first it was super short and white and now it's long and dark

Snuggle - Jughead Jones

REQUEST: Hey I was wondering if you could do a a Jughead fluff where the readers almost always cold & wears his black hoody & well it fits his 6'1 frame well it basically a blanket on her 5'6 self, basically she wears his hoody that fits him fine but it’s really big on her and it’s just fluffy & funny & Veronica & Kevin totally ship it😂

Sorry for taking so long :3 Hope you like it! I thought it started off okay but then i kind of ruined it, i apologise, i’m not very good at writing ehueuheueh

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff / dead inside reader (one swear word :3)

Words: 2,152

“So I told her, that what she did was crossing the line,” Veronica’s story was reaching its climax, and Kevin was enjoying every second of it.

“Fair enough,” He interrupted, expression eager, waiting to hear what happened next. 

However, before Veronica could continue, you entered the student lounge, nonchalantly slurping a takeaway Pop’s strawberry milkshake. Your bag was slung carelessly over your shoulder and your unkempt hair was lazily tied up in a messy bun, which flopped around on top of your head. You’d skipped makeup, and your eyes were surrounded by dark circles. You wore your usual converse and ripped jeans, along with a white crop top. This had been a bad choice, as it was nearly the middle of December, so you were absolutely freezing. You’d been so tired from revising for exams, that you hadn’t even bothered to check what you were wearing that morning.

You stood around the back of the couch Kevin sat on, before flopping face down and flipping your body over so you were lying on the loveseat, legs on Kevin’s lap and face buried in an assortment of cushions.

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Fine Line

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Mark

Rating: 18+ (smut)

Prompt: “Please put your penis away.” / Smut / It’s a fine line between love and hate. At least, that’s what you tell yourself in order to remain blindly oblivious to the fact that, despite your best efforts, you have a definite attraction to your roommate. A roommate who may or may not like you back. 

Word Count: 2,330

Originally posted by gotpmgifs

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Peed my Pants While Tech Supporting A Friend!

You know the drill. This happened to me, I wrote out the experience for omorashi.org, I’m reposting it here. But this one is actually fairly recent!

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Hi everyone! It’s me, Kozmo. Its been awhile since I’ve written anything here or done any lottos, I’ve been having a weird go of it in life lately. For example, I just moved away from my home I grew up in, into the city! New apartment, new life, still getting the hang of it (I’ve lived here a little over a week now) but I think I’m doing okay. The long and short of it is, I’ve been busy like I’ve never been busy before. Almost as if fate was detecting the negligence in omorashi activities to share with you all, I had an…incident, the other day. Right here in my new apartment, no less, so it could be considered a christening.

Also, it’s been awhile, so I might have a fair amount of new readers! Hi, I’m KozmoFox, things happen to me a lot and I write about them here. I occasionally put on fun lottery games to allow some lucky winner to pick the next omorashi scenario I deliberately put myself in so I can write about it here.

Obligatory description phase!

I don’t change much :P. I’m in the upper-mid 5ft range and too lazy to measure myself exactly, and I fluctuate between like 100-110 pounds. Yes yes, I know, too skinny. I’ve been doing workouts to try and build some actual muscle mass, but not too much, I like being really lean and thin, I just don’t like being called a twig like its an insult :(. I’m 22 years old as of last wednesday. Long dark hair, a nose stud, and several tattoos ranging in areas from my chest and collarbone areas, wrists, back, and ankles. Not telling what they are! They are super identifiable and I’m not looking for stalkers. I’m also as pale as a snowy winter day.

On this particular day I was wearing a black star wars T-shirt, grey pajama pants that kind of looked like sweatpants, a pair of white panties, and a pair of super aesthetic black socks with rainbow stripes.

Now to tell you about my day!  It was a day just like any other in my new apartment, essentially just sitting around playing video games all day. It was warm, and I was having a lot to drink. Like, a LOT. Mainly because for some weird reason, I had a headache and I was out of Tylenol but drinking cold water was making the headache a lot more tolerable. I’m no doctor, but if it works I keep doing this. Eventually, as logic dictates, I needed to pee. Because you know, that’s what happens. I didn’t INTEND to do a hold that day but fate had other plans in store for me, as when I reached the squirming-and-about-to-leak stage after refilling the pitcher I had at my desk, I moved to get up again so I could use the bathroom….BUT. I received a call on Discord.

Meet Kaylee. Kaylee is getting into the PC gaming scene. However, her PC is a toaster. However x2, she doesn’t know the first thing about basic computer operation. Kaylee bought CS:GO. Kaylee tried to change her resolution low when her monitor is actually a 16:9 TV and had no idea why her screen was suddenly black when she tried to play the game.

Meet me. The poor sucker that was about to get sucked into tech support duty.

You see, this wasn’t as simple as telling her what folder her config file was in. This is like, your grandparents level of needing tech support. I also didn’t know where it was by default given I’m not a big CS:GO player, so it was bound to be an adventure.

“Kaylee I’ll help you, but I’ve REALLY gotta pee, I’ll be right back.”
“No no! This will only take a few seconds and I wanna play :(”

You see friends, what you have right there is an excuse for an omo-fanatic to torture themselves. A normal person would have told Kaylee to fuck off for 20 seconds. I just took a sip of my water to ease my head pain and said “Fine.”

First I got her to screenshare so I could see her screen. I could see CS:GO but she couldn’t, because it was her tv not supporting the resolution that was the problem, not the system. For about 10 minutes I tried to guide her mouse. Wasn’t working. By the end of that I was sitting on my heel, rocking back and forth in my rocking chair gritting my teeth. I was slightly irritable from the growing pressure in my bladder and far too impatient for something so meticulous. Around this time I might have brought up my situation in the site chat. I finished my glass of water, and poured another. Counter-intuitive to holding it in until we were finished the call, yes, but my head hurt and the water helped. But god I had to pee.

Next step was to try and find the config folder that every game on earth has. But lo and behold, couldn’t find one in the general location. Her steam wasn’t in her program files.

“Where did you install Steam?”

“I dunno. :D”

I was so frustrated I leaked. That’s not even an exaggeration, the eyeroll at the ceiling and the distraught groan took enough off my senses that I felt my panties grow warm. Like a flash I had my hand between my legs, and feeling it against my fingers was enough to tell me it had made it through to the pants. I wiped my fingers off on my knee, but went back to pressing the heel of my hand against my crotch while rocking in my chair. At this point I was literally sweating from the effort of holding it in, once or twice using my right hand to wipe off my forehead while holding myself with my left. The feeling in my bladder was ridiculous, and I could feel the muscles in my pelvic floor wavering, LITERALLY wavering like when you’re holding something heavy and your arms start to shake. I had no choice but to battle through it.

“Kaylee, listen I need to go to the bathroom like right now so I’ll be ba–”

“Nooo! One more second we just need to find the file right? And change it and we’ll be done.”

Fast forward a few more agonizing minutes, and I find her steam is installed to her desktop.

Her DESKTOP. It was a mess. I’m pretty sure some things were outright missing. It was like looking at a massacre. A literal massacre. I was so frustrated I could scream, and I needed to pee so fucking BADLY I could cry. Frantically looking around her desktop for the thing I was looking for, my entire body tensed up, and I could feel my bladder tightening and tightening trying to let something out. You know the feeling I mean, where you literally lock down as hard as possible just tensing, and your bladder is fighting back against you to force it out, and more often than not manages to leak it out? That happened to me and I quickly shut my mic off momentarily as I loudly groaned in protest, feeling a sizable leak painfully force its way out of me and into my pants. Looking down, I saw the grey darken, and could feel a bit of warmth pooling in my underwear and pants around my rear end. I clutched myself with both hands and waited for the wave to pass.

Then it hit me like a freight train, how stupid I was. I told her to open Steam, right click CSGO, go to properties and go to local files. I was so distracted by needing to piss like a racehorse that I forgot the easiest solution on earth. I had her go to the cfg folder and start clicking around. I was on the brink, I needed to have this done now or never. Bouncing up and down in my chair I started getting mad, none of the cfg files that were there had graphic and video settings. It dawned on me dreadfully. These were all for control settings. All of them. And my bladder was seconds away from giving out, I could feel it tensing up again ready to spill and I knew I wouldn’t be able to properly fight it this time.

“Kaylee I’ll be rig–”

“But–”
“Kaylee I’m about to piss my fucking pa–”

I clicked my mic off, tossing my headset aside and shooting up before I could finish my sentence. I couldn’t hold it. I COULDN’T hold it. I make a lot of noise when trying to hold it, so I switched my mic off in advance of the self begging.

“Oh god fuck fuck noplease fuck no”

It started to force its way out. Through me, through my panties, through my pants, into my fingers. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I started violently moaning and lurching, bouncing and trying to hold it back. It didn’t help, it just made it worse. The leak became a stream that almost hurt to try and stop, and I could feel my pants quickly growing warm and sopping. Realizing my chair was fabric, I jumped out and landed on my floor, on my knees. One hand gripping my desk, one hand on the floor, both keeping me upright. Upon hitting the floor, my bladder DROPPED and I full on exploded. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t, it was like unscrewing the cap on a firehydrant. PSSSSSSSH. My pajamas were soaked in seconds, and I had a huge puddle expanding underneath me at a rate that it might as well have been my own personal tsunami. I continually shuddered and lurched and loudly moaned (I’m very vocal when I lose it) until I was empty.

Eventually I managed to get upright, wiping my hand that was overtaken by the lake on the front of my absolutely destroyed pants; I had managed to soak them completely, front and back, as is usually the case with me. It was hard to find a dry spot. Cleaning this up would end up sopping an entire towel. I put my headset back on and told Kaylee that I had to suddenly leave anyway because I had to rush across the apartment to answer my phone. I stayed kneeling in my pee puddle and soaked pants until I had solved her issue. The CSGO graphics cfg is in userdata, not the install folder. I was so goddamn angry. So. Goddamn. Angry. Had her change the resolution to 1600x900 and all was good.

“Okay [Name Redacted], sorry for being so impatient and keeping you here and bothering you so much! You can go pee now!”

“Oh don’t worry I did all that when I went to go get the phone.”
“Kay! Talk to you later!”

And that was that. I cleaned up the mess, tossed my pj’s in the clothes basket, and watched some JoJo’s after taking care of various other needs, like [redacted] and food.

I hope you all enjoyed! Thank you for reading! Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message or whatever, I love you all! <3

We Can Fix This...I Hope

Summary: Lets just hope you can fix your dads prized possession before he gets home

Words: 2000ish

Authors note: Please like, reblog, and comment! Oh, and please PLEASE send ins requests! It gets hard to make up my own prompts.

Originally posted by mavietresgaie

Originally posted by keepcalmandcallnico

“I am so dead,” you breath out.

“N-no you aren’t. We can fix this!” Peter tried to cheer you up but that wasn’t going to happen. Oh yes, you were so dead. You would be deader than a doornail. You’re gonna go belly up. You will bite the dust. What ever expression you chose to use doesn’t change that fact that you weren’t going to see the light of tomorrow.

“How are we suppose to fix my dad’s suit! HIS FAVORITE IRON MAN-” Peter slapped his hand over your mouth.

“There are other people in this building. Now I know I don’t wanna get caught and you sure as heck don’t wanna get caught. The only way out of this situation is to just figure out how to repair the thing.” Peter then slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you nodded slowly.

“Ok so we know that Steve, Bruce, and Natasha are around right now. Dad is out with Pepper visiting, only god knows where,  and won’t be around till tomorrow evening. So as of right now we only have 24 hours at the most to mend this stupid rust bucket.” You sneer at your father’s creation that he has only just started teaching you how to build your own.

“Do you think Bruce could help us?” Peter questioned. 

“Could? Oh I think he could help us, but the real question is would he help us.” You state not looking away from the demolished red suit.

“I see your point,” Peter grumbles.

“Hey what if FRIDAY knows how to fix the suit!” Peter exclaims with a grin.

“Hey FRIDAY!” you call out to the ceiling.

“Yes, Ms. (Y/N)?” FRIDAY responded.

“Do you, by any chance, know how to repair or even make my dad’s Iron Man suit?” you question the artificial intelligence.

“Yes I do Ms. (Y/N). In fact your father has made videos on how to make one!” The smile Peter had on his face was the most infectious thing on the planet earth right now.

“FRIDAY would you please pull up all the videos and play them in order? Could you also not inform my dad about what has happened and what is going to happen in the next 24 hours?” You asked and of course you received.

“Well, lets get to work spiderling!” you cheer.

—–

“I think I’m going to pass out,” Peter whined as he slumped down in a chair.

“Don’t bail on me now Parker,” You hummed as you took another sip of coffee to keep you going.

“But I’m so tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrred,” Peter mumbled.

“Start a conversation with mer Parker. Keep yourself talking.” You instruct as you light the blow torch.

“Well yesterday I had my first kiss,” Peter mumbled.

“No way! Was it with that Liz Allen girl you always talk about?” You fake enthusiasm.

“Yeah! It was wonderful. I had set up a picnic in the park. It was getting dark and the stars came out and then we just kissed.” Peter gushed.

“That really sounds amazing Peter. I’m happy for you.” You lied right through your pearly whites. Of course you were happy for him. He had his first kiss and he just said it was wonderful. You were just upset over the fact that it wasn’t with you. 

Ever since you first met him being forced to be an undercover student going to Midtown High by your dad; you couldn’t help but be captured by how innocent and all around adorable he was at first glance. Then you got to know him more as the weeks went by and you and your dad finally recruited the spider-boy. You couldn’t help but smile when the budding super-hero, just like yourself, would take time out of his weekend to hang out with you and your father. While Tony would whine and complain about how annoying Peter was you could see right through that tough old fart. Ever since Bruce got a real job and wasn’t around the tower except once out of the month Tony had gotten lonely and frankly bored. While you did retain your smarts from your dad you weren’t always interested in debating whether or not Newton’s 3rd Law can be broken. Luckily Peter Parker was there to save you by actually enjoying the conversations he has with your father. Your dad was secretly excited he had someone else to talk smarts about without being bashed on all the time about ‘being old’ and ‘having to much retirement time on his hands’ as you would say.

“But it didn’t feel right,” Peter sighed. That immediately caught your attention.

“What do you mean?”

“It didn’t feel natural or real. I guess you could say I didn’t feel a spark.” Peter tried to explain.

“I think the worst part is, is that Liz felt something. She seemed over the moon after the date. Should I feel bad that I don’t feel anything?” Peter questioned.

“No, its not your fault that you don’t feel the same. You just…don’t. I can’t really explain it further.” You pull up your mask and turn off the blow torch.

“I don’t know how to tell her or do I even tell her at all,” Peter sighs and throws his arms over his eyes.

“I think that life is to short to do that to yourself and someone else. Why waste time with something that doesn’t interest you and instead do something that you love. Not saying that being around that Allen girl is a waste of time, but being in a relationship that is one sided isn’t really healthy and isn’t fare to her. Like I said about not having a lot of time, need I remind you that we are super-heros and we don’t exactly have a long life expectancy. Except for Capcicle and Buck. They are the rare exception. So is my dad, cause he’s old. And Thor cause his people live for awhile-OH you get what I mean.” you grumble as you get annoyed that you contradicted your statement. Peter just broke into a fit of laughter.

“I’m holding a blow torch Parker. Don’t test me.” His laughter died down and for the first time you saw a look that you had never seen before. That is, it is the first time you had caught him staring at you with adoration. 

“What’s that look for?” You giggled and turned to continue to work on the hunk of metal sitting in front of you, just missing the growing blush on Peter’s cheeks.

“Hey, I’m not going to keep you up any longer since it is two in the morning. Head up to my room and sleep. I won’t be able to till this super suit is working.” You say grabbing ahold of an unknown tool your father used to build his armor.

“No, I can’t-” Peter immediately shut up when you gave him this motherly glare that spooked him into doing as you were told.

“I’ll be back in an hour so you can sleep!” Peter called down the hallway.

“Sure you will,” you chuckled to yourself.

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Peter woke up with a groggy grumble then shot up in a bed that wasn’t his. He hissed in annoyance when his vision became a little foggy and got a minor headache. he glanced around the room and remembered that he’s at the tower helping you fix the Iron Man suit you both broke.

“Peter come on! Flying in one of these things is so cool! I’ll even teach you how to fly one!” You squealed in excitement. (Y/N) was tinkering with her work-in-progress Iron Man suit when Peter walked in and started asking a bunch of questions about said suit.

“(Y/N) I don’t think that’s a good idea. W-what if I crash one of them?” Peter stuttered.

“Come on what’s the worst that can happen,” she blew off Peter’s concern and pulled out her and her dad’s favorite creation and stepped right inside it.

“See! Easy as-” (Y/N) was immediately cut off when the suit started to fly out of control and spit her out of the metal skin. It banged left and right slowly losing parts as it crashed more and more. (Y/N) grabbed a metal rod lying on the work table and smacked it with all her strength sending the malfunctioning metal to the ground and dying with a sputter.

“I am so dead,” she breathed out.

“Oh crap,” Peter shot out offed and practically threw himself down the hall and to the workshop when he realized it was nine A.M. He stumbled into the room only to realize you had passed out on top of the wired body barely holding onto a wrench in your right hand. Light snores came from your mouth and he chuckled at you. That was when he, once again, gave you that look of adoration and love. Yes, love. Now is it really all that surprising to see him head over heals in love with you? No probably not. 

I mean you were quirky and smart. He could never get over the fact that you whine when you are proven wrong. You would get annoyed with him when he teased you about not being able to lift up only one eyebrow. He only did to see your adorable face when you did get upset. Your laugh was so different than anything he ever heard but he couldn’t get enough of it. The thing he loved most about you was how kind you were. The first day you met him was something he could never forget. You stood up for him when Flash was giving him a hard time. No one ever stood up for him. The thing that got him was that you didn’t stand up for just him but everyone Flash ever bother. You stood up for what was right in every situation even though sometimes people didn’t favorite the right thing. Peter could only see you as the light of his life, if only he had the courage to say something.

Peter slowly scooped you up into his arms and cradled you against his chest. Right away you wrapped your arms and legs around his frame which only made his smile grow. He moved your up the elevator and to your floor. Prying you away from his body was the hardest and funniest thing Peter has ever done, but once he got you under the covers he stayed for a lot longer than he should of.

“God you are breathtaking,” he mumbled. With that he left the room and let you sleep.

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“PETER YOU LET ME SLEEP! ITS NEARLY EIGHT O’CLOCK MY DAD WILL BE HOME SOON! I AM DEAD MEAT!” (Y/N) scrambled into the workshop to find the super suit in its stand and Peter fiddling away at something else.

“W-When did this h-happen?” you panted out of breath.

“While you were sleeping I was able to finish this up so you wouldn’t have your ass handed to you on a silver platter,” Peter turned to you.

“You know that you are the best person in the world ever right?” You giggled.

“Also,” before Peter knew what was happening you had already pulled him into a long awaited kiss that you both enjoyed. You broke the kiss and Peter tried to lean in farther to catch your retreating lips. 

“Thank you for calling me breathtaking,” You shied away but Peter gripped you by the hips and pulled you flush against him.

“You shouldn’t be thanking me when it’s a fact,” you blushed and dug your head into his shoulder to hide it the best you could.

“You did a really good job at repairing the suit while I was asleep,” you spoke to soon as the whole entire body collapsed and scattered across the floor. The two of you stood there astounded at the mess lying at your feet.

“Mini Me! Underoos! I’m Home!” 

strokes and sins (m)

Originally posted by beui

pairing: painter!yoongi x musician!reader

genre: angst + themes of smut

length: 1k (drabble)

summary: loving an artist came at a cost. you were his perfect muse, until he found inspiration else where.

a/n: this is what happens when you cant sleep at 2 am and all you can think about is possible au!s. this one is super short and its just a little something something before my next big piece :)

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Dean/Cas: Bright Star

Professor!Cas AU inspired by this post. 1.7K.

“Dr. Novak?” Dean calls quietly as he opens the office door. It’d normally be rude to walk in like this but he figures it’s an exception with Castiel.

The room is darkened save for the sunlight streaming in through the wrap-around window, and from the desk pushed up against the wall comes a low, warm voice. “Good afternoon, Dean.”

God, that voice. Dean blushes a little, then stammers, “Hey, thank you again for, um- For letting me make this up.”

“You’re welcome,” Castiel replies, and oh, so that’s what people meant when they said a smile could light up a room.

Okay, so maybe Dean’s got a crush but honestly, who wouldn’t after meeting the guy? With the gravel-rough voice and five o’clock shadow and nerdy ties that are always on backwards. He’s somehow hot and endearing all at once and Dean is basically a walking cliché.

To be fair, there were times when Dean felt like they could’ve been more in a parallel universe - one where they’re classmates, or childhood friends, or total strangers who meet on the street. Dean would have been infatuated either way and had something realistic to pin his hopes on.

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part 2; lies and deceit

Part one

Pairings: jungkook x reader x taehyung 

Genre: angst | fluff | light smut (later on)

Description: two best friends, both have lies that can hurt you, but one is going to hurt you more than the other. 

Word Count: 3k

a/n:  this part is super cheesy lol but i don’t care bc i felt cheesy and angsty..  as i said before i want to make this scenario as short as possible but we’ll see.. or i might just stop altogether. either way i really hope some of you like it and again thank you so much for taking the time to read. 

People always seemed to be intimated by you for some reason. Each time you walked the halls people gave you this strange look as if they couldn’t understand you, as if you weren’t like them in anyway. Which is why you never had any friends your freshman year of high school. None. Not a soul wanted to sit beside you in class, you were usually left with empty seats on either side of you. During lunch it was the same, you’d sit at the end of a table while the other students filled the seats on the other side. At first you didn’t seem to mind, it’s not like your main focus in high school was to have tons of friends and as your mother would say “experience the best years of your life”. What you really wanted was to focus on grades and getting the perfect GPA. But eventually the emotionless attitude wore out and the suppressed feelings from being an outcast caught up to you..

The first half of your freshman year was outstanding in grades but a complete failure in making any friends or feeling good about yourself, feeling happy.

The only friends you had were books, you’d stay almost everyday after school reading or spending extra time with a teacher to get ahead in the class. Which is how you ran into the one person who would change everything for you.

Jeon Jungkook was popular since birth, or so the rumors went, he was admired by everyone. Every single person in the high school knew him, including the upperclassmen. They loved the bad boy vibes he had, his leather jackets and boots, his one earring he wore, his dark hair and eyebrows, the intimidating and menacing look he had. He was most known for his skills in sports and dating girls older than him. You had three classes with the guy but never paid him any attention, he was loud and obnoxious and it annoyed you. Of course he had the looks, and the body but with his cocky attitude none of it appealed to you. As far as you knew he didn’t even know you existed, if you passed by it was like nothing, he was oblivious to your presence. So for you he didn’t matter.

It was a regular day for you, you were putting your books away in your locker, the halls were empty and everyone had left long ago. You were getting ready to leave yourself. You didn’t hear when Jungkook came marching down the hallway, his face red and full of rage, his big fists clenching at his sides ready to punch anything that was in his way. All you heard was the loud slam of your locker in your face and its echo filling the hallway. You’d expect a scream or squeal to escape your lips but your mouth stayed shut.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry are you hurt?!” Jungkook quickly asks once he see’s someone behind the locker he just punched, his voice trembling still with anger but now more worried. He focuses on you now to see if he did hurt you in anyway and was completely taken back, the sight of you quickly dissolved all the anger he was feeling before and replaced it with something else.

You didn’t hear a word he said, you didn’t even see who it was exactly. You had your eyes closed tight and your hands up to your ears to block out any sound, all you heard was the rapid beating of your heart, it wasn’t even in sync the beating was all over the place.

He touches your shoulder and you open your eyes. They widened when you recognized the guy in front of you. Jungkook was speaking to you his lips moving fast and his brows furrowed displaying a look of full worry and hopelessness. But you couldn’t hear him you still had your ears covered and you were still shaking. He touches your shoulder again and stands closer to you, he only said one word this time and you knew that word. Your name. Jungkook knew your name.

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anonymous asked:

Three sentence fic: something inspired by that Sith!Luke and Vader in a bacta tank art you reblogged earlier?

(This is the art, by @3bsambi)

Good news: I did fill the prompt. 

Bad news: It is not 3 sentences long, and I can’t tell if it makes any sense because I wrote it all at once in a fit of hyperfocus at work, drove home, edited it once, and am now posting it. I have not slept more than 4 hours a night all week. I have a splitting headache. I think I’m a little high. can’t tell if this is bad or good.

Different news: It is 26 paragraphs long. Read the author’s note at the bottom for some explanation re: this AU I just made up. 

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Greedy: Adam Driver x Reader.

A/N: ok let me just start off by saying- this is my absolute favorite picture of Adam! idk why but it’s my number one! now second off- I guess we can call this an AU??? is that how AU’s work??? also note that in this fic Adam is a completely normal person. he’s not some famous person. he’s just a normal SINGLE man. I decided to take this route because I personally think it’s cheesy and cliche to do the whole fame thing from any angle whether you’re both famous and costars, or he’s dating you in secret to protect you from the public or his fans. not shitting on anyone else but it think its dumb… so I chose something different, but to each their own. this is chapter one by the way! if this is something y’all like… then I will totally continue! this is definitely a new world for me and I’m excited to explore it.

Sidebar: if you haven’t heard the song greedy from Ariana Grande then the title won’t make sense to you. It’s a cute little song and it’s super upbeat! I love it! 

link to Ariana Grande- Greedy

in case the first link won’t work.

Warnings: none

words: 1.4k


It was an average Friday night and you really had no plans to go anywhere. While your roommate was out with her girlfriend you sat on your bed painting your nails a pretty shade of barbie pink. Admiring how glossy they looked under your light, you smiled. When you had nothing to do you always pampered yourself, doing things you didn’t have time for during the week. Before your nails, you sat in front of your mirror doing your make up for no reason other than you wanted to look good for yourself. It made you chipper inside feeling your false lashes flutter every time you blinked.

Letting your nails dry, you carefully slipped out of your silky robe and slipped on a simple pink cami-style dress. You were planning on having a movie marathon all to yourself and couldn’t decide between Star wars or Harry potter, both franchises you loved dearly. Though you were staying in for the night, you couldn’t have a movie marathon without snacks! Slipping on your little silver jelly flats and grabbing your purse, you made your way to the grocery store.

For a Friday night, the parking lot was practically empty, leaving you with all the good up front parking. Looking around you grabbed a jar of big dill pickles, a bag of frozen extra crispy fries, and a bottle of vegan ranch. The only thing that was missing… was the popcorn. Walking down the snack aisle you noticed a lot of the product had not been down stocked yet.

There on the top shelf was one last bag of your favorite pre-popped popcorn; white cheddar skinny pop. giddy, you reached up for the bag only to have it snatched before your eyes. Your smile dropped as you watched in horror. A man many feet taller than you had taken the one thing you wanted most.

“Hey- um- I was kinda going to buy that.” you said timidly.

He stopped pushing his cart and turned to face you. As if in a cheesy movie everything moved in slow motion and you felt your heart leap into your throat. He peered down at you with glittering honey cocoa colored eyes, dark thick raised brows and pouty luscious pink lips. His skin was sprinkled with pale little freckles and beauty marks. his nose was rather large and protruding and so were his ears hidden under his long deep brown locks. Parts of his hair was pushed over to one side giving his scalp a more fabulous volumized look that was only complimented by his facial hair.

“Oh my bad.” his voice was different, deep and unlike anything you had ever heard before. It was strange at first, and almost funny.

“It’s fine, but can I have that bag… since I’m cute.” you smiled.

He laughed, and it was the most pleasant sound you had ever heard. “I’ll give you the cute part, but I’m not giving you the popcorn, lady.”

“What!” you jumped. “But that’s the last bag of skinny pop!”

“Which is exactly why I’m not giving it to you,” the giant scoffed.

You balled your hands into fist trying not to make a scene over popcorn. “I like skinny pop because it’s vegan and low in calories.”

He rolled his. “Maybe that’s why I like it too.”

Now you were the one to laugh.  “You mean to tell me a big guy like you is trying to watch his figure?!”

“Maybe!” he snarled. “You don’t know me!”

Grinding your teeth you dropped to mega bitch level. “Give me the damn bag of skinny pop or I’m going to scream.”

“Yeah sure.” he said sarcastically.

“1”

He narrowed his eyes. “You won’t”

“Bet. 2”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Go on.”

“Last chance. 3”

“I said-”

On the top of your lungs, you let out an ear-splitting shriek making everyone around the two of you stop.

“EW GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERV!”

Instantly the man began to shush you. “Ok! Ok! Ok!”

He reached into his cart handing you the bag. “Here take the damn bag of popcorn! Just stop screaming!”

“Thank you.” you smiled sweetly, then walked away.

“Uh- yeah! Your welcome!” he shouted awkwardly.

Browsing harmless down every aisle, you searched the shelves for anything that could be new. You really didn’t need anything but the snacks you came for.

Sighing in realization, you moved to the tissue, paper towel, and toilet paper aisles to grab a couple boxes of puff plus. With the rainy days came mold and mildew and it was driving your allergies wild. Looking at all the cute designs you settled for a box with Moana, frozen, and rouge one on it. Your inner child cheered in excitement at the cool characters that covered each individual box.

Distracted by the designs of the boxes, you bumped your cart into the back of someone. Startled and embarrassed you whipped your head up.

“Oh- I’m so-”

“Great. It’s you.” Said the big burly man from earlier.

You stayed silent, eyeing him with so much shade as he reached for a big pack of paper towels.

“What- you want these too?!” He snipped. “Because if you’re going to scream again I’ll just get you a pack from the top then.”

“No!” You scoffed.

He nodded his head as he pushed his cart getting as far away from you as he could. Cheeks tinting every shade of pink, you rushed to the checkout.

The lines were short and in no time you free. It was halfway to your car when you spotted the man from a second ago. He was loading his bags in his black SUV. His lips were pressed together in a thin line and his expression was frustrated.

You felt guilty for bothering him the way you did. He was probably the sweetest most giving man in the world and you felt as if you were the reason he was frustrated. Reaching into the back of the car, you pulled out the bag of skinny pop. The bag belonged to him.

Carefully approaching him, you thought about what you would say. How were you going to apologize?

“Uh- hi.” You said softly.

He dropped the bag he had in his hand back into the cart. He rolled his eye and shifted his jaw, very annoyed.

“What do you want now?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you offered him the bag of popcorn. “Here.”

He looked down surprised and refused your offer. “I can’t take that from you. I didn’t pay for it.”

“I know, but it was yours originally,” you muttered. “I’m sorry.”

His brows creased. “It’s ok. It’s not that big of a deal -I mean- it was back in there (the store), but that’s over with.”

“Yeah I know but it wasn’t right,” you pressed, “I should’ve never thrown a fit over a damn bag of popcorn!”

“Really you shouldn’t have, but you did.” he nodded.

You leaned up against his SUV avoiding his gaze. Those judging eyes of his were too much to take and you were still ashamed of how you acted towards him. You were a grown woman, still very young, but grown nonetheless!

“I’m not always like that. In fact, I’m never like that.” your voice carried out just above a whisper.

“I believe you,” he replied just as soft.

You frowned, taking in a shaky breath. He was just being nice so you’d leave him alone, no doubt about it. You were really bummed out that you had blown a possible chance of meeting someone new. You could tell by looking at him that he was a good person who had a good head on his shoulders and that’s what you needed. His looks were like nothing you had seen before and that's made him attractive to you.

Apologizing again once again you turned on your heel to head back to your car. You had done enough to the poor guy and you wanted to just let him carry on with the rest of his night. The last thing you needed was to make things worse for him.

“Uh-” he called out. “I’m Adam… by the way.”

You stopped, casting your head over your left shoulder. “Adam. It’s nice to meet you, Adam. I’m (y/n).”

“Hey, do you like Pad thai?” he asked almost uncomfortably.

“I-i love pad thai.” you sang.

Adam smiled. “Well- are you doing anything right now… cause if not I know this Thai restaurant that makes the best damn pad thai in the world. That if you’re hungry.”

“I’m always hungry.” you said half joking.

“Great! We could head there now if you’d like!”

The Anchor – Jamie Benn

Originally posted by tylerandjamie

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you all for the support, I really love talking to you guys! I still have a few more requests to write but they should be finished and posted with in the next 2 weeks! This imagine was written by @had-to-skjei-it and I think it’s actually really cute! This is the first series that we have made so I hope it turns out as good as I hope it will (and since Mel is writing it, I’m 100% positive it well exceed my expectations)!!

Anon Request: Can you write an imagine where you’re friends with Tyler seguin and you’re invited to his and your other best friends wedding. You’re the maid of honor and Jamie benn is the best man and you two start to flirt and by the reception you two can’t stop and he asks you to slow dance with him and then decides right there to ask for your number and to go on a date with him. Maybe make it a series?

Warnings: some pessimism and a couple curse words

Song: The Anchor by Bastille (You should all go listen to it because it is an amazing song!)

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Today was a special day. Your best friend was getting married to your other best friend. And where were you? Maid of honor. You knew it seemed silly, but you were waiting for this moment for a very long time. Your childhood friend is going to be Mrs. Tyler Seguin? That’s just about the coolest thing you could think of. You lived in Texas all your life and now your inseparable best friend is getting married to a hockey player? Wow. You met Tyler as soon at they started dating and now, your friendship with him is almost as strong as that with his fiancée.

The ceremony was long and boring, and everything was green. You, and all the bridesmaids were wearing Kelly green dresses, and all the groomsmen were wearing ties of the same shade. You stood there for what seemed like forever, waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle. Of course you were stunned when you saw her in her pearly gown with a long sparkly train. She was holding white roses with green stems (of course). You managed to get a glimpse of Tyler, who was tearing a little bit. You longed for a love like that. Someone who would think about you nonstop, and would be incapable of not smiling in your presence. You got a little sad when you thought about the love you’d never have, but you remembered this was a wedding and you should be happy for the bride and groom. You slapped a fake smile on your face, and let the ceremony continue.

You tried to think about something other than love so you decided to look at the crowd attending the wedding. There were a fair amount of family on either side. On the bride’s side, there were many other childhood friends you grew up with, and on the groom’s side, there were other tall, handsome, muscular hockey players like Tyler. Again with those thoughts? You really wanted to find someone to lean on, but this was not the time. Try not to think about all those nice, single professional hockey players. Just try.

Your mini self pep talk didn’t do you much good. A bright smile caught your eye from across the room. Of course it had to belong to a tall young man who seemed to have a nice build from what you could tell from the fit of his suit. You presumed he was another one of those hockey players. You didn’t follow hockey at all, so you had no idea what name matched that face.

What was that? Did he just, wink at you? No, that couldn’t be. Why would someone like him be even remotely interested in you? But of course you couldn’t resist that, so you shot a wink back at this unknown hockey player. Of course you got one of those one-eyebrow-raised looks back at you from this man, then another wink, and finally that bright white smile.

Little looks like those were exchanged between the two of you throughout the ceremony. Who was he? What was his name? Why does he seem so interested in me? Should I go talk to him? All of these thoughts and more flooded your head when the wedding ceremony finally concluded. 

You couldn’t find this mysterious man during the reception, all hockey players looked the same to you. They all came from Canada, Scandinavia, or Russia. If they weren’t super blonde because they were Scandinavian, they were all dark haired, with either brown or blue eyes. They were all tall, and had very broad shoulders. Many of them also had beards. This man had dark hair, dark eyes, and was clean shaven.

Your search was cut short because you were forced to sit down for the toast from the best man. You found your glass of champagne, and low and behold, this mystery man stood up and pulled out a piece of paper from his breast pocket.

His toast was peppered with jokes and small anecdotes about him and Tyler playing hockey together and what a pleasure it was to captain the team. You knew so little about hockey, that you didn’t even know the name of the captain of the Dallas Stars, who seems to have the same name as this mysterious flirty man from the ceremony. 

His eyes were scanning the tables in front of him while he was reading. He was obviously looking for something but what was it? This man was so mysterious it drew you in even more.

Finally this hockey man’s eyes made its way to your table, and found you. Your eyes locked in for a few seconds. He raised an eyebrow and the corners of his mouth raised a bit. He then looked down at his script again for a second, and when he looked up again, his eyes continued to scan the room.

The food was very “sub-par”. You really wanted to enjoy the lasagna that was served, but it was burned in some places and cold in other places. You ended up using you fork to move the food from one side of your plate to the other to make it look like you ate more than you actually did. Looking around your table, everyone else was doing similar things with it so it make you feel a little better. 

Finishing the food in front of you was out of the question. You knew talking to the bride and groom wasn’t a great idea because their hands were full as it is. The table you were placed at was full of Tyler’s old relatives, all of them were talking about this person named Jamie. Probably some little cousin causing trouble. They all ignored you anyway so the only thing you could think of doing was check your phone.

You pulled your iPhone out of your purse to see snapchat notifications from about 5 different people. You didn’t care to look at them. Your lock screen was of you with Tyler and his then-fiancée. You were such a third wheel. It’s because they were your two best friends. Of course you hung out with them a lot. But they were deeply in love and you knew that deep down all three of you knew you were hanging out with them too much because of course everyone wants some private time with their SO to kiss or whatever lovers do. You wouldn’t know. You’ve been single all your life. Not because you were ugly or anything, just the guys who were always hitting on you were the wrong type. They were the type who would make one night stands all the time and you didn’t want to be any part of that. How much you wished for love! Real love. None of this one night stand bullshit. Just someone to talk to who you could lean on when you’ve had a bad day. Someone who will say you looked beautiful when you feel like shit on the inside. You just wanted that special someone in your life. And he would be yours and only yours. And you would be his and only his. You didn’t want to be a third wheel, and always awkward because your two best friends were in a relationship and you were just there. You wanted-

“Hey.” A deep voice said as you felt a warm hand on your bare, cool shoulder. These green bridesmaid dresses were suited for the Texas weather, but not for these rooms with excessive air conditioning. You turned around to see the mystery man smiling back at you.

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@had-to-skjei-it would like for me to tell you guys that she is sorry that part 1 is boring (even though I think it’s a wonderful start to the series!) and she promises the next part will be more interesting! 

anonymous asked:

SPIDERMAN AAAAHH i just saw the movie this brings me so much joy okay peter gets a cough or a cold or something not really that major and mr stark notices but doesn't say anything because he's like 'he'll tell me if he needs something' or whatever then when peter goes to get a drink or the bathroom idk FRIDAY is just like 'Mr Parker has a temperature of .... ' or 'needs urgent medical assistance' or smth

(This is a sweet ass prompt, anon. And I’m all for Tony trying to be a suave dad like “I must test him” and that fails horribly lmao bc Peter is a stubborn shit..here’s some more Spiderman! Also u might notice I’ve incorporated the tom holland meme discretely lol)

When Tony first discovered Peter through that YouTube video, he had seen him as a talent. A potential colleague in the future, a team mate and someone he could help along find their footing. But Tony had never anticipated what had come for him instead.

Instead what Tony found was a kid. A kid who was without a doubt, certainly a talent and special, but he was a kid. He was lost, he had issues, he was a misfit who desperately wanted to be like everyone else and didn’t exactly love himself. Peter had been exposed to the horrors of the world too soon; having lost his Uncle, who had been his father figure quite recently. He had daddy issues, and Tony was no stranger to those. In those eyes Tony saw himself years ago, a boy trying to pave his way through a misguided childhood, and trying to come out of it a man.

Tony had people who had helped him along the way, mentors, friends, the like. And for them, Tony would eternally be grateful. Tony could only hope he could be the same for Peter, because he deserved it. He really was a good kid.

A bond had grown between them, and Tony had grown caring and protective. This had not been his plan at all. He was unprepared, making it up as he went. Tony had no clue what it was like, what it took to become a father figure. Hell, how would he know something he never even had? Even so, he had made it a mission to make sure Peter could have something as close as possible. He knew he would come up short, but damn well Tony would try his hardest despite that.

Tony would try and push communication with Peter. What he recognised in Peter was the struggle to reach out to others, in fear of perhaps rejection or belittlement or the fear he would not be understood. When Peter did rarely reach out, he very much held back. Tony wanted Peter to be more open, so he could achieve this connection with others he longed to have.

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Aoi Shouta LIVE 2017 WONDER lab. ~prism~ Osaka/Tokyo 2017-02-04/2017-02-12 - Report

*DO NOT REPOST*


Two reports in one post! The majority of the live was similar ✨
Osaka parts will be in italics, Tokyo in bold, plain text means it happened in both lives!
Most the official photos I’ve used here are mainly from Tokyo.

As usual not 100% accurate!


At Tokyo Live

*Thanks to those who responded to my post! ^^*
So I got to my seat and after I was ready I messaged @jeanette-ting seeing if she got to her’s ok (we applied for tickets separately so never got to sit together 😢 ).

And not long after she told me she spotted Chiharu!!!
Here are screenshots of our convo 😂Thought it’d be easier than trying to explain it all lol
Hopefully it’s not too small and you can all read it! (Probably better to read on mobile devices since you can zoom in!)

Please excuse the spelling mistakes, as you can tell I was really excited 😂😂

And~ then the live started!

If only I could have recorded him 😂

It’s not in the convo but I also saw Agematsu Noriyasu, BROCCOLI’s composer (third photo) he was sitting next to Naru, Shoutan’s kouhai in S Inc (second photo).
And I couldn’t tell who it was next to Agematsu-san, but since they were next to him and Naru, I guessed it must be Satou Hiromi, S Inc’s president (third photo).
Araki Hirofumi, Kento’s actor in Smile Mermaid was also there (last photo)

I seen Japanese fan reports saying that Onoken was also there but I never seen him.


Video

The live started with a video of painter/artist Shoutan in an art studio. His Budokan Prince outfit was also displayed in the room ☺️
He was drawing a white, space-like outfit.
He then turns and look straight to the camera with this expression (noticing us)

(ok not 100% this expression, he was more happy looking) and then he smiled beautifully~

Suddenly he sees something unusual and wiped his eyes to check that he wasn’t seeing things. Sparkles started coming out from the drawing, he then smiled again
Then Shoutan appeared on stage in that white outfit!!!

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Hail to the King

TITLE: Hail to the King

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Ch. 1- Children Will Be Children

AUTHOR: artemisnightingale216

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Thor and Loki have a younger sister, Astrid, who was not much younger than Loki. Growing up, she was always very close to both her brothers, acting as a catalyst that kept them together even through tough times, though she typically stayed close to Loki’s side. Though it went against Frigga’s wishes, she even trained alongside them and raised as a warrior as well as a lady…

RATING: M for Mature and Adult Themes

NOTES/WARNINGS: Super duper happy with the feedback in such a short amount of time once again! Thank you to all of you that read it! Much appreciated! If you did not have the chance to read the Prologue to Hail to the King, I will be putting that link down below. Now, once again, as it is based off a Marvel movie, there will be violence; I don’t intend to put in much in this chapter as I plan to gradually build us up from the children’s childhoods all the way up to the first Thor and then on because I find it a bit unfair that we see very little about their lives before then aside from a few short scenes. Plus, we do need a bit of background on my OC. So, let us begin!

EDIT: Sorry this took so long! I got started on it and then busy with everything else that could go wrong in my life. Anyway, please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Link to Prologue

Song for the Chapter- Under One Sky by The Tenors

“Buona. Ora preparatevi. Il rituale è pronto per iniziare.”

The three of them circled around Unna and raised their hands palms up so they were facing the sky. She did not know what they had planned, but she knew it would not end well for her or her child.

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I'm A Little Awkward, But Most People Like Me

Pairing: Yixing/Baekhyun
Rating: pg-13
Genre: online friendship? 

Summary: Baekhyun’s a little awkward, spends too much time reading smutty gay fanfiction, and doesn’t think twice before flying across the country to meet his favorite author.

Originally posted by junyeol


He’s staring at the screen, the little line blinking, taunting him. He wants to say something. Anything. But what? Is it weird if he just gushes? Can he do that? Hi you don’t know me but I love ur fics and ur a great writer and i think i love you please be my friend. He quickly backspaces. “Definitely can’t send that.”

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Distraction

Summer explodes.  The heat, the sun.  The green on the trees.  And in its aftermath, things slow down some.   After winter’s cold, dark hand bosses everyone down the streets, people want to stop and take in the warmth.  It’s no longer necessary to hurry or scuttle through the wind and snow, coats tugged tight against faces - now there are long, luxurious strides, more skin bared with the passage of every June day.

And with it, comes the inevitable douchebags.  Showing up and showing off, right down Main Street, chests proud and arms swinging, lats spread beneath the thin white strings of tank tops.  Basketball shorts.   Somehow brand new looking sneakers, no matter the day, or maybe slide sandals.  They do it to be seen, to be watched.

On the outside, Ethan watches, sees.  He is scornful, in passing conversation.  Sometimes laughs at a meme he sees online, scrolling through Facebook, with a close approximation of that type.  Let’s be honest, he thinks.  It’s the jock stereotype.  The dumbass, muscle-obsessed, sports-ardent jock.  And the jocks are on parade.  Behind the wheel of shiny, glinting cars with music hammering the air.  In uniforms, sometimes, black eye-paint streaked and pants muddy, cleats half-unlaced.  Their fresh, aquatic colognes painting the air with invisible, heavy brushstrokes. 

And yet, for all his disdain, Ethan watches them.  He didn’t always.  And in the winter, it almost feels like he gets a bit of a reprieve - but still, his eyes travel, involuntarily, towards them, whenever he sees a Jock.  At work, stocking shelves, he sees a Jock go by, and there goes his attention.  He sees the baseball cap - Red Sox! - fitted, dark gray, bright red B, flat-brim, over short, dark hair and dark eyes that sort of suck light into them.  Red tank-top, showing off smooth, taut biceps and deltoids rounding slowly higher, still works in progress, but growing.  Basketball shorts - gray with a bright Nike swoosh like a blinding white grin down the thigh.  His calves lead down in tight diamonds to his Nike Roshes, also flame-red, the outsoles nearly sparkling, clearly well-maintained

Ethan’s face matches the Jock’s sneakers as he rips his gaze away from the bro.  Fuck, he thinks to himself.  It happened again.  How long this time?  He shakes his head back and forth to clear it of cobwebs and sets back to the task at hand.  

But still, he thinks to himself, how fucking cool would it be to have a body like that?  Being a Jock aside - he’d never dress like that, no way - just being fit, being in shape.  Being in tune with the body, being agile, being corded with muscle.  It makes a sort of practical sense, really.  He wonders why he doesn’t go to the gym, actually. 

(The Jock bro is crossing the parking lot, his shadow thrown back behind him like a long, thick sword.  A brief smile dusts the corner of his mouth, and then he reaches up to curl the earbuds into his ears.  Music swells up, the same thud and shout that accompanied his lifts not 30 minutes earlier.  He stops at the edge of the parking lot, hikes himself up onto the top of the picnic table, head bowed, knees spread, nodding to the music.  The Jock bro checks his G-Force watch, chunky and black against his tanned forearm.)

The Jock was wearing a lot of cologne, Ethan notes idly to himself.  He doesn’t hate it.  It doesn’t smell expensive, but it doesn’t smell cheap, either.  The only words that come to Ethan’s mind are swimming pool, locker room, weight room, high school, mall.  A splash of color and sound.  The cologne is fresh, sharp, clean.  That’s it, he thinks.  It smells clean.  Transparent, almost, like fresh glass.  Like … like a mirror.

Ethan blinks and looks around.  He’s in the bathroom.  Must’ve wandered in here, he thinks to himself.  And there in front of him is the mirror over the sink.  “Gonna have to get these blackouts checked,” he says to himself, murmuring, chuckling.  Ethan blinks at himself.  Not scrawny.  Wiry.  Dark hair, a little curly, a little fluffy.  Time for a cut.  Long legs, long arms.  Squat torso.  Size 10 sneaker, currently a battered, low-top Chuck Taylor, the laces variegated with years.  Black-rim glasses and a well-maintained goatee. 

He flexes, then, pulls a double bi, right there in front of the mirror.  He holds it.  He puffs his chest out, he sucks his stomach in.  He tenses all of his muscles in the vain, pathetic attempt to somehow envision his biceps inflating, suddenly popping out like found baseballs - or softballs, even! - seeing the veins fill and surge and rise out of his skin like fleshy worms …

The disappointment is nearly intoxicating, along with the rush of vertigo that hits directly after Ethan relaxes the flex.  No, he isn’t fit, muscled.  He’s got some wire under the skin, but so little mass. 

Need to eat more, Ethan muses, the smallest trickle of a stream of consciousness beginning to flow beneath his thoughts.  Protein would help the muscles grow.  But because those thoughts are so foreign - they almost don’t seem to belong to him - his brain rejects them as important on a surface level.

Ethan shakes his head.  Work, that’s what he was doing.  And life outside of work, well, that’s going okay, isn’t it?  Nothing too crazy.  School, with its accompanying homework, all the flipping of textbook pages and the quick pace of keyboard fingering, face lit by the screen, crafting essays.  Of course, sometimes it isn’t as quick a pace.  Sometimes, it’s an argument with speed.  He struggles.  Everyone struggles from time to time.  Just need more coffee.  And he always has coffee after a good, hard workout.  And that’s why he’s tired, of course.  Balancing school and work and his workout routine is exhausting, sometimes.

Ethan feels himself slump a little as he turns to exit the bathroom, feeling a dull ache in his shoulderblades, in his neck.  He reaches up to rub at them, digging in with his fingers, and issues an involuntary moan, a deep, throaty sound that verges on indecent.

(The sun is setting.  The Jock bro cracks his neck from side to side, feeling the pull in his lats, his traps.  He tilts his head to look up at the rapidly darkening sky.  The first hot breath of night-wind skirls across his face.  He tilts to one side, digs in the pocket of his shorts, and pulls out his phone.  His fingers tap over the number pad, and he lifts it to his face, skin bathed in the eldritch, electronic blue)

“Fffffuuuuuck,” Ethan judders out, his upper teeth clenching against the lower, his lips pressed tightly together in order to stifle the noise he makes as he bucks back & forth in the bathroom stall.  One hand has flung out against the tiles to keep himself steady as the other one jerks himself off, pumping wildly as his seven-inch cock, engorged in his hand, becomes like steel.  Ropes of saliva spray from his mouth, his head flung back in the crescendo of the orgasm.  It doesn’t once occur to him that he is fucking jerking off in the bathroom at work.

Ethan’s phone rings.  At least, he thinks its his phone.  Who else would have Turn Down For What as a fuckin ringtone?  Well, him and Justin.  Shit. 

“Yo.”  His voice sounds so far away as he picks up the phone.

“Bro!  What the fuck, you get lost?”

“Uhhhh …”

(The Jock bro is laughing silently, knee-slapping.  He fuckin loves the first Uhhh.)

“Well, hurry the fuck up.  I’m waitin out in the parking lot.  Pick me up some eggs, wouldja?  I forgot em.  Oh, and chocolate milk.”

“Uhhhh … okay.”

Ethan takes the phone off the side of his face and adjusts his backwards-facing hat.  The bathroom is filled with the smell of his cologne, which - even though he’s been told that one spray is enough - he has sprayed on at least five times this morning before leaving the house, and another before work started.  Now, of course, it mixes liberally with the strong, earthy musk of his cum, which has splattered all over the toilet and the floor.  Ethan stares at it, confused, and then remembers, and a horking, jerking laugh spills up out of his throat and into the air.  He turns on an immaculate, white and gray, Nike AirMax Wright, and leaves the bathroom without either cleaning up or washing his hands. 

The night air is cool around Ethan’s bare arms.  Still too skinny, he thinks to himself.  The trickle of his stream of consciousness has suddenly become a whitewater rapid.  A constant rising static, flooding out his other thoughts.  Need more mass

“Yo!”

It carries from across the parking lot.  The dark has fully descended now, like an eyelid shutting on the world.  Ethan feels his Nike Elite basketball shorts swishing around his knees.  “Yo!”  He cries back, and the sound carries a lot further than he thought it would, surprising even him - but only for a moment.

“Ready, bro?” 

“Fuckin course I’m ready.” 

“Gonna fuckin hit it tonight.”

The world is breaking up into kaleidoscopic colors.  Ethan rubs at his eyes, lifting his Ray-Bans to do it.  Something feels wrong.  Like two super-imposed images have become suddenly unmounted, and he is looking looking through through a haze of exhaust smoke.  “Uh, hang on …” 

Deep down, in the dark miasma of his brain, sullen red Klaxons have surged to life, and the alarm is cranked up to full volume.  The clothes on his frame feel suddenly alien, the hat feels too large, the sneakers, too big.  He feels like a kid, playing dress-up in an older brother’s clothes.  His heart rate surges, and his eyes dart from shadow to shadow.

“Sup, bro?”  The Jock bro is looking back at him, vacant eyes slightly curious, mostly bored. 

“I’m not your … bro.  Bro.”

The Jock bro moves closer.  Ethan would, instinctively, move back, but he doesn’t, not quite, he doesn’t think he does, anyway.  The Jock bro is standing so close now, so close that he can smell the entirely unnecessary aftershave under the cologne, so close that he can smell the residue of iron on his fingers, the rasp of slightly fruity pre-workout on his breath.  His hand comes up, grasps Ethan’s bicep.  His eyes fix, anchoring on something far down inside. 

“Bro.”

The anchor is being reeled back in, up through Ethan’s body.  He feels giddy, dizzy.  It is not an entirely unpleasant sensation, Ethan would reflect later - if he were able to reflect, later, beyond flexing in the mirror … and well, let’s be honest, every reflective surface …

“Come on, bro.  Let’s go.”

An invisible cloud grows around Ethan as he nods, just once, and then grins, slightly vacantly. “Hey bro.” 

“Yeah bro?”

Ethan flexes, as hard as possible, his muscles standing out in relief against his short, broad frame.  The night flees from their laughter as they throw arms around each other’s shoulders and head towards the gym.  And behind them, trailing a sweet, fresh, clean scent; mildly intoxicating, definitely distracting.

My Wife

Prompt: The first time Owen refers to Amelia as, “my wife.”

I’m baaaaaack. Well, kind of. I don’t really know much, but I know I missed writing. A


Owen Hunt was not one to flaunt his relationships all over town. He appreciated the intimacy of a bond shared between two people, the closeness it brings to the couple. At the same time, he also had a very hard time not mounting his wife every second of the day. The way her scrubs molded against her shapely ass, how the vee of her collar would gape when she bent over, revealing a delicious view of her cleavage.

He was a firm believer in feminism and he knew firsthand that Amelia could stand up for herself, but occasionally he couldn’t help it. When a stranger’s eyes would linger on her petite frame a little too long he would slink an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Or when the waiter at dinner would shoot her a grin, Owen would reach across to intertwine their hands, making sure to flaunt her white gold band.

But Amelia Shepherd was not going to stand around while he figuratively peed all over her. She was no one’s territory to be marked, and he knew that damn well. Yet he had an inkling that a small part of her enjoyed his jealousy and possessive nature when it came to her. The glint in her eye, and the super hot sex, were a dead giveaway that she wasn’t completely against his behaviour.

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Being a black woman in Japan

Sorry, this is gonna be a super long rant but I have been living in Japan for a year now (I’ll be leaving soon) and I just wanna share my experiences with Japanese men for all you awesome Black women out there. Firstly, I am a 26 year old black woman with dark brown skin and short 4c/4b hair (but I often wear braids). Since I’ve been in Asia, I’ve had nothing but positive experiences. 

I work in a Japanese company and during my first nomikai (drinking meetup with co-workers), my boss point-blank asked me to pick which one of our male coworkers that I would consider dating and was trying to push the idea of me and one of the “tall and hot” Japanese coworkers getting together (I’m 5ft8 and he is taller which is rare in Japan. Btw, he wasn’t at the meet up that day). Not to mention one of my supervisors who’s nice but has barely had a conversation with me cause he’s so awkwardly shy with me, yet strangely would ask me about me going on a date with my fiance and stuff (lol what the heck, I’ve never had a fiance). 

Being 5ft8 has been both a blessing and curse in Japan. Over the last year, a lot of Japanese men have literally gasped and commented over how long my legs are (especially when I wear slim fitting or high waisted pants). I think its a turn on for them lol. Sadly, a lot of guys are just way way too short for me. (2 or 3 inches shorter is ok). I have one experience with a shorter guy. He was a short, little guy but his body was fit (being a firefighter and all) and his face was…sexy, lol. We met through the “hellotalk” app to study English/japanese and met up only twice and both times, when the conversation would pause he’d be staring at me so intensely, I seriously wanted to run into a corner and hide. Just too much sexual tension lol. Btw, he also paid for our meals and drinks and told me that I was beautiful within the first minute that we met. His confidence was really sexy.

One of my other experiences is with a guy (my height), who was standing next to me and my coworkers at one of my favourite Japanese musician’s live. After talking that day, he offered to be my tour guide around the city and everytime we met afterwards he always insisted on paying for my food and even though I was always late meeting him, he would never get angry. I just thought that he was an overly nice guy but turns out that he actually liked me and he confessed that if he hadn’t assumed that I had a boyfriend he would have been more aggressive in chasing me (unfortunately, I’m not attracted to him).

But the most unforgettable experience was actually on a prior trip to Japan a few years ago. The guesthouse I was staying in on my last day in Japan, didn’t have any guests apart from me so the owner (who was 27 yrs) paid extra attention to me including giving me a ride to the bank on the back of his motorcycle, taking me to his favourite local bar and afterwards a european style bar since I mentioned that I like Sangria (I think my accomodation fee got cancelled out by him paying for everything lol). While having Sangria, a dvd special of Girls Generation was playing on the bar tv. He kept glancing between the girls on the tv and me until he finally asked if I wore makeup. I’m not really a make-up girl (only for events and stuff) so I told him I just wear the basic eyeliner. I couldn’t believe what he said next. This foo actually told me he thought I was more beautiful than k or j pop girls. At first, I thought he was flattering me but he was dead serious. I was so shook all I could say was “thank you”. As the night went on and thanks to a little alcohol, he got bold enough to tell me that he liked me and even asked if someone like him had a chance with a girl as “beautiful and intelligent” as me (whuh? Im just an average black girl. I’ll admit the intelligent part lol). Since I moved to Japan last year, we had a chance to meet up again after two years and I could tell that he still likes me (sadly I dont like him that way). 

Before visiting Japan or Asia (I have some experiences with Taiwanese men as well), I never imagined that there would be guys genuinely interested in an average Black girl like me. But through my own interaction with people, I discovered that if you’re a woman, even a Black woman, there’s gonna be Asian men, Black men, White men, essentially straight men who are naturally attracted to you. Girls, don’t pay attention to things like ideal types or someone not seeming like they like Black women. Sometimes it’s the guys, in this case, asian guys that you least expect that secretly or not so secretly have a crush on you. I don’t think any of the guys that expressed interest in me, particularly had an explicit interest in Black girls or ever imagined dating one. Heck, they couldn’t even speak a lick of English (just you’re local boys with few or no foreign friends yet the feels was real (on their part). Which btw, it’s good to study foreign languages cause you never know, one day you might get love confessions in korean or polish, lol. 

So that’s my experience in Japan (I might right one for Korea as well). I hope this gives all you fellow black girls confidence in your beauty, intelligence and charm whatever country you're living in.

Motherfuckin’ Starboy

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Chapter Two


I was late.


I had barely slept through the night. My mind was preoccupied thinking about Harry, stuck between acute embarrassment and intense desire. There was a constant back and forth in my brain where I’d see the lustful way Harry had eyed me for sixty minutes straight and then my vision would swim and I’d be back on the studio floor, concerned faces surrounding me. I couldn’t believe I had fucking fainted. There was no doubt I would have gotten laid, probably had some of the best sex of my life, last night had I not passed out. Harry all but confirmed it as he left me in the locker room, admitting that he enjoyed watching me. Had I not been a complete idiot and hydrated better, I wouldn’t have been in the showers alone after class.


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A SUMMER OF READING WOMEN

For me, this has been a summer of reading books written by female writers, and I’d like to talk about some books that, in my opinion, are significant. Especially when we talk about science fiction and fantasy – for years it’s been a genre dominated by (white, heterosexual) men who favour traditional narratives. Meanwhile, fantasy and speculative fiction are perfect for subverting those traditional narratives, they give opportunity to question, to shift assumptions, finally – to build worlds completely different than ours (and use it to discuss gender, sex, class…) Very often, this is exactly what female writers do – and the outcome is amazing.  

SCI-FI

  • The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin – I can’t believe I only now picked up what is considered a classic among speculative fiction. LeGuin has her main character question his binary assumptions about gender, and while it is a little underwhelming (remember that this is book was first published in 1969), it is still an important (some say, groundbreaking) piece. When you read, notice what happens in the language sphere – how English is considered a gender neutral language, yet he/his pronouns are still used as neutral/default (and the narrator comments on it himself). Therefore, you still get this feeling that the book is filled with male characters – which was disappointing.

(Still, if you were to pick one thing written by LeGuin – or you don’t know where to start, you’re intimidated by the size of most of her books – do yourself a favour and read her short story called The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas. A masterpiece.)

  • Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie – in this book, the author is clearly referring to LeGuin’s classic – she takes it and puts it completely upside down. Here, the neutral pronoun is she/her. You get this impression that the book is filled with female characters – until the narrator says something about someone ‘clearly being male judging by the pattern on her jacket’. The narrator (who, by the way, is an AI in a female body) comes from a culture that doesn’t recognize gender. It’s an interesting concept that makes you check your assumptions every sentence, every time a character gets introduced, etc. – and then you start to wonder if that even matters within the plot.

If you’re not a native English speaker, check if this book has been translated to your language (especially if your language is not gender neutral). If you want, pick it up and read simultaneously with the English version. Look at the language. Observe the changes, find mistakes in the translation (because believe me, there will be mistakes), think of other ways to translate it.

If you need some encouragement why you should check this book out, C. S. Pacat said it’s one of her favourites. Sounds like a good reason!

*Bear in mind that this is a series, and I only read the first book so far.

  • The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers – gives you an idea of how you can use science fiction for its true potential. Diverse, filled with aliens, discusses cultural biases. A little underdeveloped in my opinion (I especially found it difficult to connect emotionally with the characters) but still, worth checking out.  
  • The Year of The Flood by Margaret Atwood (book 2 of the MaddAddam series) – I picked up this book without reading the first one in the series, and I confirm it can be read as a standalone. A gorgeous take on dystopian America, focuses on women’s side of the story, beautiful, beautiful prose.

(Atwood of course is also the author of The Handmaid’s Tale.)  

FANTASY/MAGICAL REALISM

  • Among Others by Jo Walton – described as ‘a love letter to science fiction and fantasy readers’. To be honest, I found this book a little bit boring but… It is very quotable. Contains for example these famous two lines: “I’ll belong to libraries wherever I go. Maybe eventually I’ll belong to libraries on other planets.” If I have read it as a 14 year old bookworm, I’d have gobbled this book right up.
  • The Vegetarian by Han Kang – where being a vegetarian becomes a subversive act. I don’t know how I feel about this book. It was… different, and not what I expected. Still, it’s quite short, and I’m putting it on this list because it surprised me.  

HISTORICAL

  • The Charioteer by Mary Renault – considered a gay literature classic. Again, gorgeous prose, but I had some issues with this book (that I can discuss if anyone’s interested). Renault is always worth checking out though (the protagonist of Among Others loves her work).  
  • Worth mentioning are also two retellings: LeGuin’s Lavinia (which I’m currently reading) and Atwood’s The Penelopiad. Retellings are popular way of giving voice to characters that were marginalized in the original work. Atwood gives voice to Penelope, Odysseus’ wife. What could have been an amazing piece, turned out to be quite bland in my opinion. Still, it was ridiculously sarcastic. I’m reading Lavinia right now and I’m liking the prose (it’s also significantly thicker than The Penelopiad, which, for me, it’s usually a plus).   
  • I’m bringing to your attention: Arundhati Roy, an Indian writer, whose long-awaited second novel, The Ministry Of Utmost Happiness, came out this summer (I haven’t read it yet unfortunately). I read her debut, The God of Small Things, ages ago, and it’s one of my favourite books. I’m talking about her here because I’m still waiting to read The Ministry… and I’m super excited (and also because she’s a genius)!