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Do you ever think about how wild the public perception of victuuri must be??

Like ok. Characters first.

Victor Nikiforov, who is considered to be this flirty playboy. He’s the perfect skater; elegant, refined, amazing jumps, spins, step sequences. He has it all, and he’s won it all. I bet you everybody thought Victor and Chris were fuckin or something b/c they’re obviously friends and you know what the media is like. 

Victor is such a private person; he’s really skilled in telling you everything while saying nothing. He’s got incredible press skills. I bet the media must be starving for another side of Victor–his love life most specifically. The playboy thing is most likely an exaggeration tabloids put together, and it sorta just caught on. All these reports of Victor being seen with so and so must mean he’s seeing them, right?

Victor has been called selfish before. It’s probably a very common belief that he’s quiet and serious and really only cares about himself and the ice. This cannot be further from the truth, but it’s how people see him. An immaculate god.

Then, Yuuri Katsuki. He’s sort of reclusive and doesn’t interact much. There’s not much on any of his social media accounts; the opposite of Victor. While Victor delivers constant content, Yuuri hides away. He avoids people, doesn’t really interact with fans, and seemingly snubs other competitors. 

People think he’s arrogant. Yuuri looks away from others like they’re not worth his time, which is totally uncalled for considering he can’t land his jumps, right? Yuuri’s spins and footwork are amazing, but he always falters technically. He gets a lot of flack from the press and the public for this; they say he’s mentally weak, he’s a mediocre skater at best, he should just stop trying. At times, Yuuri even believes them.

The beloved, sexy ice god versus the shy, weak underdog. 

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Supernatural Preferences: When You're Pregnant

Sam: As soon as you found out, you began plotting how you were going to tell him. Of course he noticed the slightly different things you did, resulting in him pestering you to see what’s wrong. After you told him the news he began prepping for the baby immediately. Regardless of the fact you two had nine months to get everything ready. Guess excitement overtakes people’s senses.

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy


Dean: The minute-no the second you told Dean, he began to treat you as though you were going to explode. Taking junk food from you because “it could hurt the baby”. Not letting you lift anything. Barley even a book or glass of water. Once you started to show more and more he refused to hug you…or even sleep in the same bed with you once you further progressed because “what if I roll over onto you?”, even though he never had before. Luckily for you, once the baby was born he directed all that paranoid attention to the munchkin.

Originally posted by heytheredeann


Castiel: It’s no surprise that he found out before you did. He was in a state of complete shock and awe from the second he heard a second heartbeat lingering inside of you. At first you thought it was cool or adorable how he could check in on you. That was until he was doing it every other hour to make sure nothing was wrong. It only got worse when the little being inside of you grew to be bigger. Any movement you made, or small noise at the feeling of a kick in your ribs, Cas had to give you the full examination. Sooner or later he realized that everything was going to be fine and he could stop worrying so much. That didn’t happen until a week before your due date.

Originally posted by pinkman


Crowley: From the moment you told The Boy King about your little gift, he had a certain change in him. Whether he saw this as father redemption or was just filled with happiness, you couldn’t tell. The most overprotective he got during your pregnancy was not letting you leave Hell without him. Which was understandable, so you didn’t really put up a fight. Carrying the King of Hell’s child had its perks. Like food whenever you wanted it, and whatever you wanted. Anything you asked for, demons would scramble about trying to get it as quickly as possible. It was really something funny, watching them trip over their fear of not being fast enough. Of course your new little munchkins first outfit had “The prince/princess of Hell” labeled on it. That one you didn’t really have a say on.

Originally posted by lucifersagents


Lucifer: It all started when he sat straight up in bed and just looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Just when you thought your life couldn’t change anymore, it did. On so many levels. Honestly it was really weird knowing that all of Heaven and Hell knew you were with child before you even had a clue. The fact that you had Angels hell bent on killing you, but mainly the baby, didn’t really help with the whole pregnancy stress level chart. As if it wasn’t stressful enough having a human growing inside of you. But Luce was by your side 24/7. Always keeping the Angels or anything that meant to harm you far away. Somewhere between all the baby assassins and pregnancy hormones, the two of you still had time to have a somewhat normal upcoming. Anytime a kick or a movement was going to happen he knew. And he’d be right there to witness it.

Originally posted by devoiddean


Gabriel: Never had you thought that Gabe and his trickster tendencies would be something you would appreciate. That was until it came handy to have to help hide you from those who meant to cause your unborn child harm. Most of your pregnancy wasn’t spent fighting some war against those who intended to harm you. It was spent fighting another war over what the babies name would be. First idea Gabriel had was “Little Ass Kicker” because for some god awful reason that made sense. Obviously you weren’t about to call any child of yours that, but he was persistent. “What about Lak?” He would ask while you were just about to drift off to sleep. “Lak? The hell kind of name is-…it stands for Little Ass Kicker doesn’t it?” There was no way around it. He’d go to pretty lengthy extents trying to get you to say yes just once so it’d be official. Like rubbing your back for an hour. Or getting you a shit ton of the food you were craving. Long story short…you gave birth to a Little Ass Kicker…

Originally posted by devoiddean

Things Said In My Household but with Fairy Tail Pt.5
  • Erza: Movie time!!
  • Natsu: *groan*
  • Gajeel: What movie are we watching?
  • Erza: well, It's about you, Gray, and Natsu.
  • Gray: There's a movie about us?
  • Erza: *inserts The Three Stooges*
  • __
  • Wendy: Gajeel sing! :D
  • Natsu: Wendy No.
  • Gray: oh god no.
  • Gajeel: Well *fixes imaginary tie* if you insist
  • Gajeel: *opens mouth*
  • Wendy: You can stop now.
  • ___
  • Natsu: Guys..
  • Gray: What is it this time?
  • Natsu: Lucy's mad at me.
  • Gajeel: oh jeez what did you do this time?
  • Natsu: I DONT KNOW. WE WERE AT THE MALL AND EATING AND SAID HOW SHE LIKED TO EAT A LOT AND--
  • Gajeel: stop. you gone and fuck up right there.
  • _____
  • Gajeel: *singing in the shower*
  • Gray: wait a minute i recognize that song anywhere...
  • Gajeel: BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE.
  • Gray: ...
  • ____
  • *It Was The Annual Spring Cleaning*
  • *Insert novela tv opening*
  • Gray: *dancing with the broom* mi corazon.
  • Gajeel: *laughing his ass out*
  • Natsu: He's not gay. He's not gay. He's.. so fucking gay
  • ____
  • Levy: Hey Gajeel.
  • Gajeel: Yeah?
  • Levy: Have i ever said how calm your family is?
  • Gajeel: No?
  • Levy: Good because then I'd lying.
  • *insert yelling about poptarts downstairs*
  • ____
  • *At The Park*
  • Natsu: It's so normal..
  • Gray: Yup. *eats an ice cream*
  • Gajeel: *puts his cat on the swings and swings Lily*
  • Natsu&Gray: .....
  • Natsu: Nevermind.
  • ____
  • *After The Park Going Home*
  • Gajeel: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? OF COURSE IT'S NORMAL TO SWING A CAT ON A SWING.
  • Natsu: *rolls his eyes*
  • Gray: Alright if you say so.
  • *They get off and enter the house *
  • Erza: Hey guys welcome back.
  • Erza: .
  • Erza: Where's Wendy?
  • AllThree: HOLY SHIT.
  • ___
  • Wendy: *sits on the swing*
  • Woman: where's your parents?
  • Wendy: Probably just remembering about my existence . *smiles and swings*
  • Woman: *walks away quickly*
  • Wendy: *continues swinging*
  • ___
  • Gray: IM HOME! *enters the house only to hear giggling*
  • Erza: And this is Gray when he was only 2. His ass is probably still the same color.
  • Juvia: *giggling*
  • Gray: erza why..
  • Erza: Oh hey Gray. Just showing Juvia your baby pictures.
  • Gray: ...erza why..
  • ___
  • Erza: GUYS GUESS WHAT!
  • Gajeel: What?
  • Erza: IM GOING ON A SECOND DATE WITH JELLAL.
  • Natsu: Really? Thats great! Someone actually likes you!
  • Gray: ohhhhhh burn!
  • Erza: *goes into the kitchen*
  • Gray: what is she..
  • Erza: *comes back outside eating the last poptart*
  • Natsu: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
  • Gray: NO WHY.
  • Gajeel: beyond cruel..
  • ____
  • Lucy: Hey Gray.
  • Gray: Hey sister in law
  • Lucy: S-sister in law?!
  • Gray: Wait natsu hasnt asked? Oh nvm forget what i said.
  • Lucy: WHAT?!
  • ___
  • Natsu: GRAY, WHAT DID YOU TELL LUCY.
  • Gray: IT WAS GAJEELS IDEA
  • ___
  • Gajeel: *screaming* THERE'S A FUCKING SPIDER ON THE WALL.
  • Gray: AW HELL NO *runs out the house*
  • Natsu: NO NO NO NOPE. *walks the opposite direction*
  • Gajeel: SOMEONE HAS TO FUCKING KILL IT.
  • Wendy: *puts a cup over it with paper under* Loooooooook gajeel. *gets closer*
  • Gajeel: NO GET RID OF IT. *defending self with a pillow*
  • Erza: Oh my fucking god, it's just a fucking spider.
  • _____
  • Gajeel: I cant believe you actually let her keep the damn spider.
  • Wendy: *in the backround smiling*
  • Natsu: Erza, It's either us or the spider.
  • Erza: Spider.
  • Gray: erza think about what you're doing.
  • Erza: spider.
  • Gajeel: fuCK.
  • ___
  • Wendy: Guys i lost the spider...
  • Gray: well lets find it so i can kill it.
  • Wendy: T-T
  • Gray: *spider on his back*
  • Wendy: uh..
  • Gray: well dont just stand there.
  • Wendy: But the--
  • Gray: WENDY, what can possible be the matter?
  • Natsu: DONT WORRY GRAY ILL SAVE YOU *comes from behind with a frying pan*
  • ___
  • Part 6? : D
  • <strike> did i forget to mention the spider's name was Clarence? </strike>

agirlcalledfrost  asked:

OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
  • FUCKIN
  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”

that!”

‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”

  • NO YOU DON’T
  • I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR

“mollyhall—”

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

  • YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.

“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”

  • GINNA NO

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

The signs as: their places in the modern world
  • Aries: You're not sure how you feel about most sports, but you can't help but to watch them when they run. They kick off so hard that they seem to almost fly through the beginning of the race. They're always wearing some form of red. Their hair is a curly mess and when you try to smooth it down you feel something sharp break the skin on your hand. They look at you. Their eyes are glinting gold.
  • Taurus: You catch sight of them sometimes, lounging outside small bakeries and cafes. The air seems to move a little slower around them, thick and cloying like honey. Your watch has stopped. Everything is calm and warm, but when you leave the sun is already setting. You only stopped by for a pastry.
  • Gemini: You notice them sometimes at the entrances of side streets and tiny alleys, standing side by side. Their hair is dyed outrageous colours and spiked like a hedgehog. The one who is grinning at you beckons you closer, but behind them the one who is frowning desperately shoos you away.
  • Cancer: You go to the library early one morning,sleep deprived,half dead and yet absurdly over stimulated from coffee. All the reference books have been loaned out. A librarian, a little smaller than the rest, emerges from nowhere and hands you a copy. There are indents in the cover and for a second you think you see claws hidden in the sleeves of their sweater. Their eyes glisten. You're too intimidated to ask how they got this book.
  • Leo: They seem to show up in the strangest of places. On rooftops, in trees, curled up in a shopping trolley that has been abandoned in the street. Cats follow them everywhere. Your cat has been missing for the past week. You think it has joined the crowd that follows them. They flash you a smile that speaks of war. You know then that you would follow them too. Their smile says that you might have to.
  • Virgo: You've lost your friend at a party. Your head pounds to the beat of the music. The creepy 40 something year old that nobody invited has been tracking your movements. As you start to panic a cool hand slips into yours. A silky voice tells you to look away from him. You dance and everything seems more intense somehow. On your way home you find a slip of paper in your pocket. On it is written a telephone number. It disintegrates as you add it into your contacts.
  • Libra: You're feeding pigeons on the boardwalk when you see them. They're crawling low to the ground and you're not sure why anyone would want to do that among the mess of fish hooks and tangled lines. A group of boys are throwing their rubbish into the river. You catch a glimpse of them pouring mud and fish heads into the boys socks. The boys don't seem to notice. When you take your shoes off you find a five dollar bill scrunched up in the bottom.
  • Scorpio: You're pretty sure that job interviews aren't supposed to be this terrifying, especially not for part time work at a fast food venue. You earn only ice cold stares from them until they see your references. Then they give you a strange smile that sends your heart soaring and plummeting simultaneously. They tell you that you'll fit in here. You just wonder whether you'll be able to get out. When you pull away from a handshake they leave the impression of claws on your palm.
  • Sagittarius: You're on a bus and the sun is going down when you sit next to them. They ask you where you're going and you tell them. They ask you why. You give a much more honest answer than you had expected to. You find yourself trying to justify the actions that have led you to this point. They hum along thoughtfully. You're already at your stop. The bus is empty except for the two of you. You could have sworn that it was full when you boarded, but yours has been the only stop. You turn to wave as you leave but now the seat is bare.
  • Capricorn: You're grocery shopping and you don't usually make a habit of talking to anyone when you do so, but your eyes lock over the frozen produce. You realise that you're crying. The two of you sit down in the isle. No one tells you not to. The store is strangely quiet, the hum of the lights and refrigerator behind you the only constant factors. You leave with several dubious pieces of life advice and an excellent recipe for fried chicken. as you turn your key in the lock of your door you realise that they know your life story, but you don't even know their name.
  • Aquarius: You're at a target late at night looking for something that you can't quite name. Nothing seems right. A shop attendant behind you agrees. They lead you through the racks into an area that you have never been in before. Dark things dart between the shelves. They point to an item on the shelf. It is slowly growing. It's perfect. As you leave you glance behind you but the lights are off inside. You check the open hours. It closed hours ago. You check your receipt. It's a plain piece of paper covered only by a shaky drawing of an eye and a price.
  • Pisces: You have a foggy memory of a summer camp attended years ago. They were attending too. They always stood a little away from the other kids, the counselors never spoke to them. They showed you secret places hidden behind brambles and stinging nettles. You weren't quite sure how they got through spaces that were so much smaller than their body. On your final day they pressed a tiny golden pendant into your hand. The rest of the memory has faded. You ask your parents about it but they tell you that you have never been to summer camp. The pendant is still in your top drawer. It feels warm to the touch.
Sex with Tom when you're Harrison's sister

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• okay but of you’re Harrison’s sister Tom would fight against his feelings until the very last second
• he’d actually never see you as a potential girlfriend bc you’re the sister of his best friend
• so you’re the one that make the first move
• you start to provoke him in every chance you have
• the very first time would be something really simple, a dinner at your house and you keep rubbing your knee on his by “accident”
• and every time Tom sleepover on your house you’d make sure to come downstairs to breakfast in only a large t-shirt and panties
• Haz would freak out bc even if Tom is almost family, he still is a guest
• but worth the way Tom look at you (thinking that you’re not noticing)
• on the movie nights you’d strategically put your head on Harrison’s lap and your tights on Tom’s lap but wouldn’t stop moving your legs putting Tom in a really hard situation
• you’d annoy him a lot and get into small discussions, always contradicting him making him angry
• Harrison would love to see those fights bc he thinks it’s super funny how you really annoy everybody and not just him
• if you feel Tom staring you’d bite your lips and throw your head back massaging your neck
• no bra
• you’d never wear bra when Tom is around
• and you’d make sexy noises when you’re eating something really good
• you’d always let something fall on the floor just to show your ass when you grab it
• you’d do this things for months and nothing
• every time Tom talks about (or with) Zendaya you’d be so jealous that you’d just leave the place without saying anything
• Haz would think you’re in PMS tho
• since you’re not getting a feedback you’d try one last thing and if this doesn’t work out you’d finally give that guy from your work a chance
• the walls on your house are very thin and your room are side to side with the room Tom sleeps in so you’d just wait for him to sleepover again
• after you hear his door close your start to play with yourself
• you’re start to moan his name and let small cries of pleasure out as your fingers curl inside you
• he was hearing it, you know he was so why he wasn’t doing anything?
• anything at all
• how it’s this possible?
• conform you’re close to your orgasm you’d start to be more loud
• and nothing
• Tom really ignored you
• so you just take you phone and text James (the guy from your work) inviting him to the the movie theater
• even if it’s late he answers you almost instantly
• and now you have a date, congrats
• in the morning you put some shorts to have breakfast bc you gave up provoking Tom
• and Haz would be so happy that you finally listened him that would make you smile a little
• but Tom wouldn’t be there making you wonder if he never want to see your face again
• his lost bc you’re beautiful and completely over him
• well maybe not completely judging by the way your legs shake when he appears on the kitchen but hell yeah you 90% over him
• he’s acting normal so you he really don’t feel anything for you, let’s move on then
• “Haz, I have a date tonight so I’m not getting dinner”
• Harrison would make so many questions that you didn’t notice Tom clenching hard his jaw
• He ask if James is respectful, if he’s a fan of your favorite series, if he’s educated, if he’s a dork, if he’s a fuckboy and he’d help you choice your outfit (I want a brother like Haz pls)
• during all day Tom would be quiet and grumpy telling you that it’s cold and maybe you should stay home
• but you don’t give a fuck bc you have a date
• you have a date and you’re going to focus only on James
• you’d be finishing your shower when you listen do the doorbell
• you’d just involve your body in the towel and run to open the door
• in the moment James look at you just “wearing” a towel he’d blush and his eyes would be darker
• that’s a fucking reaction, Thomas
• you invite him to get in and see the both men of your life sitting in the couch staring at you but in very different ways
• Haz was mortified with your bad education but Tom was… with lust in his eyes?
• doesn’t matter now bc you have a date (and you think it’s something that you made up like you always do)
• “Y/N, go put your clothes now. Oh my god, James. I’m sorry she’s not always like that. I swear”
• you’d be able to listen your brother taking to James while you’re going to your room
• now that you’re ready you just stop in the top of the stairs and smile at the boys
• “Ready?”
• James stand up and you both walk to the door
• “Let’s watch Batman VS Superman, sweetheart”
• Harrison laugh at Tom’s face but you don’t dare turn around to see it
• the night was actually really pleasant and James really know how to keep a conversation
• you’re actually surprise by how good his kiss was but unfortunately on your mind was Tom kissing you and leaving that hickie on your neck (okay maybe you’re 60% over Tom)
• and he’s such a gentleman, he really left you on your door and kissed you on the cheek to say goodbye
• in the moment you put your foot inside your house Harrison starts to yell
• “OH MY GOD. THIS IS A HICKIE. I CAN’T BELIEVE. YOU’RE NOT ABLE TO DO THIS KIND OF STUFF. THIS IS SIN”
• he’d be more convincing if he wasn’t laughing until he lost his breath
• “Haz… I’m going to take another shower.”
• “TO WASH ALL THIS DIRTY ONLY IN HOLY WATER”
• “Shut up. And go buy cookies. I’m super hungry for…”
• “YOU’RE PREGNANT?”
• okay maybe Haz it’s the kind of brother who loves to annoy his sister too
• “You’re ridiculous.”
• your both are laughing but not Tom
• if have something that Tom it’s not doing this thing it’s laugh
• in the bathroom would be able to see the live mark and wasn’t that big
• feeling the hot water on your body make you realize how tense you were
• and you blame Tom
• again you only come out of the bathroom wearing just a towel bc who needs clothes right?
• entering your dark room you’d see someone sitting in your bed
• turning the lights on you’d be able to see that was him
• “You really need to stop walking like this, darling”
• “This is my house, Tom. I can walk like whatever the fuck I want to”
• “You have a horrible mouth”
• “But I can do great things with”
• you’re sassy just like Haz, must be something in the DNA
• but Tom would groan lowly and his face would be pure rage
• “Like you did today?”
• instinctively you’d cover your neck with one hand
• “What the fuck? You have not to do with this, Tom.”
• “I think I do, darling
• “Really? How?”
• you raise one eyebrow when he stand up and walk in your direction unconsciously stepping back
• “Well… It’s wasn’t his name that you’re moaning last night”
• your back hit the wall and his body is now inches from yours
• you didn’t really know what to say so you’d just started at him, mouth barely open and heavy breathing
• “Do you know how hard I was? I guess I never been so fucking hard in all my life and I wasn’t able to do anything. If I was able to listen to you, you’d be able to listen to me.”
• his hands would be softly on your waist and his lips would be rubbing your softly
• “I dreamed about you all night, on how tight your pussy is and how I want to your little dirty mouth all over my cock sucking all my cum. I woke up with my dick still pulsing begging for attention and I wasn’t able to do anything until you leave your room, princess.”
• the thought made you moan and his fingers sinking stronger in your body through the towel
• “You have been provoking me for so much time and I didn’t do anything because you’re Haz’s sister, but every fucking time you make those damn noises eating a piece of cake I wished that was my dick in your mouth, every fucking time you start to fighting with me my only thought was taking you right there and make angry sex. You fucking don’t use bras. Do you know how many times I touch myself thinking on me sucking your tits?”
• he’d take your towel off and throw it in the floor
• you’d feel totally exposed but you’d be so wet that you wouldn’t give a fuck
• he’d turn you around pressing your ass against his erection against your ass
• you’d moan and rub your cheeks making him groan and slap your butt
• “That guy James… I hate him so much. He tried to mark him as yours… But darling… You’re mine now and I’m gonna show you”
• one of his hands would be around your throat and with the other he’d insert two of his fingers inside you
• “So wet for me and a I barely did anything, love. I want to play with you to make you pay for all the months you made me find relief alone, but right now we need to be quick. Haz is probably coming back and we know how thin this walls are”
• he’d say that while open his pants and take his fat throbbing cock off his boxers
• and then harshly push himself into you at once
• before you be a to scream Tom would put his left hand on your mouth
• “Remember, darling… thin walls. And fuck… You’re so tight”
• as he start to thrust against you he’d look down to see his dick disappear inside you as he move
• he’d bite your shoulder really strong and leave way more dark hickies along your neck than James did
• pulling your back against him while he grunted in your ear he’d get a perfect view of your tits bouncing with each thrust he slammed into you
• your hand would move to your clit and start to rubbing it furiously
• your juice would be covering his dick making the dirtiest noises
• you knew you were getting close and you’d start to be more louder
• “Fuck, Y/N. I’ve always wonder if you were the quiet type, but I can see that you’re really vocal huh?”
• you push your ass back against him trying to get all the possible contact with his body
• all the dirty talk would push you to the edge and you’d feel your body be consumed by your orgasm and clench your walls around his cock mentally thanking Tom for the hand on your mouth
• Tom would have grip onto you tighter to keep you up steady
• the thrusts would be more erratic and with a few more you would feel the fingers around neck tighter
• you knew he had cum inside of you and now that you both are trying to calm down you’d feel his dick twitching inside you sometimes
• his face would be buried in the croock of your neck and his heavy breaths would make goosebumps rise through your body
• Tom would turn you around and kiss you
• that’s the best fucking kiss on your life
• his lips would be so soft and he’d be so passionate
• and he’d kiss your forehead and you’d slightly rest the weight of your head on his chin
• “Tom, why did you take so long to do something if I turn you on so much?”
• “Because you’re Haz’s sister. He’s my best friend and he’s going to kill me”
• “He don’t have to find out.”
• “I think we should tell, Y/N”
• “I think we should fight about this and finally have angry sex”
• “You’re serious right now?”
• you’d just laugh and kiss him again while start take his t-shirt
• Tom is a really good kisser you know
• it’s almost like the world around you disappears
• almost
• you still would be able to listen your brother open the door of your room and start to talk
• “Hey Y/N, I didn’t find those cookies so… HEY WHAT THE FUCK?

roteli  asked:

You mentioned in a post that fiction ≠ reality, but to kids it's not, fiction shapes how they see the world. Fiction is supposed to show them what's right and what's wrong. Adults who support adult/minor relationships make it had for children to distinguish that line if they haven't dealt with discourse (in the actual sense of the word) on serious subjects before. I can't make you stop shipping adult/minor ships, but I hope you consider what you're posting and the consequences that they have.

Is it fiction that shapes their perception or context?

I will agree that what we see in the media can influence us to some extent; a tragic movie can bring us to tears, just like a drama can educate us on matters across the globe, and propaganda has been used - even in modern day - to try and change the opinions of the masses to suit a greater power.

That being said, those things all rely on context: our tears spring from empathy, the education relies on a desire to be educated, and propaganda usually is on the back of a society willing to believe or being fed specific information from other sources. It’s like in children’s shows. We see Bart Simpson being strangled by his father, or Keith name-calling Lance, but children usually know these things are completely wrong.

They know not to imitate ‘Tom and Jerry’, because they have parents and teachers there to say: “it is wrong to hurt someone else”. They get time-outs on the naughty step, or a spanking in certain cultures, or just a long lecture … they usually have some trusted figure there to discipline and/or explain, so that everything they watch is through that same filter of understanding.

It’s why we need to supervise the media our children consume.

I think you are right: if this is the only discourse a child sees, it can have detrimental affects, but - massive ‘but’ here - where are the parents/guardians? Why are strangers on the Internet meant to parent the children of other people, whom they have not agreed to legally raise?

See, when we grew up, this was a constant discussion. We were taught basics of reproduction as soon as we asked questions. We were taught about ‘naughty places’ and ‘private places’. We were taught never to let an adult touch there. These discussions evolved over time, so - as a young teenager - we were taught about statutory rape, that even if we ‘want’ it that it’s still wrong, and so forth and so forth … 

We need to put the responsibility for raising a child on the parents.

Tumblr is 18+ on the app, 13+ on the website, I believe? While AO3 allows all content and explicitly states this, while having a tagging and rating system for you to make an informed choice about what you see. This means we have to lay responsibility upon the parents for not supervising or limiting the Internet activity of the child, instead of trying to infringe upon the rights of adults and remove their safe spaces to produce/consume art as they wish.

It’s basically a case of there being safe spaces for children, too, where they can discuss/consume art freely without coming across such materials, but that falls upon the parent to make sure that they are on the right websites … example, if I do not like porn then I avoid porn sites. If I don’t want to see shipping, I don’t go onto Tumblr or AO3.

What I’m advocating is personal responsibility. 

We need parents/guardians to stop the children from seeing these things, or for them (and schools) to provide a context to what they see … if a child knows that it’s fiction, just like child abuse in ‘The Simpsons’ or glorified violence in ‘Tom and Jerry’ is just fiction, they won’t normalise it and seek to emulate it. The answer isn’t to ban or censor such cartoons; no one would ever say ‘ban cartoons’, because they’re a part of life, but I think providing context to cartoons is absolutely key to these things.

One last example … 

I was around eight when “South Park” first came out; we watched it religiously as children, even with videos cassettes of it, because parents assumed that it was safe as all cartoons were for kids (that was their mistake and their fault as parents, because - like with shipping - the content isn’t the problem, but that it’s made accessible by parents unwilling to supervise their own children). 

In our case, we had massive context for what we saw (luckily, our parents were good on that score, which is part of why I always advocate teaching children, especially if you aren’t willing to supervise them). We never copied the bad language (some people I know today never swear; even I say ‘shoot’ or ‘darn’ as a general rule). No one I know copied the violence (I don’t have a single friend from that group who ever tried to kick a baby, for example). 

It was just entertainment. We laughed and enjoyed it, but we never copied it or held it up to a standard of normality … it was just a cartoon; we knew that, because our parents taught us that, as well as teaching us the behaviour in such cartoons was inappropriate in real life. This is why education is key.

If a child has parents that accidentally let them see Keith/Shiro, they should at least have the education and context to know that behaviour is inappropriate and should not be copied … it’s not up to shippers to stop creating such works, because the places we’re in are designed for adults or for all age-groups with explicit rules allowing such art. Now, if I went onto a children’s forum and posted such things -? Bad. On Tumblr -? Not so bad.

Sorry for the long essay back. 

We just need to realise that art/fanfiction isn’t the problem; the problem comes from parents/guardians not contextualising what children see, or preventing them from seeing it in the first place. We also need more safe spaces just for children, both moderated and supervised by responsible adults, so they have places to go that - well - aren’t Tumblr or AO3.  

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how I see the signs and what I want them to know
  • (side note - View of a Virgo rising, Leo sun in the 12th, Libra moon in 2nd, mercury Cancer in 11th, venus Leo in 12th, mars Leo in 11th)
  • Aries: was once my best friend, she made literally everything in my life brighter and always helped me to just enjoy things and stop worrying all the time. Also great hugs. Just simply has that energy, wherever it may be - physically, mentally, staying up until you binge watched that show, giving you their last money so you can get yourself something to eat before you starve to death, always down for a talk and a walk even if they had a packed schedule. Please don't miss out on times when you just have to take a day off to get your beautiful and strong energy back. I care about your health so please don't forget to eat properly and don't miss out on that quality time if needed.
  • Taurus: a girl from my drama class and my little sisters moon sign, I am just so in love with your sense for aesthetic. Total sunshines. I feel like I can always rely on you, super compassionate and knows how to make you feel comfortable when youre not. I love that when you have a goal in your mind, you will give your everything to achieve that! Also so humble but like I want you so desperately to know how beautiful I think you are!! I enjoy your company a lot. Please don't be afraid of changes, I know that's such a mainstream thing to write for Taurus but I really do believe that maybe sometimes you need to be reminded that life can also begin at the end of your comfort zone.
  • Gemini: a guy and a girl from biology class, I am literally stunned at how much these people know. Eloquent fluffballs. I could listen to you spreading knowledge 24/7, make great jokes in my opinion and just kind of knows... everyone?? Get along with so many people, can be very chill but also full of energy when they're talking about things they are interested in. Also fun-fact kings and queens. Please remind yourself to stay loyal to your true friends, you may know many people with whom you get along with so well and for sure everyone is intersting in their own way, but it's very possible to feel lonely in a crowd. Your closest friends will always get you out of that and help you, I promise.
  • Cancer: a close friend of mine, literally the most caring person I've ever met. Actual comedians. I don't know I just straight up fell in love with your humour. All the Cancers I know have or had some extreme physical problems going on, please get well soon if you read this and you're also not feeling well. Mentally on the next level, strong and kind of unbreakable. Don't hide their feelings because they just know that when you bottle up your feelings it's never going to end well. They just get you and will be there for you no matter what. Please take care of yourself just as well as you do with your friends and family, you are a true blessing and it's definitely okay to rant or cry or just let it all out.
  • Leo: my english teacher and a guy I used to be close with, very often completely misunderstood and taken for granted, which can lead to unhealthy behaviour. Will make you feel great after a plain shit day. I strive to be this talented at just expressing myself or being confident, even if you just want the world to think you are confident when you're actually not. Cuddly queens and kings. Better not hurt their pride because it took them a lot of time to actually get to that level and in a world where people hate on you for loving yourself, to them it feels like, despite all their work, they are not worth of loving themselves. Please don't forget that although sometimes it's hard to look in the mirror and like what you see, there are caring and warm-hearted people who love you just the way you are.
  • Virgo: a girl in my class I simply adore, I always annoy you with my endless compliments. Kind of just in love with these down-to-earth and sweet people. Either super chill or worried a lot, I wish I could just hug you until you feel less stressed. Smol but strong beans you can learn a lot from. So reliable, I actually hate doing group projects and always want to do everything myself but since you share that opinion we created something I was really proud of and now we always do them together. Please remember that passion is something you shouldn't be ashamed of, you simply don't have to be because it's something you love and your needs are valid. Also dreaming big, it's possible, especially for you so why not?
  • Libra: a girl I recently got to know and am already completely amazed by, literal social butterflies who sometimes only know in hindsight how much they enjoyed the company of someone because they adapt so easily and it's rare to find someone where you can just simply be yourself. Love how they view life and that they make me want to talk more. Very open and you never feel excluded because they just know how to include everyone. Please don't forget to remind yourself who you truly are and not to lose yourself in another person, because there really is only one you no matter how good you are at adapting to literally every social situation, you are amazing and I want you to be comfortable as well.
  • Scorpio: my dad and my ex boyfriend's mom, two very caring peole in their own way. I always love how sharp their sarcasm can be. Can comfort extremely well when they want to. So many secrets and things to know about them that I can lose myself in them wanting to explore whats actually behind their shell. Teaches you life lessons. Please don't forget that humans aren't flawless and that's completely okay. You don't have to hold onto old grudges, communication is key and talking about these things, confronting these people who did you wrong will help you grow as a person.
  • Sagittarius: an old friend of mine, very cute people who get interested in so many things and they are so versatile and adventurous I absolutely love their lively nature. Memes™. Total dorks you can fall for in a second. Are actually the best partners to just talk to about anything because they will be interested and share their opinion with you. Please remind yourself that cutting off people can be a very wise decision and you don't have to keep up with everyones shit if that's just not what you're in for.
  • Capricorn: I am literally so attracted to these people it's unreal, although I kind of always think that they don't like me...... anyways, my bigger twin sisters are caps and they are humble souls who really had to fight for a lot in life sadly. So proud of you. Keep up with the hard work, you really deserve everything. So realistic and pure I have heart eyes. Supportive and extremely loyal. Will stand up for you if you need it. Straight face™ but still manages to make even the most serious people laugh. Please remind yourself to not overdo it with the work, take a day off to relax and let yourself go maybe, even if it's hard - with the right people you don't ever have to be afraid of being yourself.
  • Aquarius: my ex boyfriend whom I had a crush on for like 4 years, teached me great life lessons. Will always have a weakness for aquas, they just attract me so much, how much of a fluffy dork can you be tbh? Capacity of acceptance is incredible. So much fun to be with. Are kind of just good at everything? You can talk to them about anything, it won't feel weird, they won't question it and just talk to you about that topic. So friendly, an underrated trait in my opinion, just complete and simple friendliness you enjoy to the fullest. Please remind yourself to let people not only see your amazing shell but also your stunning core, there are people who love to talk about the same things you love and nothing about you is weird, you are special and I absolutely love it.
  • Pisces: a very sweet guy I've been texting with for the past months, very open minded and also have that sensitivity I strive to have. Very inspirational smol puppy. Actual daydreamers™, may be late to school but love deeply and would never neglect your love. Kind of hate almost everything that's planned out? (I'm sorry I just love to plan things out) will hug you no matter what. Does not fear to dream big, is very talented at artsy stuff in my opinion. Please don't forget that even if it seems hard, and yes our school system is kind of very bad,we get to have that education and your dreams will be reality if you work hard enough to achieve them. You have so much potential, please don't ever waste it.
Things Said In My Household but with Fairy Tail Pt.7
  • <p> <b></b> *Natsu's Birthday When he was younger** Its morning*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> HAPPY BIRTHDAY SLUMBAG.<p/><b>Gray:</b> *tackles Natsu in his sleep* WAKE UPPP<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *appears from underneath the covers and smacks Natsu* WAKEY WAKEY.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *wakes up and slaps Gajeel* WHAT.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> YOU SON OF A GUN.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *blindfolded* Gray, why do i have to be blindfolded?<p/><b>Gray:</b> Because you are trying to pin the tail on the donkey.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> but the pin could hurt the donkey. I might trip and get hurt.<p/><b>Gray:</b> Stop being such a baby<p/><b>Wendy:</b> I am a baby. Im 6.<p/><b>Gray:</b> Just do it.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *pouts and walks the opposite direction of the board*<p/><b>Gray:</b> Wendy you are going the w--*sees her heading towards Gajeel* You're doing great.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *pats Gajeels butt* I think i found it ..*pins*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> Wha--*yelps in pain*<p/><b>Gray:</b> *on the ground laughing*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> AHAHAHA.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *still blindfolded* did i do it?<p/><b></b> ____<p/><b>Everyone:</b> Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Natsu! Happy birthday to you!<p/><b>Cobra:</b> *comes in with the cake* I have the ca-- *trips and the cake lands on Natsu*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> ...<p/><b>Natsu:</b> CAKE FIGHT! *throws cake at Erza*<p/><b>Erza:</b> You PUNK! *throws it back*<p/><b>Laxus:</b> wth**gets hit with cake*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> FOR SPARTA.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *is hiding underneath the table eating cake* im suppose to be the child here.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Natsu:</b> im doing it..*scrolling through playlist*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> natsu pls..<p/><b>Gray:</b> DO IT.<p/><b></b> *plays harlem shake*<p/><b>Cobra:</b> *bursts in "dancing"*<p/><b></b> ____<p/><b></b> *walking into school*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> If anyone has trouble with Wendy you have trouble with ME.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> YEAH DONT MESS WITH HER<p/><b>Gray:</b> all you heartbreakers back the fuck off.<p/><b>Erza:</b> guys wendy doesnt even go here.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Cobra:</b> Man it's so quiet..so peaceful<p/><b>Cobra:</b> ...<p/><b>Cobra:</b> HOLY SHIT WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU 5 IDIOTS.<p/><b></b> ____<p/><b></b> *And this is the story of how Natsu met Lucy*<p/><b></b> *School Fair*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> DUDE LOOK. *points to a pig pen*<p/><b>Gray:</b> I DARE YOU TO GO IN AND JOIN YOUR FAMILY NATSU.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> Wow, shady. And No fucking way--*sees Lucy staring his way*<p/><b>Lucy:</b> hey you two<p/><b>Gajeel&Gray:</b> Hey Lucy<p/><b>Natsu:</b> whaa...<p/><b>Lucy:</b> Is this your brother?<p/><b>Gray:</b> Yup he's the idiot<p/><b>Natsu:</b> HEY!<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> We just dared natsu to go into the pig pen<p/><b>Lucy:</b> there's no way he's gonna do it<p/><b>Natsu:</b> ill do it.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *jumps into pig pen* Easy there piggy<p/><b>Pig:</b> *looks pissed off*<p/><b>Gray:</b> uh natsu..i think you should..<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *starts getting chased by pig*W-OAH . HELLLPPPP ME! *runs around but trips straight into the mud*<p/><b>Gajeel&Gray:</b> *burst out laughing*<p/><b>Lucy:</b> *giggles at Natsu*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *cheeky smile* I guess it was worth it .<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Wendy:</b> One<p/><b>Wendy:</b> two<p/><b>Wendy:</b> three<p/><b>Wendy:</b> ten! ready or not here i come<p/><b></b> __<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *singing Bad by Michael Jackson* Well they say the sky's the limit!<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> *slides into the room with sunglasses on* And to me that's really true!<p/><b>Gray:</b> *appears with a hat* But my friend you have seen nothin'!<p/><b>Cobra:</b> *appears from behind couch* Just wait 'til I get through!<p/><b>Everyone:</b> Because I'm bad, I'm bad come on!!!<p/><b>Cobra:</b> You know I'm bad, I'm bad come on, you know!!<p/><b>Natsu:</b> And the whole world has to<p/><b></b> Answer right now!!<p/><b>Gray:</b> Just to tell you once again!!<p/><b>Erza:</b> *appears from behind everyone and strikes a pose* Who's bad?<p/><b></b> ____<p/><b></b> *doorbell*<p/><b>Gray:</b> I GOT ITT-- *opens it* HEY-- oh? Hi?<p/><b>Romeo:</b> Uh..h-hi.. is wendy home?<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *appears out of nowhere* yes, why u ask?<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> Hey who's at the do--*sees romeo* ..hmm.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> Guys leave romeo alone. *pulls him in* Dont mind them, they're stupid.<p/><b>Romeo:</b> Oh. O-okay!<p/><b>Gray:</b> *glare*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *soft growl*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> *cracking knuckles*<p/><b>Romeo:</b> *gulps* ^__;;;;;;;;;<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Mira:</b> *helping make turkey*<p/><b></b> *stuffs hand inside the you know what*<p/><b></b> Ahahaha, look, Im Turkey Woman *pretends to shoot with the turkey* Pew pew pew!<p/><b>Laxus:</b> *facepalm*<p/><b>Erza:</b> Turkey Woman sounds great and all, but you can never surpass, *shows hands covered in Mash potato* MASH WOMAN<p/><b>Cobra:</b> what the hell are you two doing<p/><b>Erza:</b> making turkey with a side of fuck off.<p/><b>Mira:</b> Actually it's potato.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>:</b> D<p/><b></b> Pt 8 if you want?<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> Here are a Few Words from my brothers!!<p/><b>Natsu:</b> Hey<p/><b>Gray:</b> that's just one word.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> IT COUNTS.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> honestly i thought we would scare everyone away especially how our family is.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> ^^<p/><b>Gray:</b> Who could resist someone like me?<p/><b>Natsu:</b> everyone in the universe that's who.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> How do we end this?<p/><b>Gray:</b> do we just say bye?<p/><b>Natsu:</b> AHA. SEE YA SUCKERS.<p/><b>Gray:</b> natsu i dont think that's how you--<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> Peace.<p/><b>Gray:</b> seriously is no one gonna--<p/><b>Erza:</b> what are you idiots doing with wendy's phone<p/><b>Gray:</b> Bye!!<p/><b></b> ____<p/><b>:</b> o i got my phone back.<p/><b></b> Here is a sneak peek at the first chapter of "If My House Were Fairy Tail."<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> It was the morning of a day I clearly don’t remember and have no intentions of trying to remember.<p/><b></b> This day marked the day that my family and I started to question my dear brother’s sexuality. And here is why.<p/><b></b> “Gray, STOP EATING ALL THE FUCKING POPTARTS.” Natsu yelled from downstairs. Wendy was awoken from her sleep by all the ruckus, which honestly wasnt a surprise to her at this point.<p/><b></b> She forced herself up and began to walk down the stairs. Unfortunetly, someone had left his trousers in the middle of the way. Wendy of course didn't see it coming. Poor Wendy, if anyone had been watching her, they would think for even the slightest second that she was flying.<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

psssst can I ask for jaehyun as a flower shop owner but the flowers are all enchanted to cause good things for each person who buys them!! and one day you come in trying to buy flowers for a friend who's been having a really bad month and he thinks you're so cute and you can finish the rest :))))))

i LOVE this idea!!! i just had to write it omg

  • jaehyun inherited the flowershop from an old family member of his 
  • and she’d always joke about how it was magical,,,,and jaehyun didn’t believe it until he showed up to work the first day and noticed small insects fluttering around all the flowers???
  • but the closer he got he realized they weren’t insects - they were fairies!
  • fairies of all different colors and shapes 
  • and one of them, the color of sunflowers, flew over to him to explain that every morning the fairies would come and spread magical dust on each flower in order to grant it power
  • and jaehyun didn’t really understand until one of the fairies instructed him to pick a rose and then see how well the rest of his day would be 
  • jaehyun did just that, plucking the flower and putting it behind his ear,,,,and like magic the entire day,,,,,,had just felt lighter
  • the headache he was so used to getting mid-day was gone, the cracks in his bathroom mirror had seemed to fix themselves, and best of all the book he’d lost months ago turned up on the counter of the flowershop
  • jaehyun had always been kind of a skeptic,,,but the flowershop had changed his perspective,,,,and every day he’d gotten into the groove of learning what each flower meant and what they could do to help people
  • like if someone came in to get flowers for someone sick, jaehyun would recommend chrysanthemums  - people trying to get flowers for graduations or promotions, he’d recommend lilies - and for those trying to find love, he’d give carnations 
  • one afternoon, as jaehyun was fixing one of the arrangements in the window he notices you looking curiously at some of the potted plants
  • something tickles his ear and he turns to see a fairy perched on his shoulder leaning in to whisper “i think they’re looking for something to cheer their friend up - how about d-” jaehyun smiles “daffodils. i know!”
  • the fairy laughs, disappearing in a cloud of glitter and jaehyun approaches you
  • “i see you’re interested in something for your friend?”
  • you straighten up, slightly shocked and stutter out a “how c-can you tell?” 
  • jaehyun shrugs, smoothing out his apron and motioning into his shop
  • “daffodils are great for get-well flowers, they’re bright and not too fragrant, i think your friend will really appreciate them.”
  • you follow jaehyun inside, not realizing that no matter how small the shop is - the inside is beautiful with hanging plants and soft lighting
  • for a moment you swear you see something pink moving across the room - a fairy -no way, this isn’t a story book,,,,,,,
  • you look over to see jaehyun holding an assortment of daffodils - “do you like them?” 
  • nodding he takes them to the back to wrap them up and you lean over some of the carnations, breathing in the smell and leaning down to touch one
  • as you do, you notice a tingling feeling in your heart - like something is making it beat a little faster, from the  corner of your eye you see jaehyun and then shake your head a bit
  • ,,,,,,,,you don’t even know him,,,,,,,,,,,,why do you feel nervous seeing him????
  • you don’t hear it but a couple of the fairies giggle behind you, one of them picks up a carnation as you’re turned the other way and drops it beside jaehyun
  • he reaches out, touching it, mumbling that he hadn’t put it here- 
  • but the same tingling feeling appears in his chest too
  • finishing up the bouquet he ties the ribbon and brings it back to the counter
  • you turn to step toward him but as your eyes lock, the tingling sensation floods through both of you
  • and staring at each other speechlessly,,,your hearts beat
  • from the shelves and pots the fairies watch as jaehyun tries to gather his words and you shuffle on your spot until you go 
  • “h-how much?”
  • silently jaehyun looks down, then hands them to you with a small, shy smile
  • “nothing, i-if you agree to stop by again tomorrow?”
  • your heart pounds, and so does jaehyuns, but you take them and nod slowly
  • “i- i will definitely stop by.”
  • jaehyun rubs his neck and tries to hide the obvious blush on his face, “ill be waiting,,,,,,,,,”
  • you turn to head out, seeing the carnations you’d touched earlier before
  • you swear that you see a petal move, a small figure behind the stem but you hurry out because you’re late to see your friend
  • neither of you see it but you’re both shrouded in red mist,,,,the power of the carnations binding your hearts together and the fairies giggling as jaehyun stands at the counter and mumbles to himself that you’re the cutest person he’s ever seen,,,,,,,,,,

anonymous asked:

131+132+147 for the prompts maybe? you're amazing xx

131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”

I also had a prompt for what would happen if Andrew and Neil met while Mary was still around. This… might turn into a verse lmao

The school is buzzing. And hot. Summer starts early in California and the fucking air conditioning isn’t working. Figures. The long sleeves don’t help, Andrew knows, but a little sweat isn’t going to make him stop wearing them. The heat isn’t really the problem right now. The problem is the red-head a year below Andrew, the one who showed up unexpectedly two months into the school year with a smile and a mother whose hair was just a touch more orange. Andrew remembers her, though he hasn’t seen her since. He hasn’t seen the kid that often, either - Jake is his name, Andrew thinks - except at lunch or in the rush around the lockers. 

He sees Jake now, though, just like everybody else.

The black eye is awful, puffy and out of place on that fine-boned pale face. The flesh looks dead, bloated, ready to burst. Andrew can almost believe it actually is, with the haunted look to the kid’s eyes. And all of the pretty girls are swarming him like flies, their jock boyfriends in the background ready to strip Jake of everything that he is if he makes the wrong move. The lack of personal space is making more than just Jake uncomfortable.

Andrew slams his locker and marches across the hall. He doesn’t even have to touch any of them; all he has to do is glare, and they scatter, exposing the carrion that had been about to become their next meal. 

Jake looks at him with shocking green eyes - well, eye, given that his left is pinched painfully shut - and a firm set to his mouth. “I can take care of myself just fine.”

Oh. Oh. This might be more interesting than Andrew had originally thought. Maybe he should have talked to Jake sooner. It seems the shy boy has a mouth on him.

“Yes, you looked like you were doing a fantastic job keeping the buzzards away,” Andrew says. “Next time I’ll wait until they’ve stripped your bones.” When Jake just continues to look at him, Andrew strains not to sigh. “Idiot. Come with me.”

“I’m fine, thanks.” 

Andrew’s expression drops at the sudden weary edge to Jake’s tone. He’s turned into a deer, body frozen and leaning away, tense and watching and seconds away from fleeing. A locker slams, and it’s instinct for Andrew’s eyes to snap toward the sound. A mistake. When he looks in front of him again, Jake has slipped away into the crowd.

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anonymous asked:

Yuri having a crush on you? (If you're feeling really nice maybe a short scenario with it)

i totally would write you a scenario anon but i’m just not really sure how to do it??? but i will give you hella headcanons, i hope it’s close to what you wanted ♡


{ yuri }

  • NO ONE WILL KNOW
  • seriously this boy ain’t telling a soul
  • excluding his cat of course
  • yuri’s one of those people that is content to quietly torture himself over his crush on you 
  • he is pretty much convinced you’ll never feel the same help him
  • he comes off even worse than he did before
  • t s u n d e r e
  • you give him butterflies all the time and he h atesit
  • his teasing will get so much worse omg
  • like imagine how extra it already is times 1000 and you might come close
  • the BLUSHING
  • HOLY LORD this boy is gonna blush at everything you do smh
  • everyone will call him out on it but he’ll always deny it like the tsundere he is
  • HE’LL STUTTER LIKE CRAZY IF YOU CATCH HIM OFF GUARD OMG
  • “yuri is there something on your face-?”
  • “c-check your own face, baka!!
  • if you go to watch him skate he’s gonna try to show off what a little shit
  • his dads yuuri and victor will tease him constantly about it
  • in front of you too
  • “oh, y/n! so nice to finally meet you, yuri never stops talking about you~! i’d say he’s in lo-”
  • DO YOU EVER SHUT UP VITYA?????you already know he’s blushing again
  • he’d come clean about it eventually, but it’d be so pent up that he’d probably just yell it at you randomly while you’re having a casual conversation
  • are you really this fucking stupid, y/n? why can everyone see how much i like you EXCEPT you?? get it through your head!!
  • lil baby is not good at talking about his feelings help him
  • ofc you like him back????
  • he’s s h o o k
  • pls take care of your new tsundere boyfriend 
  • Psychic: *reads my mind*
  • My mind: whenever I'm alone or if I'm feeling gray, there's one place I can go to brighten up my day it makes me want to sing that's how the show should end but wouldn't it be good if I could sing it with a friend fine whatever I'll join in too I might go outside to feel more alive without twitter where would I be I guess It'd be fit to stop posting sh-RUBBISH but tumblr's a part of me there's so many websites and so little time plus one or two you should avoid just don't stop watching youtube or we'll be unemployed the internet is here the internet is great when you've got lots of followers who need a real mate it might be antisocial but these days that is fine 'cause life is so much better when you spend it all online a place where you can be yourself no matter if you're geeky find friends that share your hobbies even if they're freaky where any question in your head is answered in an instant who care if you procrastinate your one shot at existence the internet is here the internet is great when you've got lots of followers who need a real mate Without the internet we never would have met We wouldn't be here on a stage doing things we might regret dance break who cares if you're a loser and everybody knows it or if you spend your life drawing whiskers on your noses even if your chances of getting tanned are slim or if you like vicariously through the life of a sim sheltay zomo the internet is here the internet is great when you've got lots of followers who need a real mate it might be antisocial but these days that is fine 'cause life is so much better life is so much better life is so much better when you spend it all online
  • Psychic: wow what a bop

anonymous asked:

Lex is killed in prison. Lena's reaction is a lot more than she thought it would be but she tries to deal on her own so Kara comes to comfort her

AO3 LINK


The news breaks on Twitter first, and then later on the national news. Lena doesn’t hear about it until she’s walking out of a marketing meeting and checks her phone.

It doesn’t register right away. The words seem so benign as they flash at her from multiple notifications on the screen.

LEX LUTHOR FOUND DEAD

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snuggsthebunn  asked:

have you done edging/overstim with the rfa gang + saran cuz binch plz make a thirsty hoes dreams come true you're giving the earth what god wants ily thank u

I’m gonna try writing short little ficlets for these! Doing the bulletpoints would just make this so damn long.

Yoosung

He swallowed thickly as you got on your knees behind him, squeezing his ass cheek.

“How many times did I beat you, Yoosungie~?”

Ahh, he loved that nickname, but not in this context. He pushed his face against his bed, ashamed at his pose: Face down ass up with a pillow between his legs.

“S-Seven times.”

“Mmmhmm,” You dug your nails into his ass cheek and he tried hiding his little mewl against the mattress. “Seven times. I thought you were such a good gamer, hm?”

You had challenged him earlier to a game, but on the conditions that if he lost, you got to have your way with him. He still couldn’t figure out if he lost on purpose or not.

When you first spanked him, he let out a surprised yelp, his lubed up cock rubbing against the pillow between his legs. God, he was already so hard after you putting the cockring on, and now you were going to spank him too?

You kept it up, each harsh smack causing him to rub against the pillow, trying his best not to more or let out little begs as you degraded him. You took your time too, taking turns on each cheek

When you finally were done, you planted a little kiss on his reddened cheek.

“You need to get better at games, Yoosung.”

He nodded against the bed, happy at the cool sensation against the pain. You started a few little kisses, promising to help soothe his sore ass, but without warning you reached between his legs and started fondling his balls. He gasped, bucking against the pillow again. He was already so riled up, why were you teasing him so much?

“M-Mc!”

You giggled, but helped him switch positions and lay on his back. You laid on your stomach, planting a kiss on the tip of his cock.

“I guess I should make you feel at least a little good, huh?”

Oh god, he wanted to feel good so bad, but…He was still wearing the cock ring. He watched you take his cock fully into your mouth, working quickly on him as he squirmed and whined out. He was already backed up already, before tonight! And he finally gets to have sex with you again and this is what you do?

The whole blowjob was painfully amazing. He just wanted to cum, he just wanted to so bad! But you were dragging this for so long! His fingers threaded through your hair without thinking, his nails digging in as he tried not to fuck your face.

Without any warning, you undid the cockring for him, and then he couldn’t stop himself. He quickly thrusted into your mouth, letting out such a loud moan as he finally came down your throat.

Jumin

During the whole ride to the restaurant, you were in the back, teasing him with your lips and hand- Constantly palming him as you bit his lip in between kisses, making him let out a low groan.

It wasn’t often you were able to take control, but when you did it was exhilarating. Really, you could always ask to switch the roles around, but you really, really, liked him being in control. 

As you teased your tongue against his, your hand reached to start unbuckling his pants when you noticed just how hard he had gotten. However, before you could even start to loosen the buckle, the car slowed to a stop, Driver Kim already opening his door to get ready to help the both of you out.

Quickly, you pulled back, straightening yourself up as he tugged on your coat.

“Let me hold your coat, or else it’s going to be obvious.”

WIlling yourself not to have your cheeks redden now, you shrugged it off, handing the garment over to him to hide his erection with.

The whole walk inside, getting to your seat and everything, was a constant teasing. Your hand would wrap around his waist, purposely brushing against his ass enough to make him clear his throat. He’d lean and whisper in your ear- Pointless things, but his breath there made you shiver.

When the two of you finally sat down and ordered, he stared you down as the waitress walked away, you giving him a innocent smile.

“What is it, honey?”

A flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes, but he showed a strained smirk instead.

“I’m still…Excited.”

“Ooh, about that new business deal?” You teased.

He knew your act, trying to pretend nothing hot and heavy had just went on. “Yes, the… Other side is being quite provoking.”

“Are they now?”

“Yes. Just taking away what I want the most at the last second, making me bargain for more.”

You blushed a bit, being interrupted by the waitress again for drinks. Once she left, you looked around the restaurant. No one was looking at the two of you, and…you were in a quiet, dark, corner…

You set your purse to hang off the back of your chair, looking at how long the table cloth was. If you were quick enough…

“Cover me,”

“What-Mc??”

You quickly ducked under the table, quiet for a moment and trying to hear if no one noticed. Fortunately, Jumin was whispering harshly to you, letting you know how foolish you were and how lucky the both of you were that no one saw.

Holding back a giggle, you started working on his belt like you had been in the car, and he instantly went quiet. Smiling, you worked his cock out of his pants, surprised it was still as hard as it was before, even leaking a bit.

“Ooh, you weren’t lying.”

How long had he been like this? Was he teasing himself mentally the whole time, unable to calm down? He must be aching.

You held it as you ran your tongue from the base up, hearing the table clatter a bit as he reached under and grabbed a fistful of your hair. It hurt, but nothing too bad. It certainly made you unable to keep your excitement at bay. 

You heard footsteps and saw his straighten up. The waitress must be back.

You heard them talking, the waitress wondering if she needed to wait until you had came back from wherever, and you could hear him clearing his throat, trying to sound calm….

Until you took the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue to lap up the precum. You heard his voice hitch, the waitress question him, his hand tighten with your hair again. It was hard not to let out a noise, but you managed to hold back as the waitress walked away.

You didn’t have the upperhand for long. As soon as she was far enough, both of his hands slipped under the table, pushing your head down and forcing you to take him all at once. 

Your eyes teared up a bit, and you felt something hot spurt down the back of your throat. You let him hold you in place until his grip loosened, then you carefully pulled back, kissing his cock for good measure.

After you wiped your mouth, you carefully snuck back into your chair, thankful no one had noticed. Unfortunately, Jumin still looked riled up and his face was a bit red.

“We’re going home.”

“What? Was it that bad?”

“No,” he cleared his throat, pulling out his wallet to leave something to pay for the wine the two of you had hardly touched. “I need more, now.”

Seven

Watching Seven ride you was amazing, and you understood why he loved you riding him so much.

You had recently gotten a vibrating dual strap on. On your end, you had a nice little bit that rubbed against your gspot, and on his end he got a thick dildo to bounce up and down on.

You watched his cock move along with him, bobbing a bit with a thick steady drip of precum working its way to the cockring around his base. When you looked at his expression, he was completely blissed the fuck out. Glasses skewed, mouth open and drooling a bit, eyes half lidded and nearly rolled back.

The dildo must have been hitting him in all the right places. God, at this rate, you wouldn’t even need him to get you off, the little vibrating bullet in you able work well enough with the visuals he was providing.

You felt your heart nearly stop as he let out a strangled moan, seizing up and rocking a tad. He had stopped pumping the fake cock in and out of him, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Are you close, baby?”

He nodded, biting his lip. “So close, so so close.”

It was the third time he had gotten this close, but this had came quicker than the others. You reached out, your thumb teasing the tip of his cock, a disgusting and open-mouthed, tongue hanging moan escaping him.

“You can cum if you want to, baby, it’s fine.”

He leaned back, willing himself to open his eyes and look at you with an unsure expression. When you reached for his cockring, he nodded, and you took it off slowly.

Once it was completely off, you started pumping his cock as he lightly bounced on the dildo again, breathing deeply. After just a few moments, he finally came, his cum shooting out so hard that some even landed on your cheek.

You were completely content with just that being the end of it, but after he barely caught his breath, he was fixing his glasses and slipping between your legs.

When you tried to protest, he stopped you.

“Let me make you feel good for doing that for me.”

Zen

The two of you stumbled into the dressing room, hardly able to keep your hands off each other before so. He slipped his hands expertly up your shirt, bringing it along and flinging it to the side, groping at your breasts.

“You really don’t have any self control, do you?”

He almost whined at your teasing, letting go of your breasts and squeezing your ass, forcing your hips to meet his as he bucked against you without any shame.

“M-Mc, come on, I need this,” His breath was hot against your ear as he begged. “All those texts, those looks during rehearsal, you’re such a damn tease.”

You tried keeping your cool, but with how he was grinding against you, you couldn’t even attempt to.

“Y-You need to be tamed, Zenny- Ah!”

His mouth was at your neck, sucking past bruises, his moan nearly sounding like a growl. “Let me take it off.”

You reached a hand in between the two of you, groping him and causing him to gasp and groan. Before you could tease again, he picked you up and had you sitting on the make-up table, yanking off your pants a bit clumsily, but fast. As soon as it and your underwear was off, he was undoing his own pants, pulling his hard and flushed cock out.

You bit your lip, seeing the precum dripping off of him already, the cockring at the back of his cock begging to be removed.

“Tell me it’s okay, Mc, tell me I can-”

“Do it.”

Instantly he was on you, pushing his tip into you, waiting for your telltale moan to allow him to push in all the way. You whined, tangling your fingers with the fabric of his shirt as he pounded into you harshly. It didn’t hurt, but god the two of you hadn’t gone this quick and rough before.

You quickly bit his shoulder, his wet moan in your ear as you muffled your noises. He was going so fast- so fast!

“Letmecum, god please, Mc. Letmecumletme-”

You wrapped your legs around his hips, clamping them down and forcing him deeper into you. As you did so, you wrapped a hand around that damned ponytail of his and pulled, making such a choked guttural moan leave him.

That was it, that had to be the breaking limit for him. He was still bucking into you, but they were wild, uncoordinated. It felt good, but you hadn’t felt him so fucked up before. Clumsily you reached in between the both of you, managing to get him to pause long enough for you to undo the latch of the cockring. 

You couldn’t even grab it. Once it was undone, he forced your hips to meet his, the ring falling onto the floor as he completely slammed into you, letting out such strangled noises as he finally came into you, panting against your neck.

After the two of you composed yourselves, Zen having to help you stay steady on your legs, you decided it was best if you waited outside for him to finish up with practice.

It wasn’t until the two of you got home that you both realized you left the cockring in  the dressing room.

Saeran

The two of you had decided to try overstimming together. It was something you were curious about, and a kink he had always wanted to try out. But, he wasn’t expecting that you wanted to use it on him as well.

After a few rounds of normal doggy style sex, you couldn’t stop clenching so tightly around him. Somehow, in this position, he was able to keep rubbing perfectly against your gspot, making you bite into his pillow.

Of course, this was having a toll on him as well.

Normally, he didn’t have issues lasting a while, which is why he was so surprised you wanted him to wear a cockring, but since he didn’t mind he wore it anyway. Now, as you hit your third orgasm- squealing into the pillow and letting out such a lewd ass moan afterwards- he was nearly at the brink of just begging you to let him cum inside of you.

He couldn’t think straight. All he could focus in was the feeling of your wet heat around him, his balls feeling tight as all hell. He was so damn close, he couldn’t even focus on sitting upright. Now he his forehead was against your back as he groaned into you, forcing your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Nnngh, I’m so fucking close, Mc, I’m so fucking close, just a bit more, jus-Ahn!”

He stopped mid-thrust as you reached between the yours and his legs both, groping at his balls. He made a deep whine in his throat, and then suddenly he couldn’t stop snapping his hips into you. The sound of skin slapping together so harshly was nearly enough to make you cum again, but you were so weak and so over-fucked, your mind felt numb.

“T-Take it off, god damnit, nownownownow! I can’t- I need to cum inside of you, I need to right nowrightnow!”

His voice was deep, guttural, and with clumsy fingers you undid the latch on his cockring. As soon as it slipped off, he was biting your shoulder hard enough to break the skin, a loud groan barely being muffled rushing out as he thrusted a handful of times more. He came with a deep final thrust, keeping his cock in you and he sloppily panted against your back.

After a few moments, he slowly slid out, the both of you groaning before flopping on the bed. He reached an arm out, quickly pulling you to him and placing small and lazy kisses against your head.

“Once I catch my breath, we’re going again.”

When you looked at him shocked, you could see a tired but stern and commanding look in his eye.

“You didn’t let me cum that whole time while you did. You really didn’t think you were getting away with that, did you?”

anonymous asked:

OMG I love your newest scenario!!! Can you do the same one but with Keith? (btw, I really love your blog~ you're an inspiration tbh)

(omg ur too sweet?????)

The original prompt was thus:

“Sooooooo I was thinking what would Shiro do if his s/o showed up to party in a sexy black dress just to get him back for spending so much time with Voltron.”

Implied nsfw and some sweet, sweet angst. Just in time for season 3 (¬‿¬)

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Some Attention [Bruce Wayne x Reader]

Anon requested: “One shot where Batman hasn’t really been making time for batmom lately and the rest of the batfam has gotten tired of it and kinda makes him spend time with her? ″

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1019

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A sigh left your lips as you watched your husband hurry away to his man cave–as you like to call it–for the third time today. The two of you were simply relaxing, cherishing the rare moment of peace and isolation when Alfred hurried in with urgent news and of course, your husband had to take care of it.

In all honesty, you felt like you didn’t have a right to feel disappointed. You knew what you were getting into when you married Bruce Wayne. In fact, you knew what you were getting into when you discovered his secret, but you married him anyway. You expected this to happen, but you didn’t expect it to happen so often. Bruce always made time for you, but lately he had been so busy, with new business deals, galas and increasing criminal activity in Gotham City. You barely spent any time with your husband at all.

“Someone sounds depressed.” You tilted your head up to see your eldest son, Dick, jogging towards your cheerfully. You gasped and ran up to him, engulfing him in a tight hug. You hadn’t seen him lately, not with his job in Bludhaven.

“Dick?” you exclaimed, placing your hands on his shoulders while staring at him. He wasn’t as tall as Jason, but you still needed to tilt your head up. “My gosh, you’re really here. When did you arrive?”

“A while ago,” he admitted with a scratch at the back of his neck, “Alfred called me for an assignment, all hands on deck apparently.”

You swallowed and nodded, concealing your disappointment because you knew that this usually meant several cold nights alone as your husband spent every hour on the case.

“What’s wrong?” Dick questioned, noticing your sour mood.

You shook your head with a defeated breath, completely dismissing his question. “It’s nothing Dick, nothing at all.” You smiled rather sadly. “Go and help Bruce, he’s going to need it.”

You then walked away, missing the look of concern that showed up on Dick’s face.


“She’s been acting like that a lot lately.” Tim informed in a hush voice, his eyes still glued to the screen and his fingers furiously typing away.

“She seems upset that father had neglected her.” Damian stated, playing with a batarang, “with the spike in the crime rate lately, he has prioritized his work over her.”

“She’s lonely.” Dick murmured, feeling sad all the sudden. Sure you loved the company of your boys, but you also needed your husband, and you had not received the attention you deserved lately.

“Can’t we do something?” Dick questioned his younger siblings, earning a nod from Cass–who had been quietly watching the conversation unfold–and Damian, while Tim finally stopped typing and averted his eyes from the screen.

“We have tried,” Damian admitted rather reluctantly, “but failed. Father believes the city is not yet safe, and he has a need to keep watch of every single thing that occurs.”

“Have you tried locking them up in the same room?” Everyone turned their head towards the vigilante that just entered their circle–Jason.

“You really think we can lock Bruce up?” Tim asked with skepticism. Jason simply shrugged.

“Well we could use that security program we’ve been working on, you know, give it a test run.” he suggested casually, “or we could sit on the sidelines and do nothing.”

The others shared a look. It was obvious which option they were going to choose.


You should’ve known something like this would happen. You shouldn’t be shocked, this was your family that you’re talking about… yet you still couldn’t contain your shock as you found yourself locked inside a room with your agitated husband.

The others had brewed up a scheme to force Bruce into spending time with you, a scheme that involved locking you and him up in a room and not allowing anyone to exit until you two spent a relatively fair amount of time together. In all honesty, it wasn’t that bad. The room was filled with all the necessary things to entertain oneself, some food, a bed and even a bathroom and a closet with yours and Bruce’s clothes. You suspected Alfred was in on this devious plan due to how well-prepared the room was but you said nothing.

“They’ve completely lost it.” Bruce muttered to himself, crashing on the couch next to you. You smiled sympathetically and wrapped your arms around his, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

“Can’t you break out?” you inquired, “you are Batman after all.”

Bruce exhaled and shook his head. “They’re using the latest security program we created. It’s impossible to crack.”

“But you're… well, you.” you exclaimed, shocked that Bruce couldn’t hack the system. “Didn’t you create it?”

“Partially.” Bruce hummed, resting his chin against your head. “Everyone else worked on it too, so it was a collaborative effort. That way, none of us will know how to crack because we don’t know what the other person did.”

“And you didn’t think to create a weakness for yourself?” you scoffed, looking at your husband with mock disappointment.

“Haven’t gotten a chance to.”

You chuckled at that answer, knowing that he wasn’t joking. Sighing once more, the two of you fell to a peaceful silence before Bruce spoke up again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hm?” you sat up and glanced at him in confusion.

“I’m sorry… I haven’t been spending a lot of time with you lately.” he apologized, knowing his mistake. You smiled at his apology and took his large hands into yours.

“It’s okay.” you whispered. “I understand that the safety of the city is more important. You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

A smile appeared on Bruce’s face when he heard that, and he was reminded once again why he fell in love with you, why he was still in love with you.

“Well, we have all this time and they’re not letting us out anytime soon.” Bruce said, glancing at the door with a slight glare. “What do you want to do?”

A sly grin made its way to your face. “I have a few ideas.”

katherinem1996  asked:

Hi :] I followed you recently, and I'm glad I did. I like your Bucky cuddle drabbles, and I think you're really talented. If it's not too much trouble, could you maybe do a headcannon for dating pre-serum Steve? Thanks 💜

Thank you, love! You’re too sweet <3 I hope you like this. (I don’t think headcanons are supposed to be nearly 2k but oops my hands slipped. Thanks to @sarahwroteathing for being an angel and always helping me with everything.)

Dating pre-serum Steve

Originally posted by freakzter

It started off a little weird. Steve’s been your best friend since you met him. But he was laughing really hard at something you said–so hard he had tears in his eyes. Something bubbled up in you, and you leaned in real close and stole a quick kiss from his plush lips.

He stops immediately. Well, that’s new. He’s looking at you with those deep blue eyes, waiting for an answer…but you don’t have one. It was an impulse. Why had you done that?

Steve licks his bottom lip subconsciously and scoots close to you, going slowly so you have a chance to tell him if you don’t want this. But you suddenly realize you do–you want him with every fibre of your being. His kiss is hesitant, still waiting for you to push him away. After the initial shock of the situation, you kiss him back more surely.

He shows you off all the time.

On your first date, Steve takes you dancing because that’s what he’s supposed to do, right? That’s what Bucky does with all the dames he takes out. Despite all the practicing he and Bucky do before your date, Steve is so self conscious. He doesn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you. But, you see him fumbling as he shoots you shy, nervous smiles when he misses a step. Your heart swells with affection for him as you decide to pretend to be equally hopeless. You trip over his foot a couple times, go for a spin when there clearly wasn’t a call for one. Steve loosens up as you both make up outrageous dance moves for the ones that can’t be done.

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Bucky gets wind of it and refuses to go on a double date with this trainwreck of a couple until you get some dance lessons.

Bucky insists to teach you both himself in the boys’ apartment. He’s moved the furniture around to accommodate a dancefloor. You’re a pretty decent dancer, truth be told; but you keep up appearances for Steve’s sake. That, and it’s actually a lot more fun to botch dance moves with Bucky than you would have initially thought. The teasing was well worth hearing your man laugh until he couldn’t breathe. Literally. Poor baby agitated his Asthma more while laughing with you and Bucky than anything else.

Steve will realize one day that he’s still talking to you like you’re just his best friend Y/N. He gets a bit self conscious about it, and is determined to treat you more like a lady. You’re his girl, after all, and you should be treated like a queen. He stutters ‘more appropriate’ compliments out, blushing as soon as he sees the questioning look on your face. When you ask him what’s going on, he tells you that he’s trying to treat you like a girlfriend. You giggle, kissing his cheek and making him blush again. “You don’t have to worry about that, Stevie. I fell for you because you were my friend.”

Steve compliments you all the time. His goal is to make you blush at least once a day. Some days, though, it gets to be too much and you have to kiss him just to shut him up.

Just because Steve is you boyfriend now, doesn’t mean you don’t still hang out like you did before. You, Steve, and Bucky still go down to the creek and skip rocks together. You all still go to the railroad and have adventures in your abandoned railway car. Just because you and Steve steal kisses when you think Bucky isn’t looking, doesn’t change that the three of you are still best friends.

His notebooks are full of sketches and doodles of you, of your individual features. There’s a lot of your eyes, of your smile…conveying every emotion between the nose scrunch you do when he compliments you, to the little frown that pulls at your lips when Bucky says something unsavory (it doesn’t happen often, Bucky’s usually a gentleman around you), to the dreamy look you get in your eyes when you see a mother pushing her baby in a stroller.

One day, Steve is so caught up in watching you as you watch kids play at the park. “I’m gonna marry you.” He blurts it out with such sincerity, he blushes deeply. You just smile at him coyly. A sweet laugh falls from your lips and it makes Steve tumble further into the void. You spend the rest of the day proposing to Steve in crazy ways while he laughs, “Shaddup, Dollface.”

When he gets sick during the winter after his mom passes, you refuse to leave his side. He tells you that you’re gonna get sick, too, if you keep hanging around him; but, you don’t care. You and Bucky get scared for a couple of days. You both think it could be a possibility that this is the illness that will finally claim Steve’s life. But the little runt always proves you both wrong.

Steve’s such a sap about it. “I only made it because you stayed with me. I guess I have to marry you, now. You’re the only thing keeping me alive.” You’re so relieved that you’re crying and laughing so hard you have to bury your face in his chest. When you finally calm down, you place a delicate kiss on his forehead and smile fondly at him. “You’re darn right you do, you chucklehead.”

Steve’s gotten into less fights being with you. You’re so in sync with him that you know what makes his blood boil. His righteousness has bled into your being, and you can’t help but mouth off to any bully that you two come across. Even when they continue with their wrongdoing, you refuse to back down until they stalk off with their tail between their legs. Steve always goes a little starry eyed when this happens.

When the war breaks out, you know Steve will want to enlist and it makes your stomach churn uncomfortably. You always hope and pray that he’ll get denied, and you’ll thank whatever deity was listening when he comes back with a sullen look on his face and rejection paper in his hand. You tell him that they don’t know what they’re missing out on. He launches into a speech about how he should be out there defending what’s his. He has so much patriotism, it moves you. You only feel a little guilty for being selfish and wanting to keep him home, safe.

When Bucky gets drafted, it’s hard on all of you. Steve tries to enlist again, and he comes home with the biggest grin on his face. Your stomach drops when you see the stamp of approval on his forms, but you smile and hug him because you know this is what he wants. When he lets you go, he looks at you seriously. “I know you’re scared, but they’re giving me a chance. I want to go out there and defend my country..defend my girl.” He brushes your hair away from your face. “And–and, well…” He stutters and fumbles to get something out of his pocket. “I want to know that you’ll still be here when I get back.” He holds a ring between his fingers, your breath leaves you completely. “So, Y/N, will you marry–?”

You don’t give him the opportunity to finish, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips as he slips the ring onto your finger.

When you take him to the train station, he kisses you longingly, knocking the breath out of you. Steve tells you he’ll write as soon as he can. The train starts moving, he almost misses it because he doesn’t want to leave you. As soon as he hops on, he yells, “I love you!” The goofy grin on his face makes you smile through your tears and you stay rooted on the spot until long after the train has left your sight.

Weeks pass and you don’t hear anything from Steve. No letters. No calls. You’re worried. Who wouldn’t be? That is, until you see the propaganda films of Captain America. He looks dreamy. So strong, so sure, so..familiar?

You’re in the middle of a theater when you realize that Captain America is Steve. Your fiancee, Steven Grant Rogers, is Captain America. You nearly pass out from the shock. You immediately go out and buy every paper that has news about Captain America in it.

It’s about four days after that when you finally get a call from him. He sounds so happy, so relieved to hear your voice before you go crazy. You ask him all kinds of questions, hardly waiting for a response before launching into another set of questions. “Doll! Doll!” he calls through the phone when he can hear you’re about to hyperventilate. “I’m okay. Let me tell you what happened.”

And he does. He tells you everything that’s happened since he left five months ago: the experimental procedure, traveling the country to sell bonds, Bucky’s capture, the very unauthorized rescue mission. He tells you that he’s part of a specialized group called the Howling Commandos. You listen, absolutely enraptured until he tells you that he has to go. He tells you he’ll call again soon.

Steve calls you weekly while he’s in the army. His calls become the highlight of your week.

You still collect newspapers with Captain America and the Howling Commandos news.

It’s late September 1945 when Steve and Bucky finally come home. You see Bucky first and launch into his arms, kissing his cheek, telling him how happy you are that he’s home. A throat clears beside you, and your jaw drops at the sight of your fiancee. Yes, you’d seen him in propagandas and newspaper articles, but seeing this new Steve in the flesh was something you’d have to get used to.

His smile is the same, though, and it melts your insides. You release Bucky and slowly make your way over to Steve, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him tightly into your embrace. His face is buried in your neck, strong arms wrapping around you and lifting you from the ground. You’re both so ecstatic that you’re crying. You’re pressing kisses wherever you can reach while he tells you how much he’s missed you, how he’s ready to marry you, start a family with you.

You two wind up going to the courthouse that day with Bucky as your witness and marry your best friend.

hmslusitania  asked:

If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)

Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)

(Now also on AO3.)


Ransom landed in his seat barely five minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped up against the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glance and a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.

“I know, I know. Kid broke off two of her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do some composites.”

She grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Why do you ask me these things when you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’s sake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”

“I’m in it for the butts.”

He grinned as he took in the player stretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shits will like that one?”

“I call it ‘Spread,’” she said loftily.

He choked and was suddenly glad he hadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shits tonight anyway?”

She waved a hand vaguely, barely missing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office. They needed some documents looked over.”

He recognized that tone. “How long have you guys been here?”

Hours.”

“Couldn’t get anyone to strip for you?”

“Shut up.” Then she turned to him and smiled slowly.

Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Oh god. What?”

“There is some news you’ll want.”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“New ref.”

Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’m interested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased or something else?”

“Tall. He’s supposed to be very tall. You’ll see.”

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