god i don't know if this is the most embarrassing thing

bootsandbosons  asked:

Trying to explain Clint Barton to my friends who don't know marvel (apart from the MCU) proving difficult. Especially because the MCU gave him a wife, kids, and an honest to god farm. Any recommendations on how to describe my favorite character? (So far all of my attempts either lead to rambling about ceiling vents and the circus or hysterical laughing because "successful long term relationship" and "Clint Barton" are in the same sentence. Unsurprisingly this just leads to more confusion.)

Well, the problem begins (as problems often do) with comics.

See, comics are a sort of ‘soap opera with capes and tights.’  Comics are ‘fanfic but written by mostly straight white guys who are chosen by other straight white guys.’  Comics are a never ending arms race of suffering, and that’s the problem.

So it’s hard to pin down a character.  Because it’s not one character.

Every writer wants to make their mark.  They want THEIR version of the character to be the one that people point to and say, “THIS.  THIS is the quintessential Hawkeye.  THIS is the reason I love Hawkeye.”

Because they’re not going to write the character forever.  That’s comics.  There’s always someone right behind them, nipping at their heels, someone who wants nothing more, in most cases, then to sweep their careful work aside and make THEIR mark on the character.

There’s not much you can do to stop that from happening.  You can write a really good book, you can be clever and creative and still not hit the readership the right way.  You can write A GOOD BOOK and you’ll still end up in the trash heap of the 25 cent bin, because the promotion team or the movie schedule or the competitor’s event cycle screwed you over.

It’s much easier to make a lot of noise.  To be remembered, rather than beloved.  To get people tweeting and talking and protesting and fighting, because that means when you tossed off this book, there’ll be another one waiting for you.

Don’t believe me?  I mean, someone keeps giving Nick Spencer new books.  (shrug)

So there is no one Hawkeye.  The Hawkeye of the early West Coast Avengers has little in common with the Hawkeye of Fraction and Aja’s solo book run.  The Hawkeye of the most recent Secret Avengers by Ales Kot would be unrecognizable to the Hawkeye of the Ultimates verse.  Movieverse Hawkeye is almost a mirror image of Hawkeye of Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

When you love a character, the question is, which one?  Because even if you take fandom interpretation and fanon out of the equation, there’s a lot of them to choose from.  And while canon feeds fanon, fanon bleeds back into canon.

Describing the character you love takes some effort, some cherrypicking.

For me, it’s this:

On the surface, he’s ordinary.  And his awareness of his ordinariness is part of what makes him so extraordinary.  He’s raised himself to his current position by sheer force of will and a refusal to stop.  He’s bullheaded and snarky and has a chip on his shoulder the size of the island of Manhattan.  He’s not as stupid as he thinks he is, and he’s not as good as he believes he is, and both of those facts are a little heartbreaking.

He’s a man who destroyed his own hearing, because he knew if he didn’t, he was going to hurt someone he loved.  He’s also a man who entered canon trying to rob Tony Stark, which was universally regarded as a very bad idea, since that’s how a lot of people end up dead.

He’s not a god or a genius or a super soldier.   He is a man who looked at the end of the world, and said, fuck you, I’ve got a COUPLE OF STICKS AND A PIECE OF STRING and I’m still going to KICK YOUR ASS.  There is something comforting about that, for most people.  

We want to believe, after all, that if push came to shove, if things got bad, then we would stand up.  With all the risk, and all the fear, and a very good chance that we would not win, we want to believe, that we would still stand.

So all the other stuff, the ragged ends and the bad choices, the stupid plots and the OOC moments, the embarrassing contradictions in canon and the writers who can’t figure him out or don’t want to bother trying, it melts down to one truth at the core of his character, every time.

He is a man that doesn’t feel too different from you or me.  And he stands.  He makes bad choices, he screws people over, he ruins relationships and cheats on partners and girlfriends, he does stupid, stupid things, because this is a soap opera, and half the writers don’t remember what the last one did and the other half don’t care.

For all the parts of him I don’t like, he’s still my favorite.  Because he shouldn’t be there.  He has no place there.  He’s outgunned and outflanked.  Everyone around him is smarter than him, better trained than him, better equipped than him.

And still he stands.  With a bow.  He stands.

And says, come at me, bro.

anonymous asked:

Stop being a fucking pissbaby and just post the content. Your blackout is completely illogical and counter-productive - people who repost stuff will continue reposting, since they don't care. While those that care about reblogs, will not reblog, because you won't post art for two weeks. Brilliant strategy. it's the typical tumblr mindset: "I want to change the world. I know, I will sign a bullshit petition!". God, you are stupid.

….oh man, this is about to become very embarrassing for you. 

first of all, i’m not even participating in the blackout nor am i organizing it so i don’t even know why the hell you’re coming to me with this. if you’ll notice i’m still reblogging art and still posting writing. which tells me that what you’re doing is going through the tag, finding anyone who’s posted about the blackout, and sending them useless asks because it’s how you get your rocks off. because apparently a harmless tumblr protest upsets you so fucking much that you have to go and insult people over it. you must have a lot of time on your hands. 

if you don’t like the protest, don’t participate in it. if you think it’s not going to do any good, fine. don’t participate in it. i don’t understand why you’re so angry about people participating in a protest that doesn’t affect you. the fact that you are angry shows me that you’re entitled. either you’re a content creator who thinks that you’re entitled to the notes that the people currently protesting aren’t going to give you for two lousy weeks (which, grow up) or you’re a consumer who thinks you’re entitled to the fanart and fanfiction that people on this site post for fucking free that you will be without for two lousy weeks (which, again, grow up). there are plenty of users not participating who are still posting and still reblogging, so the fact that you feel the need to send messages like this to complain about people who are protesting for personal reasons is about the most childish thing i’ve seen all week. 

and here’s another tip, hot off the press. since you’re apparently so offended by a harmless protest that doesn’t affect you, why don’t you do something that you do think will help with art theft instead of insulting people about this protest. why don’t you spread information about proper etiquette around reposting? why don’t you hold an event where people can report any stolen art they see? why don’t you write up guides for new artists/writers who don’t know how to report their stolen content?

bet that didn’t occur to you. because you’re too busy complaining about what other people are doing rather than trying to do something positive for once. because you don’t really care about art theft and you don’t really care about remedying it. you just want an excuse to insult people on anon for doing something that you don’t particularly care for. again, that is childish, entitled, rude, and proof that you really must have a lot of time on your hands. 

please entertain yourself with something else. and if i see you in my inbox again, i’m blocking and reporting your ass. 

anonymous asked:

Hey can you please write a hc about Isak hiding his face by hugging Even cause he's embarrassed ? Thx !!

okay SO

isak has a hard time letting go when he’s dancing, he remains pretty stiff, mostly just bobs his head to the music. it’s just. it’s not fun, it’s something he’d force himself to do at parties, dancing with girls and trying to play and look cool. and the thing is that he doesn’t really dance at parties since he’s with even, because even would never force him to, and it’s been a while since he’s cared about what people think of him, about looking cool 

but the thing is that even wants to dance with isak. even loves to dance, he’ll often put on a song while they’re in their room or in the kitchen and just start dancing and singing along. and one day isak is sitting on the couch under even’s loft bed, his notes on his lap, and even puts on fy faen by hkeem and he starts dancing, smiling wide at isak. and isak keeps looking down at his notes, pretends not to smile, but then even comes and grabs his hand and tells him “baby come on” and isak frees his hand from even’s hold, tells him “i’m studying” and even shakes his head but keeps moving to the rhythm of the song, tells him “you’ve been studying all afternoon”. and he grabs isak’s hand and pulls harder, lifting him up, isak’s notes falling to the ground, isak ending up pretty much pressed against even 

and even puts his arms around isak’s neck, whispers “hey you,” and isak can’t help but smile a little at that. but he’s still not really moving, not letting himself go, and then the song is ending and he shrugs, says “oh well, that’s too bad!” and he leans in to kiss even, expecting him to stop dancing, but the song just starts again. and even breathes out a laughter, says “i put it on repeat” and isak whines, tells even “i’m so bad at this”. and even shakes his head, whispers “you’re so good at this, you just need to let go. no one’s watching us, just move with me” and as he says that, his hands go down to his hips, and he starts making isak move the same way he is, and isak finally. starts moving by himself and even’s hands are simply placed on his hips, not guiding him anymore, just as a way to feel closer to him. it’s nice, moving together and kissing each other and smiling into the kisses. it’s  fun and sexy and warm and even thinks to himself that he could do this all day long, that dancing alone is nice, but it’s nothing compared to dancing with isak 

that is until even’s mom opens the door of his room, letting him know that diner was ready. and isak freezes, eyes wide, and mouths “oh my god”. and even chuckles, says “oops”. isak remains motionless, speechless for a few seconds until he lets out a little wail, buries his face against his shoulder, and he starts mumbling all sorts of things, from “i can’t believe your mom saw us dancing like that” to “this was the worst idea ever” to “i’m never dancing ever again. nope, nope, never again in my entire life”. and even simply wraps his arms around him, trying not to laugh, telling him “you’re totally dancing with me again, baby, tomorrow you’ll be dancing with me” 

they’re at a party the next day. and fy faen starts playing again, and even looks at isak wtih a grin, and isak just mouths “no”, but then even is asking sana, whom isak was hanging out with, “do you mind if i borrow him for a bit?” and sana raises an eyebrow, but her and even share a knowing smile. and isak lets out a sigh, and he actually takes even’s hand. and even kisses him softly before they start dancing, like they were yesterday, same movements, same song, and feeling like they alone in this room. and isak looks into even’s eyes and even thinks that what he loves the most about this moment is not the fact that he gets to be so close to isak and dance with him, but rather the fact that isak really seems to enjoy himself. because that spark in isak’s eyes is one of his favourite sights in the world. and when isak buries his face in his neck, he doesn’t do it because he’s embarrassed this time. he simply breathes even in, smiles against his skin 

Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook (M) pt.03

{pt.04}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut plot!

Word Count: 7,380

~ I know I am an awful human, sorry I took so long to update this. Hope you all enjoy anyway! ♡ 

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    “Was he big?”

I brushed through my tangled hair, my comb getting caught in the knots. I watched Bitsy through the mirror of my vanity. She was sitting crossed legged on my bed, eyes wide with curiosity.

  “Let the poor girl breathe Bitsy,” Coco said stepping out of the bathroom. She had a towel over her head, drying off her wet hair.

   “I can’t! I knew they were fucking but no one believed me.” I tried to hold in my laugh but I couldn’t once Coco started laughing. I couldn’t keep the secret from them forever; especially, not after I came home with melted ice cream and visible hickeys. Bitsy shouted in victory after my confession and would not stop asking me questions about it all. “Did he last long?”

Coco threw one of my bed pillows at her face, shutting her up. We were all getting ready to go next door. Like Jungkook had said, Jimin and Hobi had come by the house, shortly after me, to invite us over. Convincing us mainly because they swore Jin was the best cook and we simply could not live life without tasting his food.

   “Okay, I have this one? What do you think?” Mina walked in, holding up a blouse she brought from her room. We all turned to look at it, it was a mixture of light blues and rosy pinks. 

   “Isn’t it too thin? Your nips are gonna show through.” I asked looking over at Bitsy. We were trying to find her something to wear because she wanted to look good since it was obvious to everyone that the invitation was for her and Jimin.

    “You say it like it’s a bad thing (Y/n).” Bitsy joked, extending her hands out for Mina to toss her the shirt.

We all started getting ready once we had our clothes sorted out. We took turns and fought over hair products. It wasn’t anything big to which he had to get all dressed up but they had caught us off guard yesterday; looking tired from the road and dressed like street walkers. I took the chance to do some light makeup, not wanting to make it too obvious that I was wearing any. Only wearing some basic black denim jeans, a white v neck, and my thin green bomber jacket. There was music blasting throughout the whole house as we finished up getting ready.  Almost two hours later, everyone was done and ready to go.

   “Should we go in through the front or back door?” Emi asked and she slipped on her shoes. We all stood in the hall giving glances at each other.

   “Well, their living room is in the front of the house. I guess we should go through there.” I said adjusting my thin jacket and checked myself in the mirror one more time.

   “Oh? So you’ve been in the house already (Y/n)?” Emi gasped playfully. I chose to ignore the comment, cursing myself for letting that slip. They had told us to come by around 7 and we showed up just twenty minutes after.

  

    “Hey, girls! Come on in.” Hobi smiled brightly as he stood back, letting us through the front door. As I walked in, the first thing I smelled was food. My stomach growled instantly, making me remember, that I hadn’t eaten since the morning. Hoseok heard the obnoxious noise and laughed, patting my shoulder as he passed me. “The food should be ready soon.”

Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Yoongi were in the living room; keeping us company. While Jin and Namjoon were in the kitchen setting everything up for dinner. I seamlessly tried to spot Jungkook from my spot on the couch. I could not see him or hear him in the kitchen with the others. 

    “He’s still getting dressed.” I turned my head to Yoongi, who was sitting closest to me. He was scrolling through his phone like he had been doing the whole ten minutes. I stared at him, wondering if I should respond. My cheeks were heating up, slightly embarrassed that I made it obvious. Before I could think to play it cool, the door beside the couch opened and out walk Jungkook. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His entire upper half exposed and dripping in warm water from his shower. We all turned to look at him as he acted surprised to see us here ‘so soon’. 

    “My bad. I just took a quick shower.” He said deciding to not look in my direction. The rest of the girls were very obviously starstruck by his body form but that wasn’t his intention. He was very proudly showing off the bites and scratches I had left on his chest to both of our friends. My face deeply flushed from embarrassment and anger. He was such a little twat. Everyone turn to look at me, with mouths slightly hung open. I bit my lip and looked down at my phone, praying for the food to be ready soon. “Food smells good,” Jungkook said, strolling off happily into his room.

Before anyone could think to question me about anything; Jin came into the room to invite us all to the table. Everyone took their seats, leaving the seat across from me empty, where Jungkook would sit once he was dressed. We began to eat quietly without him, making small talk amongst ourselves. Jin, being the cook, sat that the head of the table and watched all of us serve the food he had prepared. He seemed very excited and confident for us to taste his food for the first time, he made sure that we tried a little bit of everything. It was delicious obviously, I expected nothing but the best from Jin since walking in through the front door and smelling the food. Jin began telling us about his culinary classes and how he had begun cooking from his mother. In the middle of his story, Jungkook walked out of his room dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans basically, looking fine as hell. Everyone, including me, had stopped listening to Jin for a second just to watch his casually sit down in front of me.

    “So there I was, waiting for the man to give me my order of chicken wings,” Namjoon said with his mouth full. He was trying to speak and chew at the same time without making a mess. “The guy finally comes out with my order and hands it to me. Do you know what he said to me?”

     “My god, Namjoon it was three years ago!” Yoongi groaned shaking his head. Namjoon shushed him and continued dramatically with his story.

    “Both of our hands on the bucket of chicken, eyes locked and he said; ‘Arigatō’ !?” He yelled, tossing his hands in the air before pouting his lips. Jin rolled his eyes and Yoongi shook his head once more.

    “It’s true! I was there and saw the whole thing!” Hobi yelled from across the table, backing up Namjoon’s story.

    “I mean, we don't’ even look Japanese!” I could hear Bitsy giggling next to me and I quickly elbowed her. I know she was only laughing because Namjoon was such a passionate speaker with a lot of hand movements but still.

     “Well, that was ignorant,” Mina said patting Namjoon’s back since he had gotten himself all worked up with the story telling.

    “Some people just think they know it all.” I shrugged after swallowing my food. A quiet chuckle was heard throughout the table. It was uncalled for and everyone glanced at Jungkook; who had not said a word the entire time. “What?” I asked him directly.

I was legitimately confused on why he was laughing as we all seemed to be. He looked up me, making eye contact for the first time throughout the night. Immediately I recognized the look in his eyes, that cocky, arrogant look he wore when he used his smart mouth.

    “Nothing,” He smirked looking down at his food. He paused as if he was debating on if he should say what was on his mind. “It’s just funny hearing that from you.”

Everyone stopped moving, stopped chewing, probably stopped breathing, and I was pissed. Joking or not he should know that saying in front of everyone else would not be a smart move. We weren’t in a bedroom behind closed doors, this wasn’t cute and I wasn’t having it.

    “What is that supposed to mean?” I said putting my fork down on the plate. I didn’t take my eyes off of him but he ate normally.

    “Exactly what it sounds like (Y/n).” He shrugged looking down at his phone.
I decided for the sake of Jin and his hard work that went into making this dinner, I would bite my tongue and let Jungkook’s comment slide. After the awkwardness had passed, Coco had started talking about some random thing. Though I could not get over Jungkook’s unusually behavior. While eating I felt my phone vibrated in my pocket, I would have ignored it but for some reason, I didn’t. I pulled it out of my pocket, keeping it low on my lap so no one would notice. A message from an unsaved number that I didn’t recognize.

Play along with the argument so we can get out of here.

I looked up to his Jungkook’s eyes on me. He nodded his head gently, confirming that this was him texting me. How he got my number out of nowhere, I have no idea but his plan was clear.

You storm out and go home alone. I’ll go lock myself in my room after you leave.

    “So I then realized that I had left my bag on the bus,” Jimin said making everyone laugh. I left my phone on my lap just in case Jungkook needed to tell me anything else.

     “He was running around saying, ‘Lost my bag! Lost my bag!’.” Yoongi laughed; clapping his hands hysterically.

    “We kept losing things on that trip, now that I think about it,” Namjoon said taking a sip of his water.

    “I know. We even lost Taehyung!” Hobi yelled, standing up at the table dramatically.

    “Hey! I chose to be lost.” Taehyung explained. “It’s a beautiful thing being lost in a foreign country.”

Then they began to argue with Taehyung about his crazy sense of adventure. How many times he had gone off on his own without telling anyone anything. Most of us were finished eating by this time and some of us were even going for a second plate. I decided to grab just a bit more for the sake of staying at the table longer. Jungkook was eating rather slow, he still had a plate full and Yoongi next to him seemed to notice. Yoongi leaned in whispering something under his breath but Jungkook only nodded in response.

“The point of the story is: When someone tells you to ‘get lost’; you might actually want to try it because it’s wonderful.” Taehyung finally said, stopping everyone from arguing. The boys agreed to disagree and called it a day for that conversation. But I had something else in mind.

    “It’s surprising that Jungkook didn’t lose anything.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I mean, being the youngest, I could imagine you guys had to baby him the entire trip.” Taehyung and Jimin both began to laugh, looking over to Jungkook for a response.

     “I’m not a baby (Y/n). You of all people should know that.” He challenged, placing his hands down from the plate. I took my elbows off the table and shrugged.

    “I don’t know. From what I’ve seen there some parts of you that still need growing.” I heard Hobi choke on his drink at my words. That could have been a low blow from my side but it was the only response I could think of. Jungkook laughed looking away from me, obviously stung by my comment. He caught sight of everyone staring at him and he ran his tongue over his teeth.

     “I sure didn’t hear this complaining last night.” I wanted to laugh at everyone’s reaction, it was priceless, but I needed to maintain the image of us actually fighting.

     “Well, you probably couldn’t hear me from all the noise you were making.” Even Yoongi, who wasn’t easily entertained had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing.

    “Okay, okay,” Namjoon said before Jungkook could respond. “That’s enough you two.” While Namjoon was giving his reasons for not going back and forth, my phone lit up from a text.

Chill, will ya? You’re roasting me.

“We should all keep personal matters off the table. We all just came to have a good time, right?” Jungkook completely ignored Namjoo’s words of wisdom and continued with the plan.

    “It would be easier to do that if (Y/n) wasn’t such a drama queen about everything.” Jungkook really just wanted to get off the topic of sex. That was such a random insult but I had to go along with it.

    “Oh! I’m the drama queen?” I said sitting up in my chair. “Jungkook you are literally a 6-year-old in a 19-year-old’s body.”

    “Well, I rather be that, than be a priss who thinks she better than everyone around her.” Ouch. Okay, I had that one coming, I guess.

    “Don’t call me a priss because I know my worth and it’s not anything you can afford!” We might have been fake fighting but my voice was driven by actually rage and adrenaline rush.

    “Trust me (Y/n), it’s not a price difficult to get for free.” Even I was taken back by the comment.  His own tone was very believable if I hadn’t known any different. I heard a few gasps around the table but I didn’t see who because my eyes were locked on him.

    “Are you implying that I’m easy?” I was actually shaking from anger. The heat of arguing was taking over my body and there was no way anyone would think this was fake.
“You know what!?” I finally said, tossing the napkin I just used to whip my mouth with. “I’m going home.”

    “No, come on (Y/n). He didn’t mean it like that.” Namjoon said looking over to Jungkook for him to apologize. He continued to stuff his mouth with food as I scooted my chair and stood up looking at him.  He looked up at me, meeting my eyes and chewed his food waiting for me to leave. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair.

   “We should go too…” Emi said looking at the other girls. They all nodded and Bitsy gave Jimin an apologetic look.

    “No,” I said placing my hand on her shoulder. “ I want to be alone.”
I thanked Jin for having me and for the food before I made my way out the door. I stepped outside, the temperature had gotten cooler and the jacket felt just right around me. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I unlocked it to look at the text.

Keep your window unlocked, and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

A stupid smirk tugged at my lips, and I bit my thumb to hide it before I ran back home. I opened the front door and quickly kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside. I walked to my room and into the bathroom, where I grabbed the flower-scented lotion, Coco left in there and applied it to the exposed parts of my skin. I cleaned up some of my runny makeup and added lip balm to my tinted lips. I brushed my teeth once again like I had before leaving. Finished up by ruffling my hair in the mirror for some volume and pushed up my breasts in my bra, also for some volume. Once I thought I looked okay, I walked out to realize my room was a fucking mess from all of us getting ready in here. I threw some makeup products into random drawers and the scattered clothes on my bed into the bin in the corner. I made sure the window was unlocked and cracked it open just a bit for some fresh air. I could see Jungkook’s room with its light on but I could not see any sign of him. I took that as a chance to keep fixing things up before he came at my window.
I light one of my scented candles to freshen up the room a bit before I turned to my drawer. I peeked under my shirt and took a look at the bra I had on, wondering if I should change out of it. I dug through the drawer and came across one of my favorite pair of panties. They were a light color of gray with a darker shade laced around it, that would match perfectly with the dark bra I had on already.

     “Are those for me baby?” Startled I snapped my head towards the window, where Jungkook stood outside of and looked in. I placed my underwear back in the drawer and shut it while he pushed the window up wide. I watched as he pushed himself up and climbed through it effortlessly. I sucked in some air as his biceps flexed with strength and felt myself grow eager already to have those arms around me. Jungkook pushed his hair aside and stood tall with a smirk on his face. He walked closer, giving me no time to react to his hold. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. I could smell his hair from its wash earlier in the night. “Getting ready for me, huh?” He smiled and bit his lip at me. He brushed his nose against my cheek, surely smelling the lotion I applied.

   “Just wanted to make a good impression, is all,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his. I hooked my arm around his neck as he pressed me into his body. His hand moved down to cup my ass from my core.

    “Fuck… you’re so hot when you’re angry.” He groaned pulling away for a moment. His eyes were black and lips blushed red, he looked so fuckable.
I pulled him back down by his collar, tasting his lips on my tongue. I led him backward to the bed, stumbling on his own feet he fell back onto it. I took the moment to peel my top off and unbutton my jeans. Jungkook’s eyes locked on my chest as he dragged me onto his thighs. With my legs on either side of him; he pulled my waist close to his, and ran his hands tenderly over my skin. He gripped my waist tightly, pushing me down beside him flat on my back. I yelped a small breath at the fall and he was quick to began to remove my jeans. They were tight and he had to slowly pull them off. Taking them off my foot he let his hands caress back up my leg; along with his eyes eating up my figure.  
I sat up and met him with my mouth, pulling him to hover over me. He kissed down my lips to the hot spots of my neck. My hands were tightly holding and pulling on the thin material of his shirt. The skin underneath was shaped by muscle but also soft and tempting. I had him remove his shirt, showing to me his body that shivered under my hands.

   “Fuck me Jungkook.” I groaned softly taking him by surprise. I didn’t admit that the fake arguing we did had me wet the whole dinner. Watching how his lips talked back to me when he had been eating me out with that same mouth only hours before. It was frustrating in an insanely hot annoying kind of way.
He was sucking on the skin of my covered breasts, while his hand cupped my heat through my soaked panties. My belly was tensed but he mouth eased me into his hand; soon my hips following their urge for him. My body seemed much more lust driven than usual. I wanted him already and couldn’t find it in me to wait. He reached back up to my lips; his lips were wet by saliva while I ran my tongue over his mouth. My hand fell down to his torso, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers. I pulled his hips closer to mine, the rough material of his jeans brushed against my laced underwear. He groaned a chuckle,  glancing my way under his dark lashes. 

    “All right then…” Jungkook leaned up and began to unbuckle his belt. He started me straight in the eyes, the look making the blood in my body rush. I squirmed in his gaze and he noticed, his eyes trailed down to my thighs that were shut tightly and trembled on the bed. “Come here, kitten.”

The name made violent goosebumps form all around my body. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me off the bed slightly; with the other hand he yanked off my panties. I had my hands on his shoulders with nowhere else to hold him from. He rolled his hard crotch onto my folds teasingly. My bra pressed against his chest, our hips grinding into the mattress. I struggled to keep my eyes shut at the pressure he was rubbing into my naked clit. I was feeling him under his boxers, feeling how my drenched pussy slid on his cock.

    “You want it, right?” Jungkook asked while he nibbled on my neck. I whimpered and gave a weak nod, letting my head hang back, with my eyes shut. He suddenly bit down on my neck hard and dropped me back onto the bed. I looked up at him as I had lost contact with his crotch. “Answer me.”

    “Y-yes.” I gulped a dry lump in my throat, thirsting for more. His voice was controlling and relentless when he spoke. Jungkook seemed pleased with my answer and moved to pushed down the remainder of his clothes. His erection slapped against his lower abdomen; my clit throbbed at the sight of it. He didn’t hesitate to grab his length in his fist, tugged at it as he spoke.

    “Get on all fours.” I let go of him all at once to do as he said. “And take that bra off too.”

Tossing the bra to the floor, I positioned myself as he told me. On my hands and knees facing away from Jungkook and my body on display for him. His hands gently touched the side of my thigh, moving up and following the curves of my ass to the dip of my back. It was a simple touch that drove me insane, it was hungry but still without rush. He added a bit of pressure to my lower back, making me arch it down to raise my bottom to where he wanted it. I could feel my folds spread open, soaked and hot, the more I leaned down. Jungkook groaned to himself as he kept running his hands over my ass.

    “What was it you said at dinner?” He teased. He moved onto his knees and was right behind me now. I could feel him there as he fondled my ass cheeks. “Remind me, will you (Y/n)?”

    “Jungkook please-” I shut my mouth by his hand coming down on one of my cheeks; not hard but enough to cut me off and listen to him.

    “No.” He rubbed my skin under his palm as if to apologize. “That pretty mouth should watch what comes out of it.” His other hand ran down my inner thigh, so closer to my core he could surely feel the heat radiating from it. The taunting action made me throw my ass back, hoping to get him to touch me. All I earned was another smack to the same cheek. “You listening, (Y/n)?”

    “Yes! Yes, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even keep his serious voice on, he chuckled at my anguished body. His cold hands suddenly touched my burning core, causing me to squeal at the feeling. He had two fingers from the dripping point of my entrance to my swollen clit, adding hard pressure the entire way down.

    “All that fighting must have turned you on, huh?” I bit on my lip after taking in a shaky breath, he slipped two of his fingers inside of me. “You’re practically dripping already.”

Just as quick as they went in, he pulled them out and replaced them with something much better and bigger. He was leaned over my back, holding my hips steady, as I struggled to keep myself up. Jungkook eased in, taking time in stretching me out with each thrust, before picking up a pace. There was always a bit quick pause when he was all the way in, feeling my walls wrapped around him perfectly. He was lighting my insides on fire, with the way his cock pulsed already so hard in me. Small moans were trapped in my mouth and I grabbed onto to anything near me.

Covered in my arousal, Jungkook’s hunger took over and he slammed his hips into me. A yelp left my mouth while his hands gripped my waist tightly. He pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust making it that much harder. My heart began to pound like his hips into me. My eyes shut, imagining how good he must look fucking me from behind  Mouth shut tight and eyes blown into darkness in a lust driven state, and every muscle in his body working and sweating. His fingers were digging into my skin while my nails were on the brink of tearing the pillow. I wanted to turn, to look at his face plastered with pleasure but I could barely support it myself.

     “Oh fuck! Jungkook…” He was hitting spots so deep within me that I couldn’t even see right. I could feel myself drip onto my thigh every time he pulled out. Jungkook grunted and slowed his pace when I moved down from my hands to my forearms. My walls throbbed around him and I leaned my head against my supporting pillow. Jungkook shoved himself inside me roughly, leaning in close to me. His hand cupped my jaw and brought my face upwards,

    “Head up, baby girl.” He held onto my jaw and left sloppy kisses along my cheek. I whined as he continued to deeply thrust, my legs were weak and shaking to give out any moment. Jungkook held my waist once again and leaned his arm against the headboard.

    “There! Fuck, right there.” He was pushing himself from a higher angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. The bed was making a loud thumping sound against the wall, and his skin was slapping on my mine. His hips pounding into me without rest, his cock was fucking my walls raw. My abdomen was contracting from the please that tingled through my blood rushing veins. My soft moans turned into harsh cries and I gripped his arm around my waist. I just wanted to keep his hands on me as he drove me into pleasure and beyond bliss. My climax was starting to build in the deepest parts of me while he started to slow back down. His breath was at its extreme, slowly guiding his cock in and out of me, trying to maintain himself from coming anytime soon.

    “Fuck…” He both groaned and cursed as he pulled himself completely out of me. I sighed and whined for the loss of connection. I was going to recover enough for me to ask if he was alright but he didn’t give me a chance.
He grabbed my arm and hip to push over onto my back; finally letting my body resting in the comfort of the mattress. I could look at him now, he was hot and bothered as I imagined. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat and parts of his skin were flushed pink. Jungkook was regaining his strength, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Even out of breath I managed to kiss him back, his hand cupped my breast and tugged lightly at my harden nipple. He moved his head down, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I ran my hand through his locks of hair, pushing them away from his forehead but still holding him close. I hummed at the sensation of his teeth softly grazing at the sensitive skin. My body squirming under his weight and at the empty feeling in my insides. He ran his hand down my side and looked up at me from underneath his lashes. A look like that could kill.

Jungkook removed himself from my chest, the air hitting my wet skin made my nipple ache from its harden form. He bit his lip down at me as I raised my knee to his waist, hoping to bring his attention back to my needy core. He grabbed the back of my knee in each hand, dragging me down closer to him, my ass his thighs and he began to scoot off the bed. I tried not to giggle as he brought me to the edge of the bed and kneeled down onto the floor. I leaned up on my elbows to get a better view of him, he watched me but his eyes were glued to my folds as soon as he spread my legs.

    “So pink and tight…” He used his thumb to spread my lips wide, scraping past my clit and making me jump. His eyes flickered up to me and a smirk appeared on his lips as he dampened them with his tongue. He leaned in closer, blowing cool air at the heated area and watched me squirm under him. Jungkook chuckled lowly under his breath, thumbing my clit and watching the effect it had on me. There was barely any pressure but the light touch was sending small shocks through my lower half. My hips pushed into the mattress and locked still to keep from moving. It was a small heating sensation when he quickened his pace, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes to take in the sensitivity.

My mouth shot open when he let go of my folds and ran his tongue over them, so close but not closer enough to where I wanted to feel him the most. My thighs shook as he dug his tongue at my clit harshly; he was flicking at it with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his mouth around it. My hips bucked into his pretty face and the slurping sounds he was ringing in my ears. He was holding onto my ankle, that hung off the bed; while my other foot was digging into his shoulder.

    “Ah! Fuck…”  I watched how it tongue stuck out of his pink lips, how he moved his jaw to create an amazing speed. He ran his mouth lower and began to lap at the juices that flowed from my entrance. I shut my mouth and whimpered, he placed his hand on my thigh moved closer.

    “So good…” Jungkook hummed. Bring his hands up to my tight entrance, he pushed one in and continued to suck at my skin. I had to sit up; I had to take in such a perfect view. I pushed his hair out of the way, gripping it tightly at the top of his head. He rubbed his mouth into my heat while that single finger gave me something to clenched around. He groaned at my grasping walls, knowing very well that I could take much more. Without warning, Jungkook pushed in two other fingers, stretching me out far more so suddenly. I pulled at his hair as he ruthlessly pumped them in; giving no time to adjust to the change. My chest was rising excessively while my stomach tensed and twitched every time his fingers disappeared in me. He sucked and pulled at my clit, completely determined to push me over the edge. His longest finger kept brushing against my sweet stop and the next time going in, I rolled my hips and he hit it dead on.
I pushed his face into my pussy when he tried to lift his head up to look at me. I could feel him smirk on me but I felt too good to care. I couldn’t keep my body still from all of the hot blood running through my body. My hips were bucking at the perfect pace to feel him the best, we created this rhythm that was driving me to my climax. The heat was building up in my core, making my breath shorten, and muscles tense.

    “That’s it, baby.” My nails dug into his scalp and I trembled over him. A loud, breathless scream left my mouth as the pleasure convulsed through my body. Falling back onto the mattress, my leg locked over his head while he kept pumping his fingers through my orgasm.

    “Jungkook…” My legs quivered as I moved them away from him, but he was running his tongue over me. I barely had any strength to move away from him. I tried to push his head away as the over-stimulation was starting to hurt. Cries left my mouth and my body was twitching as I yanked at his hair.

He came up with a big smile plastered on his face. He crawled up to kiss me before I had the chance to scold him on his overplay. Is lips tasted like a sweet combination of the both of us, that I couldn't’ help but enjoy his mouth on mine.

    “I could eat you out all night.” All was forgiven since his words had made me blushed; he smiled wide and child-like at my embarrassment. I shied away from his face as he kissed my cheek and stroked my back. He grabbed a hold of me and pushed me up the bed once more. “Lay on your side.”

Jungkook laid right behind me as if we were going to spoon for the night. I turned my head to meet his and he leaned in to lock his lips with mine. His cock was resting behind my thighs and he ran his hand up to lift my leg up. I kept it up, bent at the knee as he took a hold of his cock and ran it between my soaked folds. His hot breath tickled my neck as he groaned, I reached down and ran my hand over his drenched cock, guiding him to my wet cunt.
My head rested over his shoulder, his mouth was brushing against my cheek. The head of his dick pushed through my entrance, slowly feeling the stretched all the way into my stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist, shoving his chest into my back and ass against his crotch. His grip was strong as he began to push in and out of me; I held onto his arm and leaned my head back. The position was amazing it made my back arch like a cat, and I couldn’t stop, my spot he was hitting it. He was thrusting hard and slow, deep thrusts that scratched at my next orgasm. His cock was painfully hard, I could feel it twitch every time my walls pulsed around it.

    “Fuck baby…” Jungkook choked on his grunt. His hand ran over my skin, making it way up to my breasts that were bouncing to his hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

My breathing was heavy and so was his against my ear. I reached up to grab his face wanting to look at him. I sometimes forgot just how handsome he was, with his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing the tiny mole he had there. His perfect brows and eyes were creased in concentration and pure bliss. I cupped his cheek and his eyes opened at my touch. It was a strange moment where we stared into each others eyes, something we hadn’t really done before. There were lust and desire but I was afraid to see anything else but that. I was afraid to feel anything else.

    “Make me come, please.” He leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips felt hot and soft, it was barely a kiss with all the tongue and groaning involved. “Are you close?”

    “Too close.” He laughed breathlessly. He jerked his hips into me faster; a constant scream fell from my mouth and caused me to scratched at his arm. His hot cock created a burning feeling in my center that was spreading through my veins. I felt my head grow lighter with every thrust he gave. I felt the need to stay close to him and hold on or I would fade away. His balls were slapping against his own skin and the sound echoed in my head. His hand left my breast and ran down to my throbbing clit. The second his cold fingers made contact with it I began to cry, with the added pleasure was just overwhelmingly painful. His name was leaving my mouth like broken ballad and my name never sounded so good in anyone’s mouth.

His hips were hitting hard against my ass and words began to choke in my mouth. I was no longer able to produce words but merely sounds of satisfaction. He rubbed my clit back and forth as fast as his wrist would let him, making my legs squirm and shut around his hand. He grunted as it made my pussy tighter on his dick and he begged me to keep my legs like that. His fingers rubbed my skin to the bone as he desperately fucked me. His mouth was struggling to kiss my neck but still managed to leave love bites on it.
I felt myself coming with a pathetic scream of his name. My mind was blank like a white room and I could only hear the irregular rhythmic beating of my heart. Feeling my chest jerk and legs shake to my curled toes while he took me through it. My legs were clamped shut and I felt my entire cunt pulse as he quickly pulled out. He groaned loudly, I could only hear him pumping his wet cock behind me. I had just enough strength to turn and watch his beautiful face contour when he came all over my ass. The sight of his abs tensing up and his dick dripping from in his come and mine made me moan loudly. He pumped himself slowly, milking every last drop he had to offer while his other hand was still between my legs.

   “Holy fuck…” Jungkook sighed, not daring to move an inch until he recollected himself. A smile spread across my lips at how good he looked after coming. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see and pulled the nearest pillow for me to cuddle with.


After a moment or two, I saw Jungkook arm reach up to grab a towel that was hanging over the headboard. He asked if he could his use it and I just hummed to grant him permission since I was too comfortable to care. Seconds later I felt the fluffy towel wipe over my butt, taking off any residue of him.

   “Have I told you how great of an ass you have (Y/n)?” I turned over to look at him and found him kneeling over my ass with a smile on his face. I tried not to smile back but it came out as a smug either way.

   “Shut up.” I giggled playfully. He tossed the dirty towel into the corner for me to pick up later and he moved over me to the edge of the bed. I watched grab his boxers and sliding them on.

    “I’m sorry.” My eyes switched to him as he just sat facing away from. He sounded a bit upset and embarrassed from what I could tell.

    “For what?” I asked confused. I turned up to get a better look at him since he turned to look my way.

   “What I said to you at dinner; I didn’t mean any of that.” His apology was sincere. It made my heart ache and made it hard to believe this was the same guy who just fucked me into the mattress.

    “Jungkook I know that.” I smiled and shrugged. It was obvious, though cocky, Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy to disrespect and contempt women. He knew I hadn’t taken any of it to offense but his conscious couldn’t drop it without my reassurance.

    “Mind If I use your bathroom?” He asked after nodding and standing up. He signaled to the door by my bed, while he adjusted his junk in his underwear. I simply nodded and sat up to walk over to my drawer to find new underwear for myself.

    “Oh wait.” I suddenly said, making Jungkook turn back from the door to look at me. “I forgot that bathroom doesn’t work. You can use the one across the hall.”

I said leaning across the dresser, reaching down to slip on my girl boxers. He shook his head and walked out of the room to the other bathroom. I quickly moved to grab his clothes off the floor and loosely fold them into a pile outside of the door. I shut the door to my room quietly and clicked the lock; before putting on a gray tank top and walking over to my bathroom.
I turned on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror; moving my hair to the side to look at the marks bruising my skin. I grabbed a scrunchy and threw my hair into a messy bun to keep it from sticking to my sweaty neck. The past events played through my head over and over again, not knowing what I got from dreaming about them. What I won from questioning myself on what this was leading to. I liked Jungkook; I liked him too much for my own good. For the moment the attraction was all physical and that’s how I wanted it to stay. I just hoped he wanted the same. I heard my door knob jiggle as he tried to get into the room.

I know he could hear me step to the door because he let go of the knob once I stood in front of it. I leaned my shoulder against the white door and laid my head against it.

    “Oh come on, (Y/n).” Jungkook chuckled. I heard a thud against the door, which could have been his hand resting against the other side.“ I mean, I know you like it rough but isn’t this a little mean?”

I smiled at hearing his laugh, knowing he didn’t mind my rejection all that much. I didn’t want to make him feel bad since it wasn’t anything personal; just a matter of safe precaution from my part. He waited for a moment seeing if I would say anything in response. “I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like to spooning after sex…”

  “I prefer just the forking.” He laughed again, sweetly, but I could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice. There was a small sigh leaving his lips before a much louder thump hit the door, which could only be his back. “Hey…”

   “Yeah?” He mumbled faintly, a bit of hope lingered in his voice.

   “How did you get my phone number?” I asked with full interest for the mystery.

   “I’ll tell you if you let me in.” He promised. I could hear the smile in his words, just imagining his bunny teeth showing through his rosy lips. I chose not to respond when he already knew the answer. There was a bit of guilt that I tried to chew off my lip during the silence between the door. “Have a good night, (Y/n).”

    “Night, Jungkook.”


in which junior prom is a thing and michelle is having fun at the thing, which may or may not be because peter parker is her date, but shhhhh.

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  • when michelle was younger, she didn’t exactly have a lot of suitors knocking down her door. none of her classmates were leaving cute notes in her locker or asking her to be their valentine. so maybe michelle is feeling a little nervous as she sits in front of the mirror on friday night. prom night.
  • 6:07
  • prom is in the gym of midtown high. everyone agreed to leave her apartment at seven because who needs to show up on time? unless you’re cindy and you’re working the prom, but they don’t have that concern. everyone is supposed to arrive at her house at six thirty for snacks and prom pictures™. which means peter should be arriving in approximately eight minutes if his previous history is any indication.
  • she takes a deep breath, looking at herself in the mirror. her mother absolutely adored the red of her dress. so she took the lead with everything else prom related. she’s wearing her mom’s red heels from the nineties and her mom’s bold red lipstick from…well…from sephora, she thinks?
  • she doesn’t ask her mom about date nights with her dad. that’s just…weird.
  • anyway
  • michelle knows she looks beautiful. but part of her is worried. because, well, her previous crushes haven’t always thought so and she’s nervous that, despite all the signs she’s hoping that she’s reading correctly, peter only likes her as a friend.
  • “michelle.” her father calls from outside her bedroom door. “peter is here.” he slowly opens the door, sticking his head around. his smile spreads wide and bright across his face as he walks over to his daughter. “mj, honey, you look beautiful.” he hugs her tightly and mj smiles into his shoulder. she really loves her dad. but oh god, is he crying again?
  • “dad! you promised!” she pushes him away, hitting him lightly on the shoulder, though she’s chuckling with a bright grin on her face.
  • “I know, I know!” he wipes his tears quickly and takes a deep breath. “but it’s just you and I here, so it’s okay. I won’t cry in front of your boyfriend.” he draws out the word in a song and shakes his shoulders from side to side when he says it and michelle groans and wants to stomp off but these heels are higher than she’s used to so she just walks, simple and dignified.
  • she waits at her door for her dad, nonetheless. and if she grabs his hand before walking to the stairs, that’s nobody’s business. she’s allowed to do-
  • fuck
  • there is no way peter parker should ever be allowed to look that good.

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anonymous asked:

This is my first time requesting a headcannon from anyone! ((I'm asking you guys because I love how you guys write, it's amazing!)) I was wondering if you could do a RFA + V + Saeran reaction to MC accidentally taking a drug thinking it's candy? ((You don't have to do this if it's too weird or something!! I'm sorry!! ;-; I'm so embarrassed lol))

A/N: Me?? the first??? i am hoNOURED ;u; HHHNNNNN I HOPE THIS IS OKAY SORRY I STRAYED FROM THE “THINKING ITS CANDY” PART SOMETIMES;;;; ~Admin 404

 

Me @ Saerans: im sorry no im not

 

Idk if this is a TW or anything but… drug mention warning?? Right here??

*YOOSUNG:

               -Yo he goes to /college/. /COLLEGE PARTIES MY FRIENDS./

               -He doesn’t normally go but friends invited him, and he invited you! Totally wasn’t because he wanted to show you off to people??? No????

               -But you seemed a little more comfortable at these things than he did, you even disappeared for a little while

               -He spent almost an hour trying to find you amongst the sea of people, and when he did find you, you seemed confused, dazed, and just completely out of it

               -Tried asking you what was wrong and all you could do was stare at him with your eyes glossed over for a solid minute before you reacted to him actually being there

               -When you made sense of his presence, you smiled and welcomed him very slowly before sticking your tongue out to touch it

               -“Yoosung, is my tongue big? Is it.. big.. oh my god its growing. What if it won’t fit in my mouth anymore?? YooSUNG WHaT WiLL I Do?!”

               -You no longer had volume control over your voice and he is very concerned. One second you’re yelling, the next you’re whispering. What was wrong with you?? You were starting to scare him;;

               -It took a solid 5 minutes for you to explain to him that someone had offered you some chocolate and you never turned down chocolate! But he remembered hearing someone say something about “edibles”.. is.. is that what it was? Did you mistakenly take drugs?! Why weren’t you more careful?!

               -Struggles to carry you home- arm thrown around his shoulder as his arms around your hip, the two of you have to stop every now and again because you’re contemplating everything around you. Once he’s got you home, he immediately tucks you into bed. Of course he went to the group chat to figure out what he should do, and Saeyoung told him to just make sure you slept it off.

               -In the morning he lectured you that you can’t take chocolate from people you don’t know!! Especially if it doesn’t smell right- what in the world made you think it was safe;; Also, now refuses invites to parties because he doesn’t want to take you to another one and have this happen again

*ZEN:

               -HE WAS IN A MOTORCYCLE GANG YOU CAN PRY THE THOUGHT THAT HE’S NEVER DONE DRUGS OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS

               -When stored correctly in an airtight baggy or pill bottle in the correct conditions, it’s possible to preserve ecstasy pills for /years/ at a time.

               -Cue spring cleaning when the two of you are going through old boxes and clothing and you find this small bag full of smiley face shaped things. They looked like shaped sweettarts and those are the type of candies that you eat when you find them, you never go out of your way to get them yourself, so you thought why not. Though it wasn’t sour, it was just really bitter and nasty and there was no way you were going to eat another one

               -But when Zen came in to check on you after finishing his own portion of cleaning, he found you chewing the fabric of your shirt. Why were you chewing your shirt? Were you hungry? Were you focusing? Did you need him to get you some gum??? Stop doing that!!!!

               -When you noticed him come into the room, your face immediately lit up. You gave him the biggest smile you could manage, and you started to welcome him into the room. But welcoming him turned into talking about his clothes. Talking about his clothes led to talking to him about the room. Talking about the room led to talking about him. And talking about him led to a 10 minute long ramble that consisted of repeating “I love you so much” and telling him how gorgeous he was.

               -Of course, that was a favourite topic amongst the two of you normally, but you just seemed… off this time. You seemed… /too/ excited to talk about him. Too in love. Too…. happy

               -He sat down in front of you to take a good look at your eyes and read your actions. You smiled at him all over again and the very second you touched his face he /knew/ what had happened.

               -“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT. MC. RIGHT NOW. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT.” “Zenny~ Get what? Why are you yelling? Oh! Are we cheering? I can cheer! YAY ZEN YA-” “No no, sweetheart, sit down, please.”

               -After fighting to get you to show him what you took, he was mortified. E-ecstasy? Where did you get that? It was his? When did he have this? HOW LONG AGO DID HE CLEAN OUT HIS CLOSET?

               -He got you a styrofoam cup full of water, he knew at some point you were going to be thirsty, /and/ need to chew on something. He didn’t want you to chew on your clothes anymore, nor did he want you to accidently bite your tongue;;

               -For once he’s silent the rest of the day, making sure you’ve got something to chew on, listening to you ramble on and on about how nice the house is and how amazing you thought he was. Definitely made sure to get rid of that baggy… and go through a few other boxes from him gang days to make sure there was nothing else in there. Definitely lectures you on eating things you randomly find in old boxes among other things;

*JAEHEE:

               -MC who in the world thinks accepting any sort of offer in a bathroom is okay??

               -You get offered some chocolate in the bathroom, most people would immediately decline. Who.. who accepts that? MC? Why?

               -You noticed it tasted a little gross but you didn’t want to be rude and spit it out in front of the people offering it to you, so you finished the piece and made your way back to the dinner table where Jaehee was waiting.

               -She was a little concerned when she could smell the drug, but she didn’t think you did anything of the sort, and chalked it up to be someone near your table.

               -However, once your eyes started to turn a little red and glazed over, she decided that you must have truly taken the drug, and paid the bill as quickly as possible so she could get you home.

               -On the walk home was when it really kicked in. You kept telling her how soft her hands were, because you couldn’t remember that you had just told her the exact same thing, word for word.

               -You stumbled a little when you walked and kept trying to sit in the middle of the sidewalk because your legs felt like jelly.

               -At one point you started to cry because you weren’t sure why in the world anyone would drop their half eaten pretzel on the ground and leave it there, where even birds couldn’t reach it to eat. She couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you sounded, though she was still extremely angry that you had taken drugs on your date??

               -Once she got you home and you sat down, she watched as your head would dip down before you snapped it right back up to look at her. Apparently you kept blacking out in the matter of seconds before you woke back up and she wanted you to just lay down and sleep.

               -Figured it couldn’t hurt to ask you just what happened back at the restaurant. You told her about the people in the bathroom who offered you some of their chocolate and you kept giggling because you couldn’t believe someone would be nice enough to just offer some chocolate to a stranger in the bathroom. That’s when it clicked that you had no idea what was hiding within the sweet.

               -Made you sleep it off the rest of the night. You better believe you’re getting one of the biggest, emotion-filled lectures of your life the moment you wake up because she needs to tell you about the dangers of just blindly taking ANYTHING from strangers??? And she also had to explain to you what you had even done? And what was in the chocolate you decided to eat. Momma Jaehee, scolding you 2kforever.

*JUMIN:

               -Being his s/o can be dangerous and let me explain why for just a second

               -Of course, being the s/o of someone as popular (and handsome.. and rich… and powerful..) as Jumin Han, there is not only a lot of attention thrown your way, but there’s always someone who gets jealous (whether of you or of him)

               -So, you always have to be on your toes because you never know what might happen, or what someone might do to you. Of course you have bodyguards but sometimes they can slip up as well.

               -Like, not noticing that someone had slipped something into your drink?

               -Normally, Jumin watches you and your surroundings like a hawk because he’s always concerned for you, but this time even he was distracted talking business with a potential new client and didn’t see it happen.

               -Luckily for the two of you, you had left the party early to head home, but on the way there, whatever you had drank started to kick in.

               -Your legs gave out right before you passed the doorway and he caught you just in time. Completely distraught, and carried you quickly to the couch. Tried to ask you what was wrong, but you couldn’t get the words out of your mouth, all it ended up sounding like was one large mumble. You seemed to struggle to move your limbs until you couldn’t anymore.

               -Immediately called a doctor to make a house visit. He didn’t care how late it was, he’d pay whatever he had to, so long as he could find out what was happening to you. And after the doctors analysis, it was obvious that someone had tried to slip you a Rohypnol without you realizing it, and he was glad he brought you home before anything else had happened.

               -Not only does he increase his security in general, but he assigns a specific body guard to watch your drinks the next time the two of you went out as well as one to stay close by you at all times at said parties.

               -Stays next to you the whole time, never sleeping until you’re able to come to. He blames himself the whole time and cannot help but think of every possible scenario that could have happened to you that night. He knows it isn’t your fault, but he’s still just so worried about you. He’s never been more stressed.

               -He promises to take care of you better from then on. He would never let anyone hurt you again, no matter what it took. The two of you have to hold each other in reassurance (obviously whenever you’re feeling alright and are okay with it, he understands that it’s a scary occurrence and realizes it’s quite possible for you to be jumpy and not want to be touched for a large amount of time afterwards)

*SAEYOUNG:

               -You can’t tell me he doesn’t have various drugs he uses as weapons on missions, you just can’t.

               -He tells you to stay out of the room where he keeps his equipment, but do you listen? Yeah usually

               -But you felt bad that Vanderwood was the one who always had to clean everything, so you decided you would help out and clean a few rooms! His equipment room being one of them.

               -Now, Saeyoung is known to leave food around. Everywhere. And I mean, any type of food as well. Half empty chip bags, week old slices of pizza, a slice of lasagna you made three weeks ago- that’s disgusting Saeyoung.

               -So coming across something that looks almost candy like isn’t really uncommon in your household. Though, whatever you just picked up and decided to throw in your mouth was not… your best decision.

               -A while later, you managed to stumble into the room where Saeyoung was sitting, typing away at his computer. You kept trying to talk but all your words stumbled and you couldn’t think straight. You kept stumbling and felt your knees getting weak. He looked over right as you fell to the ground and he’s never run over to you faster in his life

               -So concerned, he kept asking what was wrong and watched you try to talk, but not only was your mouth unable to move, your body went limp. He recognized the symptoms immediately and called out to Vanderwood to come help the two of you

               -He laid you in bed and got you some water and just tried to get you to sleep- there was no other way to get it out of your system but wait it out

               -Vanderwood came in with a judgmental look on their face, “Did they really just take some random thing they found? Why do you have these lying around, Seven?”

               -When you finally came to, he was so relieved and was constantly apologizing before a switch flipped and he started to scold you. What would possess you to just.. eat something you found? What do you mean it looked like candy? He doesn’t leave food around! Okay.. yes he does.. but really, MC! Why were you in his equipment room? W-why were you turning this around on him? He has that Rohypnol for missions! You could just ask Vanderwood!

               -Vanderwood admits to slipping them to Seven sometimes when they’re done dealing with him, how rude.

*JIHYUN:

               -‘Jihyun would never do drugs!’ -you, probably, at me. Me, at you, dear reader: ‘Rip the thought of it out of my cold, dead hands’

               -Sometimes he just has to calm down, the poor dude has dealt with so much shit and just needs a little help to clear his mind and the tobacco pipe just doesn’t always help.

               -Surprisingly likes sour candy! So he gets some infused sour peach rings and they’re his favourites.

               -But he neglected to tell you that they were infused?? And that you probably shouldn’t eat them?? Nor should you eat more than a few…

               -So when he came home to find you laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, trying to count how many times the fan spun around, he figured pretty quickly that you had gotten into his candy and he sighed

               -He laid down next to you on the ground, watching the fan as well while he asked you what you had eaten to confirm his suspicions. When you told him you had some peach rings, he couldn’t stop the soft laugh that came out afterwards

               -Totally eats a few as well so the two of you can just relax and practically melt into the floor

               -You couldn’t stop talking. Anything and everything that came to your mind came out of your mouth. It was slow and thought out, but still came out. Every word was like heaven to his ears and he felt like he could just float along with your voice

               -The two of you just talk and speculate about the future, about the past, sometimes the two of you come up with extremely odd (but funny) thoughts about the rest of your friends

               -You kept running your hand through his hair and kept telling him just how amazingly soft it felt and he could just tell that you had way more than he had. He had to remember to lecture you not to eat every kind of candy you find.

               -Or… to at least not eat as much as you did. And definitely not do it alone

*SAERAN (or… Ray *insert the eye emoji here*):

               -“MC, here, I made this specially for you.”

               -In the bottle was a bright, blue, sweet smelling liquid. You didn’t know what it was, exactly, but it was obviously very odd.

               -You took the bottle. Ray hasn’t given you any sort of bad vibe or reason to not trust him the whole time you’ve been here. Though, he kept telling you that steps had to be taken to allow you to stay there, with him, for as long as you’d like.

               -“MC,” he started, gently wrapping his hand around your own that held the bottle, “Please. Don’t you trust me? I care about you a lot..” his voice dropped off as he looked from your eyes to the ground.

               -After a deep breath, you broke away from his grip to bring the bottle to your lips. In one fluid motion, you let the sweet tasting liquid run down the back of your throat. It burned a bit going down, but immediately numbed afterwards.

               -You met his eyes, as his face lit up with joy. Eyes started to sparkle, and his smile grew bigger than you’ve seen it the past few days

               -He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to plant a small kiss on your knuckles as he waited for the elixir to kick in. He watched, as you started to lightly shake and threw your hands to your head, holding it and squeezing your eyes shut.

               -Your head started to pound as the room began to spin. Your eyes started to water uncontrollably and you couldn’t make sense of any of your surroundings. Sounds mixed together and seems to scream in your ears. Your breath hitched in your throat and you started to gasp for air.

               -Ray buried his hand into the hair at the back of your head, pulling you close to his chest

               -He placed a small kiss to the top of your head, smirking against your hair softly

               -“You aren’t leaving me, MC.”


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anonymous asked:

For the prompts: "is this your first time?" "So...what are we now?" And "rise and shine, sweet thing." Some prinxiety of you don't mind. ;)

[cough] so I might have made this angsty… sorry? [cough]

Tag list: @zadi-jyne @musicphanpie-b @ajumbleofwords @love-sanders-sides @lostin–translation @holdnarrytight @strange-dark-son @mikey-girl12

Warnings: self-hatred, self-depricating thoughts, mentions of transphobia at the end, physical and verbal fighting (though v little on the physical), angst to fluff ending


They’d been sitting on Virgil’s back porch for just over an hour, silently staring up at the stars, before Virgil finally piped up.

“So… Why are you doing this? I’m clearly not your type–I mean, I’m ‘the epitome of of all things dark’ and you’re… You’re basically glitter personified; just a giant ball of shiny stuff that everyone loves. Did someone set you up to this? Oh, god, is this one of those pranks where you try to get close to me and then humiliate me in front of the school? I thought you were at least better than that.” Virgil’s voice grew bitter and quiet as he stood up and walked to the railing.

Roman’s head snapped to the darkly-clad boy standing a few feet away. “What? No! That’s–I’m not… Why would you even think that?” He moved to stand up when Virgil whipped around, tears streaming down his face.

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anonymous asked:

I have read your works! And I love 'The Stars Incline us, they don't bind us' so muuuuuch. If this is not too much to ask, can you make cherik fic rec? Thank you! Keep writing, awesome!

thank you very much, i’m glad you enjoyed my stuff! :3 

since this blog is exactly 5 years old today, what better occasion is there to do cherik fic rec post, as lurking around cherik fic rec tumblr posts waaay back in the day is actually what originally brought me to tumblr in the first place. the following list is in no particular order, and odds are i like multiple fics by the authors included but i was determined to limit myself to one from each (though in some cases, this was a veeeery close call, haha).

anyway, the actual title of this list is coincidentally the main criteria i used in the interest of not having it stretch on for miles, which is to say:

Cherik Fics Pan Has Reread An Embarrassing Amount Of Times Throughout Her XMFC Fandom Tenure:

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  • I saw someone do this for 17 [I reblogged to the side blog] and decided to do my thoughts then [1st impressions] and now on NCT-
  • Taeil Then: Who? *Inspects 7th Sense MV*
  • Taeil Now: Literally my angel!!! A talent unmatched bitch, that's how he got into Hanyang Uni music program with an odds of 1:400- A kissass who doesn't know kitchen saftety™
  • Hansol Then: ...Does he speak???
  • Hansol Now: Sendin out mixed signals and causing chaos in the fandom :') A cute froggy boi who got hips like no other tho-
  • Johnny Then: Who 2.0????? This basement boy from Chicago with a damn shoelace around his arm in Hide & Freak- ...He fine tho-
  • Johnny Now: A fuckin meme, the type to use gross pick-up lines. He's a dork, but I love him! Y'all heard his soft singin voice?!?!!?!?! A GENTLE GIANT with the best predebut pics.
  • Taeyong Then: Yas, my eyes be open as fuck, you so damn fine boi! And that edgy ass voice... You're going to be the one to send me to the grave-
  • Taeyong Now: A whiny otaku marshmallow who "just wants to be loved"- I don't think there is a sweeter man alive who can transform into TY Darkness™ so damn quick
  • Yuta Then: I don't really know him... *5 months later* OMF DAFUQ HAPPENED TO HIS HAIR?! ...He still pretty hot tho-
  • Yuta Now: My man™ GOD DAMN💦🔞💯 Yas, high-five my Slytherin boiii! Knockin bitches dead left and right
  • Doyoung Then: Ohhh I love that guy! He's handsome... I want him to be my older brother... That thing he does with his voice in the "Oooh yeah" part is my fav-
  • Doyoung Now: A mom. He's annoying- No, I love him actually, such talent and everything~ People be sleeping on his visuals tho...
  • Ten Then: Am I the only one who liked his 7th Sense hair??? I have mixed feelings, he seems thug-
  • Ten Now: A fluffy boi!!! The softest™ Bit of a nasty kiddo who don't wash his hands tho- BFF goals
  • Jaehyun Then: Can't tell if he tol or not... Cool hair tho^^ Knocked over his mic :')
  • Jaehyun Now: Half fuckboi [named Jeffrey] sendin out smirks and winks and half shy boy [Named Jaehyun/Yoonoh] who covers his face in embarrassment after dancing... A real husband, so lovable~
  • Win Then: ...This guy with the fucked up hair? Um? I don't think he had any lines in the song... but he did a flip!
  • Win Now: A pure boi everyone loves! He's so sweet and kind, but has been bewitched by Yuta and is heading down a mysterious path, calling people kissasses... Deserves to be spoiled.
  • Mark Then: OMF HE'S YOUNGER THAN ME!!! LONG ASS RIDE™ MY FELLOW NORTH AMERICAN HOMIE! YOU COOL~
  • Mark Now: The fucking sweetest and kindest, most thoughtful boy who has done more with his life thus far than I will in 20 years... A busy boi who I want to take care of :')
  • Haechan Then: ...He's so young... I didn't know people were born after 2000...
  • Haechan Now: I didn't know people were born after 2000... Got one of those high range voices and is having a fucking Jungkook glow-up- It's happening too fast! Highkey a snake tho, but I'd still spoil him-
omg their letters TT^TT

Shim Changmin to Jung Yunho

To the world’s strongest dancing machine Yunho-hyung,

Hi~ hyung, who am I, I’m the ‘Choikang-debut’ (and a bunch of descriptives that OP didn’t manage to catch), your dongseng, Changmin.

At an happy occasion such as this where we get to be together with our fans, and with hyung looking so happy! Yet, I’m forced to share my feelings to hyung in front of all these people, oh, no, it’s to confess, because I deeply love him. But I can’t help but feel a bit annoyed at SM Ent for making me do it, because as hyung knows, I’m shy in front of strangers. But despite feeling embarrassed and put on the spot, I’ve decided to gather my courage and wrote this letter.

We’ve known each other for almost sixteen years now, although so many things have happend in between, I was able to continue to this day because I conquered it all with hyung. We’ve had many days of happiness, we’ve also had a lot of tiring times, no? So that’s why I believe that it’s because I see my big bro who is by my side always embracing everything with your passion and always putting in the most effort that I was able to continue til today.

Everytime I feel the burning of your passion, it feels like a bubbling oil field from beneath the ground, like an oil field in Texas USA… ah… actually, huyung’s massion is even more incredible than that.

Why? Because oil fields dry up eventually, but hyung’s passion is inexhaustable like energy from the sun. So amazing, my handsome hyung (heart❤)

I’m joking, but in truth as long as I’m with my hung who is so much more innocent, more passionate and more kind-hearted than I am, I believe that we can walk together a further, sparkling future!There are too many things I am thankful to you and my gratitude is too great to put into words, even though I knew this beforehand, but I believe that with hyung there’s nothing we can’t accomplish. So hyung is the most amazing hyung! (hoho^O^).

Ok this embarrassing letter is approaching its end. Hyung, don’t get sick in the future, stay healthy! We’re no longer at that age anymore, so don’t dance so much okay? Even though your passionate stage manners and imposing aura is important, but that kind of passion is too much burden. Our bodies, in specific my body is frail, I’m already worried that it might be falling apart. Even though hyung is a solid and a real manly man, but please don’t forget that I’m a frail and tender, will get blown over by a gust of wind, glass-made Seoul-boy.

No matter the time, let’s always be like the way we are now, a group who will expand out of Asia and aim for the world with best stage and best music, all in all, hyung is the best, absolutely handsome, that is all.

2017 September 24, 

The practice was supposed to start at but hyung is late so am writing a letter instead at 6.02pm and waiting for hyung, Changmin 

P.S.: This life I’m going to exhaust my all til the very end, come next life, maybe we can distribute some of that passion to others, I’m not opposed to reliving this life (shy #∀#)

Jung Yunho to Shim Changmin

To the adorable Chandolla:

Writing a letter like this, it’s a bit embarrassing. Though I’m not good with words, but being able to read the letter out on stage, it’s a new experience.

These fourteen years, no, including trainee era is sixteen years now. We met each other as high schoolers, and the time has passed so quickly. The first time I met Changmin you were still innocent, and all this time, be it hard, or happy, crying, or laughing, you always stood silently by my side, I’m so~ thankful.

Actually, our styles are not the same, and personalities are different as well, us two being TVXQ together is not an easy thing, but when I’m with Changmin, there are always more happy days than hard and trying ones.

When faced with times of adversary, there’s no despair, you always continue on silently in your own way. As time pass I’ve come to understand that this is the real you, who shares the same values as me, and even during hard times always act like it’s fine. Hyung is not very good at expressing feelings, so even if it’s embarrassing, I wouldn’t have made it on my own, because you were there, I was gained so much more strength.

2010 at the CB stage in SMT, was probably the most nervous time bar none, when I held your hand, I had felt, maybe the two of us can set foot on a new path.

Before army service at the Japanese live, I cried like a child, That time, you patted my back and comforted me, right? Changmin seems to have become more dependable than hyung, you make me grow in ways like a rival would, stays by my side like my family would, calming me, looking at you who forces me to turn and re-examine myself, I feel like I’ve grown as well.

TVXQ is almost 14 years old. We who have grown up in the army seem to have become more mature, from now on let’s continue being the charismatic TVXQ, ok? 

Thank you, love you, Changmin-ah! 


170930 Your Present in Seoul

*** translated from a fan who went to live and transcribed their letters to chinese***  

What Are You Afraid Of||Daniel Seavey||Why Don’t We Imagine

Prompt: “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”

“You guys are so mean!” You laugh as the Why Don’t We boys and Logan tease you endlessly. Brenden has the vlog camera pointed at you as you lean into Daniel so you don’t fall out of your chair in laughter.

“Well it’s true!” Logan says, highbrows raised as he grins. 

“When do I ever say ‘Aww, my nails are ruined’ in a high pitched squeaky voice?” 

“Literally all the time!” Corbyn yells, looking up in disbelief. 

“Flashback!” Logan shouts, pointing at the camera, and you have no doubt at least six clips of you were going to play during Logan’s vlog. Your face turns red, and you hide it in Daniel’s shoulder, your hand curling around his shirt as you grip it. 

“Careful not to ruin your nails.” Jack said from the other couch. You whirl around and throw a pillow at his head. 

“Hey!” Logan yells, standing up from his spot next to Jonah. “We do not,” He starts as he reaches a hand down his pants and pulls out a plate. “Throw things in my house!” He shouts and he tosses the plate against the wall like a Frisbee. Your mouth hangs open as the boys erupt in laughter. 

Not ten minutes later at least three more plates are broken on the balcony. No wonder he’s getting kicked out. You think as you watch your boyfriend and Kong run around. Daniel looks back and Kong, smiling like an idiot. You look away for a second and hear a loud thud followed by Kong barking. Turning around, you see Daniel on the ground on his hands and knees in the the broken glass. You hear him swear under his breath. 

“Dani, what the hell? Are you okay?” You panic, rushing over to his side. He sits down, back against the glass barrier. You grab hold of his hands and look at them. Pieces of glass stick out of his palms, blood dripping down his wrists. “Oh my God.” You mumble as you start to clean his hands. You look at his face and find it cold and emotionless. He pulls his hands out of your reach and goes to stand up.

“What are you doing? Let me help you.” You say, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Well clearly not, Daniel. You tripped over air.” You argue, gesturing to the open balcony. He bites on the inside of his cheek and opens the sliding door daintily, walking inside. You watch as he goes into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. 

“What the hell was that?” Corbyn asks, all of the boys looking at you. You shrug and plop down the on the couch next to Zach. 


The next day, Daniel is back to normal; all smiles and laughs. But even if he was better now, you couldn’t stop thinking about how closed off he was before. 

You can’t help but cringe at the feeling of his bandaged hand in yours as the two of you walk down Hollywood Boulevard. You walk into Pinkberry, the other four boys trailing behind you.

“Daniel,” You say his name, staring down at your interlaced fingers. He looks at you. Using his other hand, he sweeps the hair out of you face, making you look up at him. “What happened when you fell? I knew you were clumsy. You didn’t have to feel embarrassed.” His face falls at your words. 

“I just… I don’t want you to see me like that. I want you to think that I can protect you; I want you to feel safe around me. And I don’t know how you can expect me to protect you from harm if I keep hurting myself.” You look at the boy beside you, absolutely baffled. You laugh aloud, holding your hand up to cover your mouth. Jonah and the boys smile at the sound of your laughter, Daniel’s facing holding a sad smile as he watches you.

“That’s ridiculous!” You giggle, wiping a tear from your eye. “Of course I feel safe around you, you goofball.” Daniel wraps you in a hug, your face pressed into his chest. 


You’d only been dating Daniel for two and half months. You’d met when you were walking your dog. You remember seeing a tall boy with a gap in his two front teeth. You remember how his face lit up when he saw Rose, your Golden Retriever and Australian Shepard mixed puppy. At the time, she was only ten weeks old. He instantly fell to his knees to scratch behind her floppy ears. It was one of the cutest things you had ever seen. You remember the baby voice he used to talk to her. When he looked up at you, his beautiful blue eyes widened, taking in your beautiful face. His turned red when he realized the voice you had heard him use. Clearing his throat, he introduced himself to you, scratching the back of his neck nervously. You laughed, thinking he was adorable to a fault. And now, two and a half months later, you still thought the same thing. But now, it was more than his soft hair and cute dimples that kept you at his side. 

Slowly but surely, you found yourself falling in love with him. You’d never felt this way about anyone, and just the thought of love scared you more than you could describe. Growing up in a split household, you didn’t believe in love. When all your friends were talking about their dream weddings, all you could think about was how everything good comes to an end. You didn’t think you’d ever find love, not one that would last anyway. 

So now that you’ve found yourself falling- no, hurdling down a path where all you can see is your love for Daniel, you can’t help but to push it away. If all good things must come to an end, you didn’t want your love for him to start. So you just sit there on the carpet of your bedroom, curled into a ball. You push yourself farther into the corner, wanting to push yourself into the wall, to get away from all of it. You don’t know when it happened, but tears were rolling down your cheeks. They fall silently, your beating heart the only sound in your ears. 

“Y/N?” You don’t need to look up to know who it is. Daniel’s heavy footsteps come closer to you. “Babe, why are you crying?” He asks, pulling your hands away from your face. You look up at him through blurry eyes. 

“I’m afraid, Dani.” You say it plainly, you voice shaking hopelessly. 

“What are you afraid of?” His eyebrows knit together as he looks down at you, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. 

“Of falling in love with you.” The tears stop flowing and all you can see is Daniel’s shocked expression. Eventually, that shocked expression turns into a loving, happy one. He smiles, shaking his head from side to side as he looks down at the carpet. He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Closing his eyes, he rests his forehead against yours. 

“Don’t be scared, Y/N/N. I fell a long time ago.” 

anonymous asked:

TFP Autobots have bot s/o is practically invisible (no one sees them unless they make a sound which they don't. They're as quiet as Soundwave) loves giving kisses on the cheek when they see the bots are stressed or having a bad day?

Did you mean: Ring… Rang… Wrong? I’m not even a little sorry.

{TFP}

Optimus
~Man you must be busy giving this bot kisses because he is 24/7 s t r e s s. I don’t think he sleeps. 
~Loves getting kisses though.
~Won’t say this out loud, but he really doesn’t have to everyone can tell.
~If he’s not too busy he returns the gesture with either a gentle kiss on the lips or a small peck on the cheek.
~It depends on what he’s doing and how busy he is.
~Miko has a picture, just one, of you kissing his cheek while holding his servo.
~Sometimes you catch him off guard and he nearly jumps out of his armor before relaxing and realizing it’s you.
~Enjoys how quiet you are but always loves when you really start talking.
~He thinks you’re amazing, honestly. He doesn’t always voice this, favoritism and shit.

Ratchet
~This bot also needs kisses always because 24/7 stress.
~He doesn’t hate them, but sometimes he just doesn’t want you to.
~It’s distracting and he needs to stay concentrated.
~Almost always flushes a bit when you kiss him.
~Sometimes he returns them sometimes he doesn’t, it depends on how busy he is.
~Never kisses your lips in front of the human children, only on the cheek.
~Miko doesn’t have a picture of the two of you kissing because Ratchet yells at her when she tries.
~You won’t catch him off guard when he’s working, but if he’s not and you come up behind him he yelps.
~Then he yells at you for scaring him but he’s actually just kind of embarrassed.
~He particularly enjoys how quiet you are, because it means he can concentrate more easily.
~Enjoys listening when you start really getting into what you’re talking about.

Bumblebee
~You surprise him with these kisses almost every time.
~Beeps huffily at you for scaring him.
~Bumps his helm to yours to return the kiss, since he hides his mouth.
~Sometimes he lets the guard down and kisses you, but never does this in front of anyone.
~He absolutely adores getting kisses from you, sometimes he’ll even bump his helm to your until you kiss him. Like a cat.
~Sometimes, however, he’s ready for you and turns around and snatches you around the waist and twirls around.
~This causes you to laugh and pepper his faceplates gently in kisses.
~Miko takes a lot of pictures of this.
~He wishes you were a little more open, but he’d never force you to open yourself up.
~Does most of the talking, or beeping, for you, but hot damn does he think you’re adorable when you get really heated about something.

Bulkhead
~You can’t really surprise him with these kisses because, honestly, you probably have to like… climb him.
~He laughs at you.
~It’s pouty kisses then.
~He loves getting kisses from you though and does let you know.
~Returns them always. He doesn’t want to miss a chance to kiss you, it may be his last after all.
~He’ll never tell you that though so unless you catch on you probably don’t actually know.
~Will straight up ask you to kiss him.
~Sometimes picks you up and lets you sit on his shoulder, if you’re a bot that’s small enough to do so.
~Miko takes pictures when he’s does this.
~He loves to listen to you talk about the things you love.
~Probably embarrasses you and makes you lose your train of that because of how he’s looking at you or he called you adorable.

Arcee
~She pretends she doesn’t care if you do it or not.
~You didn’t do it once and she was huffy the rest of the day so you know better.
~She especially likes soft lip kisses, they’re more intimate without being inappropriate.
~Sometimes she returns the cheek kisses with a soft bump of her helm or a return kiss to the cheek, but it is very rare.
~She does always hold your servo in her own though.
~Always share a kiss before a mission.
~Miko takes a few pictures of before mission kisses.
~Will ask for a kiss, but only in private.
~Sometimes she wishes you’d open up a little more, but isn’t going to force you to.
~Does a lot of talking for you, if you want her too, because she understand you either don’t want to or can’t.
~Really loves when you talk about the things you love. Smiles the entire time unless someone points out that she smiles and then she denies it and forces herself to frown.

Wheeljack
~If you sneak up behind him, regardless of whether or not you scared him, he’ll pull you in front of him or into his lap if he’s sitting and give you a good, firm kiss.
~Smirks at you when you get dizzy from the kiss.
~Really you’re so damn quiet and hearing just isn’t that good anymore you sneak up on him pretty often.
~Sometimes he tries to hit you, thank god for fast reflexes.
~If he ever does hit you he gets mad at himself and then apologizes like 16,000 times.
~Loves kisses though. 
~Will ask for them.
~Or just straight steal one.
~He’s favorite kisses are long, firm, and maybe a little inappropriate. Especially if you’re in front of Magnus.
~Gets embarrassed if you kiss his servo, flushed face and a stutters juuussst a bit.
~Miko has one picture of the two of you kissing with you in his lap.
~You have to speak up sometimes for him to hear him, especially after a bomb so sometimes you can’t always be quite around him.
~You probably accidentally yelled in Magnus’ face after growing accustom to talking louder to Wheeljack.
~He laughed for six years.

Smokescreen
~Frag you’re so damn cute.
~You probably scare him a lot because he’s just never prepared for when you come up behind him to kiss him or hug him.
~Has probably elbowed you in the stomach… a lot. You don’t really feel it anymore.
~He loves the kisses, though he does get embarrassed every time you do it.
~Returns the kiss every single time.
~You two are almost always side by side so sometimes small kisses turn into a fight to see who can make the other more embarrassed.
~These are always put to an end either by Magnus or Optimus. Mostly Magnus.
~He’s the best at stealing kisses straight up out of no where.
~You two are the worst.
~Miko has no pictures of you two kissing, though she really wants one dammit.
~His favorite kiss is a kiss to the back of his servo or yours.
~The most embarrassing is a kiss where you’ve had you’re forehelms together for a little while and you just suddenly swoop in.
~You two really balance out being that he talks a lot and you just don’t.
~However no one ever believes he can be quiet until they watch him go completely silence, starry opticed, listening to you speak heatedly.

Ultra Magnus
~You’ll get berated if you kiss him in front of the others, though his face will be flushed.
~He never actually stops you, only ever tells you not to.
~He’s big, there’s no sneaking up on him, you have to either climb him, tackle him, or ask him to bend down.
~Miko has a picture of you on the tip of your pedes kissing his cheek as he bends down to allow you to do so.
~He really does love the kisses, especially when he’s stressed they help him out.
~Sometimes actually asks for kisses, but mostly in private.
~However you do sometimes sneak up on him, not for kisses, just for hug or something. He yelps and you laugh at him.
~He’ll be embarrassed about it for six years.
~Especially if you tease him.
~He likes that you’re quiet sometimes, but other times he wishes you’d assert yourself a little more.
~He watches you lovingly as you speak heatedly about things you believe in or love.

when i was five, and romance didn’t exist for boys, it did exist for me. “she’s going to break hearts one day,” people said, speaking about me over my head. i smiled, because that is something little girls are supposed to be pleased to hear.

when i was six i was supposed to kiss my best friend because he was a boy, and when i wouldn’t, he pushed me down hard enough that my palms bled. he said if i told a teacher, he’d tell everyone i kissed him and i was bad at it. i washed off in the school’s bathroom sink and cried about it all through recess.

at eight, i stopped wearing dresses because i couldn’t turn cartwheels in them. “a tomboy,” somebody said about me, over my head, as if i couldn’t hear them. i said, “i don’t want to be a boy,” and they laughed. “we know, sweetness.” i said, “i’m not sweet, i’m serious,” and they laughed again. “you’re cute,” they said. i smiled at that, because that’s something little girls are supposed to be pleased to hear.

at nine, i had too many friends that were boys. “i don’t like it,” my father said, standing in the kitchen. i didn’t understand it. “your body is going to start changing soon, and i don’t want those boys looking at you. i don’t like it,” he’d repeat. we moved away that summer. i lost everybody.

when i was eleven, my teacher took me out of the classroom and asked me to put on another layer because even though it was hot in there, all of the boys were staring at the little forming bumps on my chest. i remember embarrassment spiking down my spine like lightning. i begged my mother to take me bra shopping. it was terrible there, in those bright stores with bright lights and beautiful women with tight thighs. it was terrible and embarrassing to touch or look at or even think about these things.

at thirteen, my best guy friend wrestled me to the ground and covered me in kisses no matter how much i asked him to stop it. “it’s supposed to be like this,” he kept repeating, “just stop struggling.” he told me i was pretty and lovely and that boys and girls can’t be friends. he told me to stop being so mad at him, that little girls are supposed to be pleased about these things.

the same winter, i was catcalled for the first time in my whole life. i jumped when the car pulled up by my side. they said “baby” over my head as if i wasn’t who they were discussing. i didn’t smile about it. i had to sit down to stop myself from vomiting. 

when i was fifteen, half of my friends were boys. my best friend was in love with me. he told me i was breaking his heart. he said that if i didn’t love him back, he’d have nothing to live for anymore. the story with the rest of them is all the same. either they left me or they thought they fell in love with the idea of somebody i wasn’t.

that summer when i was sad - and i was sad categorically, always - i tried reaching out. when i turned to the boys, all i heard was, “don’t cut, you’re beautiful,” “don’t kill yourself, you’re so pretty,” “think of the scars, sweetie,” “when you cut yourself, i’m the one who starts bleeding.” i didn’t smile, although i think girls are supposed to be pleased to hear these things. i didn’t know how to say: i don’t feel beautiful, and even if i did, what i’m doing to myself has nothing to do with you, or what i look like, or how fuckable i am to you. instead i told them i was fine, and fixed, and nothing bad was happening.

when he broke my heart, it was because i told him no. when he left, i cried because it hurt to watch my best friend go. when he left, he said that he’d never liked me for my soul: only for my curves, the only real way to measure worth in a girl.

at sixteen, i had only girl friends. they were gentle, and different, and walked me through things. they held my hand when classes got too loud for me, and it meant friendship. they kissed me on the cheeks when i was crying, and it meant friendship. they slept next to me and it was friendship in the way i wasn’t used to. i was used to “stop being a tease,” to “why are you doing this to me.” it was just friendship, and it was excellent.

i was called a dyke, a lesbian, a man-hater. i thought of the men who had hurt me, who had spoken over my head, who had given me their full opinion even though i never asked for it. i was hated by basically everyone. i was sad and lonely so often that i often thought i’d never feel happy again.

at nineteen, in college, i had friends who were boys again, because college boys are supposed to be old enough to see you as a person. they all called me Steve, short for Steven. at first i thought it was some kind of inside joke, that it was cute, that it meant they loved me the way i loved them all. one day while we were both drunk, i asked one of them why they wouldn’t just say my name. he laughed. he said, “god, you’re going to hate me when i explain.” he said that they’d all formed an agreement behind my back that none of them would fuck me, that if i was going to be one of the bros, i couldn’t be a girl to them. i could only be seen as a boy if i wanted to be their friend. he said this all while staring at a point over my head, and tried to kiss me at the end. when i pushed him away, he said, “sorry, steve,” took a breath, “but if i start seeing you as a girl, i’m gonna try to kiss you again.”

i said, “i don’t want to be a boy, though,” and he laughed again.

he said, “i know, sweetie.”

at twenty-two, i am sick of boys who are “nice,” who are “not like other boys,” who are offended when i don’t immediately trust their intentions. i have been hurt over and over and over again. i only talk to about three of my boy friends and the rest i lost because i dared not to fuck them. 

at the same time, i kept most of my girl friends. i have had crushes on most of them. it never impacted our relationships. even girls who are gay like i am know that being friends doesn’t mean i owe them. they hold my eyes when i talk to them. 

i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i love so many people, and many boys are wonderful and charming and excellent. i’m sorry i flinch away from a friendship. i’m sorry i will be cold and unaffectionate and scared of getting too close

it’s just that, since i was five, i was told i break hearts.

—  girls don’t owe you shit, dude: a polite reply to a post which inadvertently blames girls for distrusting the affections of a guy friend // r.i.d

thebeth02  asked:

Hi! I really like your account and I had a couple questions. I'm starting high school soon and I'm kinda worried over it and some other things, do you have any tips or advice? If you don't that's fine. Oh and, who's your favorite paladin?

Hi hi back!! Thank u for the kind words!!! :3c And to answer your question, if I had to choose a favorite Paladin, it would probably be Allura! I love Keith but by GOD he frustrates me sometimes. Anyway, onto the advice!!

Middle school and high school are VERY different, but the differences tend to be either incredibly obvious or more subtle. Like, the kind of subtleness where you’re in sophomore year and you look around you and you think ‘hm. Sixth grade feels very far away.’

Because you’re starting high school I’ll only focus on freshman year, if that’s okay!

For the most part, freshman year is like a underhand throw. They’re trying to ease you into things. High school, after all, means waking up at the most ridiculous hour of your life, depression, and puberty Really starting to take off. For the most part, adults know that you’re going through more stuff than school at the moment. But it’s up to the individual teacher to decide how understanding they’re going to be.

Now where to start… How about academics? If you care about your grades, freshman year is essential for starting off on the right foot. Most of your science/math/English placement was probably decided in middle school, but your freshman year is where you prove where you belong. Basically: you will probably stay at that level of math/science/English for all four years of high school unless you bust your ass and study and move up. (And by that, I don’t mean moving up a math level during the school year, I mean qualifying for honors math for sophomore year, etc.)

If you don’t really care about that sort of thing, okay. But if you want to be in all honors classes or AP classes for your junior and senior year, you need to start working immediately. My biggest regret of high school is that I spent my freshman/sophomore/part of junior year working in an aimless direction, and just went with the flow. Which was fine at the time, but it came back to bite me in the ass once I reached the end of my junior year and started the college process. You don’t have to commit yourself to one specific college from the moment you turn 14. But if you want to go to a good college, or if you want to win scholarships, you have to start planning and working towards that. I don’t mean to give you a lot of anxiety, but my high school was Very competitive and honestly pretty toxic, and it’s influenced my viewpoint.

On a lighter note, take the time to look at all the available classes, even the ones you can’t take yet. If you like biology, consider taking honors/AP bio as an upperclassmen, and plan accordingly for that. What prerequisites do I need to complete? Do I have to be at a specific level for math/science? When am I eligible for the class? That sort of thing.

Also: finish your requirements as fast as possible!!! I hate art classes, and I put them off until my junior year, which was a Mistake because junior/senior year is The Year Of Electives. Well, at least in my school. So instead of taking tons of cool electives, I had to take this goddamn photoshop class to fulfill my requirement. Freshman year me was thrilled about having a free period every day; junior year me cursed my fourteen-year-old self. God. Hindsight really is 20/20.

Another thing… teachers! Try to be kind to your teachers. Unless they’re raging assholes who spit toxic one-liners or seem to single you out in class just to embarrass you. Those teachers can burn in hell. But for the most part, high school teachers are either pretty nice or completely neutral. Any supposed ‘evilness’ will most likely be your angsty hormonal self projecting on them. For example, I hated my freshman year geometry teacher. I thought she was a b word, I thought she was incapable of teaching, I thought she was annoying. In hindsight, I was just shitty at geometry and took out my frustration on her. I joined my classmates in mocking her and the class behind her back, and my convinced 'holier than thou’ self decided I was too important to ever stoop to the level of asking her for help. Because of my big ego, I only got a B+ in math, and it started a pattern for the rest of high school.

Like… there’s honestly no point in making fun of teachers. Yeah, it’s fun to do, and it helps you bond with classmates but… it also gets in the way of you asking for help. Which, by the way, I cannot emphasize enough: always ask for help. Especially during your first few weeks of school, because again: freshman year will set a lot of patterns for the rest of your high school career. It is essential that you ask for help. Sure, your teacher scribbled some comments in the margins of you B- paper, but she was also grading 30+ other papers at the same time. Do you really think her comments are deep enough for you to fully understand where you went wrong? Ask to meet with her, comb over your paper with her, and walk away with a better understanding of how to write papers. Advice and knowledge like this can only help you in the long run. Suck up your pride and push it down; you’ll be better for it.

I focused a lot on academics so let me touch on some other things… like puberty! For the most part, that ball started rolling for everybody back in middle school. But it’s in high school that you really start to see those hormones get expressed. Everyone goes through puberty, and life, at their own pace. Sometimes you’ll feel like you’re falling behind, but you’re not. It’s not a competition. This would be the world’s shittiest race otherwise. Don’t worry about others, and focus on yourself. If you don’t feel comfortable asking questions about your changing body (because lord knows the American education system will never have an actually effective sex Ed course), google it!! There are always answers for those who search them out. Again: worry about yourself.

Another thing: friends! High school is a place where you’re going to meet a lot of new people all at once. You will make new friends. It’s statistically impossible for you to not make a new friend. If you want to speed up the process, join clubs! You’re a freshman, so no one actually expects you to maintain a totally active presence. Do what you can, drop what you can’t, and carry on. Also: the people you were friends with in middle school may not stay friends with you in high school. I ended up drifting away from most of my middle school friends; I still hang out with them, but we’ve lost a lot of closeness. It’s sad, but it happens, and the only thing you can do is move forward. Every lost friendship makes room for two new ones. I can honestly say that the bonds I made in high school were 10x stronger than the ones I made in middle school. And any close friendships I kept from middle school also became 10x stronger by senior year. My theory is that everyone is their worst self during middle school :p if your group can survive that, you can survive anything.

Finally… some health tips! Take care of yourself. It’s important to try to eat as healthy as you can as early as you can. Again, and I know I’m repeating myself, it helps you in the long run. Make sure to drink plenty of water and do not. I repeat, do NOT. Pull all-nighters when you don’t have to. The all-nighters I pulled during middle and early high school have ruined me. Also, don’t drink coffee. You will get addicted. All my friends are coffee addicts and it’s honestly disturbing how much they rely on a simple beverage. Drink hot chocolate instead, if you must! I love Dunkin’ Donuts. :3c

Anyway, this is a bunch of general advice/tips. If there’s something specific that’s bothering you, feel free to hit up my dms at any point!! I may not be fast, but I’m sure to respond. I like helping :3c

Without The Suit

Warnings: A big sad Peter rip

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: A tiny bit of angst but lots of fluff~

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I absolutely loved this request, I reeeally hope I did it justice and wrote it to your standards

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Peter Parker was everything to you. He was your boyfriend, your companion, and most importantly your best friend. You trusted him with your deepest darkest secrets and he trusted you with his. That’s why, after only a month of dating, Peter decided to tell you that he was the spider themed hero that the entire school was constantly talking about.

It was the middle of the night and you woke up to someone tapping loudly on your window. You sat up slowly, still half asleep. When you saw who it was you felt your stomach drop and suddenly every part of you was wide awake. Spider-man was hanging upside-down outside and was waving at you.

“Oh my god, no way!” you whispered. You quickly opened the window, allowing the masked figure to gracefully climb inside your bedroom. You couldn’t help but stare as he stood before you. He looked so intense and bold that you had to remind yourself that you weren’t still dreaming.

The mood was ruined almost immediately as Spider-Man went to lean against your bed frame but misjudged the distance and ended up stumbling over, knocking the lamp off of your bedside table.

“Shit, sorry!” he exclaimed as he fumbled around trying to put everything back to the way it was. You froze, putting the pieces together in your mind. You would have recognized his voice anywhere. You had listened to that voice talk for hours and hours at a time. It was the voice that calmed you down after every bad day and made you feel at ease.

“Peter?” you murmured. Spider-man nodded slowly, pulling back his mask to reveal your very own boyfriend. Your heart stopped and it took every ounce of self control not to throw yourself into his arms.

“Surprise!” he said with a grin. You were definitely surprised to say the least. Peter sat down on your bed and patted the spot next to him inviting you to join. The two of you talked the entire night, you listening to his exciting stories about fighting crime as Spider-Man. You didn’t think you could admire that boy any more than you already did but man were you wrong.

Everything changed after that night. For one thing, you had to bite your tongue every time you overheard girls talking about their crushes on Spider-Man. Peter made you swear not to tell anyone and you wouldn’t dare break that promise. At the same time, you were much more in tune with the news and gossip about him. Not to be weird but there was something about seeing Peter in that suit that got you going, and knowing that it was your boyfriend behind the mask made it even better.

“Peter have I ever told you how awesome it is that you’re Spider-Man?” you asked one day when you were hanging out at his house.

“I-I think you’ve mentioned it,” he said, his ears turning pink. You giggled, loving how embarrassed he got when you brought it up.

“Every single girl out there wishes she could date a superhero, how did I get so lucky?” You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek and he laughed.

“I think I’m the lucky one here,” he said with a grin. “Anyway, I think I should get going. There’s some stuff I have to take care of…”

“Say no more,” you said, standing up. “Be careful though.”

“Trust me, I always am,” he replied and grabbed his backpack. You both went your separate ways, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit odd about it. You were always nervous that Peter was going to get hurt while he was gone, but for some reason you couldn’t shake the bad feeling you had about tonight. You ignored it and headed home, knowing that whatever it was Peter could handle it.

A few hours later your mom came knocking on your bedroom door. She told you that Peter was there and that he wanted to see you. Your face lit up just like it did every time the two of you were together. However, when you laid eyes on your boyfriend your spirits fell immediately. His eyes were puffy and his face was red and you could tell he had been crying. He was wearing a t-shirt that was at least two sizes too big and some pink Hello Kitty pajama pants, looking absolutely miserable.

“Peter!” you cried. “What happened? Are you hurt?” He shook his head, avoiding your gaze.

“Y/N I… I have something I need to tell you,” he said in a low voice.

“Okay,” you said. “You can tell me anything.” He swallowed nervously and took a deep breath. He balled up his fists and looked anywhere other than at at you. You walked over and wrapped your arms around him. He stood as still as a statue and you could feel his uneven breathing and rapid heart rate as you pressed yourself against his chest.

“Peter, it’s alright,” you whispered. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to it’s just that I-”

“Mr. Stark took my suit,” he burst out suddenly, his voice cracking. You looked up at him, his eyes finally meeting yours. They were filled with tears, and your heart broke.

“Aw Pete I’m so sorry,” you said, and you meant it. You knew that being Spider-Man was a big part of his life and that Tony was someone that he idolized. Peter stared at you for a moment blinking furiously before absolutely breaking down.

“Y/N I-I can’t…” he stammered before letting out a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m n-nothing without the suit. If I don’t have the suit, I can’t do anything. I’m not cool, I’m not impressive, I’m not interesting and oh god please just…. Please don’t leave me.” He got quieter and quieter as he went on, pleading with you.

“Why would I leave you?” you said softly. “Listen to me when I tell you that you mean the entire world to me. Sure, Spider-Man is a hero and stuff but so what? Peter Parker is funny, brilliant, and caring. Not to mention he’s incredibly cute and brave and sweet. Get it through your head that I’m not in love with Spider-Man. I’m in love with you. I have been since the day we met.”

“B-But you seemed to like me so much more when I had the suit on,” he mumbled. “Everyone does. If I’m not wearing it then no one cares about me.” You sighed and reached out to wipe the tears off of his cheeks. He closed his eyes at your touch, looking completely broken and defeated.

“Peter, I’ve always cared about you. I don’t like you any less or any more when you have the suit on. I like you all the time, your clothes don’t change who you are. I loved you then and I love you now. Never in a million years would I ever leave you, especially not over something like this.” By the time you had finished talking you were crying too, and from the look on his face you could tell that Peter believed you. He finally pulled you in closer and the two of you stood there together for a while in silence.

“I’m sorry I overreacted,” Peter said, finally finding his voice. “I just… I’m so scared of losing you, you know? For a while I thought being Spider-Man and impressing Mr. Stark was the most important thing in my life, but now…” He trailed off, his grip around your waist tightening a tiny bit as he kissed the top of your head.

“Y/N you’re my whole world.”

anonymous asked:

Stop being a fucking whiny girl and just post the ML Stuff. Your blackout is the most idiotic thing ever. Just throwing a tantrum won't stop people from reposting. They don't care about this, they will continue to not care about this. And we will not reblog from you because you won't post art for two weeks. Protesting and doing nothing or just whining about things won't change things. God, all of you are really stupid.

Woah, ok. First of all, RUDE. 

Second. I don’t owe you anything Anon. You want a comic? You want ML art and LadyNoir fluff? 

THEN TREAT ME WELL AND ASK NICELY. 

Harassing me will only make me NOT want to post anything, blackout or not. I might even decide that I don’t wanna post anything ML related ever again (like many artists before me have). And it’d be your loss, not mine. I enjoy drawing and I can continue to do so without having to share my art publicly. I post when I want and I post what I want to post. I won’t churn out art just because you come whining to my inbox about it. If anything, I’d even risk it to say it is you who owe me.

Third. Everyone knows the blackout won’t stop reposters completely, and that’s okay. We’re not targeting reposters anyways. We’re targeting fans. Fans who are incredibly kind people and who will support content creators because they are smart enough to know that a community where content creators feel safe is a community that will live on despite hiatus or the show being canceled or whatever. We want to reach those who can gain awareness of the problem within the fandom, those who we are sure will care and who will start to help each other out when a reposter does his thing. People who will hopefully join the fight against reposting culture no matter the fandom they see it in.

Because yes, reposting is bad. But reposters thrive and are popular because there’s people who follow their pages and give them likes. (Most of times without those people knowing the pages they follow are not of an original artist). But thank you Anon, thanks to people like you going around we can start discussion. We can make example of rude people to teach others what not to do.

People will learn to see the difference between a page with original content and a reposter’s page… Between a kind person who makes an art request and a cowardly and entitled whiny dumbhat who hides on Anon because they are not getting what they want. 

Those who like what we do, and want us to keep creating stuff for them to see will support the original creators, always. 

After all… reposters can’t keep a fandom alive. That’s a job only content creators can do.

So thank you Whiny Anon, for giving me an opportunity to talk about my thoughts regarding these matters. I advise you to actually inform yourself about what the blackout really is about before you go and embarrass yourself any further.

Who Says

Characters: Alpha Steve Rogers x Beta Cherry Bomb

Who says things have to be the way they are? Who says things have to follow the natural order of things? Who says you can’t be with the one you love even though they might not be what was intended for you?

A/N: I really have no clue what the fuck I’m doing. And I’m so sorry. This probably sucks and I promise I’ll never write another A/B/O fic again. Everything I know about the Omegaverse, I picked up from fics I’ve read and from the A/B/O Wikipedia page. The core idea stuck with me and it wasn’t until I read a wonderful fic by @sherrybaby14 that I became inspired. And I’d really like to thank @ursulaismymiddlename for answering my Omegaverse questions and having confidence in me that this doesn’t, in fact, suck.

Angst. Smut. Feels. Some fluff if you squint.

“Ok, sweetheart. You’re cut off.” The bartender tapped Cherry’s head where it lay on the bar.
“I’m not drunk, Larry. You just activated the spin cycle on the bar.”
He chuckled. “Oh lord. Cherry, go out to the beer garden and get some air before you throw up.”
“Yes, Larry.”
“Want me to call him?” She groaned and pouted, slumping her shoulders back like a toddler in a tantrum as she trudged out to the low lit beer garden. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Larry picked up her phone from where it lay by her purse as he moved them both behind the bar. “What’s your unlock code!”
“0-7-0-4.”
“His fucking birthday, Christ, girl.” The burly bartender unlocked her phone and thumbed up the ICE contacts and dialed ‘Captain Stevie Bear’.
“What’s up, firecracker? How’s the date going?”
“Not so good by the state of her.”
Steve sighed down the line. “Who is this? Where is she? And is she alright?”
“This is Larry, bartender at the Steel Horse and I’m wondering why you didn’t recognize my voice. I’m hurt, Captain Rogers.” Steve chuckled. “She’s alright, I guess. Definitely drunk off her ass.”
Steve grunted. “I’ll be right there. Don’t let her leave.”
“Wouldn’t think of it, sir.” Larry ended the call and tucked the phone in her purse and waited for Captain America to come to Cherry Bomb’s rescue.

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Day 4: Love Potion

A day late (well, two) and a dollar short, but finally managed something for omgcp 14 days of love :)



Dex was trying to ignore the buzzing of his phone. Obviously something was going on in the group chat, but he had a huge project due in two days and couldn’t afford any distractions. His phone kept vibrating - Holster had probably found a new meme he had to share or something - and he threw it on to his bed where at least the buzzing would be muffled. It worked for about 2 minutes, until his phone rang. Grumbling, he rolled his chair over to the bed and picked it up. He frowned when he saw Bitty’s name.

“Bitty? Listen, if it’s Betsy, I’m really busy right now, can I come -”

“Dex. You need to come to the haus right now. It’s Nursey.” Bitty’s voice was firm.

“Is he okay?” Dex bolted out of his chair and shoved his shoes on, halfway out the door before Bitty could answer.

“He’s -” Yelling in the background cut him off.

“Bitty! Bits! Eric! Where did you goooooooooo?”

“I’ll explain when you get here, okay Dex? He’s not injured, but I need help.”

“Already halfway there Bitty, don’t worry.” Dex hung up and started to run in the direction of the Haus.

When he arrived at the Haus, he could hear Bitty in the kitchen and what sounded like Nursey and Chow somewhere in the area of the living room. “Bitty?”

“Dex, thank goodness.” Bitty popped his head out of the kitchen. “Come here.”

“What’s going on?” Dex asked warily.

“Just look.” Bitty walked him through to the living where, sure enough, he had heard Nursey and Chowder. Nursey was sprawled on the floor, Chowder on top of Nursey, trying to hold him in place. His arms and legs were flailing all over the place, and Chowder looked like he was having trouble keeping the limbs away from him.

“What.” Dex said flatly.

“Oh hey Dex,” Nursey said, his voice completely normal until he caught sight of Bitty. “Bitty! Eric! Why do you keep leeeeeaving meeeeee? Tell Chow to get off! Bittyyyyyyyyyy! Save me, you beautiful man! I’ll do all your dishes for the rest of my life, I’ll buy you all the good butter, pleeeeeeaaaaaseeeeee.”

“What.” Dex repeated. Chow had been silent through most of this, but finally managed to clap a hand over Nursey’s mouth and silence some of the noise.

“Bitty! Kitchen! Now! Explain there!” Chowder hissed, rearranging himself to pin down Nursey’s flailing left arm.

Bitty hustled Dex back into the kitchen, where Dex stared at him while Bitty stirred something on the stove.

“What did I just see?”

“Did you give Nursey a box of chocolates today?” Bitty asked, ignoring the question.

“Uh no, Nurse hates chocolate for his birthday.” Dex scoffed. “Wait, why? What’s going on?”

“Someone left him this box of chocolates,” Bitty pushed the box towards him - Dex hadn’t even noticed it on the counter - and continued, “He brought them here and ate a few and then…” he shrugged.

“Bitty, that sounds like a love potion.” Dex said. Bitty nodded. “Bitty, Derek’s an elf. He’s immune.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Bitty said, his nose wrinkling. “But they used unicorn blood.”

Dex sniffed at the chocolates, recoiling when he smelled the same thing Bitty had. “And you asked me if I gave them to him!?”

“I asked Chowder too,” Bitty said. “Because when a love potion is made with unicorn blood, it doesn’t have any effect any on people the user already has feelings for, and he said he had one before he saw you this morning and that didn’t have any effect. And there wasn’t any effect when he saw Chowder.” He glanced at Dex, whose ears were slowly turning red. “Anyways, I thought it might have been a prank, and you just didn’t realize they were made with unicorn blood - I don’t think you would have been able to smell it through the packaging, it’s pretty faint.”

“So how do we fix it? Just wait for it to wear off or…?”

“Please, no.” Bitty scoffed. “We all have things to do today and I can’t expect Chowder to keep sitting on him. The antidote is almost done.” He gestured towards the stove. “I just need you two to keep Nursey occupied. And he might want a friendly face around afterwards, love potions can be kind of embarrassing.”

“Most people don’t find my face friendly,” Dex told Bitty, smiling so his fangs showed.

“You know what I mean,” Bitty said, rolling his eyes. “Now go help Chowder with Nursey while I finish this. It should only be a few more minutes.”

Dex nods at Bitty, watching him flick the wooden spoon into a slow stir before he turns back to his potion book, the pages flipping in front of him while he looks between that and his phone, probably texting Jack about the whole silly situation. Reassured that Bitty had everything under control, he headed back to the living room.

Nursey has calmed down, though he’s not sure if it’s because Bitty is out of sight or because Chow is sprawled out on top of him, licking his paw.

“Really Chow? A lion? What if one of the frogs walks in here, you’re going to give them a heart attack.”

Chowder blinks slowly at him, then goes back to licking his paw as if to say “whatever”.

Dex plops down next to Nursey, who smiles up at him.

“Hey Nursey, you got yourself into some trouble huh?” Dex poked the other boy’s cheek.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Nursey pouted. “I thought the chocolates were from you.”

“You hate chocolates on your birthday,” Dex pointed out.

“Yes but I like chocolate in general, so…” Nursey tried to shrug, but had a hard time considering he was pinned to the living room floor by a Chow-lion.

“You’re an idiot,” Dex told him. “Come on, let’s get you on the couch while we wait.”

“What are we waiting for, is Bitty coming back?”

“Oh my god,” Dex didn’t know whether he wanted to slap Nursey or feel bad for him.

Dex and Chowder managed to get Nursey to the couch, where Dex sits on his legs and Chow, now a lynx, curls up on his chest while they wait. Dex flicked idly through the channels before settling on ESPN. They made it halfway through a Top 10 Countdown before Dex’s phone vibrated.

“Be cool Sodapop, lover boy is coming,” Dex told Nursey. Chowder shifted back and grabbed Nursey’s arms before he could flail himself off the couch.

“Dex, why would you tell him that? He’s yours for the rest of the night, I swear.”

Bitty poked his head into the living room. “Safe to come in?”

“Yeah, we got him,” Chow said, talking over Nursey’s whining, “Come on in.”

Bitty brought a glass of green liquid with him and held it out to Nursey. “Hey Derek, this is for you.”

“Aw Bitty, you made me a drink! Thank you!!” Nursey took it without hesitation and gulped it down, nearly choking on the last sip as he realized how terrible it tasted. “Are you trying to poison me!?”

“That’s an antidote, actually,” Chowder told him as Nursey’s face turned slightly green. “You ate chocolates dosed with a love potion that actually works on elves.”

“And then you fell in love with Bitty,” Dex told him gleefully.

“At least he would cook for me,” Nursey stuck his tongue out. “Wait, why Bitty and not you?”

“That potion only works on people you don’t already have feelings for,” Bitty told him, glancing quickly at Chowder and then Dex.

“Uh, speaking of that,” Chowder said quietly, “I think we have something we should tell you.”


Nursey = Elf
Dex = vampire
Chowder = shapeshifter
Bitty = kitchen witch (duh)

Nursey is def. a cat person so Chow stayed with cat-like animals for him cause he’s a good guy like that

anonymous asked:

If they were vampires like Twilight (plz don't hit me!) which "gifts" do you think the diaboys would have? Like, powers.

Haha it’s okay! This is actually pretty interesting! I wrote this in a very dark way so… Careful ┗(・o・)┛

~Sakamaki~

♥Shu: This guy probably would be able to control his surroundings. I mean, being with a lot of noisy, annoying people around him, with just a flip of his fingers everyone would suddenly calm down. Or, I extreme cases, they’d be put right to sleep. He wouldn’t have the power to wake them up, though.

♥Reiji: He would have the power to bend someone else’s will. They would obey every order that comes from his lips. A willing, obedient servant, but on the inside a conscious human who’s struggling to free their body, their pained limbs, from such enchantment.

♥Ayato: He’d be capable to make a human feel absolutely devoted to him. They wouldn’t need anyone else, just him. On their eyes, he’s great, splendorous, powerful, the best. They’d be loyal and humble, just to serve their king… Or their god.

♥Kanato: Simply touching with his hand, he could rip off your soul from your body and save it for later (maybe for times when he wants you to be responsive), leaving your body as an empty shell. Thanks to his power your body wouldn’t rotten, making you an excellent doll with blood still running through her veins.

♥Laito: He for sure would be able to make a specific women near him feel a sudden burst of lust, just by looking at her. That way, everything would be consensual, right? Not even the purest angel would get away from his hypnotic gaze… Ruining something that once was so beautiful would be so fucking easy for him.

♥Subaru: I think his physical strength would significantly increase. He could kill you just by laying a finger on you, because he wouldn’t know how to control himself. For example, if the thirst is too unbearable, he’d literally chomp your neck, killing you instantly. Oh well… More blood for him to drink.

~Mukami~

♥Ruki: You should ask yourself where did those hot chains hugging your body came from. Did they came from the ground or just… Well, you wouldn’t be able to think straight, as you feel your head weigh even more, and your skin going suddenly pale… Is he absorbing your blood from the distance? Of course. The Master wouldn’t bother to dirty his clothes. Seems he turned you into a livestock.

♥Kou: Mind invasion. He would read your thoughts, dig into the deepest parts of your psyche, knowing who you truly are, your most horrid and embarrassing secrets being exposed… And the worst part is that you would feel that he’s inside you head, excavating every corner of your brain until there’s nothing left for him to know about you. You can’t just get him out… He came to stay.

♥Yuma: Yuma basically would have the gift to make things grow. It’d come very handy to his garden… Harvesting a fresh tomato when he just planted the seeds minutes ago. Flowers too, making them bloom and then whither in just seconds. But he should be extra careful with you because, who knows… Maybe he could turn you into dust and bones in a few seconds too.

♥Azusa: Just by looking at you, he’d make you feel the worst physical pain ever. It’d be so unexpected, so shocking. You were standing there in front of him, and you suddenly find yourself on the floor curling up like a ball, trying to breathe and to keep your sanity. Your voice goes hoarse from screaming, pain eventually reaching your bones, into your core, into your very own existence… And he seemed to be so cute.

~Tsukinami~

♥Carla: His power would make anyone see what he wants them to see. Ilusion. Sometimes he could show them very beautiful landscapes, warm memories… But if someone manages to piss him off (and it doesn’t take much) they will find themselves surrounded by hell itself. Horrible sights, monsters, butchered bodies… Without knowing what’s real and what’s not anymore.

♥Shin: He already turns into a wolf, right? Well, this time, he would turn into a wild beast, hardly to be called a simple mutt. More powerful, more savage. He wouldn’t remember what happened to him when he returned to his human form… Or what happened to the poor souls that unluckily were near him.

anonymous asked:

How would UT, US and SF sans and papyrus be with an S/O who really likes affection but would never admit it and they flustered and speechless easily because no ones has never really been nice to them before so they don't really know how to accept it.

(awwwwww….this is literally so cute! Sorry I totally went a lil overboard with sans’ lolol)

UT!Sans

  • He loves to see you like that. It’s so cute.
  • He showers you in compliments, he wants you to know how wonderful and amazing you are to him. He also just really likes to fluster you too.

His chin is in his hand as he gazes at you, a light blush on his cheekbones. He had been drinking a bit and now the bar was almost completely empty. You smiled and his soul fluttered in his ribcage.

“What are you staring at?” you thought maybe you had something on your face. That would’ve been embarrassing…

He laughed a little giddily and shrugged, “heh heh nothin’ just…god you’re beautiful.”

Seeing you blush and roll your eyes and look away made him laugh again, the white lights in his eyes morphed into hearts.

“i think i love you…”

UT!Papyrus

  • When you try to brush off his daily shower of compliments (yes those are a thing, be prepared) he almost gets personally offended.
  • IS HE NOT DOING HIS JOB RIGHT?? WHY DO YOU NOT FEEL AS AMAZING AND GORGEOUS AS HE KNOWS YOU ARE???
  • The onslaught of fluff will continue.
  • Sometimes he picks you up out of frustration and plants kisses all over your face and squeezes you tight because, MAYBE DIRECT CONTACT IS THE BEST WAY TO EXPRESS HIS UNDYING LOVE FOR YOU!! LIKE A HIGHLY CONTAGIOUS DISEASE! BUT THE GOOD KIND…?

US!Sans

  • Literally tackles you with affection.
  • “DO NOT BE FLUSTERED, THOUGH IT IS VERY CUTE! I PROMISE THIS IS CUSTOMARY.”
  • He is referring to the surprise hugs and kisses on the daily.
  • If you try to rebuttal any of his arguments as to why you are THE MOST ETHEREAL BEING TO EVER WALK THIS PLANET, he will literally pin you down (he’s like, super strong from training what the heck??) and cover your mouth and spew out all the things he loves about you while you laugh and try to fight him off. If you lick his hand he might be a little disgusted but also flattered.

US!Papyrus

  • He could just pinch those red cheeks
  • He might actually
  • Once he sees how flattered and cute you get just with all these compliments and snuggles he’ll pull you onto his lap and just start talking about how amazing he thinks you are.
  • If you laugh and try to cover his mouth or wiggle away he’ll hold you tight and chuckle.
  • “babe you’re just so awesome”
  • “seriously like, even when you fart i’m not grossed out at all. i think it’s kinda cute.”
  • “let’s just nap all day, i wanna hold ya.”

SF!Sans

  • THIS IS RIDICULOUS. YOU SHOULD NOT BE EMBARRASSED??? YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL???
  • He just..does not understand
  • But he loves how vulnerable you get when he pulls out the big ol’ compliment grenades.
  • “YES! TAKE THAT! I DO THINK YOUR LAUGH SOUNDS LIKE THE TINKLING OF LITTLE FAIRY BELLS AND SOMETIMES PIG SNORTS BUT LIKE, REALLY CUTE LITTLE PIGLET SNORTS!!”
  • He just wants to smother you in love. Smother you.

SF!Papyrus

  • Literally just grabs your ass to make you squeak and blush.
  • When you start getting flustered he just wrangles you close and nestles his cheekbone against yours and laughs.
  • He thinks it’s really funny and cute.
  • Will definitely take advantage of it to make some suggestive comments and leave you stuttering.
  • Is always touching you now, someway somehow. Be it holding hands or leaning against each other. He likes feeling connected with you.