god damn learn to shut up

Aries: Trust more in things you can’t understand. Sometimes the weirdest answer is the only answer left.

Taurus: Recognize old habits and old crimes. Don’t let patterns repeat when you deserve so much better then you deserve. 

Gemini: Stop complaining and start working. You can do anything you put your mind to, you just have to put your mind to it. You’ll lose the war if you don’t fight.

Cancer:  Stop. Just stop. Those vices have have no virtues. They don’t give you character their just killing you. Nothing else to say on the matter.

Leo: One step at a time. Because if you never start you’ll never get the chance to stop. It’s time to grow up and learn to care for yourself.

Virgo: These scars aren’t what made you. These wounds didn’t forge you. You are the hero of your own god damn story. So it’s time to stand up and fight.

Libra: Stop hanging out with people who don’t want to fix themselves. Doing drugs and drowning yourself in the bottle never fucking solved anything.

Scorpio:  Learn to keep your mouth shut for all that is good and holy. Some secrets weren’t meant to be shared and some scars weren’t meant to be shown.

Sagittarius: It’s okay to need love again. It’s okay to need someone in your life. Don’t be scared just to fall just because it hurt last time.

Capricorn:  One relapse doesn’t mean you don’t throw out your recovery. Learn to grab and hold on for deal life. Because you’ve got this.

Aquarius:Jumping off bridges for thrills never did anyone any good. Learn to be content with life as its stands instead of always needing drama.

Pisces: Looking back, learn to not regret. Learn to enjoy who you are and what made you, you. As hard as it was. As painful as it was. You’re you for it.

—  This Weeks Zodiac Post
Voltron as Alarm Clocks AU

How do I keep ending up doing these? I have learned way to much about alarm clocks in the past hour. 

Keith: The “Shoot to Shut it off Clock”

Pidge: The “Retro Cool Clock but a Pain in the Ass”

Lance: The “Just Slam the Damn thing” Clock

Hunk: The “Oh my God it makes Bacon” Alarm Clock

Shiro: The “Shiro is a ticking time bomb how much time do we have left with him if Shiro dies we riot, wheres Shiro oh my GOD” Clock

Allura: “The insults you till you get Out of Bed” Clock

Coran: “The Classic Annoying” Alarm Clock

This is the life I chose. Enjoy.

“It’s gone...all gone...” - Batsis (Reader) x Batfamily

Summary Batsis is EXTREMELY FRUSTRATED after she accidentally erase from her computer the entirety of the novel she has been working hard on for the past three years… 

Because I’m actually very frustrated with myself right now (refer to that post if you wanna know more), and thought that the best solution was to turn all that frustration into a story, and sorry if it’s pretty bad, it’s literally something I just came up with, and wrote in twenty minutes, because I was so damn frustrated, and here it is : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)



Your screams of panic wakes your brother up from a good nap he was having, and he runs to your bedroom as fast as he can, almost falling down stairs, slipping on the wooden floor in his socks. He burst into your room, ready to fight, and finds you sat at your desk, shaking your computer desperately. 

-Timmy, please do something, I just did something, don’t ask me what I don’t even know it just kinda happened, I pushed some fucking keys on my computer, and my novel just disappeared ! 

He stares at you for a few seconds, a bit in disbelief, before finally answering :

-…Wait, that’s your emergency ? Are you kidding me (Y/N)? 

-Au contraire mon frère, I’m super serious ! My novel alright ?! I’ve been working on it for the past three years, I was almost done !! IT CAN’T BE ALL GONE ALRIGHT !?

As you said those last words, you stood up and grabbed your brother by the collar of his shirt. Realizing what you just did, you let go of him, and straighten him a bit, forcing a smile on your face. 

-Can you, please, my dear and adorable little brother, check my computer to see if it can be retrieved ? 

Tim was a little stunned, he never saw you like that before. It was pretty much the exact opposite in fact, you were known to be the calmest and more collected of the batkids. You usually were the one calming them down…In that sense, you were a lot like your father. So seeing you being so…hysterical, was a bit unsettling. 

-Ok calm down, we can probably retrieve your file. Most files can be recovered from computers. Hell, remember when I got some back from the bat computer after it’d been completely torched down ?

-Yes, I’m hoping for another one of your miracle here. Don’t disappoint bro’. 

-I won’t. 

And on that note, Tim cracked his knuckles and went to work. 

Keep reading

The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader Pt 8

Originally posted by yonggukology

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.

Genre” Mafia, angst, suspense.

Member: Jongup.

Word Count: 3500.

Description: What happens once Mr Moon is dead? The attack of revenge of course.

“Y/N, though you may feel you are in debt. and can’t be friends with my family, please never hesitate to come to me when you need me. Because I will always have the power and the will to help you with whatever you need. And I’m afraid one day I’m going to have to ask you to do the same for my son, you may not remember me telling you this, but already it is obvious my son Jongup, will never be good at communicating with others, Y/N”

You couldn’t remember your first meeting with Mr Moon’s son, the one where you were sitting so shyly in the shelter of your parent’s arms, only to rant and rave to Jongup about all of your favourite toys. Because you were never well off in the social department. You were never a strange child, one that other children feared, for some reason you were just someone they all ignored. And though you wished to change that, there was your growing shyness keeping a tight grip on you and stopping you from doing so.

Maybe that’s why you remembered, maybe that was why the only thing you could think about right now was Mr Moon, everything he had ever said to you and Jongup, at home, doing who knows what to help himself deal with this pain of losing someone you love.

There was one hand on your collar bones, the small pendant providing comfort under your fingers, your phone was in the other hand as you watched Jaeho’s back. The way he was rushing in his steps earlier all seemed to be reasonless, he was casually strolling now, walking down the street with the same pace as the people doing their window shopping.

Your phone vibrated in your hand and you quickly answered, putting it your ear just a few meters behind Jaeho.

“Yo” You answered and Daehyun’s serious voice answered you.

“There’s another corner not too far from you, I have a feeling he’s gonna go right there, keep following him and just tell me where he is going. I can’t let him see the car”

“Oh ok that’s cool” You answered, you were just in hearing range of Jaeho. You kept the phone to your ear, and just as Daehyun predicted, Jaeho made a right, you didn’t know how Daehyun knew he was gonna do that, but he did and as you slowed down in order to not make your stalking obvious.

“Ok, how far away are you?” You asked, Jaeho briefly glanced back at you as you turned your corner, continuing to walk towards the crossing as he continued on the way he was going.

“We’ll stay just around the corner; tell me each time you make a turn” Daehyun commanded.

“Ok, I’ll do that” You responded and quickly crossed the road. You didn’t have to talk to Daehyun when you were on the other side of the street, out of Jaeho’s sight as you followed the direction he was walking in.

The office was big, you didn’t know what Mr Moon wanted to talk about for your father to have brought you here, but it must have been important if you weren’t meeting at a restaurant or answering the front door of your house to greet him.

“Mr Moon!” You exclaimed, at the tender age of seven, you ran into the office, ignoring the scolding voice of your father and missing the confused eyes of Mr Moon’s assistant.

“Y/N is that your sweet voice I hear?” He responded, spinning in his chair and standing, he put a phone down and you quickly rushed to hug the older man.

“So it was you, where is your father Y/N?” Mr Moon chuckled, picking your small figure up in his arms and pinching your cheek.

“I’m right here, I’m so sorry Lee Jong, she hasn’t been listening to me ever since I told her where we were going” You father immediately bowed in apology as he rushed in after you.

“We both know that’s no problem, now is it Y/N? Come on over and have a seat, I have something to tell you”

“Take another right” You spoke up, coming back to your senses and following Jaeho around the corner by crossing the road again, Daehyun hummed and you could hear Zelo cursing at the cords and wires surrounding him in the back seat. You didn’t know this area, and Jaeho kept his leisurely pace, you looked for any street signs to help you tell Daehyun where you were. There was another corner and your mind became blank as you walked through the seriously unknown area.

It was starting to look dangerous, like the men with their senses drowned in alcohol and minds spinning with the effects of drugs would start lurking around, looking for trouble and victims. You were tense and it was obvious to the people around you if they were to look at you.

“Keep going up” You commanded and you could still hear Zelo trying to organise himself as the motor of the car travelled through the phone and behind you. You looked behind you, they were slowly travelling down the black behind you, parking and waiting for your next instructions. Jaeho seemed to be picking up his pace again now, he looked around him, not checking behind him as he took up a light jog towards a fancy looking building. It was the fanciest among the other average looking buildings, as he approached the steps to the building he looked around again, eyes sweeping over you who still had your phone to your ears and your eyes on the other side of the road, walking to the side of the road as if you were about to cross again.

“Come up to the next block and he’s gone into that really fancy building, hurry up and get here I feel like I’m gonna get jumped at any second now” You muttered into the phone. The was the rattling of a can being kicked along the ground, you had this curse/power where you practically predicted what was about to happen based on your feelings, hence the can being kicked against the ground wasn’t something you should ignore.

You looked in the direction of the sound, not too far from the big fancy building was a really tall person staring you down and you instantly pretended to have only seen the can, not him. He was almost as tall as Zelo and though he had a soft featured face, he looked scary and you weren’t about to get in a fight with him.

“I’m crossing the road some creep is staring me down and I am not dying tonight” You rushed, you crossed to the other side, hardly feeling safe as it only took a few seconds for the other man to do the same. He was walking towards you, you were beginning to shake, were you going to be able to shake someone that size off of you?

You heard the roar of an engine and looked behind you as you took a couple steps back.

“Daehyun, a bit of speed might be nice” You muttered and the car sped up in response. Daehyun could see you now, and he recognised who was approaching you. The car was moving too fast for it to be legal now and Zelo didn’t have to be told anything. There was a classic black beanie with the holes for eyes and a mouth in the back seat amongst the giant’s mess, and when he found it he pulled it over his head, throwing the cords off him and swinging the door open when Daehyun snarled at him.

“Get her Zelo we aren’t gonna die by Jongup’s hands tonight!” Daehyun ordered and Zelo was out of the car before it had come to a complete stop. He was close, you were stepping away as if you couldn’t see him but you were shaking. You screamed as someone grabbed you and you punched them several times until you were falling into the backseat of a car with them, feeling the cords dig into your skin and hearing the familiar growl of Daehyun’s angered voice as the door swung shut thanks to Zelo’s feet, your eyes widened as you looked at him over your shoulder, his panicked eyes meeting your own.

“Oh my god Zelo, I’m so sorry! Take that damn thing off” You ripped the beanie off him and Zelo groaned as he rubbed the places you had managed to hit him.

“Jesus Christ woman where did you learn to punch like that?!”

“I thought you were that freak trying to steal me and hide me in a rusty old shed for the rest of my life!” You exclaimed in return and Zelo groaned as you tried to sit up.

“I don’t think we’ll be getting out until a door is opened Y/N” You looked at the situation you were in and Zelo was right. You were both tangled in the cords because of the struggle you made and Zelo was just too tall.

“Damn, this is gonna hurt later” You sighed and Zelo muttered something you couldn’t understand.

“But do you really have to put your legs on me?” You asked after a beat of silence and Zelo glared at you as he lifted his head.

“I’m sorry little miss short but they have to go somewhere!” He snapped.

“I’m not short!” You yelled back and Daehyun sighed as he turned the radio up to tune out your bickering with Zelo.

“You’re not the only one with cords digging into you Y/N!” Zelo roared and Daehyun only turned the music up louder, causing the whole car to be engulfed with the ear splitting volume he had the music at.

“You’re lucky this is a good song Jung Daehyun!” You screeched but Daehyun couldn’t hear you as he bopped along to the music, turning a corner sharply and causing Zelo to squish you more.

“Jung Daehyun!”


“They should have Zelo spying on the building by now, they’ve been gone long enough” Youngjae muttered between his fingers pinching his bottom lip, it wasn’t hard for the brains to get into the files containing some of Jaeho’s deepest information. He scrolled through it lazily and Jongup pulled the sleeve of his jacket back to look at the gold watch resting on the comfort of his wrist bone. His brows pinched together when he realised just how much time has passed.

“We can’t finish our attack plan if we don’t have an insight of their building” Yongguk muttered he too was clamping his fingers down on different parts of his face to express his stress and the concentration he was putting into the plan for their great attack.

Jongup continued to pace, arm bent in front of him so he could watch the time pass as he stormed from one end of the room to the other. There was a knock on the door and the three of them looked up at the sound, Jongup swung the door open in his stomp towards the front of the room and Himchan greeted him with several barrels and bags containing tubes surrounding him.

“Should this be enough?” He asked, there was an arrogant grin barely being restrained from his lips and Jongup stared at the gunpowder surrounding him.

“Eh, should be” Jongup shrugged as the look on Himchan’s face flattened and they stared at each other for a few silent seconds.

“Bring it in” Jongup sighed, moving through Himchan to one of the barrels, it met his waist in height and Jongup remained silent as Himchan watched him move the barrel, rolling it through the door and into the weaponry room. He passed Yongguk who looked up at him with curious eyes when the door to the side room for the already large weaponry room was opened. Jongup turned the light on and Yongguk continued to watch him disappear through the door with the barrel before looking back down at all the paper scattered on the lit up table in front of him.


“How long are we going to sit here before anything is done?” The music was turned down again, but your ears were left ringing and you had never felt so stiff in your life.

“I’m pulling over now so you can get out, then we’ll circle the building and see if anyone is in there. That’s where you come in Zelo”

“Yes sir” Zelo did his best to salute Daehyun as the car came to a stop and you groaned as he began moving. You didn’t know how Zelo managed to use his foot to open the door, but he did and as you opened the door at your head your crawled out of the car arms first as Zelo rolled off of you and onto the gravel at his feet, sitting and rubbing the sore spots before getting up and stretching.

“We better never have to do anything like that again” You hissed, hands massaging the sore places, constantly moving to aid each part of your body.

“I can’t promise you anything, now get back in the car you two” Daehyun commanded and you stood up slowly and moved back to the front seat as fast as your pained body would allow you to. As the three of you sat in the car your body began to ease up and you soon stopped noticing the pain that was fading away.

Like Daehyun said, the car circled the building as Zelo stuffed everything neatly into a bag. You looked at the building each time you passed it, not sure how to feel as you laid your eyes upon it. It was the fifth time circling the area when Zelo spoke up.

“Let’s start looking for a way in” Daehyun pulled over immediately and you all got out, walking towards the building as Daehyun looked around, then nodded for the two of you to follow him down the side of the building. He took the two of you to the back door, testing the door handle and then looking at Zelo. He nodded and Zelo stepped forward, shoving two wires into the door there was some sort of box in his hand that once pressed down on a few times, caused the wires to unlock the door.

“What are we now? Some sort of mafia spies?” You hissed in a whisper and they both shrugged at you, not understanding how a device capable of unlocking any door was a big deal. The door was slowly pulled open, you couldn’t see any lights on from the inside so you doubted if anyone was really in the building, or if this was even the main building you were meant to be searching for.

But as Zelo pulled out a torch, the light met with a black flag, the white splash of paint and two female faces mirroring each other, a crown and the word history in capital letter scrawled across a line of red paint seemed to prove Daehyun right as they grinned at each other.

“We’ve got it” Zelo chuckled and you stared at the two of them.

“You. Take her with you” Daehyun pointed at Zelo then to you, pulling his finger towards Zelo as if it were some sort of rope that would pull you towards him.

“I’ll wait here and give you the signal if anyone shows up. You two are on your own if someone comes, got it?” The two of you nodded, Zelo nodded in understanding whilst you nodded in a stupor, baffled that you were being given some sort of big job on a such an important mission.

“You’re here for a reason, aren’t you Y/N” Daehyun grinned and you nodded as you met eyes with him.

“Don’t let that fear cloud your reason” Daehyun kept his smile and you nodded, turning to follow Zelo’s retreating footsteps.

“I already set one up at the back door while you were having your moment of skittishness, we need one at every angle of the area so no mistakes can be made” Zelo whispered and you nodded, reaching out to hold the fabric of his jacket as he shone the torch around the area.

“Hold this” He shoved the torch at you and you shone it on him before following where his hands were going to work under a bowl of fruit.

“Isn’t that to typical?” You asked under you breath and Zelo shook his head.

“Everyone tends to avoid the typical. So they won’t even see this little guy nestled in here” He waved the small go pro in his hand and you watched as he set it up.

“We have one camera coming in” Youngjae notified and with heavy breaths Jongup rushed out of the side room to look over his shoulder at the computer.

“Don’t make to much noise, we don’t know if they’re in here” Zelo demanded and you rose an eyebrow at him.

“So this is a suicide mission?” You snapped lowly.

“Basically” Zelo shrugged before using one of the office chairs to plant a camera behind the bar holding the curtains up.

“There’s our second” Youngjae pointed as another box popped up on screen. The two of you could be seen putting the chair back and scurrying to another part of the room, setting up a camera and creating a third box on the screen of Youngjae’s laptop.

“They’re getting there” Yongguk muttered, grateful nothing had gone wrong so far.The two of you left the room and only seconds later there was the view of Zelo’s nose too close to the camera. The four watching cringed as he breathed out and the screen became fogged up.

“We need to keep moving quickly” He pulled away blinking as he adjusts the camera and rushed to another section of the hall, shoving one of the cameras in a pot plant as you lit the way for him.

“Bring it over to the computers” Jongup demanded and everyone followed him as Youngjae rushed to connect the laptop to the widescreen computers. More boxes popped up as the two of you made your way through the building, reaching the second floor at a high speed.

“Zelo, if you have these camera’s what the hell were the cords for?” You asked and Zelo turned to grin down at you.

“You’re just gonna have to wait and see about that” You rose an eyebrow at him and he stepped away from the camera, shoving your shoulder to keep you moving. You followed him with rushed steps as you got to the last room in the building, the most important one of all. Zelo opened the door and the light from the torch shone on the objects of Jaeho’s office as you trailed it around the room.

“Let’s be quick so we can get out of here” Zelo muttered and you nodded, quickly opening the door wider as the two of you stepped into the room. Jaeho’s office was the place with the most hiding spots and the most cameras. You shoved things at Zelo and shone the torches in areas for him to put the cameras. There was a sudden, high pitched flow of melody and Zelo looked at you with wide eyes.

“What the hell is that? Who the hell would be singing at this time of the night?” You asked and Zelo shook his head.

“That’s Daehyun’s signal”

With his hood covering his face, Daehyun brought his fingers to his ear. His mouth fell open as he hit the high note, causing two sets of eyes to fall on his figure leaning against the car, parked rather closely to the back door of their building. When he was done, he got in the car and drove off before the two could say anything about what they just witnessed.

“You think that’s something we should be worried about?” The tall silhouette looked down at Jaeho and he scoffed, shaking his head as he chuckled.

“No one’s brave enough to challenge us, of course we don’t have to worry about freaks like that”

“Zelo what the hell are we meant to do?” You panicked as Zelo rushed you out of the office and towards the stairs.

“It’s important we get as close as we can to one of the exits, we’ll hide somewhere downstairs and leave through the back door just like we came in, if we can” With his hands on your shoulders he forced the two of you down the stairs and onto the main floor as you both looked around.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me” Jongup growled, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched through the cameras.

“Why do the two specialising in the jobs on the site have to be total fucking idiots?” Jongup snapped as Yongguk shrugged.

“Hey, you asked for them”

Finally the next part is here! Did you like it? I hope you did. Drop me an inbox or an ask telling me how you’ve been lately yeah?

nitrogennerd  asked:

‘EVERY TIME WE’RE IN THE ELEVATOR YOU’RE ON YOUR DAMN PHONE and it makes it really hard to hit on you’ AU with Hamburr (if you're okay with the ship. You can pick another one if you'd like.)


Closed Doors-Hamburr

Warnings: Language mostly.

Alexander Hamilton lived in an old apartment building in New York City.

Or at least, he was about to. He had just moved in, brand new to the entire city. It was a bit daunting but if anyone could handle it, it would be him. He was Alexander Hamilton and he was going to do it all.

He walked into the building and glanced around, it was your typical apartment building, nothing special about it at all. Bare walls, minimum effort at decor, worn floors, but at least it had an elevator. Hamilton appreciated the fact that he could just ride down the lift and not have to worry about tripping on the stairs in a sleep deprived state and dying.

The fiddled with the gleaming key in his hand. He lived here now. He really was in New York and surviving. Well, only one way for it to really sink in, he had to flop on to his new bed. Hamilton stepped forward and jabbed the up button for the elevator. He could take the stairs but he had luggage and that didn’t sound fun for the tenth floor, so elevator it was. The doors slid open, classic elevator music bidding him welcome as he stepped inside and repeatedly jammed the doors close button impatiently. The door started to slide close when a voice called out, “Wait! Hold the door!” The stranger shoved his foot between the doors, preventing them from closing. He flashed a smile in greeting at Hamilton as he entered before whipping out his phone and typing away importantly.

Well, okay then.

“What floor are you heading to?” Hamilton asked, getting ready to push the according button.

“Ten,” came the reply.

“Oh, that’s my floor too!” Hamilton said excitedly.

The person glanced at him and back at his phone, “I don’t recognize you, just move in?”

“That’s right, the name is Alexander Hamilton.”

The man looked up from his phone long enough to firmly shake Hamilton’s hand, “Aaron Burr. Pleasure.” And right back to his phone.

The elevator opened and dumped them out onto their floor, cutting off any further attempt at conversation. Burr immediately put away his phone, wished Hamilton well, and set off in the opposite direction Hamilton was going.

Well. Wasn’t terribly bad for first encounters. Plus, he was handsome, bonus points.


Hamilton settled into his new life in New York, constantly at work, running back forth from his apartment to his office. Some would call him a mad man.

He made some friends though, Mulligan was the first person he really became acquainted with, he was his next door neighbor. Mulligan had come over one day with a welcome basket and gave him a quick tour of New York. It wasn’t long before they were hanging out every Saturday night.

The strange thing was that the guy Hamilton had met in the elevator, Aaron Burr, seemed to work at the same law firm that he did so they always seemed to end up on the elevator at the same time on their way home. Hamilton always left obnoxiously early so he didn’t see him in the morning, but every evening, just like clockwork, Hamilton would step into the elevator and right as the doors would begin to close, he’d hear a familiar shout asking to hold the door.

Every time.

Which is why Hamilton wasn’t surprised when it happened again today. “Wait! Hold the door!” Then a foot would be jammed in the elevator doors and he’d step inside, smiling slightly in greeting.

“Alexander,” he said happily.

“Aaron Burr, sir,” Hamilton nodded. Then two seconds later, Burr would whip out his phone and get lost in the sea of letters he scrolled through. It was starting to get annoying. Burr seemed like a cool guy and Hamilton really wanted to get to know him, not to mention he was kinda hot.

“So what’re you doing tonight?” Hamilton asked.

“Nothing really. Going over a case,” he replied distractedly


Burr typed away at his phone


A moment of silence. “So?” Burr asked.

“You wanna get some drinks?”

“Not tonight.”

Why was this so hard? Hamilton was usually so smooth but it was as if the guy didn’t even realize Hamilton’s attempts.

“Okay.” Hamilton decided the rest of the ride would be better in silence.

The doors slid open and Burr walked out and set off down the hall with his normal brisk pace, Hamilton watched until he rounded a corner before going to his own apartment.


Weeks passed much in the same manner as before, Hamilton flirting and getting nowhere. He started to blame the phone, it was the only explanation.

“Hey Mulligan, you know a guy named Aaron Burr?”

“Burr? Yeah, he lives on the other side of the hall. What about him?”

“Nothing really, I just run into him all the time. What do you know about him? Is he married? Kids? Friends? Something?” Mulligan knew everything about everyone, Hamilton didn’t know how but it was really impressive.

“Yeah, he’s single, no kids, and no friends that I know either. I dunno much about him, he’s always on his phone.”

“Tell me about it,” Hamilton grumbled.


The next time Hamilton found himself standing awkwardly in a silent elevator, he decided to experiment. He wasn’t entirely sure if Burr actually heard what he was saying and just automatically replied on autopilot. Hamilton started counting the floors on their way up, why was this elevator so slow?


“Hey, Burr,”


“You’re kinda hot.”




“I actually kinda like you”



“We should hang out some and get to know each other sometime.”

“Sure, sometime.”


“Maybe get closer.”

“Sounds great.”


“Go back to your place one night.”

“Sounds like a plan.”


“Lay on the couch with me in your lap?”



This fucker right here.

“Have an extreme make out session.”

“Whatever you want.”


“How about you just fuck me against the wall right now?”

“Some other time maybe.”

Holy shit, this guy was completely oblivious. Hamilton began to wonder what would happen it just started stripping.


The doors slid open and Burr walked off. Hamilton sighed.


Even more time passed and Hamilton’s attempts proved fruitless. Today was the day he lost patience.

It was just like any other day, Hamilton stepped into the elevator and this time held the door open until Burr appeared, “Wait! Hold- oh, thanks, Alexander.”


The doors closed and the ride began in silence like always.

“Hey, I’m making some hamburgers, wanna come over, crack open some colds ones and help me eat them?”

“That’s okay.”

Hamilton wasn’t entirely sure Burr actually heard what he was saying and was too busy scrolling through his phone doing god knows what.

That’s it. “EVERY TIME WE’RE IN THE ELEVATOR YOU’RE ON YOUR DAMN PHONE and it makes it really hard to hit on you!” Oh shit. Hamilton snapped his mouth shut, he really needed to learn to keep it closed.

Burr’s head snapped up and he almost dropped his phone from the sudden outburst of yelling and looked at Hamilton. “W-what did you say?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Hamilton mumbled, looking at the wall next to him.

“No, what do you say?”

“I said, “Every time we’re on the elevator, you’re on your phone and it makes it really hard to hit on you.”“ Hamilton said reluctantly.

A light pink blush dusted his cheeks and Hamilton felt as if he were entirely red, but in reality, he was only blushing slightly. Way to make it awkward Hamilton. Congratulations.

“Uh, what was that you were saying about hamburgers?” Burr broke the silence.

Hamilton grinned, “You wanna come over and have some?”

Burr smiled back, “I’d love to.”

Happy Accidents - Part 5

OKAY so I am trash and had to work for almost two straight weeks and I had no idea really what I wanted to do next exactly so this has taken me a little longer than usual and is a little shorter than usual. I’m sorry for that -grovels- But I know exactly what I’m doing with the next part and work is back to normal so it shouldn’t take me as long/be as short. ANYWAY lol Without further ado:

Pairing: Sebastian x plus-sized reader
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: At this point I really don’t think anyone counts swearing so none
Word Count: 1.7K

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
on ao3

It has been a week and a half since Sebastian almost kissed you and you are losing your damn mind. He’s barely answered your texts, and when he does the responses are half of what he would normally respond or stupid one and two word responses. It’s driving you nuts and you almost wish he’d never fucking tried to kiss you in the first place.

Okay, so maybe he does have feelings for you (or maybe he was just half-drunk, whatever). So what? You would give all that up to have your friend back. You’ve gotten so attached to him in the nearly two months he’s been your neighbor. That’s it, you decide. If things ever right themselves with him, you’re not going to pursue him. You’re not going to swoon over him or wish he’d feel the same about you. When he gets sick of you and breaks up with you you’ll lose him forever and losing his friendship is not something you’re willing to do. That is, if you ever get it back in the first place…

You’re startled out of your thoughts by your phone ringing. Anthony’s face appears and yours scrunches up in confusion.

“Hey,” you greet him like normal, pressing your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you pace around your kitchen and living room mindlessly. “What’s up?”

“Do you know what’s up with Seb?” he asks. “He’s been super down and acting all weird and he won’t talk about it.”

Keep reading

My rant on respect

Listen my dude, you gotta respect people. Of course you don’t want to respect killers and rapists, and you don’t have to. I’m talking about respect towards all the ppl with different political views than you. I used to just unfollow accounts on social media or stopped being friends w/ someone who had different opinions that I did. I was raised in a sjw hive mind way.

I realized only a couple months ago that that was wrong, and that was actually when I found one of Shoe0nheads videos. She pulled me into this mess of sjws and feminists head first and I sure got confused. But this community of anti feminism and anti sjws showed me the right way to act about certain things.

I used to never respect the people I disliked. I acted like a child, I would do things I regret now, because I was being a mega cunt. People need to learn how to fucking respect people. Sometimes I find myself slipping up, but I catch myself. I try hard not to be a mega cunt.

People like Steve Shives and Anita sarkeesian are disrespectful hive minded nuts. Steve shives shuts up everyone with differing opinions, and Anita “calls out” ppl who critique her and her content.

People need to learn some god damn respect. I was disgusted when my mom’s boyfriend throught trump would be okay. I know that was bad. I just wish someone would have said something to me when I was younger. Respect your fucking piers.

I was a very disrespectful cunt last year. I thought everyone who thought trump was even slightly okay was racist trash, and my moms boyfriend is living proof that is a fucking lie. He’s the best god damn father I’ve ever had. He’s one of the best men I’ve ever met in my fucking life. He’s so respectful, loving, and accepting of me, my sister, and my mom.

Just, fucking respect eachother.

anonymous asked:

Hiii, I was wondering if I could request a scenario for Bakugou of his crush going OFF on him (for whatever reason you want) because she is a feisty little thing who has a temper that rivals his own??

“Oh my god enough! Now you listen to me, Goddammit Bakugou don’t you ignore me, I said enough!” [Name] yelled stomping over to the aggressive male and yanking him by his left ear. 

“How many damned times have we told you to stop picking fights with class 1B? How many times! With those big-ass ears, you’d think you can hear some of the shit we tell you!”

“Ow, Shut the hell up and let go of my fucking ear!” Bakugou yelled as he was dragged through the halls. 

“No, I’m not letting go until you learn your damn lesson! I’ve tried to be patient, I’ve tried real damn hard to see things from your perspective but I just can’t seem to shove my head that far up my fucking ass!” [name] yelled again, pinching his ear with her nails.

“Shit, shit! Okay! Fine! I’m fucking sorry are you satisfied?!” 

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you aren’t going to start any more fights with the other classes.” [Name says, stopping and looking over at him. Bakugou grunts and turns his face away from her and she gives his ear another sharp yank.

“Alright! Shit! I won’t start any fights! Now let go of me! Damn!” Bakugou rubbed his ear after it was released and looked over to the angry girl in front of him. He knew about her temper, in fact, he was often a target of her aggressions. He couldn’t help himself though, there was something about her when she was angry that he found to be insanely attractive. 

[Name] was currently rubbing her temples with her fingers, trying to soothe her anger and grumbling to herself, “God, you’re so damn stupid, why the hell do I still have a crush on you…”

Bakugou’s head snapped towards her immediately, “I’m sorry, the fuck was that?”

“Nothing dumbass, hurry up and get back to the classroom, or do I need to drag you all the way there too?”

Challenge Day Nine: Against The Wall

“You think you’re cute, huh?” Josh raised an eyebrow, glaring at you as soon as the door shut behind Tyler when he left.

“What?” you smirked, staring at him, biting your lower lip. “I was just having a little fun.”

“Well you know I’m the only one you’re supposed to be having fun with,” he snapped, eyes fixed on you as you looked at him innocently. “What you did tonight was unacceptable.”

“I’m not allowed to touch myself?” you wondered innocently, watching as he bit his lower lip.

“Not under the table when we’re eating dinner,” he scolded. “And especially not when my best friend is with us.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I guess I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Couldn’t help yourself,” Josh scoffed as he repeated your words. “You’re going to regret that.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenged, naughty look in your eye. “Why? What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow morning, that’s what I’m going to do,” he grit his teeth, walking towards you and scooping you up in his arms, placing his lips on yours for a greedy kiss. He pushed you back into the wall, pressing his body close to yours, and you could feel him start to grind onto you. “You see what you do to me, babygirl?”

“You’re hot when you’re dominant like this,” you chuckled, only making him groan with frustration at your relentless teasing, and he grabbed your breast, giving it a squeeze and making you gasp.

“Still laughing now?” he growled in your ear, pulling your shirt up off your head and unclasping your bra, tossing that aside as well, getting a better grip on your breasts, squeezing hard and trailing his lips down your neck, nipping at your skin and making you moan.

“Fuck Josh,” you gasped as he trailed his lips down your breasts and stomach, tugging off your skirt and clicking his tongue.

“Such a naughty girl,” he shook his head, glancing up at you. “First touching yourself, now not even wearing panties.”

“I wasn’t wearing any to begin with,” you explained.

“You better learn to shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I shove my cock in it, baby,” he warned, trailing a finger down your folds. “God, you’re already soaked.”

“Just for you,” you whispered, legs shaking as his thumb found your clit, starting to rub in small circles. Without warning he inserted two fingers into your core, making you moan out his name. He pumped in and out, making you brace yourself against the wall, your back pressed up against the surface, legs growing weak.

“Damn I can’t wait to get inside you,” he sighed, withdrawing his fingers and licking them slowly before eyeing you up and down. “Come on, baby. Don’t make me do it myself.”

You quickly tugged off his shirt, then worked at his belt and unzipped his jeans, kneeling in front of him and sliding them down his legs, then slipping your fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers, shoving those down too and letting his erection free. You were about to suck him off when he roughly pulled you to your feet, kissing you roughly as he fumbled for your hips, sliding into you and making you gasp into his mouth. “Oh god,” you moaned as he thrust into you, pinning you against the wall, slamming into you harder and harder.

“Gosh,” he chuckled. “I’m going to fuck you so good.”

“Babe-” you choked out as he relentlessly slammed into you, hands on your hips in a tight grip, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he kissed you. Your back pressed against the wall, Josh pressed up against you, sliding in and out, his hands on your body, you were getting awful close to cumming.

“Do it,” he whispered in your ear. “Cum for me, baby.”

“Fuck,” you moaned as you hit your orgasm, a trembling mess in his arms as he kept slamming into you, cumming just moments later. He kept thrusting into you until he was exhausted, pulling out and wrapping you in his arms, kissing your forehead.

“You okay, baby?” he wondered, worried eyes looking into yours. “Was that too much? I’m sorry.”

“Am I okay?” you laughed. “I’m fucking amazing. You know I love rough sex. Don’t apologize.”

“Damn,” he grinned, placing a kiss on your lips. “How was I so lucky to get a girl like you?”

How to Be a Good Catholic, Pt. I (Sonny Carisi x Reader)

AN: “I am a shit Catholic,” I think to myself, continuing to eat my steak burrito on this previous fine Good Friday. “The shittiest Catholic,” I insist, unable to get up to attend Easter Sunday Mass after pulling an all-nighter. This goes out to all the other shit Catholics/Catholics who are trying but not always consistently succeeding. Disclaimer: The examples listed are somewhat inspired by my own experiences. Well, some of them are. I am, in no way, saying that these necessarily apply to everyone. But if these sound eerily familiar, welcome to the sorority/fraternity, we have habits. Literally! (Happy belated Easter!)

@ohbelieveyoume and @xemopeachx (special shoutout to the latter for dealing with my running Catholic things by her!)


As the only son in a household of three girls, Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr. had a few extra expectations placed on him besides being an absolute gentleman of God. Specifically, that he meet, fall in love with, and bring home a good Catholic that would win over his parents and sisters and then marry said good Catholic. It was in Sonny’s hopes that you would be that very person: You were sweet, patient, smart, funny, had a good head on your shoulders, could at least recite the Lord’s prayer … Okay, maybe it was the bare minimum, but considering what few people he was able to meet outside of his busy schedule, you were the best. Besides, it helped that you liked him right back. Enough, in fact, to agree to date him and do so quite happily for the last couple months. Maybe it was a short period to become so optimistic, but Sonny couldn’t help it: You were, in a word, wonderful.

Keep reading

Ponyboy and Dally Threesome Smut

for anon who’s message I accidentally deleted

WARNING: Smut and language ahead. Read with caution.

Pony and I had been dating for a while, and everything was good. But that’s all it was. Good. We have had sex before, and it was great, but it was nothing spontaneous. One day the two of us were lying in bed, Pony reading, and I was working on homework. He sat up quickly and stared at me. “Can I ask you something?” I put your paper down. “Sure,” I replied. “Have you ever wanted to have a threesome?” My eyes widened. “What?” I asked him, shocked that he wanted to do something that, well, exciting. “Why, do you want to?” Pony laid back down. “Never mind. It was just a thought.” I came up with an idea. I knew he wouldn’t go for it but it was worth a shot. “Okay. We can have one. Right now.” Ponyboy looked at me quickly. “What? How are we gonna do that?” I smirked. “Dally, Two, and Steve are out there aren’t they?” I said. He shook his head quickly. “No, you have to do it with a stranger. That way no one else develops feelings for you.” “Oh come on, Pony. We all know that you and I love each other and it would just be for fun.” He thought about it, then smiled. “I guess it could be fun. Okay, who are we gonna get?” I got up, suddenly full of confidence. “Let’s go ask.” Ponyboy cocked an eyebrow as you grabbed his arm and pulled him to the living room where everyone was watching tv. “Guys,” I said, hesitating for a second before quickly saying, “Ponyboy and I want to have a threesome and need a volunteer.” The gang looked at you in shock and excitement, and Dally stood up with a smirk. “I’ll do it.” I had a feeling he might. He motioned to the bedroom. “Shall we?”
Dally followed Pony and I into the bedroom, as he shut the door and turned to Pony. “Ponyboy, a word.” Pony walked over to him as I stood there, waiting and anticipating what was about to happen. I can’t believe we’re about to do this, this is crazy, I thought. They turned back to you. “Okay, y/n. We’re gonna play a little game with you. Sort of a type of, foreplay, if you will,” Dally said, his voice growing with anticipation and Pony smiling smugly. He continued for Dally, “We’re gonna tie your hands up above you to the headboard, cover your eyes, and each pleasure you. You have to guess which one of us it is. You can only guess once we finger you.” Pony’s voice grew deeper, and for that matter, sexier. I nodded, bit my lip, and started to strip down while the boys looked for something to tie me up with and cover my eyes. Dally came over to me and looked me up and down. “Wow, doll.” He winked. Pony glared at him quickly, and tossed Dally the blindfold and the scarfs they were using to tie my hands.
I lied out on the bed as they pulled my arms up and covered my eyes. Everything was dark, and Pony asked if I was ready. I nodded eagerly. Quickly, I felt someone’s lips on mine, they were eager and lustful. His lips trailed down my neck to my breasts. He sucked softly on my nipple as I moaned softly and struggled to remain still. Strong but soft hands massaged my right breast, and continued kissing and sucking my left, making me moan. His lips and hands moved down my body, and left me for a moment. Then suddenly, he began sucking my clit and I moaned loudly, wanting so badly to run my fingers through his hair, whoever he was.
The hands are what gave him away. I knew those hands. And those fingers, which he stuck two of into me. With that I moaned out “Ponyboy.” and threw my head back. He stopped and came up to kiss me. “That’s right, babe.”
As soon as he stopped kissing me, I felt rough kisses on my neck. I had a feeling I knew who it was, but I didn’t wanna risk what would happen if I got it wrong. He kissed and sucked my neck, biting it every now and then. His hands went to my breasts and began flicking my nipples and twisting them, causing me to gasp and say a couple “oh my god"s to slip out. His mouth came to my nipple and he licked and sucked and bit me softly. This person knew what they were doing for sure. Their lips reconnected to my heat and nipped and sucked wildly. I wanted to call out Pony’s name, but I didn’t if it was him.
I moaned loudly and shut my eyes. I didn’t want to come just yet, but I didn’t know how long I could wait. He stuck a long finger into me, as I managed to get out his name. "Dallas.” His finger came out and kissed my neck once more. “Correct, y/n.”
I felt him untie me and take my blindfold off. Pony stood one one side of the bed, with nothing on but his boxers, while Dally stood on the other without a shirt. Pony climbed over to me and smirked. “Now is when things get interesting,” he said.
Pony kissed me while Dally went back up to my neck, causing me to moan into Ponyboy. One of my hands went to Dally’s hair while the other ran down Pony’s chest. He went down to the other side of my neck, and I wrapped my arm around him and grabbed his ass. Dally got up to take his pants off, and Pony went back to kissing my mouth. His hands wrapped around my back and lifted my chest to him. He moved his face on to my chest and kissed me in between my breasts. I gasped and put my hand in his hair. Pony’s mouth began to lick my nipples and push them down with his tongue. “Ugh, Pony.” I moaned, my stomach twisting.
“Ponyboy, come here for a second,” Dally said as Pony got up and I waited. I heard them talking, then something drop. I turned around to see Dally sucking Pony. At that moment, I wanted to be Dally and Pony. I needed both of them to come finish me off, both since neither of them were and the sight of them made me weak, I decided to do it myself.
I could tell that’s what they wanted me to do, because soon as I did the moans from Pony stopped. Either that or mine were louder. Pony walked over to me and put his hand on mine and help me thrust my fingers in and out. He put his mouth on my stomach and kissed it softly. Dally came over and kissed my mouth and massaged my breasts. I moaned into Dally, and used my free hand to grab his dick and pump. Dallas bit my lip tried not to let out a moan. He pulled away. “On your hands and knees, y/n.” I obliged, and Pony got ready to enter me from behind. Dally got off the bed, took his boxers off, and stood in front me. I knew he wanted me to suck him. He was pretty big and I tried to fit as much of him in my mouth as I could.
I licked his tip and sucked as he threw his head back and shut his eyes tightly. Then Ponyboy entered me quickly, as my hips bucked. He began to grunt and thrust quicker. I grunted and moaned.
He picked up the pace and I continued to suck and pump Dally. “Fuck, y/n!” Dally groaned and at the same time I yelled, “Oh my god!” and we came together with Pony not far behind. “Damn, y/n,” he said after he came and pulled out.
We all laid down and tried to recover. “Wow, y/n. Where’d you learn to do that?” Dally asked. Ponyboy leaned over and pecked you on the cheek. “She’s good, isn’t she?”

keep sending in ships, preferences, and imagines

choc0bunnyqueen  asked:

1. Greed pair ~ =w=) (they probably have to call firefighters after the chaos 😂)

LawLicht {1: Cooking Together Gone Terribly Wrong}

“So, this is your childhood home?” They returned to Licht’s home in Austria for his mother’s birthday. Hyde sat at on the kitchen counter and looked around the quaint room. Considering that his parents were famous musicians, the house wasn’t what he expected. It was an elaborate countryside cottage but it was charming and cozy. He could easily picture Licht as a child climbing the trees near the small home and smiled at the image.

“If you’re so curious, go explore the backyard or something. You’re in the way here, Shit Rat.” Licht tried to pull Hyde off the counter. He wanted to make a special angel food cake for his mother’s birthday and borrowed the recipe from Kranz. He never baked before but he was certain that he could make an angel food cake, being an angel himself. But Hyde would most likely distract him so he tried to push him out of the kitchen again. “Get out, Shit Rat.”

“C’mon, Lichtan, can’t I stay? I won’t get in the way of whatever you’re making! I’ll just entertain myself by looking at these pictures.” Hyde jumped off the counter and went to look at the pictures of Licht hanging on the fridge. From the corner of his eyes, he watched Licht measure ingredients. His mother’s birthday was tomorrow so he could guess what he was making.

Watching Licht struggle to separate the yoke and egg white was too amusing and he couldn’t help chuckling. It was the determination on his face that made him adorable to Hyde. When Licht heard him laughing, he quickly turned and threw an egg at him. “Don’t distract me, Demon! I thought I told you to leave.”

“You know I can’t do that with our distance limitation. Let me help you. Instead of passing it, just break the egg into the bowl and scoop out the yoke with a spoon. It’s faster and easier.” Hyde wiped off the egg Licht threw at him and stood next to him. He leaned against the counter. “You can’t live as long as I have without learning things like this. So, what are we making?”

“… Angel food cake.” Licht answered him after a moment. “So, you can’t help me. If a demon touches the cake, it can’t really be considered an angel food cake. But you can stand there as long as you don’t try anything.”

“Me? Try something? When have I been anything but well behaved?” Hyde said in an exaggerated, hurt voice and Licht rolled his eyes. They both knew very well that Hyde enjoyed messing with him immensely. With a finger under his chin, Hyde turned Licht to face him. He leaned dangerously close and whispered. “Were you imagining me doing something like this?”

“Of course not!” Licht screamed with a rare blush and kicked him. Every time he gave Hyde an inch, he would take a mile. He didn’t know if his goal was simply to give him a heart attack or make him go crazy. Whichever it was, Licht was determined not to lose to him. He turned back to the mixing bowl and began to beat the egg whites. “Stupid demon.”

“Hey, Lichtan, beating egg whites isn’t an actual fight. Going that fast won’t give you the volume you want. Go slow at first and then build up to it.” Hyde stood behind him and placed his hand over Licht’s. He could feel his chest pressed against his back as he guided his hand and his heart began to beat wildly. “Your face is red, Lichtan. Don’t be angry, I’m not touching your cake. I’m only holding your hand.”

“You shouldn’t be doing either.” Licht muttered but he didn’t push him away. Surprisingly, he was a little disappointed when Hyde let go of his hand to add ingredients into the bowl. He didn’t take his hand again but hugged him from behind and rested his chin on his shoulder. Licht lifted the whisk for him to see. “Kranz’s recipe said to beat until they form stiff peaks. Is this good?”

“Yup. Now we need to sift in the flour, sugar and salt.” Hyde told him and watched him sift the ingredients into the bowl. He always loved Licht’s hands and how fascinating they were. They were strong and unyielding but they were unquestionably the hands of an angel. Once Licht was finished mixing the batter, he poured it into a tube pan.

Licht turned in Hyde’s arm and tapped his shoulder. “Let go of me so I can put this into the oven.”

“I’ll do that for you while you clean up.” Hyde took the pan from him and gently nudged him back to the counter. There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he walked away but Licht decided not to think about it too much. If he wanted to mess with him, he would’ve done so sooner. So, Licht turned back to the counter and began to clean it. He was a little surprised that they didn’t make a bigger mess considering how much they fought.

Just as he picked up the bag of flour, a hot breath blew in his ear. Licht had to jump and dropped the bag, spilling flour over the counter. He didn’t need to turn to know that it was Hyde and threw a glare over his shoulder. “What was that, Shit Rat?”

“Revenge for throwing an egg at me. I behaved myself because I didn’t want your cake to get ruined but now that it’s safe in the oven, I can do whatever I want. Look at you. You’re as white as a ghost.” Hyde snickered and tapped the flour on Licht’s nose. Then he trailed his hands down to his hips and pulled him closer. “We have an hour until the cake is ready. What should we do while we wait?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Shit Rat.” Licht took a handful of flour and flicked it into Hyde’s face. That didn’t seem to deter Hyde as he laughed deeply and he placed his hands on the counter on either side of Licht, trapping him in his arms. Licht was expecting him to try to kiss him so he gasped when Hyde dumped flour over his head. “I’m going to kill you!”

“You can try.” Hyde challenged with a grin as he took off his glasses. He was confident that his angel didn’t want to kill him and he was right. Even though Licht would never kill him, he would do everything short of that. They threw flour at each other violently and the white powder quickly filled the air around them. Licht found himself laughing when he saw how silly Hyde looked and he knew he must’ve looked the same. “Don’t laugh when this battle isn’t over yet, Angel Cakes.”

He wrapped his arms around him and Licht could barely move. “I wonder if this is sugar or flour.”

Hyde traced his fingers over the white streak on his neck and felt Licht’s pulse quicken slightly. His tongue followed the path he drew and Licht tried to bite back a moan. It was obviously flour so Licht knew that Hyde’s words were only an excuse to tease him. The only question was why Licht was letting him continue. He placed his hands onto Hyde’s shoulders but didn’t push him away.

“Wait, Hyde, we can’t do this here.” Licht tried to protest but Hyde seemed to only double his efforts. He nibbled on his neck briefly before sucking on him to create a dark hickey. Hyde had to grin when Licht whimpered and tilted his head back for him. In one swift motion, Hyde lifted him onto the counter. Licht wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. His head was spinning when his hot tongue enter his mouth. Hearing his voice catch, Hyde let his hand roam and stroked his leg teasingly. He stifled the little gasp Licht made with another kiss.

Hyde only broke their kiss to let Licht catch his breath. His face was flushed and his eyes were clouded over with lust. Hyde ran his thumb over his kissed bruised lips with a soft smile, proud that he was the only one that could see Licht in such a state. When he seemed to have recovered a little, Hyde pressed a tender kiss to his neck. Licht melted under his touch and whispered. “Bedroom. Upstairs.”

“It’ll take too long. I need you now. Your parents are going to arrive tomorrow and we have this house to ourselves until then so no one’s going to catch us. Anyways, don’t you want this as much as me?” Hyde spoke between small bites. Licht hated how much power he had over him sometimes. Instead of answering, he pushed Hyde’s vest off his shoulder and began to unbutton his shirt. “God, you taste sweeter than any damn cake, Licht.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” Licht took his scarf and tugged him closer. Before they could kiss again, the door flew open.

“Surprise, Licht! Guess who came home early for her little angel?” Licht couldn’t be more mortified when he turned and saw his parents in the doorway. He screamed and pushed Hyde away from him. Before he could explain the situation, his mother smiled knowingly and closed the door. He couldn’t say anything for a moment and he could only stare at the door.

“Well, that was one way for them to learn that we’re dating.” Hyde tried to lighten the moment but he realized his mistake when Licht glared at him. He took a bowl and hurled it at his head. He dodged it but it was clear that Licht wasn’t going to stop with that one attack so Hyde quickly held up his hand in surrender. “Wait, Lichtan! How was I supposed to know that they’ll arrive early? Licht, put down the pan!”

“Die ‘til you die, Shit Rat!”

Sugar, spice and everything nice, these were the ingredients that she chosen to create a fluffy fanfic but she accidentally added an extra ingredient into the fanfic. Whoops. I know this is more baking than cooking but I get some liberties :P

[Send me a number and a pairing and I’ll write a short fic for you]

The Choice: Chapter One

Jackson Avery is a fifth year resident at Seattle Grace when the hospital merges with Mercy West. The merger has an unexpected impact on him, and when he finds himself caught between the life he wants for himself and his mother’s expectations of him, he has to make a choice. (A bit AU/definitely a Japril story) (FYI: In this AU, Derek, Izzie, and George don’t exist.  Don’t hate me!)

Keep reading

full offense but there's a big difference between whitewashing and using an easy color palette.

if the character is still visibly dark and you wanna complain about that then honestly fuck you but art is hard and sometimes it’s difficult to work with skin tones. I have literally never drawn the same skin tone twice. even with my white ocs. so maybe shut the hell up and think of something more constructive to do than type furiously at random artists for making that dayglow orange into more of a jack-o-lantern orange.

(no you should not take that orange thing as a direct example. god damn it fucking hell I’m so angry rn and I know one of you fuckers will try to talk about that as if it’s anything more than a comparison and a little bit of a joke)

no, whitewashing is not okay, but you need to learn the fucking difference between whitewashing and changing the colors around slightly. if the character is still visibly similar to their original design and still outside of the range of “white person” then you need to take a step back and consider why they are drawn that way before you start yelling at artists. thanks.

“Stop acting like you know how magic works! You’ve proven to be quite inept at it!” They just keep assuming they know what’s going to happen with a particular spell without giving him time to describe what’s going on, and it’s pretty apparent that it’s annoying him. 

I think Griffin’s journey from novice to pro DM is going to be one of my favorite parts of this show. I’m looking forward to seeing how he learns to develop characters and especially how he works those “shut up for a god damn second” moments into the story without the players even knowing they’re being scolded. Subtly guiding the players into following the story - and subtly is the key here - is one of the hardest parts of DMing and I think Grif is gonna be great at it.

Also because @birdtypeglitch insisted that I keep them updated on my TAZ progress I’ll be using the tag “dena watches TAZ” to organize all of these live-tweet-style posts.

Your oldest child gets in trouble for fighting at school (SUPER JUNIOR)

Y/S/N: you son’s name

Y/D/N: your daughter’s name

Leeteuk: -nursery school was supposed to be safe for everyone but your oldest daughter bit 2 people and fought a kid this week alone. He was just laughing at her as she was grumpy after you took her toys away and she’s just sitting there with a pout- “sweetie you dug your grave and mommy is just making sure you stay there”

Originally posted by tokkiteuk

Heechul: -you two were off to a good day and only 2 hours into the school day you got a call about your daughter getting into a fight. All it took was a look and he knew- “it’s the second day of her junior year. She’s already starting. Today was supposed to be romantic”

Originally posted by heebongie

Yesung: -he had to show up at your daughter’s kindergarten class with your other 2 children. As he was talking to the teacher about your daughter’s fight they heard the crash where they saw your other children breaking things- “hopefully they all mature before their mother gets home. They’re more scared of her. But don’t worry their getting a good talking to”

Originally posted by kkoming

Kangin: -he was confused how your daughter even got into a fight seeing as how she was one of the innocent members of the family. So when you went to pick her up you were greeted by the sad look from the principal- “are you sure it wasn’t our younger child? He’s a real troublemaker not Y/D/N. She’s our good one”

Originally posted by fyukjae

Shindong: -it was preschool. Your oldest shouldn’t have been able to get in that much trouble. But here you two were listening on how your son had tackle, bitten, and hitting other kids- “he’s 4 years old and already a bad boy”

Originally posted by missflippedcoin

Eunhyuk: -your 5 year old took off running when he saw the way his father was looking at him. You really couldn’t punish the boy because he didn’t learn from that. He learned from his parents disappointment- “see babe he doesn’t want to hear how disappointed I am”

Originally posted by hyukwoon

Donghae: -he just looked at your daughter and then looked away. It wasn’t the first time and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last time. But he was mad at her mumbling under his breath- “idiot”

Originally posted by rurouneko

Siwon: -your son was a good boy. Him getting in a fight was so unexpected. You didn’t tell him which child he was picking up but he soon saw and was in utter shock- “I thought I was picking up your sister. Y/S/N what did you do?”

Originally posted by welovehaehyuk

Ryeowook: -he was listening to your daughter go on about how it wasn’t her fault that the other girl started it by talking to her boyfriend. He was getting very annoyed by it- “Y/D/N you are worse than I was when I was in high school and someone talked to your mother. Death glares are just as effective”

Originally posted by sneezes

Kyuhyun: -they didn’t seem to understand why their father was so mad at them. But your sons got into a fight with another boy. He was disappointed that they teamed up on someone- “like really I get this kid was causing you problems but you don’t team up with your twin to beat him up. You got to a teacher or another adult”

Originally posted by pervingonkpop

Zhoumi: -your son was 6 and his first fight was pretty violent. He bite a child while they were arguing about who was the better superhero. Your son had a bruise on his face while the other had a bite in his shoulder. Zhoumi really wasn’t mad but he wasn’t happy either- “I bet he deserved it but you didn’t need to bite the boy. He needs stitches. And now mommy’s mad and we both know that’s much worse than any other”

Originally posted by dancing-out

Henry: -it wasn’t the first time and seemed like it wasn’t going to be the last time your son got in trouble. But having to leave work to pick up the boy was something he didn’t like doing. The fact your son would sit in the back of the car and yell that he didn’t do anything pissed him off to the full extent- “Y/S/N learn to shut your god damn mouth. If you did, you wouldn’t have gotten into a fight with that boy and get kicked out of another freakin’ school”

Originally posted by haeface

Oh my gOD will people in the vocaloid fandom stop being so elitist about what vocaloids are used? Oh no they used a popular vocaloid. That they bought with their money. Shut up. Damn miku isn’t even a bad vocaloid to use just bc she’s popular doesn’t mean u can harass a producer over using her god

And then the whole communications thing is wild too like it. It isn’t your series. Shut it up. Damn. You’d think after the 3rd Channel move folks would learn by now

Enemy's With Benefits ~N.M.~

Summary: you and Nate hate eachother but ocasionally mess around.

Warnings: Language. That’s it.

Requested:no. Just popped in my head.

Note: If you want a part 2 let me know ❤️

Me and Dillon Rupp had been bestfriends for as long as I can remember. It started in 2nd grade when I punched this girl that pulled his hair. I mean we both got in trouble but hey.

I’ve always supported Dillon and was beyond excited when him and Taylor moved to LA for 2Virgins. Dillon was basically my brother and made sure that I moved with him.

“Where I go, you go, cause we go together” dillon always told me.

I get along with every single one of his friends. They were all chill. Expect Nate or Skate. He was an ass from the jump. When Dillon joined Freshlee he invited me to the joining party. He introduced me to everyone.


“Aye skate this is my lil sis Y/N” Dillon introduced me. “Hey don’t touch my equipment” Dillon ran off to go do some stuff and left me alone with Nate.

“Wassup I’m Nate.” He said taking the blunt out of his mouth.

“I thought your name was skate?”

“That’s just what they call me. I didn’t know Rupp had a sister?”

“He doesn’t me and him are just really close. You mind if I hit yours?” I was feeling a bit of tension from Nate.

“Get your own” he says walking away.

Later that night Nate had spilled 2 drinks on me and called me a hoe. Now Dillon wasn’t worried because he knows I handle myself. But I was pissed. I snapped on him infront of everyone and stormed out. He chased after me and slammed me up against the wall and made out with me. He took me to his place and fucked me senseless.

I woke up still salty at him. We agreed we hated eachother but we could call eachother when we needed a good fuck.

*Flashback over*

“Dillon do I have to?” He wanted me to come to the studio with him. Something about how I was good luck and he couldn’t think of good music.

“Yes babe. You do. You and skate have to get over whatever the fuck y'all got going on.”

“Dillon he’s just a dick with a good dick” I told Dillon everything so he knew about our arrangement.

“Okay well y'all are friends with benefits so act like friends”

“We’re more like enemy’s with benefits actually” I say grabbing my phone knowing Dillon was going to drag me out of my house if he had to.

We walk in to the studio and I immediately go sit by swazz. I was across from Nate and he hadn’t even looked at me yet. Thank god. At the same time I felt mad. Maybe because I looked sexy af today.

“You look good ma” swazz whispered in my ear throwing his arm over my shoulder.

“Thanks Swift” I say leaning into him.

He handed me the blunt he was previously smoking on.

I had moved to johns lap and we were just talking. I saw Dillon messing with his beats before he gave up and sat beside me and swazz.

“Swazz if you fuck my little sis I’m killing you” Dillon says nodding his head at us as he takes a puff from his blunt.

“Dill shut up I fuck who I want” I say rolling my eyes and flipping him off.

“Nah you always listen to me. It’s cool I know you won’t do anything with swazz” he says winking.

I face John and pull his head closer to me and kiss him.

“Damn Ma. You always gotta be right huh?” Swazz said placing his hands on my thighs.

“Well fuck. Here I was thinking Swazz only fucked with pretty girls.” Skate said chuckling to himself.

“First of all hoe, I don’t fuck with swazz, he don’t fuck with me. I was proving a point. Second, bitch I am super gorgeous.” I say staring at Nate.

“THATS IT. THANK YOU BABE. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. PLAY THE BEAT.” Dillion jumps up and runs into the studio. I hit record and Nate starts the best Dillion had been making.

Rupp had the song finished in no time. It was actually straight fire.

“Wow y/n you’re actually useful for something other than a good fuck” Nate says fake smiling at me.

“I fucking hate you” I say gritting my teeth. He was actually starting to piss me off. If he thought it was bad when we first met he was had a whole other thing coming.

“You fucking love me” he says leaning back like the cocky asshole he is.

“No I love fucking you. I can’t stand you as a person. As I said to dill. You’re just a dick with good dick. So you know what, Nathan, forget you. Don’t call me when you want a quick fuck. Don’t call me at all. You’re just a stuck up selfish ass. If I had any nerves left I’m sure you would be on every last one. I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I DID TO YOU BUT IM SO FUCKING SORRY THAT I RUINED YOUR PRECIOUS GOD DAMN LIFE. I DONT THINK IVE MET ANYONE SO GOD DAMN ANNOYING AND STUPID. SO FUCK YOU. AND IF YOU CONTINUE WITH THIS BULLSHIT I WILL FUCK UP YOUR ENTIRE LIFE. I WILL LEAVE YOU CRYING IN THAT LITTLE MANSION OF YOURS.” I didn’t even realize how much Nate actually got to me. But I meant every word of it. I grabbed my phone off the table and went to leave.

I turned around and stared deep into Nates eyes. “And learn what the fuck to do with a clit” I spit out at him. I slam the door shut and go back to my place.

To Swazz💘👅- Can you come over. I need a fuck but I’m not calling Nate. 😊💦

From Swazz💘👅- on my way 😘