasons I got into music in the first place. That’s the driving force.

I don’t suppose you care, but is there any concern that this single’s title may prevent it from getting radio or MTV airplay?

I don’t give two f***. [laughs] Streaming services are not censored. That’s all I have to say.

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Crumble For Me -(Harrison Wells/Reader AU)

Imagine this…An AU where STAR Labs is actually STAR Lounge, A Gentleman’s Club. Owner Harrison Wells is elusive and dashing all in one, until a new dancer, down on her luck, shows up looking for a job…

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“Harrison Wells, has been considered many things since his move to Central City. A business man, a philanthropist, so when he decided to open up a gentlemen’s club it caused quite a stir.” The spokesperson on the television smiled as she turned in her chair, “Why a strip joint?”

“First…” The camera panned over to a well-dressed man adjusting his glasses on his face. Harrison smiled at the woman next to him, “it’s not a strip joint. It’s an establishment for entertainment.”

“Entertainment that promotes the sexual objectification of women.” She countered quickly.

“Not just women.” He continued smiling as he explained, “As I said we are a place for entertainment for both women and men. For that matter we’re not just about sex appeal. It’s a plus don’t get me wrong, and we mainly employ dancers, but we also have shows.”

“Shows?” Her eyes narrowed on him, “Could you elaborate?”

“We offer special nights bringing in talent, such as burlesque, singers, we’ve even been considering aerial dancing recently. You could consider us a modern day moulin rouge.” He explained coolly.

The interview went on further diving what the infamous STAR Lounge offered. Cisco stared up at the screen behind the bar, “Nice work boss.”

“She was out for blood.” Harry looked at his DJ, “You find someone to replace Lana?”

“Caitlin says she thinks she’s got a prospect.” Cisco looked at him shrugging, “Want me to set up an interview with her?”

Harry grabbed his drink pushing of the bar stool, “Did Snow say what her experience was?”

“Uh…no…” Cisco made a face as Harry turned his back on him beginning to walk away, “She said she had a good feeling about her. She’s usually not wrong.”

Harry stopped taking in a deep breath, “Fine…but we do it my way.”

Early in the afternoon you walked into the STAR Lounge heart thumping against your chest as you clutched your bag strap for dear life. You took a deep breath trying to stay calm. You’d heard good things about this place and hoped they’d hire you.

“Y/N?” You looked to your left at a well-dressed woman walking toward you. She had a pretty smile and soft flowing hair that laid gently against her shoulders, “I’m Caitlin.”

“Oh…” You held out your hand to her, “It’s nice to finally meet you. Thank you for giving me a call.”

“Thank you for coming.” She took your hand giving it a firm shake, “Follow me.”

You let go of her hand walking behind her taking in the view of the place. It was massive for a club. Several stages, massive sound system linked through the entire place…you’d never been in a place like this.

“Take a seat.” Caitlin smiled at you waving to a chair, “Can I get you a drink?”

“No…” You shook your head as you sat down, “thank you.”

“Is this the one?” You turned your head seeing a young man with long hair walking over.

“Yes, Y/N this is Cisco Ramon.”  Caitlin rolled her eyes a little, “He’s our DJ here and will be conducting the interview.”

“DJ? I…thought I’d be having an interview with the boss…” You watched Cisco sit down, “No offense.”

“None taken…” You followed his gaze toward an office that over looked the entire club with darkened windows, “Mr. Wells…is busy. He asked me to conduct the interview.”

“Alright.” You smiled a little, “If that’s what works…then that’s what we do.”

“That’s optimistic of you.” Caitlin smiled a little, “Let’s just start with some questions to get started.

Harry stood at the window looking down at the trio watching you. Lifting the glass to his lips he took a drink watching you carefully. You were young, obviously bright, but behind those eyes there was a secret.

He knew Snow and Cisco wouldn’t pull it out of you, but really that didn’t matter. If you could dance, and do it well then you’d get the job. However, it was rare that someone just walked in off the street looking for a job and didn’t have a story in this line of work.

He shook his head after the fifteen minutes of excruciating talking. Snow always did like to talk and get to know everyone. When he saw Cisco stand up and move to the sound board he knew it was show time.

Caitlin walked you over to the stage no doubt telling you what STAR Lounge was looking for. You nodded as you swept up your hair into a loose ponytail. Harry shook his head, “This isn’t a workout…”

Crossing his arms, he watched you take off your jacket before stepping up to the stage staring at the pole. Did you even know how to do this? He thought to himself as he readied himself for disaster.

Cisco cued up the song they’d talked about earlier. Slow, with a good sensual beat. Hard to dance to without looking like you were trying too hard. He smirked seeing Caitlin glare up at the office.

“Sorry Snow, I’m tired of street trash thinking they’re allowed here.” He muttered to himself as his eyes moved back to you.

You looked the pole up and down letting the beat seep into you. Caitlin had told you they looked for people who made the audience feel like they were up on the stage with you. You rolled you neck shutting your eyes before letting you hand glide up the pole.

Make them want you…You thought to yourself.

Harry watched as you immediately twirled around the pole getting into the groove of the song. Alright so you had rhythm, didn’t make you good. His eyes never left you as you moved around with ease. Then it happened…

It was a simple glance up toward the office, but he was there. On the stage with you. Your small frame moved around his hands as you danced giving him that heavy lidded look. The one that makes a person crumble.

He blinked taking a step back from the window. He turned away taking in a deep breath as he leaned on his desk. It had been a long time since that had happened.

He reached over to his phone texting Cisco, She’s hired.

He slapped his phone against his hand as he turned back around watching you do a final twirl around the pole as the music toned down. Some of your hair had fallen out of the ponytail giving you the look of a ‘good night’.

Sure there were a few things to change…Snow could help you with that, but he had a feeling you’d be exactly what this place needed. That is if that past you hid well didn’t catch up to them first.

“You’ll be live next week.” Cisco told you, “Until then you’ll be here working on a routine.”

You smiled picking up your jacket, “Thank you so much.”

“Follow me.” Caitlin smiled, “I’ll get you in the system and do the paper work. You’re gonna find that we do things differently than most clubs.”

“I can already see that.” You told her, “This place is a lot cleaner then my last job.”

“Where was that again?” Cisco asked you as he locked up the sound board.

“Coast City.” You told him.

“What brought you here? I imagine the beaches there are way nicer.” Cisco smirked a little.

You tensed a little before shrugging, “Honestly, I just needed a change of pace…I heard Central City was the nice city.”

“You’re not wrong.” He laughed a little shaking your hand, “I’ll be seeing you soon.”

Harry sat on the top of his desk sipping his drink when Cisco walked in, “What’d you get?”

Cisco ran a hand through his hair, “Coast City…”

Harry stood up and looked at him, “Call Iris…let’s get her to do her thing. I wanna know what we’re going to be dealing with.”

Jack Maynard - *cough cough* I’m Sick

request:
psychotic-scorpio: Can you write an imagine about Jack getting sick and you having to take care of him, please. Love your writing so much, love. 💜💜

A/N: tbh, I’m not very sure what I’m writing here. I’m trying to get back in my groove. I really hope you like it though. 

Word Count: 1258

Loud coughs could be heard as soon as you entered the Maynard-Pieters household. Kicking off your shoes at the door, you dropped your bag onto the little table shoved against the wall in a corner. You continued further into the house to find Jack sat on the couch in the living room.

“Hey buddy”, you called, sitting down next to him. “How’re you feeling?”

“Oh my god! Thank god you’re here!” he moaned, letting his head roll onto your shoulder.

Rolling your eyes, you lifted his head and turned to face him, inspecting him. You lifted the back of your hand up to his forehead, then moving it down to his neck. “Got yourself a fever too, eh”, you chided him.

His lower lip jutted out, forming into a pout, as his head rolled back onto your shoulder. A barely audible groan left his lips. “Ugh! It hurts (Y/N), my head hurts”, he moaned. “Everything hurts!”

Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him close to your chest, hugging him tightly. “Have you eaten anything yet?” you asked.

“I don’t want food. I just wanna go to sleep”, his voice was hoarse.

“Love, you gotta have something. How ‘bout I make you some soup, eh?” you tried.

He looked up at you with bright eyes, asking, “Your special soup?”

“Yup!” you responded, chuckling. You stood up to get started on it, but Jack’s hand latched onto yours, keeping you next to him. “Don’t you want your soup, love?”

“But I want you stay with me more”, he whined, gently nestling his head closer to you.

“How ‘bout I make the soup, and then I’ll be back, and we can cuddle all you want”, you proposed.

He nodded happily at the thought, so you quickly got up before he pulled you back in. you headed to the kitchen to get started on the soup, bringing him some pills and glass of warm water while the soup was boiling. Once it was done, you brought it back to him, getting him to sit upright.

“Shit, Jack. I really think you should go to the docs. You can’t even sit straight. You’re too weak”, you voiced your concerns, your arm wrapped around his waist as he rested against you.

“No, I don’t need the doctors. I’ll be fine”, he reasoned. “Besides, I have your special soup”, he grinned cheekily.

A warm smile made its way across your face when you saw the look on his face. Even when he was sick, he still managed to put you in a good mood. Laughing along, you agreed, “Fine, but if it gets worse then I’m taking you to the doctors. No arguments”, you added, seeing the look on his face. You grabbed the remote from the coffee table before getting comfortable in the sofa, letting Jack lean into you.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, exasperated, but not really surprised to find the TV at the football channel when you turned it on. “Do you boys watch anything else?”

“(Y/N)! It’s football! Even you like it!” he defended. Rolling your eyes, you flipped through the channels, not being able to fine anything you could both agree on. You eventually gave in to him when he played the sick card and settled on a show you could hardly remember the name of.

About halfway through the first episode, Jack had finished his soup, and was now resting comfortably as he snuggled against you. His hand reached for yours, closing his fingers around your hand as your hands met. You sneaked a glance at him, trying to get a read off him. His gaze was directed onto the television, he seemed to be focusing a little too intently. Your fingers closed around his in response. You heard a small release of breath come from Jack. Silence enveloped the pair of you as you tried to be stealth about the glances you were sneaking at him.

The night passed rather quickly, with the pair of you sitting in comfortable silence for the majority of the time as you watched whatever show Jack had chosen. As the final credits rolled for 5th episode you had sat watching, Jack spoke. He turned to you, a yawn escaping his lips, “I’m getting a little tired. You alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine! I should head back home before it gets too late”, you rushed out, a sinking feeling kicking in at the thought that he wanted to get rid of you at only 9pm. You stood up, pushing off the blankets and cushions that surrounded you.

Jack latched on to your arm, chuckling lightly despite the smile not reaching his eyes. “That’s not what I meant, (Y/N). I was kinda hoping you’d stay over?” he trailed off.

His grip on your arm had travelled to your palm, holding your hand snug in his once again. “Oh. You want me stay?” you echoed, your eyes lighting up, relief washing over.

“‘Course I want you to stay. Who else is gonna take care of me, eh?” he joked.

“Well c’mon then. Let’s get you to bed” you offered.

Whining, he argued, “I mean I’m not that tired. Can’t we just watch one more episode?”

On cue, you phone rang. You picked it up before checking that Oli was ringing you. “You still over at Jack’s?” he asked, after the greetings had been out of the way.

“Yeah I’ll be here all night.”

“Good”, he laughed. “Do me a favour will you? Make sure he gets enough sleep. We’re meant to be filming tomorrow. And I haven’t got any other day free this week, so if he wants a video with me, he’s got to be up for it tomorrow.”

“I’ll do my best”, you reasoned, looking over at the boy in question. “You know what he’s like.”

“Yeah, thanks (Y/N). I owe you one. Cheers (Y/N), goodnight!”

“Anytime. Goodnight Oli”, you smiled, hanging up. Turning to Jack, you relayed Oli’s message, “Guess you gotta go to bed if you want a video up this week.”

“But I’m sick (Y/N). Don’t I get any special privileges?”, he pouted.

“Sure you do. But only if you go to bed now”, you bribed. Looking at him, you realised how innocent he looked. He was wrapped in blankets, looking like a little child, as he begged to watch more TV. “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep how’s that?”

“No. Stay the whole night. Please?” he begged, refusing to get up unless you agreed. And you there was no way you could actually say no to him, especially not now.

“Fine. C’mon then” you said, extending your arm to him, hauling him up. With some miracle, you had convinced him to take a quick warm shower, and got him a pair of clean sweats and hoodie.

The second he got back into room, he collapsed on the bed, lying across you. “There’s no way I’m gonna sleep with you like this.”

“Fine, fine” he said, scrambling over to the empty side.

“See? Isn’t this better” you asked, getting under the covers.

“Hmmm, not quite”, he trailed off. Jack got under the covers with you, his arm snaking around you as he pulled you against him. “This is much better”, he whispered.

Holding back the butterflies, you let yourself snuggle against him. “Yeah, this is nice”, you whispered back, the close proximity having taken its effect on you. As you drifted off to sleep, a calming wave washed over you, helping you fall into a sound slumber.

 A/N: really hope this wasn’t too shitty. And for thank you for not leaving when I went MIA. I promise I’ll slowly get more stuff up soon. Love you all to bits!

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Yo guys! I warned you I’d be back with oneshots. I’m in a writing groove again, and I have a bunch of ideas to let loose. Prepare yourselves. This is the first of many.

So @alcordraws has been doing amazing stuff about Markiplier’s egos for ages now. Love’em. Go follow’em. Right now.

Anyway, I got a lot of inspiration from them for these oneshots. Their theorized relationship/history between Dark and Host is just enthralling, and led me to believe “Out There” from Disney’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame would be a fantastic scene/song for them. So I wrote it.

I also parodied the two halves of the song, though the first half shared by Dark and Host was already so spot-on you might not even notice much of a difference. It’s crazy.

So yeah. If you like the egos, and you like Disney, give this a read! And keep an eye out for more. :D

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Week 2

Sorry this is a little late but Sunday was my birthday so I was out and about instead of posting! This past week was intense but I think I figured out a good system of reviewing things. As per my earlier post - I did see improvement on my practice exam Saturday, but still have a little bit to go so - back to the grind this week! For my birthday I got to go out with some friends, walk with my mom, shop A LOT (I got surgery shoes!!! They are so cute!) and go out to dinner!

What I studied:

Cardio: Shhh don’t tell anyone but cardio is one of my least favorite organ system. Really happy though that I was able to figure out murmurs (a work in progress but still an improvement!) and anti-arrhythmics.   

Respiration: Just the usual suspects. I’m always getting obstructive and restrictive data mixed up and also lung cancers are so weird. Not a lot of pharm videos but omg I definitely needed to revisit them - I understand so many things now! 

Neuro: Maybe it was a bad idea trying to do both Neuro and Psych in two days but…I think I got through the most important things. There’s definitely a long list of Neuro topics on my “catch up” list but overall I’m pretty strong in Neuro so I think it will be ok even if I don’t get to all of them. 

Psych: Good old psych…literally just had to review the Ego defenses, personality disorders, timing of certain things (schizophrenia vs schizophrenifrom vs schizoaffective) and addictions so squeezed it all in between the big guns Neuro stuff. But for real what killed me the most those two days were the 17 (17!!!) sketchy pharm videos I had to do. Oh I died.  

Drugs on drugs: Every organ system has drugs! I’ve basically done about 2 hours of sketchy pharm every afternoon for the corresponding organ system so I can get through all these videos. I suuuck at drugs - there’s too many names! So I need to dedicate this time to remembering them for good.

How I took breaks:

More running: The ultimate soother of my soul. Also still slowly making my way through Kimmy Schmitt - one episode a day. 

Harry Potter and the Sacred Text: Basically my bedtime meditation this week. If you haven’t tried this podcast you must! It’s so so beautiful and has basically been my rock since I got my concussion at the beginning of this year. I did get a little behind this spring so I was playing catch up and now I’m going to read the books while listening. 

The Bachelorette: sorry I’m not sorry that I’m obsessed with this show. But there’s this whole group of us in my class who compete with the weekly predictions and it’s the best. Might be a bit of a distractor but…whatever.

What I learned:

Yes you CAN still have fun while studying for boards: I was a little sad honestly when I realized that I would be deep in study mode when my birthday came around, but this weekend was so wonderful it was as if I wasn’t even studying! I loved all that I was able to do and all the new professional wear I was able to get (did I mention my Dansko surgery shoes…yes? Well too bad because I’m obsessed). 

But not too much fun: The problem with this weekend was that when Monday morning came around I was EXHAUSTED. It took me a while yesterday to get back in the groove of things and feel like I was really focused. I also took a nap for the first time since starting studying - you know it gets bad when I decide to take a nap. Due to this self realization I decided to cancel a trip next weekend to see some college friends. It was never really official - but I wanted to celebrate my birthday with them and thought it wouldn’t be a big deal because I would be taking off the same amount of time as I normally do each weekend. The problem is - it requires traveling and probably staying out late and a bunch of humans packed into a 24 hour period. Just THINKING about it exhausted me. So instead for my last weekend home I’ll be sitting in bed watching TV and hanging with my sister (who comes home from school this week!). 

ATHLETA: Y’all have GOT to go there - they have SO MANY cute clothes that are professional looking but HOLY DAMN THEY ARE COMFORTABLE. Seriously - I’m in love. 

Ice Skates and Icecream

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Bruce Banner x Reader
Request: Bruce Banner x reader where the reader is really good and fast when skating and decides to teach him please? Lots of fluffy marshmallow fluff if possible! Please and Thank you very much!” -Anon
This might not be exactly what you wanted, but I tried to make it fluffy!


“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!” Bruce Banner laughed. You led him by the hand into giant indoor ice rink.

“It’s going to be fun!” You promised.

“Yeah,” He chuckled. “for you maybe.”

“What sized shoe do you wear?” You rolled your eyes as you came up to the skate rental window.

“Uh, I don’t know.” He shrugged before toeing his shoes off to check. “I usually just try a few pairs on and buy whatever I think fits. These are a…thirteen.”

“Ok, thirteen it is.” You turned around and gave both your shoe sizes to the worker behind the counter. He handed you two pairs of skates and you were on your way. Inside the rink, you helped Bruce put on his skates.

“You know,” He sighed. “It’s not too late for you to change your mind about this.”

“You need to worry less, and laugh more. C’mon.” You glided onto the ice with ease. Bruce followed you cautiously. He inched his blades out one foot at a time.

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Title: ‘To Stalk or Not to Stalk’
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: AkuSai (Axel x  Saïx)
Rating: General (so much fluff)
Word Count: ~2240

Prompt: Red and blue

Summary: No matter where Axel goes on campus, he seems to have a shadow - his own personal stalker. Modern day college AU. 

A/N: Here is my first entry for Akusaimonth2k17! Please enjoy! :)



They say that you can learn a lot about a person by their favorite color. If a person likes the color green, they might tend to enjoy nature more than a person that likes the color orange. There are two colors that are both opposites, and compliment each other - but sometimes, if two people like these colors, there’s a chance they may or may not be well suited for each other. They could be soulmates, or mortal enemies. Or sometimes, they can be both.

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“That guy is back again.” Axel Niemand looks over at his friend, Roxas Lumine, who has just informed him of the appearance of his stalker. Well, who he is convinced is his stalker because no matter where they go on campus, he seems to appear. “Try to act casual about it.”

“Me? Casual?” He scoffs, keeping his head down, looking at his notes. “Have you even met me, Roxas?”

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How to Disappear Completely

-Admin Red

You’re sick and overworked, so PJ decides to take care of you.

a/n- I’m slowly getting back into my writing groove, so hopefully this doesn’t feel as forced.


Now, you weren’t usually one to complain, but damn work sucked these last two weeks. You had assignments out your ass and half your usual team was out sick with the flu. You tried to extend your due dates, explaining to your boss that it’d barely be possible for you to finish even half the work if you put in overtime and took everything home for the weekends. To compensate for the unfavorable conditions, your boss bumped up the totally underprepared trainees to your group in an effort to appease you. Now, you were stuck babysitting five moody jerks who ignored your attempts at showing them the ropes and two more coworkers starting to show signs of the flu.

I’m not here. This isn’t happening. You’d tell yourself, rubbing your eyes.


You hadn’t been this stressed since high school. You were back to your old sleep schedule of about four hours a night if you slept at all. You noticed he effects of sleep deprivation were already kicking in when you realized you were trying to put a hot tea kettle in the fridge that morning.

The one upside was it was now Friday night. You had plans with your best friend and roommate, PJ, to marathon Orange is the New Black (as per your request). You would probably fall asleep before you even got to the second season, but hey, it was just going to be you, Peej, and a crap load of junk food. You’d be able to detox.


As you went to the kitchen to pick out the junk food, PJ set up Netflix in the living room.

Now this is how a team works you thought.

“We are all set up for the show!” PJ said, joining you in the kitchen to get drinks.

“Awesome! So I’m thinking popcorn, pretzels, and plenty of ice cold beers,” you replied.

“Hm. You’re not usually much of a drinker, but alright.” PJ moved the fridge and grabbed the six pack you had picked up on your way home.

“Rough day at work,” you sighed. “Well, the whole week was awful. But at least it’s the weekend! I get to hang out with my fave,” you nudged him, “and not worry about Danny breaking a fourth piece of equipment until Monday. Fucking Danny.”

“He already broke three in a month? Do they even train the trainees?”

“Apparently not.” You started to laugh, but it turned into a series of wet coughs.

“Oh no. No, no, no, no, no! If I get the flu, I’m gonna fight Mark and Gwen for coming in sick. I can not afford to get sick right now.”

PJ put the beers back and filled the kettle with water. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve been working your butt off lately. They can give you a few days off. By the look of it, you could really use some time to rest up. You look exhausted.”

“I can rest when I finish my work,” you groaned. “This stuff will never get done if I’m not there.” You looked around for a box of tissues, which PJ had already snagged from their hiding spot under the bread and bananas. He handed them to you, wincing slightly as you erupted into another fit of coughing

“I mean, I’ve had a runny nose and a headache for a few days, but I thought it was allergies and stress,” you explained, blowing your nose forcefully enough to earn a grimace from PJ.

“You know what, I think it’s time for you to start resting now.” PJ walked back into the living room and turned the TV off, grabbing the comfiest blanket you had brought for the marathon before returning to you. He handed the blanket to you, saying, “I’ll make the tea, you go get in bed.”

“But, PJ-,“ you started

“Nope. Doctor PJ is in the house now. I’m prescribing you copious amounts of tea and plenty of naps.”

“Fine.” You knew you couldn’t sway him when he got like this. He can be such a mother duck to you when you’re sick. Secretly, though, you thought it was absolutely adorable. You thought he was absolutely adorable in general though. Very sweet and caring, too. He’d make a great boyfriend.

Oops. Better not stray into those thoughts again. They’d drive you mad. You shuffled to your room, opting not to turn your bedside lamp on. You preferred to allow the light of the setting sun streaming in through your open windows to show you the way to your bed.

PJ entered a few moments later with two steaming mugs. He set them down on your nightstand, quickly rushing to his room across the hall. He came back in armed with his ukulele.

“Scoot over.”

You obliged and he joined you, leaning up against the headboard right next to you. You decided to take advantage of how close you two were in your small bed by resting your head on PJ’s shoulder, settling right in.

“Any requests?” He inquired, tuning the E string.

“How to Disappear Completely?” Radiohead always relaxed you.

“Of course. Let me just make sure…” He began strumming a few chords, none of which sounded right. “Ah, got it!” he finally said, launching right into the song.

You felt your muscles relax. Lying in bed next to PJ while he sang you to sleep was exactly what you had needed. After that, he played Pyramid Song, which was equally as calming. You were so exhausted from your chaotic week, your eyelids began to droop halfway through the song.

When PJ finished, you were on the verge of falling asleep.

“Y/n?” he whispered.

You were too tired to answer.

Then something unexpected happened. He began to play something you couldn’t quite place. He sang it so softly you could only just make you the words.

“Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you.”

No way. You had mentioned to him a few days ago how much you loved Tyler Josephs ukulele cover of I Can’t Help Falling in Love. You had joked that if someone ever sang that to you, you’d marry them on the spot. And here he was, cuddled up with you singing a love song while he thought you were asleep.

You wondered what to do. The song was rapidly coming to a close. Should you make a move? Or pretend to be asleep? What if he just liked the song too? Maybe this didn’t mean anything.

As the last note resonated into the night, you made a very dumb and very brave decision.

“PJ?”

“Oh, you’re still awake..? I, um…”

And then you kissed him. You kissed him as passionately as a sick, overworked sleep-deprived person could. And once he got over the surprise, he kissed back.

It was quiet for a moment.

PJ was the first to break the silence, with a “Wow.”

“I just got you so sick…”

“Then I guess we’ll both have to stay home together.”

He kissed you again, long and slow.

Eventually, you both fell asleep, your head on his shoulder and his head on yours. It wasn’t exactly how you’d imagined it, but you were happy it had worked out in the end.

bornonthebattleground  asked:

Ok, don't get me wrong because it's just curiosity, but I have to ask: how much of Supernatural is in Demon's Lexicon, if any? Please don't get this wrong, i love your books, it's a great story with great characters (and better storytelling, to be fair). It's just that I started to watch it recently and some similiarities struck me. And because it would be SO great if someone made a tv show out of DL :)

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b) I used to write fanfiction. (These two issues—sexism and fanfiction—are actually very closely intertwined, because writing fanfiction is something that mostly girls do, and thus like all things Associated With Ladies, such as sewing and pink, is treated as dumb and worthless. And fanfiction, as I’m going to discuss, provides people with a narrative that go ‘why this lady actually sucks’ and people love narratives which say that.)

For those who didn’t know I used to write fanfiction, it’s obviously irrelevant to your opinion of me, and honestly, you can cut out here. Definitely if the person who asked me about Supernatural this time around wants to cut out here… they should. I am about to get mad. It is not your fault. I have just got this too many times, and I have had it up to here.

When someone is traditionally published after writing fanfiction, they get treated like trash, both by people who think fanfiction is weird rubbish and by people who themselves like to write and read fanfiction.

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FAMILY MAN + HYDEJACKIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

An importat note: this will be my seasonal fanfic for december’s holidays! So thank you for it! For this AU, I will be using the show’s timeline and end of season 7. S8 never happened, which means Hyde never got married and Jackie never dated Fez (but she did worked with Christine St. George).

Five years after Chicago, Hyde finds himself too involved in work with his sister and father to the point he doesn’t even notice how little of his friends, the people he once considered his family, he knows now. 

Wanting to change this, Donna calls everyone for a reunion in no other place than freaking Chicago, so the married Kelso can attend without going too far from his pregnant for the second time wife.

Christmas is approaching, Eric and Donna end up inviting him to spend the holidays with them back at the Formans’ in Point Place. But when he hears Jackie is also invited, he thinks maybe it isn’t a good idea after all. 

That night, he walks with her to her hotel, learning she will going back to Point Place to replace her old boss and mentor, Christine St. George, as Wisconsin’s first happy face in the morning.

Knowing this and thinking about how things went between them and the time that has passed, he falls sleep with her on his mind.

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anonymous asked:

Could you walk us through what happened when you met Jensen one more time now that we know she had the baby bump?:) it's fine if it's to much trouble, just really curious (:

Ok, so here’s the full unedited edition I guess of my encounter with the Ackles Family now that everyone knows she is, in fact, pregnant with fraternal twins that will undoubtedly conquer the world with their charm and good looks:

Ok, so there I am, Gwen, sitting in the lovely quaint village of Deep Cove in North Vancouver, an ocean boat harbor town that relies heavily on marinas and tourists. It’s a very quiet little spot located between gorgeous high mountain peaks near The Indian Arm.

I’m sitting, facing up the street, my back to the water, in a really awesome pizza shop called Deep Cove Pizza. I’m shoveling a second slice of Capri Pizza into my mouth when I look up from my current bout of Pokemon Go to say something to my friend coleen (who took the picture of me and jensen).

I am immediately drawn to a handsome couple walking down the sidewalk, only because the streets were somewhat empty and it was a slow Monday afternoon. At first glance I see a strong tall man in a plaid shirt and jeans carrying an adorable toddler girl with shoulder length blonde hair and a top ponytail. His hat is on and he is wearing sunglasses. His daughter is tucked neatly into his right arm so she is resting her tummy to his right shoulder. His left arm is cast casually across his midsection to cup his daughters calves and hold her steady.

His wife, also wearing a hat (but a visor, if I remember correctly) has her hair in loose pigtails (not braided, just chillin) and a pink top with horizontal stripes decorating it. The top clinches high at the chest, under her cleavage, and drapes. It was flowy, but it was still obvious she was pregnant.

So, at this point my brain hadn’t registered who I was seeing. But this is everything I can remember in that split second of observation.

I turned back to my friends to say something defending Team Valor, and then paused. I did a double take. They were still walking towards me, the two adults strolling casually down the small decline in elevation as the street slopes a bit towards the water. I try not to stare, but every fiber in my body is screaming “YOU KNOW THEM.” when It finally clicks that this is the man that I have been watching on TV since I was 7 years old, I gasp, unable to really breathe, and look back to my friends, quietly explaining who just walked by us.

“GO TAKE A PICTURE WITH THEM! IF THEY ARE THAT IMPORTANT TO YOU, GO!” My friend coleen stage whispers harshly until I finally muster the will to launch myself out of the outdoor seating of this pizza place and I jog as quietly as I can until I am caught up with them. At this point, they are across the street in front of a restaurant called “The Arms Reach” right in front of the end-of-street roundabout that is encircled by a brick pavilion and stone ledge overlooking the cove and providing a spectacular view that you see in my picture. They are approaching a black SUV that is parked in the last street parking spot in front of the restaraunt.

Now, I had to just watch, because if they were going into the restaurant to eat I wasn’t going to bother them. But suddenly jensen pulls car keys from his pocket and I see the headlights flash. They’re getting in the car to leave, they are on the sidewalk, they’re not in a rush, I don’t think I’ll be bothering them too much if I go introduce myself.

Jensen, holding a sleepy JJ, rounds the car from the back, going around the trunk to open the door behind the passenger seat. Danneel was following him, probably to help strap her in, when I reached them. I came around the car the same way they did but with a much larger berth as to not really invade their personal space, I didn’t want to freak them out especially when they had JJ with them.

“ Um, excuse me?” I was shaking in my boots 100% running on pure adrenaline and I gave a little finger wave as Danneel turned around. She had a little smile on her lips, reserved. I could tell she was sizing up whether I was going to start screaming and crying and throw myself at her husband lolol.

Danneel had an auburn eyeshadow on. I remember that clearly, which is funny.

Anyway, danneel goes “hi!”, and this makes Jensen turn around, JJ still in his hands, and I just kind of go for it. I introduce myself and say hello to all of them. “ hi JJ!” I say very gently and give her a cupped hand wave “she’s beautiful!” I tell them. Jensen smiles. Eye crinkles. I die.

Then, I pretty much: “I just, I don’t want to be a bother and I know you’re having family time, so this will be quick but I just needed to tell you that you’re all amazing and wonderful, and mr. Ackles (ues i called him Mr. Ackles LIKE A DWEEB) I’ve been watching this show since I was 7 years old, and now I’m turning 19 -” jensen gives a little snort of laughter- “God sorry not to make you feel old or anything!!!!!”- now danneel chuckles a little bit AT HIM (I die again) “but I just wanted to say you’re so talented and just thank you so much, and would you mind maybe taking a picture with me?”

So jensen says “well thank you, that’s very kind, and absolutely!” And he goes to put JJ in the carseat behind the passenger seat and leaves Danneel to buckle her in. Thats when JJ says, in the cutest little voice :“Daddy, who is thaaat?” And jensen tucks her legs into the leg grooves and just goes “oh, she’s just daddy’s friend” (again, my heart exploded and I saw jesus) Now, until this moment, I had been a little busy trying to form words, so I had forgotten that Danneel was pregnant. But then, watching her go to buckle in JJ it was once again obvious that she had quite the baby bump. Nothing huge, but she was at least a few weeks in to the second trimester.

My eyes are locked on her as jensen Ambles towards me (and yes, he really does walk bowlegged still, God save me) and he is approaching me on my left, and he removes his sunglasses and flips his hat backwards, and insists that we take the photo “so this view”- he gestures to the trees and cove-“is in the background.”

“Yah, It’s so beautiful,” I agree. “Thank you so much” and so he slings his arm around me and I’m trying not to cry and he just smells like sandalwood and Denali old Spice and I’m looking at the camera and we take a few pictures and I thank him again, i ask him to tell jared I said “Hi” and I look back at danneel who is now standing in the passenger space with the door open, smiling, waiting for jensen before she climbs into the car. I look at her belly, I look back at jensen, and he sees me stare a little bit and he goes to say something - and because I know jensens tells from years of convention panels and videos, I know he’s starting to feel a little hesitant, and just as he starts to say something I simply wave a hand and go “I won’t say a word.”

The relief on his face was palpable, and he nodded, said a thank you and a goodbye, i called after him that “BTW, MISHA IS STILL MAD ABOUT THE LIVESTREAM” (which made him laugh again) and climbed into the car. Coleen and I ran back across the street, me waving and wishing well. As soon I got to the other side of the street I started jumping up and down and running back up to our other friend Eddie at the pizza place. But soon my brain exploded and I just fistpumped and laid down on the sidewalk, thinking they couldn’t see me.

Two seconds later, the car rolled by and I saw jensen staring at me on the ground and he had eye crinkles, laughing at me. I died for the final time.

And that’s it folks. Now you know the whole story.

“Home remedies” - h.s. Part 1

Sorry if this is all over the place; I have a lot of emotions right now. 

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Not everyone could go home for the holidays. It was always a given growing up, and oftentimes people went away with their families for the holidays. And then during uni years many students were given the gift of coming home to their families for the holidays. But the real world, the working world, was much different and you didn’t even attempt to find a plane ticket to get home this year. 

Not that you had anyone to truly go home to, but you’d had invitations from friends that you turned down. You were a busy girl, and considering Kat had just moved in to your flat while she was looking for her own … you didn’t exactly trust her on her own. 

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I bring a message: “Since you have cast off the world of the Lord, He has cast you aside as King." He grants you no more favors. He protects what you love no longer. God wishes a man after His own heart – while you have none. He will find another.

Every Little Thing part 14

Summary: After an amazing holiday nothing can come between Y/N and Jensen, right?

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Cali, Jared, Gen, mentions of JJ & Daneel

Word Count: ~1,800

Warnings: Lots of fluff then some Angst, mentions of cheating and a surprise.

A/N: Time line is all off, I know, I’m sorry just works better like this. This isn’t one of my favorite chapter but I needed to post it.  I am also really tired and haven’t had time to revise so please forgive and errors.  As always this is a work of fiction and I mean no disrespect to Daneel or their beautiful family! All feed back is appreciated!!

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Steal my Heart

4k words - Destiel AU - based on this Tumblr post - AO3

The prompt just screamed young Dean and Sam as little street rats, gambling, drinking, and stealing to survive, but with big hearts that still can’t resist saving people. This is kind of a warm up to get me back into the writing groove so I can finish up my WIPs.

Castiel drags his exhausted feet as he heads back home, despondent over yet another day of searching for work. He had known being on his own would be hard, but five months of living alone, cut off from everyone he had ever known, with his tiny bit of savings nearly used up and he is beginning to feel panic. The Gas-n-Sip interview at least seemed promising, although it’s always difficult to explain no past work experience and no references at all. And it isn’t like he doesn’t have them. He had worked for his parents for years, planning events, coordinating schedules, organizing travel for big name guests, smiling and shaking hands and being the perfect son.

Angel Ministries had kept him living in the lap of luxury for his entire life. He had grown up in a house that felt like a museum, large and beautiful and cold with no running and no touching the many works of art that adorned the walls and decorated the perfect rooms. They had a live-in chef to prepare their meals and a staff to take care of the house, pool, and grounds. He had never even learned to drive since everywhere he traveled was in the back of a long black luxury car or on the family jet. His parents, Zachariah and Naomi, wore perfect faces that everyone in the country recognized (well, everyone in the south and any Christian that ever watched TV). Their “not for profit” televangelism empire had made them rich.

It had all come crashing down for Castiel, though. He was just a few months into his first year of college, his first experience attending school with other students. Growing up traveling around the world for his parent’s speaking engagements, he had been homeschooled, sheltered from viewpoints outside of his parents’ and free thought, to be honest. He had known practically since puberty that he was gay and had held that secret inside for years, never having met anyone else who would speak out loud about being anything but straight.

Inias was a soft-spoken boy who he met at school. He was sweet, and smart, and offered to show Castiel around and introduce him to the Young Christians Bible study group. Soon, they began studying together and Castiel had invited Inias back to his house for a cram session for a big Calculus test they had coming up. He hadn’t even known Inias was gay too until the other boy put his books down on the bed and leaned forward, smashing his mouth awkwardly into Castiel’s. He didn’t even think he really liked Inias that way, but the excitement and warmth of someone touching him with such affection had him reaching for Inias and deepening the kiss.

And, of course, that’s when Naomi walked in, slamming the door behind her to startle the boys apart. Leave, she ordered Inias in a low, dangerous voice, which he did immediately before she turned a disgusted stare at her son. She made him an offer, go to conversion camp and never speak of this incident again, or be disowned if he wanted to continue his sinful life. When he refused camp, he was given fifteen minutes to pack what he needed with a warning that he needed to leave and disappear. She would tell their adoring public that her son was on a two year missionary trip to Africa and pretty soon people would forget that he existed.

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At home with the symbiote

I sat in my living room sofa with a big thud. Today was a long day. Being a supervillain was tiring. I was covered head to toe with my other’s sticky alien substance. It was my battle uniform, if you will. Black slime smoothly hugged my bulging muscles, giving me a feral, dangerous look. Ever since Venom and I bonded, my muscles have grown bigger and bigger each day, and I love it. I love the feeling of power running through my veins, almost as much as I love the feeling of the black slime hugging my powerful frame, feeding me with its power.

But now I was tired, and I commanded the slime to recede, which it did. It peeled away from my face, revealing my handsome features. A quick glance in the mirror next to the TV revealed my unshaven chin, which hadn’t seen a razor for a week. Have I really been that busy as Venom? I decided that I liked the look though. It’s important to look beautiful underneath the alien skin as well! I watched as the alien substance withdrew from my head, revealing perfectly unkempt hair. It also receded from my feet and lower legs as I threw them on the coffee table in front of me. I made sure I watched the mirror as my muscular chest was shown. It’s not that I couldn’t admire my pecs with my suit on, I just loved seeing my second skin melt away at my whim to show the raw power beneath.

I decided I was satisfied when the symbiote had uncovered about half of my body. When I was just relaxing, I liked to have Venom’s tendrils wrapped around my naked body. These tendrils were at the moment clawed onto my six pack abs, touching and feeling the grooves between them. The symbiote was also still covering my hands and arms. I had ordered it to caress my biceps.

Suitably positioned, with my symbiote’s tendrils touching me just the way I liked, I extended my hands, and commanded a tendril to go and grab me a beer. Fast as a snake, the black tentacle flew from my hand, round the corner into the kitchen and wrapped around one of the beers I had left on the counter. Without moving an inch I had brought it into my hand. I cracked it open and guzzled it down. I could binge drink or eat as much as I wanted, and the alien would remove all the negative effects for me. Having the symbiote was so awesome. I could do whatever I wanted and always have this hot muscular body, without any effort at all.

I also sent a tendril from my front to the TV remote lying on the table, held it in the air, and flicked through some channels. Other tentacles deftly closed the door, turned on the lamp and picked up a fallen pizza box, all at my command. I marveled at my tentacles. They were very powerful these days. Just this morning I was picking up and throwing police officers several metres in the air with them as if it were nothing. It felt great exercising my immense power through my tentacles because they were so free and fluid, and alien. They looked so unnatural and inspired so much fear; I really got off on it. Nobody within 50 metres of me is safe.

Just thinking of my powerful influence, even in my little living room with black tentacles moving around the room, following my will, started to arouse me. My alien other immediately started to respond. It knew the routine. The black slime that covered my midsection produced even more tentacles, which slithered and poked at my body. Little tiny black claws raked down the grooves between my chest and stomach muscles. They wrapped around my back and over my left shoulder, moving slowly over my pec and bicep. I couldn’t help but flex my muscles. It felt so good, a hundred tiny hands exploring my powerful muscles. I gave them a show. I bounced my pecs, marvelling at the control I had over the immense globes. The symbiote was also excited. The oily tentacles trembled as they tugged and pulled. I held my arms up in a biceps pose, and was greeted with more tendrils jumping from my sides to feel them. These huge mounds of power had lifted an entire building out of its foundations yesterday, and it was all thanks to this alien I was lucky enough to bond with.

My face erupted into a huge grin, and I couldn’t help but notice how fucking hot I was. I’m definitely keeping this beard, I thought. I look like a fucking movie star. Thinking about my newly grown scruff on my face clearly got my oily friend interested, as a few tentacles jumped up to my face to explore. Some might have said that the image of the man covered in this tar like substance that I saw in the mirror was grotesque, but I couldn’t help getting a hard-on looking at myself. My flexed muscles were clearly visible between the writhing mass of tentacles that I had under my control.

The black mass underneath my six pack abs made way for my rising fuckpole, which was growing bigger along with my muscles and power. It emerged from the symbiote like a proud totem, growing and growing with every second. God, it was so big now. It must be 10 inches or so now. 10 inches of male domination. My smile only grew wider as my symbiote hungrily wrapped its tentacles around it, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I groaned. I loved this bit.

Still flexing my muscles, I watched the symbiote climb and grope at my cock, moving slowly up and down the shaft and squeezing my balls. Hands-free wanking was the way to go – I can’t remember the last time I jerked with my hand. All I needed now is the sweet touch of the black alien wrapped around me. I arched my back in ecstasy as the tentacles squeezed and rubbed. More tendrils flew out of me into the room all around me, responding to my passion. The symbiote was pulling at my hair, slithering over my muscles, and even playing with my tongue. It was a huge body length orgasm that hit me. The cum flew in a high arc, and was caught by my symbiote and immediately absorbed.

I breathed heavily, smiling at myself in the mirror. I was so fucking hot. My symbiote was still writhing over my muscled body, and tentacles were still trembling in the air around me. I looked like a monster. A fucking powerful monster.

I lay back in the sofa and actually watched some TV. It was so hard to stay focused when your alien other just felt up you like it was doing now. I had finished, but I was still riding high on the wave of the orgasm, and the black sludge was still moving over my body erratically, although it was starting to recede a bit again. With just a thought, my beer was in my hand again and I could waste away some time in peace. That is, if I can resist doing that again, I thought to myself, smiling.

Keepsakes

Keepsakes - Egobang/ @keenveins Porn!Dan AU (this is before Arin finds out about the whole porn thing, but there’s an allusion to it so go read her fic after this and be in awe at how great it is)

Arin can never seem to keep his eyes off of Dan for longer than a few moments. There’s just something about his body - the way his shirts always find a way to creep up just a little to show the tanned belly underneath, the way his pants always sit just low enough to show the waistband of his boxers, the way his hands move when handling the game controllers - that just drives him up the wall. So when Arin is playing a Mario Maker level for the seventeenth time in a row, and Dan leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, he can’t help but notice how Dan’s shirt rides up just a little more than usual, exposing a thick line of smooth skin and the navy blue waistband of his boxers.

“Ar, are you ok dude?”

Arin looks up from Dan’s side, only just then realizing what had happened. He was so entranced by the flash of Dan’s skin that he totally ignored the game and just died again. He tries to look at Dan, who was raising an eyebrow in his direction, but he couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Nah man, I’m all good. Just got a little distracted is all. You wanna give it a shot?”

Arin holds out the controller and Dan accepts it with a sigh, shaking his head and returning back to his hunched position. Arin is able to focus on the game for roughly two seconds before his eyes drift back to Dan. He could tell that Dan has been working out, his arms looking more toned than skinny. His eyes follow the curvature of Dan’s back, admiring the way his shirt fit - just a little too tightly. His eyes finally reach his lower back, and he has to hold himself back with everything he has, because all he wants to do is reach out and touch him, caress him, slide his hands up and under Dan’s shirt and feel him all over, feel the warmth of his skin on his finger-

“A picture’ll last way longer, you know.”

Dan’s voice interrupts Arin’s train of thought, breaking him out of the daze he was in. How long had he been staring at Dan? And more importantly, how long had Dan noticed that he was staring?

“Oh sorry dude I was just, uh -”

Arin frantically tries to think of an excuse, his face reddening visibly when he couldn’t think of one. Dan eyes him, giving him the same confused look as before.He puts the controller on the ground and gets up off the couch, stretching his arms above his head. Doing this reveals even more of his midriff, causing a small noise to escape Arin’s lips. He quickly throws a blanket across his lap, trying to cover up the ever growing bulge in his jeans. Dan luckily didn’t notice this.

“Maybe we should take a break, yea? You seem a little off and I need to get something to drink anyway. Want anything?”

Arin shakes his head, not even bothering to try and speak at this point. Dan leaves the room and Arin sighs, trying to calm himself down. Getting hard just by seeing Dan’s underwear? He’s seen all the NSP videos, which feature 90% more of Dan’s long, thin body, but it was nothing like seeing it in person. After about a minute, he’s calm again, and Dan walks back into the room, water bottle in hand. He sits on the couch and looks at Arin.

“You good now, buddy?”

“Yea man, sorry about that. Just sort of zoned out.”

“You know we have to scrap that whole recording, right? You didn’t say anything the whole time. Let’s put in a different game and try again yea?”

“Sorry, yea. Wanna throw in Kirby Dream Course or something real quick? Just to get in a goofy mood or some shit like that.”

“Sounds good to me, baby bear.”

—-

After a few rounds, both of the grumps are in a better mood. They start the real recording session and get into their usual groove. When it’s Arin’s turn to take over - after Dan died five times in a row at the exact same spot - Dan takes out his phone and after only a few seconds starts giggling.

“What’s so funny, man? Did Barry send you a dick pic or something?”

“Oh Barry’s dick is no joke, believe you me. I was just looking on Facebook and passed this Buzzfeed article about men’s lingerie. Thought it was a little funny. I’m sure some guys can pull it off, but can you imagine someone like me in a lacy thong or a garter belt and thigh highs?”

Dan laughs but Arin has to stifle a moan, because he could imagine Dan in a lacy thong. In fact, that’s what he was doing now. The classic Mario death music chimed from the TV as Arin ran directly into a fireball. This causes Dan to laugh even more.

“Who knows, man. I mean, you look pretty good in a speedo and a full body spandex suit. Lingerie would probably be more comfortable, actually.”

Dan smirks at this notion, and chuckles softly, as though remembering an old joke.

“Next time on Game Grumps, Arin keeps fantasizing about me wearing a thong. Bye everybody!”

Dan tosses the controller on the couch and sighs, looking at Arin and smiling.

“I think that’s enough grumping for one day. I’m beat. Text me the time for next week, ok?”

Before Arin had a chance to respond, Dan had already left. Alone with his thoughts, Arin lets his mind wander back to Dan, as it usually ends up doing nowadays. The image of Dan’s long legs shrouded in thin black lace, meeting up with a garter belt and a sultry pink thong plagued his mind for what seemed like hours. After looking at his phone, he realizes it has in fact been a few hours since Dan left, and he decides to go home as well.

It’s finally time for the next recording session, and Arin has been trying everything in his power to keep his mind off of Dan and his gorgeous body. Unfortunately, nothing has been working, but he’s able to keep his composure when Dan walks into the room. He’s wearing an old Rush shirt and his usual pair of faded and torn jeans. Even in such normal clothing, Arin still finds himself thinking about what’s underneath, thinks about how nice it wold be to just lay down on the couch with him, to have Dan wrap his long, warm arms around -

“Hey, earth to Arin. You aren’t gonna start this shit before we even get one episode done, are you?”

Dan’s tone is playful, and Arin shakes himself out of his little fantasy.

“It’s all good, I promise. I’m on my A game today, no getting distracted.”

Dan smirks, just like he had at the last session. A knowing little smile with just a hint of deviance.

“Yea? If you say so.”

He takes his place on the couch next to Arin, sitting ever so much closer than usual, his right shoe touching Arin’s left one. Arin’s cheeks redden slightly, but Dan is too focused on getting the game started that he doesn’t notice.

—-

“Hey Ar, can I get your opinion on something?”

Dan had been a little more quiet than usual for the first couple of episodes this session. Arin didn’t look away from the screen, trying to hold his concentration.

“Yea sure dude, what’s up?”

“Well actually, you might need to pause the game for this. It’s sorta a visual thing.”

Arin hears a light clinking sound and he looks over to Dan, who is undoing his belt. He can feel heat rising in his belly and face. His hands go limp and he drops the controller.

“Oh - uh ok. Barry, edit this out.”

Dan continues to undo his belt, making sure to look Arin right in the eyes as he’s doing it. Arin’s mouth goes dry and he can’t do anything but stare. Dan undoes the button on his jeans, that same smirk returning to his lips.

“It’s not my face that I want your opinion on. Look down, hot shot.”

Arin’s eyes turn downward, towards Dan’s hands that are slowly lowering his jeans, exposing the top of a hot pink lace thong. Dan tugs at a piece of the fabric with two of his fingers, pulling it up a few inches as if to show off the intricate design. At first, all Arin can do is sit there, mouth agape, staring directly at Dan’s crotch, his own jeans starting to feel a little tight.

“Where - where’d you get those, Dan?”

Dan chuckles, buttoning up his pants as he does so. 

“I’ve had em for a while, actually. I bought them for a uh, project back in college but I never ended up using them. Well, not this pair any way.”

Arin is still too dazed to move, not even making an effort to hide his very obvious erection, Dan looks him up and down, pausing at his crotch, and bites his lip.

“I’m guess guys like me really can pull off this sort of thing. Thanks for setting me…straight about that, Ar.”

Arin can’t even respond, his mind still trying to decide if this was really happening or if it was just another fantasy. Only one way to find out.