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Super Dad;

Originally posted by sh0wnu

Summary: Minhyuk and his precious baby girl decide to join the Return of Superman club

Disclaimer: All the things that are mentioned in this are words of fiction aka it’s not real. I’ve literally just made this up and as always credits to @m-onstax for the gif

Member: Minhyuk from Monsta x x fem reader

Rating: Fluff

Words: 1551

Note: I love love love the return of superman, i’ve watched every ep, it’s honestly such a good show and minhyuk is adorable with kids to i put 2 & 2 together. i was thinking about doing a series dedicated to dad!monstax or other groups, if you have any in mind, drop it in the ask!

“MUMMY.”

You lay still for a moment with your eyes closed thinking that she would quieten down and go back to sleep. But you were horribly mistaken as she only got loud. Causing you to whine slightly, cursing her dad’s strong lungs that she had obviously inherited. Taking a glance to the side, you saw your husband was still asleep.

“DADDY.”

Removing the sheets from your body, you allowed your bare feet to come into contact with your carpeted floor. You hastily made your way towards the room that was down the hall. Opening the door slowly, you poked your head through. With Yerin out of sight, you opened the door through to see Yerin standing by the cameraman’s tent.

“Yerin, what are you doing?” You chuckled as you stepped into her room.

“Dad’s over here,” She grinned causing you to chuckle since you had left your husband in bed.

“Are you sure?” You questioned, taking a seat on her rug.

She turned back to you with a nod.

“Are you really really sure?”

She turned back and stared intensely.

“I think so,” She trailed off.

“Come on Yerin,” You chuckled as you picked up your daughter, taking her into the living room.

Setting her down softly, you watched her run around, her eyes scanning the room, completely fascinated by the concept of cameras. Her eyes flicking from one camera to the other.

Leaving her to explore, you went into the kitchen to make her a bottle for breakfast.

You felt a touch on your leg causing you to look down to see Yerin.

“Whose camera is that?” She whispered, her big brown eyes looking up at you. Crouching down, you explained that it was an uncle’s camera who was filming for a tv show.

She gave a brief nod before she rushed back to the living room.

There was never a dull time when Yerin was around, she was a ray of sunshine just like her dad.

You gently added the warm water, making sure that Yerin wasn’t insight before adding the scoops of baby formula. Adding the lid and ensuring that it was on securely, you gave it a shake.

“MUMMY.” She yelled again.

“Yeah baby,” You replied as you tested a few drops of milk on your wrist.

“Perfect,” You muttered to yourself.

“Come,” She ordered causing you to chuckle as you padded your way over to her.

“Here you go,” You gave her the bottle as she took it.

“Thank you, mummy,”

“You’re welcome sweetie,”

She took a seat on the floor in front of one of the camera and processed to drink her milk, one hand on the bottle as the other fiddled with her ear absentmindedly. Toby sat close next to her. Toby was a golden retriever that you had gotten around the same time that Yerin was born.

/

“I’m Lee Yerin,” She said before running and throwing herself at you in shyness, her high pitch squeals made you laugh as you rocked her in your arms.

/

“Yerin, should we go and check on daddy?” You questioned as she took off in the direction of your shared bedroom.

Following behind her, you opened the door to your room, allowing her to pad over to the head of the bed where she lifted the sheets slightly, revealing her dad’s head.

“Daddy’s here,” She pointed out causing you to nod. “Can I wake him up?”

“Go for it,” You spoke with a smirk.

“Wake up monster,” She patted his arm.

You decided to take a seat on the floor knowing that it would take a while for him to wake up, you knew from experience.
She made her way towards your vanity desk, opening the drawer and taking one of my many lipsticks.

You didn’t know what to feel whether it was happiness or despair. It was most likely the latter.

She held it in front of you, asking if you could open the cap for her, doing as she requested you watched her little figure make her way over to her dad. Lifting the sheets once again, she began to create a masterpiece on his face.

Leaving her to finish her masterpiece, you decided to get Toby, who was abandoned in the living room.

“Come on, let’s go wake the old man up,” You spoke as you picked him up, walking back into your bedroom.

Setting him on the bed, you watch the pair go crazy, from jumping and screaming.

“Oh my gosh,” Minhyuk yelled, getting up.

Most of his face was cover in red lipstick, his current black hair was sticking out in all different directions.

He laughed out of shock at his wake-up call, it wasn’t often that he got to spend this time with you guys.

Pulling the pair of him, you allowed them to run out.

Taking a makeup wipe, you began to clean his face.

“You do not look good in the morning at all,” You mocked as you wiped his face.

“Go away,” He pushed you off causing you to laugh harder.

“Just let me wipe it off, Yerin made a masterpiece,”

“I’m sure she did, must have had Vincent Van Gogh quivering in his boots.”

You snorted at his comment as you continued to wipe it.

“She made you look 10 times better wow,”

He let out a scoff.

“I’m wondering why we got together, damn.”

“I can’t believe you called me ugly when we both know it’s a lie.”

His comment only made you laugh harder as you lay on him.

“It wasn’t that funny,” He spoke, tapping your ass.

“MINHYUK.” You yelled, looking at him in shock.

“What? Can’t I show affection to my wife?”

“WE’RE ON CAMERA,”

“Wait, is that today?”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Yes, that’s today and you need to get up,”

“5 more minutes,”

“I feel like I’m raising two kids, two kids,” You muttered as you got up and began to walk out.

/
“I’m the father of 24-month old Lee Yerin. You may know me from my group Monsta X, I’m Lee Minhyuk, nice to meet you. Yerin is a very excitable child, she’s always chatting and talks to anyone on the street, whether it be a person or a dog.”

“Was there a reason why you wanted to be on the show?”

“Monsta X is currently on a break at the moment so I thought what better way to spend time with my daughter who I rarely get to see and a lot of the fans have been asking me to actually join so I thought why not spend time with her whilst keeping fans up to date with what’s happening. There was also a moment in time where the only time I would see Yerin would be from a phone screen and when I noticed how big she had gotten, it broke my heart because I wasn’t with her every step of the way and before you know it. She’ll grow up to be a beautiful woman that I’ll have to send away.” Minhyuk looked down as his eyes glossed over slightly. “Sorry,”

/

“Hello,”

“How old are you?”

“THREE,” She yelled with a giggle at the end,

“What’s your dad’s name?”

“Monsta Minhyuk,”

Minhyuk and the staff let out a laugh at her adorable response.

“I think this will be a fun experience for the both of us,” Minhyuk concluded.

/

“What are your plans today?” You questioned as you set the cups of tea on the table for Minhyuk and yourself.

“I was thinking of taking her to that meerkat café that I went to last time with the boys, and then stop at the park,“ He replied pecking your cheek, taking a mug.

“Have fun,” You cooed, taking a sip of your drink, allowing the warm liquid to burn your throat and warm your body.

“Do you have any plans for your mini holiday?”
“I’ll end up staying with a friend for a bit as the two of you bond, go sightseeing, enjoy the little vacation I have.”

/

“Yerin baby, mummy’s going now.”

She nodded distracted as she played with her dad.

“Do I not get a hug?” You pouted, you placed your hands on your face, pretending to cry.

You heard the patter of her feet before you knew it, you felt her small frame around your legs.

“I love you, mummy,” She spoke but it was muffled since her face was in your jeans.

“And mummy loves you too Yerin,” You crouched down, brushing her black hair out of her face, covering her face with pecks, her laughter filled your ears causing you to laugh along with her. Ever since she was born, you hadn’t been away from her for this long and it scared you but you knew that Minhyuk was a good dad.

Minhyuk watched the scene of his wife and daughter unveil and he couldn’t help but grin at his girls.

“I’ll text you for an update,”

Minhyuk nodded as he got up and gave you a hug, not missing the occasion to tap your ass again.

“MINHYUK!”

Husband! Johnny

Request: hello yes i’m such a hella hella super johnny stan so if you could do a husband/fiancé bullet list thingy for him that would make my life ☺️ love you and your writing bunches ❤

  • another husband! request omg,, i’m still not over yuta’s one
  • but you might want to check out boyfriend johnny first hehe
  • i’m doing this kinda rushed so i’m sorry if it turns out bad :-(
  • let’s go

  • so you were just about to wake up one morning to make breakfast for johnny and you, like how you always would

  • but from the moment you woke up, johnny was not beside you
  • instead he greeted you with a big morning hug and kiss on the lips, a big and excited smile on his face
  • “why are you up so early today”
  • “i made breakfast for you hehe”
  • “what’s the occasion?”
  • “nothing, i just felt like i needed to do this”
  • and when you go out to the dining table, a big plate of waffles, eggs and bacons + all your favourites are on the table
  • with a special cup of coffee that he made specially for you
  • “make sure you drink all of it”
  • so without thinking much you thanked him and started eating
  • with johnny smiling at the side and watching your every movement,
  • and everytime you take a sip out of the cup he lets out a small giggle
  • what does that mean johnny
  • and when you finally get to the bottom of the cup and finish your coffee, johnny looks at you in anticipation
  • your eyes widen and you almost scream
  • because he drew cute little designs at the bottom of the cup, with the two words “marry me?”
  • and it all linked because just a month ago he mentioned about getting a ring for you
  • and every single time he saw a wedding event or dress, he’s just smile at you and pull you closer
  • even though it’s an unusual way to propose, you agree anyway and you see johnny give the biggest smile ever!!
  • okay on to the actually married couple part
  • the members pop by your apartment like it’s their own
  • especially ten and jaehyun
  • “Y/N!! did you forget to buy milk today”
  • “ten if you’re here to just eat my food almost everyday, you should just leave”
  • “i was just asking- HYUNG! YOUR WIFE IS BEING MEAN TO ME”
  • “what- did you ask her about the food in our fridge again”
  • “yeah, i just wanted milk”
  • “get it yourself ten, i’ll tell taeyong to get it for you”
  • “that’s right babe”
  • “what have you done to johnny hyung”
  • okay but honestly, the sweetest and most understanding husband ever??
  • he’s always willing to sacrifice his time to attend to you and just spend time with you in general
  • and doesn’t forget to make you feel better about yourself by complimenting you every single day
  • “you’re beautiful”
  • “wonderful”
  • “gorgeous!!”
  • attacks you with random cuddle sessions and kisses
  • and is really passionate when making love™
  • the atmosphere just turns steamy and romantic, and his hands are all over you, kisses around your whole body
  • worships you like you’re a goddess
  • and after all that he doesn’t forget to take good care of you
  • positive vibes everywhere!1!1!
  • the younger members are always so fascinated by your relationship, and teases him sometimes too
  • but on some days, the both of you just act like small kids all over again, and fight as if y'all are siblings
  • “why didn’t you buy more toilet paper yesterday”
  • “babe i didn’t know you were going to use THAT much”
  • “shut up, what am i supposed to do now, i’m stuck on the toilet bowl, COME BACK AND HELP ME”
  • “i have practice today babe”
  • “johnny it’s between your wife and her toilet bowl mess crisis or your practice, choose one”
  • “kidding, i’m already on my way back with two rolls of toilet paper, hang in there i love you”
  • but at times when he sees that you’re upset or had a bad day, he tries his best to make it better
  • by telling you jokes and making you laugh,
  • as little as giving you hugs and kisses,
  • to cooking a meal for you or bringing you out to your favourite place
  • whatever that can make you feel better, johnny would do it for you
  • sometimes you feel so bad because he’s always putting in so much effort to take care of you
  • so you try to make it up to him by buying him gifts and bringing him out to surprise him
  • one time you and the other boys hid in the practice room with the lights all off
  • and as soon as johnny entered all of you welcomed him excitedly and it got all emotional because it was a small ‘party’ to show your’s and the member’s gratitude towards johnny
  • he didn’t tear up or cry,
  • but as soon as he got home with you, he pulled you into a tight hug and thanked you for everything
  • but when he’s sad or upset he doesn’t show it that much,
  • only that he becomes more affectionate, asking you for more hugs
  • which makes him feel 10× better
  • he loves you so much he won’t stop talking about you to the other members
  • “she woke up early just to make me this sandwich today, i love her so much”
  • “youngho ah, you didn’t even say that about me when i made a sandwich for you once-”
  • “let’s forget about that, taeyong hehe”
  • “she’s wearing the dress i got for her on our wedding anniversary, isn’t she beautiful”
  • “hyung, this is the 4th time you’re saying that today”
  • “sorry, she’s just too gorgeous”
  • arguments and fights hardly ever happen because both of you are always so sweet and caring to each other,
  • and pretty chill too
  • but when it does happen, it's  usually about something serious and johnny would distant himself away from you for a while,
  • before apologising and talking things out with you calmly so as to solve the problem
  • and it would always be solved easily because y'all know that fighting and arguing won’t solve anything
  • honestly he’s such a caring husband, you’re like being taken care of 24/7
  • always there for you and always willing to lend  listening ear!!
  • he gives you the support and encouragement you need,
  • and just his affection itself and make you feel better
  • you’re blessed if you have johnny seo as your husband
  • i’m sorry this is so short, i’ll end it here!!

I made this this afternoon 😅. I was kinda imitating the layout that MajorCrimesTNT uses but its hard to do that exactly when all you have is paint 😂😂😂.

Anyway, this is the Sharon Raydor quote that nags in my head everytime I think about the fact that Rusty shot Stroh. I know he must have been nervous, and wanted everything to be over with but that is also what got me so darn iritated when it comes to this ending.

So Sharon Raydor is dead, lets get over that fact. But that doesnt mean that the team can start disregarding the rules of the LAPD. See the difference between The Closer and Major Crimes is the fact that Brenda was more of the “By Any Means” person. She would usually disregard small rules in the LAPD in favor of getting a good confession. In the end, those small disregard of the law were the very things that bit her in the ass and had made her leave the law enforcement.

What Raydor brought to the table was the law - The rules of the LAPD. And in the past six years of Major Crimes, her objective was to prove that the division can still get a good conviction and take the bad guys off the street while still conforming strictly with the law.

This quote from Sharon in White Lies Part II is very timely when we think about the number of police brutality that we are currently facing in real life.

And yes, provenza was pretty clear that they would take Stroh down no matter what, but in the light of Sharon’s recent death, I was thinking that maybe he would do it while still conforming with the law.

This wasnt the satisfying ending we were promised. Sharon Raydor was among the big roles that gave the show life. And this last case defeated her purpose for the last 6 years of Major Crimes. It completely disregarded her principles and everything she stood for. It would have made better sense had Flynn been the one to shoot Stroh. He sure was mad enough. Even if he shot him 5 or 10 times, he would still have been doing his job which is more than what Rusty could say about what he has done.

Having Rusty kill Stroh may have been poetic, but it still didnt speak for the law. The law that his mother was so adamant on conforming with.

*Ends Rant 😅

"Cheater Cheater" - JohnWatsonxReaderxSherlock

WARNING: You are cheated on by John and ultimately end up with Sherlock in the end. Other than that, nothing bad. Just a little fluff later :)

Also, they may be a bit OOC, I’m so sorry! :( I’m kinda new to the fandom and I’m not that good with writing, but here goes!

You kicked open the door to 221b Baker Street and hauled in the bags of groceries.

’“Let’s go to the store!” he said. “Sherlock doesn’t have a case today!” he said. What a load of crud. There’s always a case.’

“(Y/N)?” You glanced around the corner while struggling to keep yourself from falling and see Sherlock laying on the couch appearing to be disturbed from the solitude from his Mind Palace.

“Hey Sher- Wait a second…. I thought you and John were out on a case?” Quickly tossing the groceries on the kitchen floor, you walked over to Sherlock and sat down across from him in a chair.

He looked at you with a bored expression, “No, he’s out with Mary.”

You stared at him for a moment, “…Do you mean Harry?”

“No, Mary.”

Licking your lips that suddenly were very dry, your hands started to shake as you leaned forward to try and keep the disturbing thoughts at bay, “Who’s Mary? And I want a straightforward answer, Holmes.”

Sherlock’s gaze wandered over your face for a brief moment, formulating how you would take this, “The woman he’s been seeing behind your back.”

Your throat suddenly tightened and tears gathered in your eyes. You bit the inside of your cheek and took in a deep breath.

“I apologize that he did so. You seemed very happy with him, even though he upset you at times.” Sherlock leaned back in his chair and held his hands once again in a prayer position while closing his eyes for a moment then opened them, got up, grabbed his coat and scarf, and headed out the door. “(Y/N), Mrs. Hudson has your favorite icecream down in her freezer, I will be back momentarily. Don’t feel obligated to wait up though.” And he was gone.

You closed your eyes as the tears started to flow freely down your cheeks and a few sobs escaped from your lips. ‘He’s right, I should go see Mrs. Hudson about this.’ You took your jacket in one hand and keys in the other and headed down to the sweet woman’s flat where you would stay for the next few hours.


Sherlock blew an agitated breath from his nose as he watched John flirt with Mary from outside the restaurant window.

It was obvious you were hurt, but Sherlock had no idea how to handle such things, so he did what seemed cliché and bought some chocolates and a small teddy bear for you like he had seen on the telly once in a sappy movie you had him and John watch along with you.

He also knew that it probably wouldn’t be the best time to unleash the fact that he had certain… feelings, towards you that you more than likely wouldn’t return.


You poured out everything to Mrs. Hudson, who listened intently. After you had let out every pent up hurt to her, she offered you some tissues and ice cream.

“(Y/N),” she said with a small smile, “Don’t let this get the better of you. When I look at you, I see a beautiful, strong, and stubborn young lady who would, without a second thought, lay down her life for the ones she loves. And even though you may not see it, someone else close to you admires you and loves you with every bit of his being.”

You looked up at her through red eyes, genuinely curious, “Who?”

She grinned, “You’ll find out over time dearie. Now, do you want another cuppa?”


Sherlock, with the bag in hand, made his way to 221c to set it in your living room.

He picked the lock and opened the door to see you sitting down in front of the telly watching (your fav show other than Sherlock) with the tub of ice cream from Mrs. Hudson.

“You’ve only been home for 10 minutes,” he mused, setting the bag down at your side. “And you’ve already showered, cleaned the kitchen, and almost finished that ice cream. You’re taking this better than expected.”

You snorted and looked up at Sherlock with tear-filled eyes, forcing a smile on your lips, “Just trying to distract myself I guess,” You stopped and paused the episode, “And Mrs. Hudson cheered me up. As much as it does hurt that I wasn’t good enough for John, I now realize, it isn’t my fault, and I shouldn’t feel sad that I wasn’t enough because it only matters that I’m enough for ME, that I like who I am and don’t pick myself apart piece by piece because of something someone else thinks.”

Sherlock’s lips curled up into a small smile, “(Y/N), you never cease to intrigue me with the words that come from your mouth. Now,” he sat down in a chair and looked at you seriously, “Do you wish to confront John? Or simply break off the relationship? Or something else possibly?”

Your fingers tapped your cheek softly as you thought, ideas whirring through your brain. One caught your attention and a devilish smile crossed your face, “I’ve got the perfect thing, but first, I have to see what you got me.”


After explaining the plan to Sherlock, who actually thought it would be quite humorous, you began the preparations.

Grabbing the basket, you started making food. “Sherlock, did you grab the candles and matches?”

“They’re right here,” he pointed at the small grocery bag.

“Hat?”

“Yes, (Y/N).”

“Makeup? Costume?”

“Yes to both, now stop fidgeting, you’ll cut your fingers off with the knife.”

You glanced down at the cutting board and saw the knife dangerously close to your hand, “Thank you.”

When all the preparations were finished, you called John.

“Hey darling!” The words felt like lead rolling off your tongue, but you still kept the sweet voice.

“H-Hello (Y/N). Is s-something wrong?”

“What? Of course not! I just wanted to tell you to meet me at the park at 6. I have a surprise for you!”

'Man will he be surprised…’

“Oh, alright. I’ll be there.”

“Great! Love you sweetie!” You hung up before he could say anything else and looked at Sherlock, “Now, to do your makeup.”


(So guys, this idea isn’t mine! I saw this on Pinterest, but I can’t remember the original Tumblr person who posted it. If you know who it was, please tell me so I can give them credit!!! P.S.- I also added a few things to it, so yeah…. Alright, enjoy my sweet marshmallow bunnies!)

After getting Sherlock’s camouflage all finished, (which took AN HOUR mind you because he kept getting bored and there were times where you had to just ignore his shooting the handgun at the wall), you waited at the park and glanced towards the trees. A flashlight signalled and you knew that Sherlock was watching in case things got too stressful. You nodded and bit your lip, 'Thank You God for that wonderful man…’

John arrived in a taxi, fidgeting and nervous. 'Good, you better be nervous young man.’

You plastered a smile on your face and ran over to hug him, 'He practically REEKS of perfume.’

“Darling, how was the case?”

“Hm? Oh, it was good. Yeah i-it was good.”

'Liar.’ “Good! Now come on, I’ve already set up the picnic. I think it’s time I told you something very important.”

John gulped, but nodded and followed you to the edge of the woods surrounding the park.

You skipped along while holding his hand until you reached the secluded spot in the forest where the evening sunlight failed to reach through the dense leaves.

The picnic was all set up, with John’s favorites of course, and candles resting on top of elegant candle sticks giving the space light.

Both of you sat down and you glanced towards the small bush about 10 feet away that hid Sherlock.

After talking about your days and eating a bit, you cleared your throat and looked up at John. “So, John…”

He nearly choked on his food, “Y-Yes, dear?”

“I want to tell you why I brought you here,” You smiled, “Erm, as now, my past relationships weren’t very… pleasant. Many ending in me being cheated on and all that.”

His face paled.

You pretended to not notice and continued, “Well, this is actually, I guess you could say, a crime scene. Because whenever they would cheat on me, they would end up… missing,” Smiling a small smile, you glanced around, “This is where they are, six feet under each.” You leaned forward towards the terrified John Watson, “And I heard that someone’s been naughty, Mr. Watson.” You laughed and blew out the candles, covering the space in complete and utter darkness.

John screamed and started to run, but this is where Sherlock came in. He tripped John and pinned him down while you let yourself just chuckle evilliy.

“So John,” You turned on the flashlight and pointed the beam at his face, “What’s she like, this, Mary I hear about?”

Well, after a few more moments of torture, you finally gave out and started to laugh hysterically, waving to Sherlock to let John go.

John’s eyes widened when he saw Sherlock, “You helped her? But you said you-”

“I know what I said. But it had gone on far long enough, John. You hurt (Y/N) deeply, that much I can tell. Did you really think that for a moment I didn’t care about you both the same? That I would sacrifice her over yourself? No, you are both equals in my mind, and I intend to let that be known. If she had cheated on you, my actions would have been the same.” He glared at John, “But, this doesn’t mean that I will forgive you in the time being for your hurting her. Now, return to Mary, Mr. Watson. I think she deserves to know of this endeavour of yours.”

John stood there for a moment, stunned from the words that came from his friend’s mouth, then huffed and left.

You turned to Sherlock with tears in your eyes and forced a smile, “Well, they better stay together seeing that he thought she was worth cheating.”

Sherlock’s chest tightened at the sight of you crying and gathered you in his arms, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn’t have kept this from you.”

You hugged him tightly, letting your tears roll freely down your cheeks, “None of this is your fault, Sherl. Now, it seems we have more time to spend together. How about we go grab some ice cream?”

He scrunched his nose, “But you’ll get sick if you have any more. You ate a whole carton earlier.”

You winked at him, “I find your lack of faith disturbing, Holmes.”


TWO YEARS LATER…..

You kissed Sherlock’s cheek, “Love, it’s time that you go to bed. You’ve been at this all day and you’re exhausting yourself.”

He slumped further in his chair, “But I have to finish this case!! It’s imperative that it is solved as soon as possible!!!”

Massaging his shoulders, you pointed out, “Sherl, you won’t figure it out if your energy is all used up and your mind is tired. Now, go to sleep.”

Sherlock looked up at you with a small smile, “Mrs. Holmes, I love you dearly.” He sat you down in his lap and hugged you close to him, kissing your temple, then your lips.

You melted at his touch and murmured against his lips, “I have a deep regard for you as well, Mr. Holmes.”

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Hey guys!! So, quick note, did anyone pick up on the two movie references I put in here? If so, I love you!

This is my first oneshot, please tell me how you liked it!!

Remember, you can always request more!!

Love you my marshmallow bunnies!!!!

anonymous asked:

trans autistic/adhd nico hcs??? (pshhh I don't put myself into my favourite characters what do you mean) (also I hope ur alright)

When I first read this I was about to go ‘but uh nico already has adhd so I can’t write hcs for that bit’ but then I remembered that with rick’s writing he might as well not have adhd, so fuck it, we gonna do those as well

* His favourite way to stim is by flapping his hands, tho he likes chewing too (he usually carriers a packet of chewing gum around for that since he doesn’t like the stares he gets for using his toy, though he usually forgets and will end up chewing the end of his pen or the pulls on his jumper without realising)

* He also likes rocking back and forth, it’s just really comforting but he only does that when he’s alone

* Everyone thinks he’s emo and it annoys him so much??? Like he only wears black because his eyes are really sensitive and so bright colours make them ache, he doesn’t even listen to ‘emo’ music, and he feels like it mininalises what he’s been through

* And if everyone starts wearing darker colours when they know they’ll be meeting up with him after learning that, then he doesn’t say anything, but he does smile brightly

* It’s one of the reasons why he hung out in the underworld for so long

* He can’t stand listening to singers with high pitched voices, it’s just really grating. It’s one of the reasons why he likes Lady Gaga so much

* He loves wearing his binder, the pressure is just so good???

* But he has a nonexistent memory and no concept of time and often forgets to take his binder off/forgets how long he’s been wearing it, so as soon as he came out to the others they started ‘Binder Control’ where they’d regularly ask him if he was still wearing it

* You’d think it annoys him, but it makes him so happy to see people worry over him cuz it shows they care. Someone asking that can made his mood go from 0 to 10 in a split second

* The first person he comes out to as trans is Hazel, and though she’s a little confused she’s 100% accepting and immediately goes to research the matter to understand it better

* The person he comes out to next is Percy who is immediately like 'me too! I think some of my old clothes might fit you, want them?’

* Percy becomes his go-to guy for trans stuff, and basically his role model

* He was reluctant to infodump at first, but over time he just found the right people to infodump about (ie if he wants to infodump about mythomagic he goes to Frank, if it’s music he goes to Percy etc)

* Listen… HP, Star Trek and Star Wars are defo some of his special interests, he’s a total nerd

* This boy suffers enough so no dysphoria

* He has a lot of piercings (ears, nose and tongue) and loves stimming with them

* He’s not in control of his facial expressions at all, like he could be the happiest he’s ever been and yet scowling like everything’s terrible

* This leads to people regularly asking if he’s okay and again, it just makes him happy

* He hates when people think he’s stupid for repeating what they’ve said like no, he’s not stupid, it’s just something he does (mostly in hopes that he’ll remember it)

* He’s semiverbal, and has a badge for days when he is completely nonverbal

* He usually uses sign language on those days, tho they are some days where even that’s too much

* He’s very specific with the people who are allowed to touch him and where (ie, people like Hazel/Reyna/Percy/etc are allowed to hug him etc, but even they are not allowed to touch his neck)

* Leo once bought him these sunglasses as a joke but Nico completely adored them and wore them whenever he went out

* It was his autistic bud Reyna who helped him realise he was autistic, like one day he was complaining about adhd things and Reyna was like 'those aren’t adhd things… more like autistic things’

* He was actually really happy that there was an explanation for things like that

* Despite his dyslexia he loves reading, and when Paul heard about this he introduced Nico to dyslexic glasses

* They’re green and Nico loves them and Paul because it makes reading soooo much easier

* He loves listening to podcasts (cough welcometonightvale cough) and audio books before he’s going to bed, mostly because he struggles enough when trying to sleep and defo can’t sleep if it’s completely silent, and the people in those things tend to have really low soothing voice

* He hates it when people are asking him questions/talking him and he already knows what they’’ll say so cuts them off to finish it off quicker than them/to answer the question, AND THEY CARRY ON TALKING. Like the convo has ended, stop! (guess who else is projecting onto characters?)

* He favourite characters are always the ones who he can hc as lgbt/autistic

* So I’m just saying… the boy loves Luna Lovegood

* People who talk slow are the bane of his existence, he just can’t stand them

* He had more meltdowns than shutdowns before HoO, but after he has more shutdowns

Euphoria: v

so like i havent written this since august

warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking, cursing, and tbh idk what else


Sadly to them, their first and second date had happened three months ago. Neither had met physcially as Spencer was often out of town due to cases and the amounts he had to stay after hours for paper work.

It simply left him exhasuted to the point where only messages would be their form of communication.

As of now, at 01:00 y/n, her friend Diana, and redheaded boy had found themselves at Kyle’s apartment having a small gathering as it was already Saturday.

y/n was sitting next to Kyle with a cold bottle of beer in her hand. She smiled listening to their talk, but deep down felt a void- missing seeing Spencer’s face.

Sure often they would face time, but it was nothing like having him next to her, his arms around her, and his chapped lips against her soft warm ones.

Hell they mesaged each other almost 24/7. There was always communication between the two and the amount of things they would talk about- it was simply too much.

Soon the girl had ignored their conversation as once Spencer’s name popped up on her screen, making her frown turn into a bright smile.

spence ♥︎: Are you still awake?

In matter of seconds she began typing.

y/n ♡ : uhh yuh

-you know I missed you today :(

Spencer begun to grow a smile on his face as he read her message.

spence ♥︎: Aww, darling. I missed you too. I would call you tonight, but I’ve had a rough day. We’re on our way back, could I possibly see you tomorrow for coffee and donuts? 07:00 possibly?

She looked at the time and sighed. It was too early for her, but anything to see him again. 

y/n ♡ : only if we get a third date ;)

Spencer looked at the winking emoticon she had sent wondering what it could possibly mean, but he agreed wanting to have her close to him again.

y/n faked a yawn, but soon turned into a real one as she looked at her friends with cigarettes in between their fingers.”I’m going back,I have to wake up early.” The girl had spoken as she stood up, stretching. Making her red shirt go up a bit.

“Why so?” Diana asked as she noticed her friend be on her phone most of the their time there. “I just do…” The girl said with a smile as she put her layers of coats on.

She had placed her phone down without locking it, only causing Diana and the red headed boy, known as Alex to read her conversation. “only if we get a third date” Diana mocked her friend with a wink as her cheeks begun to get red.

Shut the fuck up!” y/n exclaimed as she snatched her phone from Diana. “Ooh Spency I missed you… Spence, Spence, Spence! Still talking to Mr. FBI? You two haven’t seen each other in months!” Diana said with laughter as she put out the cigarette she had been smoking.

“Yet still, I get the love.” y/n said raising an eyebrow as she walked to the door. “I’m still seeing him tomorrow as your nosy ass saw.” Kyle just glared at the girl as he let out some smokre.

“Isn’t he as old as your aunt?” He retorted to which she shrugged. “So? He’s still great and we’re both legal adults.” She had shrugged turning her heel as she walked out the apartment. To her luck, Kyle’s lazy ass lived on the first floor as he would never carry any heavy furniture up any stairs.

She waited in the car as Diana had already opened it, now only waiting for her friend. It seemed like an eternity for her friend to get there, but when she did- y/n was just annoyed at the fact the blonde read her messages.

Therefore neither spoke a word and she arrived annoyed to the doors where Alaia sat eating some chips- y/n going to sleep as soon as her night routine was done.

The next morning the girl was awaken by the annoying sound of her alarm going off to let her know she had to get ready for breakfast with Spencer.

She took a quick shower, only washing her body as her hair had been washed the past day. A simple pastel pink shimering turtle neck and black jeans was enough for her as it was too cold to wear anything else.

Shoving her earphones, phone, and keys into her small brown satchel, she walked out with two layers of sweaters despite it being 49 degrees fahrenheit outside.

For her the coffee shop was only about ten minutes away from campus if she walked, so it was rather a quick walk. She had gotten there a bit early, but to her dissmay Spencer was already there.

When she saw him, the girl had ran to him. Embracing the tall man in a hug that he returned holding her tighter. His lips had found the top of her head, before trailing down to kiss her cheeks. 

“God, I missed you so much.”He spoke as he looked down at her. “I missed you so fucking much…” y/n told him as she wrapped her arms around his torso again.

The two stood side by side as they reached the counter being greeted by Carina’s chirpy red face as she saw Spencer’s face after three months. “Spencer! You’re back,how are you?!” She asked to which he returned a smile and a chuckle. “I’m good, thanks for asking.” He said not really wanting to further the conversation since he wanted to spend time with y/n before he goes to work.

“Great… The daily?” She asked only focusing her vision on him- ignoring y/n’s prensence. “Yes, and…” He turned to look at the young girl who had been staring at him to admire his beauty rather than getting jealous from Carina’s tone with him.

Noticing him, y/n turned to the girl who glared at her. “Hot chocolate and a cinnamon roll.” She shyly spoke to which Carina wanted to be an ass about and make her repeat it, but was scared of how Spencer would view her as.

“Alright. It’ll be done in a few minutes.” As Spencer paid since he stood in front of y/n to stop her from paying- the two walked to a table near where the food was being made.

Spencer didn’t take his time from crashing his lips unto hers as he missed their warmth against his cold ones. y/n didn’t hesitate either as she had been craving his lips for the past months. She craved his touch as well, but that’s another case.

They were seated at a booth rather than a table as the two wanted to be seated next to each other and barely be seen by anyone. As they waited for their items the two had their lips connected not wanting to let go, but did once Spencer’s name was called by Carina who wanted nothing more than cry as she saw his face flushed with a red tint and y/n glitter gloss all over his own lips.

“Thank you.” 

As he placed the food down the two sat even closer to each other. “God I missed you…” He repeated himself as he saw her now plump lips due to their makeout. Taking a bite from her cinnamon roll as he spoke, she laughed lightly seeing him stare at her. 

“Eat!” She exclaimed as she took a sip of her hot chocolate, soon feeling his thumb run across her lower lip to remove the frosting that sat there. In that moment she did something bold.

She had turned her face to meet her lips with his thumb, wrapping them around it as she sucked off the frosting from it before pulling away with a laugh as she saw Spencer’s reaction.

The man was flustered, enchanted by her acts. In a payback method he placed his hand on the inside of her thigh as the two finished their ‘breakfast’ while continuing to catch up.

He had take pictures of her as they were there just to have something to remember her for. Just like she took pictures of him.

Though this morning was sweet, both of them knew their date later on would not.

“So what’s the plan for tonigh?” She asked, her back against his chest as Spencer held her by the waist- his lips attached to her neck.

He hummed lightly against her neck, making her shiver in delight. “I was thinking of having a great dinner and late have dessert and whatever you choose late on.” She nodde slowly, turning to look at him before their lips met.

They were interrupted as his alarm let him know it was time to go to work. He whinned, but obliged as it was time to go. “I don’t want to leave you, but duty calls.” He sighed as she sat up from his chest.

They had walked outside after cleaniing up. The two holding tight as they didn’t want to separate. Kissing her cheek he sighed looking down at her. “I’ll see you tonight.” y/n simply nodded looking up at him with puppy eyes before they embraced each other in another kiss- walking their own way afterwards.

y/n had found herself walk back to her dorm to go back and sleep until noon as she decided that was a better time to go shopping with a friend of hers from Literature class.

As of now it was 10:33- two hours after they parted. Spencer had found himself by the coffee maker with JJ talking like they regualry do. Penelope had walked to them with excitment in her face as she saw her boy. “Show me!” She claimed as he had promised to show her pictures of the girl, three months ago.

y/n had made him a folder with pictures of her on his phone as she joked it would make it easier for him to admire her. Spencer chuckled shaking his head watching how JJ’s face turned to look like Penny’s.

“Fine!” Spencer exclaimed opening the folder to show them the pictures in there. The girls smiled looking at how pretty she was and how kind, but still raised an eyebrow to the pictures in which y/n looked too young. 

Specially the picture he had for her contact picture and the pictures where she was eating lollipops. Just as they reached a picture from when they had their second date, his two friends looked up at him.

Her wearing a denim skirt, pastel pink ruffled crop top, ruffled white socks, and black mary janes. Luke had joined the two blonde’s as him and Prentiss were looking for some snacks. “Whoa, how old is she?” Penelope asked looking at him take a sip of his coffee. “Eighteen.” He spoke taking another gulp. Even if she was still of age, the massive age difference was still there.

“She’s cute.” Prentiss spoke taking the phone from JJ as she swiped to the last picture seeing her smile at him taking a picture. She noticed the date on the picture was set to that day. “You saw her today?” The dark hair woman asked to which he nodded. “For breakfast.”

Luke chuckled nodidng. “You go, big boy.”

uhhh hello! sorry if you wear dark clothes, don’t like hot chocolate, cinnamon rolls, and drinking and smoking.

I was entertained, but definitely I wish Finn and company would’ve had more training time. Would’ve made it so much better, because this season didn’t really have a stand out moment. Maybe the drunken master fight. Overall, it ended on a pretty high note. Was a pretty enjoyable show. Not the best but I won’t complain too much about it. Certainly not horrible like reviews have implied.

Compared to Killgrave/Kingpin/Punisher, the villains were forgettable. So about 6/10.

I came to really like Danny, even if he was kind of boring. I wish they let him be more humorous.

Interesting story but poor writing. They also definitely could’ve used Chris Brewster’s help on the fight choreography, they just felt a bit stiff and unrealistic since they couldn’t hide Danny under a mask. Though considering he only had three weeks to train, 12-14 hours a day shooting, and he had 15-20 minutes to learn a fight scene before they have to shoot it, no matter how big the scene is. We should be happy they weren’t worse

I got the feeling they tried to compensate for the typical complaint of having a few episodes with lots of action being followed by slow filler episodes by trying to spread it out evenly, but the problem is better solved by just making the seasons shorter.

Defenders is going to come down to who they let take care of the writing. If it’s the people who’ve been behind Matt and Jessica, we’re in for a treat. If its the teams from Luke or Danny, could be rough.

Sugar daddy! AU BTS: Taehyung. The model.

Everything he wanted, he could get it. There’s nothing that he couldn’t have since he got into the modeling industry, hard work and good looks really paid him well. Taehyung’s only issue with his lavish lifestyle was simple; he got bored so easily, from girls, to material things, everything has become so dull to him.

And then there was you.

You, who disregarded him in the blink of an eye when he walked by while everyone was stunned by his presence.

You, who laughed at him and treated him like any person when he was used to being praised and adored all the time.

And even though he somehow hated how you wouldn’t get swept up by his presence, he was definitely starting to like how he had to earn it. He has always loved a good fight.

Even better if the prize is you.

He still remembers the first time you walked unto the set where the photo shoot would be done; leather jacket, ripped jeans, cigarette in mouth and a huge suitcase full of camera equipment along with 10 other people.

Honestly? You looked like you could beat the fuck out of him, but that only fueled his excitement, may or may not have made his submissive side show up.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Y/N and I’ll be your photographer”, he gave you one of his infamous smiles and said, “Kim Taehyung, the model”.

He expected a shy blush, a stutter, anything that could give you away, but instead he was met with a smirk and a puff of smoke.

“…Adorable, my pleasure, Taehyungie”, you answered, belittling his name on purpose, “Well, let’s get started”. You dropped his hand unceremoniously and walked away with another inhale of your cigarette.

Truth to be told, you were good, not just plain good, you were amazing and the photoshoot went off without a hitch. Somehow after that first meeting, seeing your face became more of a frequent thing.

And his flirting became more obvious and shameless, and your actions to brush him off became harsher.


“Let’s go out, Y/N!”, you side eyed him and looked back at your laptop, scanning over the recent photoshoot. “Are you crazy, Taehyung?”, you answered uninterested. “Not really”, he trailed off as you closed your stuff and handed a usb drive to someone, “sort of, but that’s not the point. We should totally go out”.
You stared at him, then softly prayed to the gods above that he could just leave you alone. “Look, I don’t know what got into you lately, but I don’t want to go out with you,” he stomped around like a little kid whining your name.

“But whyyy?”, you watched him go around for a while before collecting your stuff, “Sorry I can’t be your plaything, Taehyung, maybe in another lifetime!”, you yelled while walking to the van.

His actions never ceased and there is only a certain amount of annoyance anyone can take, God knows you tried. One of the times being when Taehyung decided that your house was more comfortable than his penthouse, you snapped.

“Y/N”, he whined, resting his legs on your lap while you typed furiously on your computer, “I’m hungryyy. Should we order food?”, you tried to ignore him but he wouldn’t stop whining and complaining.

You suddenly closed your laptop and stood up, getting his legs off you, he gave you a curious look and a “What?”, instead of answering, you grabbed him by the collar of his very expensive Gucci shirt with a furious expression—

And kissed him.
Hard.

I’m kissing Taehyung. The realization of your current situation hit you harder than you expected, but you pushed forward either way, finding Taehyung’s lips just the right combination of soft yet firm lips, rather delicious.

You waited for the impact of Taehyung’s kiss to be harsher, more tongue and teeth and definitely messier than now. But instead, he slowed down and savored the kiss, and one turned into three, and three turned into countless bites and licks.

One hand reaching your cheek while the other traveled to the back of your hair, tangling his hand in your locks. The hands on the collar of his shirt traveled to the expanse of his chest and the urge for air and something more made you break the kiss.

Have you ever seen someone this handsome? Even with his lips swollen and shirt wrinkled and messy hair, he looked even better than in your photos. If that was possible.

“This is nice”, he said with a smile coming to his lips, but you stood up and fixed your wrinkled t-shirt and opened your laptop again. “You got what you wanted, now go away”, his expression changed to one of total horror and you laughed.

“I knew it wouldn’t be that easy!”
“Of course it won’t, you idiot”.


Light skin version.
Pictures are not mine.
Credits to the owners.©

Veterinary medicine, seemingly more than any other profession, often has people asking why things cost what they do or even at all and why things are done the way they are. The most basic answer is because vets and their staff need and deserve to be paid and the hospital has bills of its own that must be paid in order to stay open and provide services. Another answer is because other people have screwed it up for the rest of you.

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Something Better (Hayes Grier)

Something Better

#43 - “I’ll never be enough for you.”

#47 - “I want you to talk to me again.”

My phone dings with what I’m sure is another missed call or text from Hayes. I wish I could answer, text back. I wish I could be the girl he needed, one who had the confidence to stand in front of his fans with him. One who he could post pictures with, without her being completely insecure and making him delete them.

Watching the compilation of every stop they hit on tour just made me realize how obvious it is that I’m not meant to be in his world. I watched as he sang with them, took photos, a few even attempted to kiss him and one succeeded. It didn’t even bother me, just made me think, If the people who follow him are that beautiful, if he gets along so well with the people he’s spending his tour with, he could find someone to be with who’s so much better than me.

I haven’t talked to him since I watched that video, maybe 3 days ago. The tour ended when the video came out, so he should be back soon. He’ll catch on soon enough, move onto someone new. Whenever we were out together it was blatantly obvious how interested other girls were in him. That’s probably what makes me so surprised that he stayed with me for as long as he did, even if it was only 5 months, 2 of which he was on tour for.  

For the first few days my phone rang non-stop, since normally we talked every day he was on tour, but I stopped calling after I saw the video.

Eventually I picked up, and when he asked why I hadn’t been answering his calls I told him, “I’ll never be enough for you,” and hung up.

He doesn’t call as often, but still texts me every night telling me how much he misses me, calls me every morning right around 11, which he knows is right when I’m waking up. I didn’t get a call this morning though, or a text last night.

I’m taken out of my thoughts about Hayes by a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting to be him. I back away from the door quickly, as if it burned me. Maybe if I stay quiet he’ll think I’m not home.

“Y/N, I know you’re here,” he calls out. Dammit.

A minute later, “Please let me in. I don’t know what I did wrong, Y/N.”

He was perfect, I hate that I’m putting him through this, but he deserves someone better. “You didn’t do anything, it’s me.”

“Can we talk without a door between us please?”

I cave and open the door. I miss seeing his face in person. As soon as I turn the knob he rushes in and draws me into him with the warmest, most comforting hug I’ve had in months. “Baby, I missed you so much. Why have you been shutting me out?”

For a moment I keep my eyes closed, my body relaxed against him, just enjoying the pleasure that is being near him. Sooner or later I had to pull away, before I got too attached.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore,” I say, keeping my eyes at the wooden floor beneath me.

“What?” he asks, backing up a little.

“I’m sorry, Hayes.”

“Y/N, what do you mean? We were just fine before I left. I don’t understand.”

“You and I both know I’m not the right girl for you.”

“What are you talking about? What did I do?”

“It’s nothing you did. It’s just that I don’t fit. You hang out with all of these great people and I can’t compare. I never will. I can’t make you happy like they can.”

“Y/N you already do-“

“No. Don’t try to protect me. I saw the way you looked on tour. Happy… uninhibited. You loved it more than I’ve seen you love anything. I can’t give you that.”

“So you did see the tour video. Is this about when that fan kissed me? I didn’t know it was coming I sw-“

“It’s not about that. It’s about us.”

“Stop interrupting me,” he commands, effectively quieting me. “Y/N, you know how I feel about you. All of this stuff about me being happy without you is bullshit. Don’t push me away.. I want you to talk to me again, like you used to.”

“I’m not pushing you away. You’d be better off with someone like the people who you went on tour with, or the Instagram models that go tot he same parties as you or,— anyone other than me. This is what’s best, okay?”

“No, not okay! I want you and no one else and that’s how it’s been the whole time we’ve known each other. You’re right, tour was one of the best times of my life. But not because you weren’t there. It was in spite of it. Every night, I missed you. When the meet and greets got long and shows went over the time, all I could think about was you. Every memory on tour that I made would’ve been 10 times better had you been there to share it with me. And that’s what I thought of, every time. I don’t know how to convince you.”

God, I know he’s trying to be helpful, trying to reassure me, but I just can’t. All I can think of is down the road, when one day he realizes how much better he can do. It’ll hurt so much more than it does now, if that’s possible.

“Well then maybe it’s me.” I lie. He just looks at me confused as I continue. “I’m the one who needs to move on. Find something better. I don’t want to live the lifestyle you do, I’m not meant for it.’

His eyes become frantic. “You don’t mean that, baby.”

“I do.” I take a step over to the door that we haven’t strayed far from. “Please leave,” I say, my voice gentle and on the verge of tears. My eyes meet my bare feet once again as I wait for him to walk out of the door, out of my life.

“Y/N,” I can hear the desperation in his voice as the need to hold him, comfort him tries to take over me.

“Please,” I repeat, wiping a tear before it falls to the ground.

I hear his deep breath, then the clomp of his shoes as they step back over the threshold. I quickly close the door and lean against it, biting the sleeve of my sweatshirt to muffle the sounds of my gasping sobs.

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Prompt List - to be updated

Song Prompt List
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A/N:
Was gonna finish this off in one go, but then I thought nah. I kinda like where I left it. Also sorry for taking so long to write it, I started and then I got writer’s block, probably left it sitting for like 2-3 days. But I finished and here it is. Should I do a part 2? I mean, you said I could end it how I wanted, so this could just be the end. But if requested I’m open to a part 2, seems interesting enough. And it would be my first Hayes imagine with multiple parts. It’s up to y’all though. By the way, thanks for reading, hope you liked it. Especially the requester, which once again I did enjoy writing this, although ending it was somewhat difficult. Up next are some Shawn imagines and I think one Gilinsky one.

Peace,

that-fandom-tho.

Sugar daddy! AU BTS: Taehyung. The model.

Everything he wanted, he could get it. There’s nothing that he couldn’t have since he got into the modeling industry, hard work and good looks really paid him well. Taehyung’s only issue with his lavish lifestyle was simple; he got bored so easily, from girls, to material things, everything has become so dull to him.

And then there was you.

You, who disregarded him in the blink of an eye when he walked by while everyone was stunned by his presence.

You, who laughed at him and treated him like any person when he was used to being praised and adored all the time.

And even though he somehow hated how you wouldn’t get swept up by his presence, he was definitely starting to like how he had to earn it. He has always loved a good fight.

Even better if the prize is you.

He still remembers the first time you walked unto the set where the photo shoot would be done; leather jacket, ripped jeans, cigarette in mouth and a huge suitcase full of camera equipment along with 10 other people.

Honestly? You looked like you could beat the fuck out of him, but that only fueled his excitement, may or may not have made his submissive side show up.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Y/N and I’ll be your photographer”, he gave you one of his infamous smiles and said, “Kim Taehyung, the model”.

He expected a shy blush, a stutter, anything that could give you away, but instead he was met with a smirk and a puff of smoke.

“…Adorable, my pleasure, Taehyungie”, you answered, belittling his name on purpose, “Well, let’s get started”. You dropped his hand unceremoniously and walked away with another inhale of your cigarette.

Truth to be told, you were good, not just plain good, you were amazing and the photoshoot went off without a hitch. Somehow after that first meeting, seeing your face became more of a frequent thing.

And his flirting became more obvious and shameless, and your actions to brush him off became harsher.


“Let’s go out, Y/N!”, you side eyed him and looked back at your laptop, scanning over the recent photoshoot. “Are you crazy, Taehyung?”, you answered uninterested. “Not really”, he trailed off as you closed your stuff and handed a usb drive to someone, “sort of, but that’s not the point. We should totally go out”.
You stared at him, then softly prayed to the gods above that he could just leave you alone. “Look, I don’t know what got into you lately, but I don’t want to go out with you,” he stomped around like a little kid whining your name.

“But whyyy?”, you watched him go around for a while before collecting your stuff, “Sorry I can’t be your plaything, Taehyung, maybe in another lifetime!”, you yelled while walking to the van.

His actions never ceased and there is only a certain amount of annoyance anyone can take, God knows you tried. One of the times being when Taehyung decided that your house was more comfortable than his penthouse, you snapped.

“Y/N”, he whined, resting his legs on your lap while you typed furiously on your computer, “I’m hungryyy. Should we order food?”, you tried to ignore him but he wouldn’t stop whining and complaining.

You suddenly closed your laptop and stood up, getting his legs off you, he gave you a curious look and a “What?”, instead of answering, you grabbed him by the collar of his very expensive Gucci shirt with a furious expression—

And kissed him.
Hard.

I’m kissing Taehyung. The realization of your current situation hit you harder than you expected, but you pushed forward either way, finding Taehyung’s lips just the right combination of soft yet firm lips, rather delicious.

You waited for the impact of Taehyung’s kiss to be harsher, more tongue and teeth and definitely messier than now. But instead, he slowed down and savored the kiss, and one turned into three, and three turned into countless bites and licks.

One hand reaching your cheek while the other traveled to the back of your hair, tangling his hand in your locks. The hands on the collar of his shirt traveled to the expanse of his chest and the urge for air and something more made you break the kiss.

Have you ever seen someone this handsome? Even with his lips swollen and shirt wrinkled and messy hair, he looked even better than in your photos. If that was possible.

“This is nice”, he said with a smile coming to his lips, but you stood up and fixed your wrinkled t-shirt and opened your laptop again. “You got what you wanted, now go away”, his expression changed to one of total horror and you laughed.

“I knew it wouldn’t be that easy!”
“Of course it won’t, you idiot”.


Light skin version.
Pictures are not mine.
Credits to the owners.©

Show Time

Gajevy Oneshot/CapAleran2

On FF.net and A03


The first thing he noticed upon stirring was the smell of the breakfast Levy had managed to produce. How with the long list of preparation work to do for the day -let alone the entire week- he didn’t know. Gajeel groaned then as he made himself slip out from between the thin mattress of the camper’s bed and the blankets, knowing full well that he’d also be just as busy. The only people who’d be able to enjoy another hot, muggy day were the 4H-ers. Tis the season.

What bacon, eggs, and biscuits and gravy were left were waiting on the small fold-out table when he emerged from within their home away from home for the fair week. Levy stood reading the show’s events and drinking coffee from her stainless steel thermos. Her hazel eyes glanced to him before going to her watch. “About time.”

Gajeel frowned and grunted, adjusting the crotch of his jeans. He surveyed the surrounding grounds. Many other families had campers as well and were camped in rows within walking distance from the barns. He didn’t see very many people out. “Where is everybody?”

“At the barns.”

“The kids too?”

“Yep.”

“It’s barely 7:30 am. Why can’t they do this during the school year?” Gajeel commented with a surprised look. He snatched a few pieces of bacon from the serving plate before him. “Did you cook this?”

Levy folded the paper and stuffed it into her back pocket, also where her phone and hair ties were stashed. “They serve breakfast from the kitchen by the extension office. Better eat all that you can. They’re going to need your help dragging the arena sand.”

Gajeel looked at her as he chewed another bite. “I figured. What about you?”

“I’m helping in my own way.” She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes. “Hurry up and get going. It starts at 10.”

With that Levy left her husband to fend for himself. She mentally ran through things to accomplish before show time as she briskly made her way towards the large green-roofed barns. There were already a few kids coming back from the wash rack, towing freshly bathed horses. She let them cross through the wide entry first, searching for Melina while she waited.

The barn was a place of comfort for her. The scents of horses, leather, hay, and even the manure were all satisfyingly familiar and it eased her nerves. Walking purposefully for their stall lots, Levy spotted her seventeen-year-old sliding the stall door closed. “Is the feeding done?”

“Yea,” Melina said. “I just finished brushing him.”

“Rhett’s too?” Levy peered over the adjacent stall window to see her fourteen-year-old struggling; the gelding would not move his hoof for Rhett to use the hoof pick. The chestnut’s coat was clean at least.

“Do what I told you before,” she commented. “Run your fingers down the back of his leg.”

“I did.” Rhett let out a frustrated growl, still bent over. He pushed his shoulders into the gelding’s leg and pulled on it in an attempt to bring up the hoof.

Knowing there was a bunch of things that needed to be done in a short amount of time, Levy calmly entered the stall, taking Rhett’s hoof pick out of his hand. She promptly worked her magic and the gelding shifted, raising his hoof.

“I’ll finish him. Haul the tack up here from the trailer and then clean them off.”

Rhett huffed as he stepped into the busy barn aisle. He went with Melina, hurrying down the gravel path. Their mother then resumed the tasks of mucking out the stalls and cleaning up their aisle way. By the time she had finished, sweat accumulated on her skin and strands of her hair stuck to her face and neck. Her children had lugged their wheelbarrows full of riding equipment and were seated in their fold out chairs thoroughly wiping the leather pieces down.

After wiping her face with a towel of their show box, Levy blew out a quick breath. She could smell herself; a shower would be a luxury no one involved with the show could afford at the moment. It would have to wait until the evening. She checked the shower stalls for availability and returned in a near jog.

“Grab ‘em,” she said, pointing to the animals. “Get to the baths before someone else does.” She hurriedly flipped open the box lid and pulled out the large blue grooming caddy, complete with brushes, shampoo, and conditioner, while Melina and Rhett opened the stalls to collect their horses.

After the horses were squeaky clean and show-ring ready, there was enough time to spare for Melina and Rhett to wash up and change. Gajeel soon found them, making his way through the crowded aisles. Sweat poured from his skin. In his one arm was a few bottles of cold water. He used a blue handkerchief to wipe away the droplets trickling down his forehead with his free hand and offered them the bottles. “Almost show time.”

“Sit still,” Levy murmured to Melina as she shifted in the chair. Her words were slightly muffled due to the hair pins stuck between her lips, her fingers intertwined within Melina’s black curls to produce the tail end of a long single braid.

“No one’s gonna see my hair, mom. I have to wear my helmet.”

Levy ignored her. “I’m almost done.”

The arena speakers crackled to life with the female voice testing the volume and sound. It was almost time to begin. Checking the show program, Gajeel saw she was listed in the third class. He grabbed Melina’s western saddle to begin tacking up her black gelding. The saddle blanket matched her teal show jacket. Gladious quietly stood for him to cinch up the latigo, tightening the saddle and teal saddle blanket to him.

The large arena had bleachers on both sides. The metal seating was full with spectators awaiting the classes to begin. Levy stood with Gajeel by the white railing as both of their children mounted their horses in the smaller practice ring to warm up. They watched Melina hold the reins while Rhett adjusted his stirrups. His green show jacket was a great contrast to his gelding’s rich, reddish coat.

Melina’s riding form was spot on as she guided Gladious around the ring. The gelding’s topline was level, his head vertical just as a western pleasure horse should carry himself. His coat glistened in the sunlight. His legs effortlessly pulled them along around in the sand. Rhett came up alongside her and they urged their horses into a slow lope. Nervous smiles were etched on their faces.

Gajeel bent down close to Levy’s ear, his lips brushing it. “A sweaty Hamilton says she takes her first class,” he murmured. His large hand slipped to her waist. “Rhett too.”

He was met with a giggle. “A sweaty sock Ten, huh? So little faith.”

He pursed his lips and pinched her side. “I didn’t say that.”

“Uh-huh. Betting on our children…” She bumped his leg with her hip. “Make it a crisp Jackson.” Levy kept her eyes on her children, confident that they both would do very well in their riding classes. She was after all their riding instructor and 4-H club leader. She had made them practice almost every day.

A female voice boomed in the air; the speakers were loud across the fairgrounds. “Hello and welcome to the second day of the horse and pony show. We will be starting with the Western Pleasure walk/trot class in five minutes. Horsemanship classes will follow after a twenty-minute break for lunch. Would all 4H-ers in the walk/trot class enter the ring, please.”

Her husband looked at her with a smirk. “Where are you hiding dry money at in this heat?”

The hazel eyes behind the dark sunglasses squinted up at his red ones as they slipped down from her face to the buttons on her chest. She smiled. “Not there…”

anonymous asked:

Hey! I'm the anon who wrote about the real sweet gym guy 😄 last Saturday when I was sick. I'm much better now! Anywho, I went to my workout class today (Saturday) & I made sure my gym look was on point 😉. My plan was to show out in front of him lol. Went to class & only 4 people showed up out of the 10 that signed up. He wasn't there today 😔. DAMMMNN IT!!! I was really hoping to maybe exchange numbers. Now I gotta wait until next Saturday to make my move if he shows up *fingers crossed*

He better show up next time ㅜㅜ

Teen Wolf Preference: How they help you smile...

Requested by anon

Stiles:

Whenever you’re feeling low or just not quite right, all Stiles has to do is spend time with you. He’ll bring you some sweets and he’ll sit with you and tell you all about his nerdy theories or make a tonne of jokes. If that doesn’t work? He’ll sit and cuddle with you until he sees a smile…

Scott:

If you felt sad or horrible Scott would do silly little things like his stupid dancing that never failed to get you to laugh or crack a smile. He would do anything, no matter how embarrassing just to make you happy. 

Isaac:

When you weren’t feeling right it was always Isaac who would find you. He’d watch whatever you wanted on TV, even if it was something he hated as long as it made you feel better. Because you were honestly worth watching people get married on some cheesy reality TV Show…

Lydia:

When you felt down and sad Lydia had one quick way to cheer you up and that was shopping. We’re not talking serious shopping though, we’re talking finding the ugliest pieces of clothing and making fun of them or giggling about shoes that looked like they could kill. It made you smile 9/10 times. 

Allison: 

Allison had two fail safe ways of helping you smile. Number one was a bountiful supply of cuddles, and number two? Was a marathon of some of the scariest movies and lots of popcorn which you could cry and laugh over.

anonymous asked:

Does it brother you when fans characterize Bakugou wrong? Like, when fans say that Bakugou is only a bad person, and that he deserves worse punishment for what he did? Or, on the other side, fans who ignore all of Bakugou's bad actions, and say he's a "sweet cinnamon roll who did nothing wrong"?

well, of course it bothers me

Bakugou isn’t some 100% completely evil and irredeemable character, but he’s also not some perfect cinnamon roll who’s never made mistakes before

Bakugou is a very complex character. he abused and bullied Izuku for 10 years, and that just can’t be ignored. that alone should be enough to show that he isn’t perfect. 

but he’s not just some evil person with no hope of becoming better. he’s shown time and time again that he has the potential to become a better person. 

we’ve even had two characters, in-story, directly state that Bakugou isn’t a villain. he may not be a saint, but he’s definitely no villain. particularly Aizawa–Shigaraki seriously thinks he can use Bakugou due to his desire to win. what Shigaraki doesn’t understand is that Bakugou wants to become a hero like All Might. Shigaraki, as Aizawa says, is very shallow in his judgement of Bakugou.

we’ve had an entire story arc where Bakugou is offered a chance to join the villains, and he all but spits in their face with a heartfelt, “Go fuck yourself with a rake.”

we’ve had more than one arc in the story show us that there’s more to Bakugou than what he seems. he respects Uraraka and treated her as an equal during their fight. he’s serious about becoming a hero like All Might, and will push himself to his absolute limits to reach this ideal. he avoided using large-scale attacks to protect Kaminari and Kirishima from their blowback, he feels guilty for how his actions eventually lead to All Might’s retirement.

yes, he hurt and abused Izuku for 10 years. that can’t be ignored. but there’s more to his character than just this. (and i’m 100% positive the story is progressing to a point where Bakugou will give Izuku a damn good apology for what he did.)

Bakugou is an incredibly complex character. of course it bugs me when people misinterpret his character to such extremes. both are incredibly black and white views of him, and they completely ignore the gray areas that make up most of his character and motivations.

he’s determined, angry, has both an inferiority and superiority complex, is a perfectionist and will push himself to unhealthy extremes to reach it, feels conflicted, frustrated, desperate, guilty, shame, pride, fear, happiness, doesn’t know how to express emotions without violence or being aggressive (like returning Kirishima’s money or telling All Might to be careful), etc.

he’s incredibly multi faceted. he’s not pure good or pure evil–he’s a wall of gray, just like people in real life. everyone has different sides to them. 

everyone is entitled to their own interpretations of characters, of course. but intentionally ignoring good or bad aspects of his character is rather irresponsible, i think. Bakugou can only grow so much because he started out so bad.

to me, it’s sorta like… how can you hope to truly understand a character if you’re ignoring major points that make the character who they are? 

and this applies to all character, not just Bakugou. every character has their own motivations and history and personality traits that lead them to act as they do, and it all builds on each other. good or bad, this applies to every character.

(thankfully, i’ve almost never come across those areas of the fandom, so i’ve personally never had to deal with these sorts of opinions before)

Tokyo Ghoul √A and more of its problems

Beware, this will be a long post, You have been warned.

Reading all these posts properly explaining and giving a lot of arguments about why Tokyo Ghoul √A didn’t deliver the hype and doesn’t do justice to its anime adaptation reminds me of another thing that some people had to mention:

Ishida had his draft/script for season 2, his draft was probably full of details for a possible anime original route who would actually make sense (we all know he wouldn’t do the story and that weird pacing like that and especially Tsukiyama’s nonexistent character development or Kaneki’s insane reduced screen time on season 2, its all the studio’s fault) and MANY things were probably skipped or away from the final result, which is this goddamn 12 episodes thing, and I still don’t get that stupid love of Pierrot for 12 episodes, seriously.
Probably Ishida’s draft was too long and with so many details for Pierrot’s stupid desire to do only 12 episodes (there was even a post here on tumblr talking about how they didn’t have much priorities for Tokyo Ghoul’s anime). Then Tokyo Ghoul is the one to suffer the most with its anime adaptations… okay the manga is still selling a lot BUT I wouldn’t really like to see one of my favorite mangas be known for butchered and messed up anime adaptations at the same time. I’m sure Ishida wouldn’t like to see that too…

And no, I’m not that manga reader complaining about Root A just because it’s not following 100% of the manga. I was actually hyped for season 2 since EVERY mistake from season 1 was pointed out, I even thought the studio would actually fix all of their past issues on last season, but I got even more hyped especially when Kaneki went to Aogiri (I was even okay without the epic 103 bones scene because of the alternate route) and the first episodes were more focused on the plot and explaining stuff but then… it became a trainwreck.

Not to mention how they butchered Kaneki’s development even more than season 1 for a lot of screen time on CCG and their doves. Sigh, even a fucking coffee cup from Anteiku would get a lot of screen time, or then people/ghouls staring at each other for 20/30 seconds.
“OH BUT THE MANGA ALSO HAD THOSE SCENES INVOLVING AMON, AKIRA, SUZUYA, SHINOHARA ETC”
At least the manga knew how to balance time between CCG, Kaneki and his group, Anteiku, even the twins, Doctor Kanou, Aogiri… even Shachi’s fight against Kaneki was better, and it was clear what happened to Shachi since he went to Aogiri. In the anime he just disappeared after Eto talked to him.

And… well, what about Kanou and Rize? This is so intriguing to me since they still didn’t show it.

Another detail:
Episode 8 had some good moments like Yoshimura’s past, and how he and Ukina had a baby… HOWEVER the anime made it look like an asspull with 11 out of 10 explanations such as “there was a little possibility of that happening, but then they made a miracle and the baby was born”. Congratulations, Studio Pierrot.
The manga clearly explained that the baby between a human and a ghoul would need nutrients and that would only be possible if the human mother started to do cannibalism so the baby would be able to survive and make it out alive. 
Meanwhile, what the anime does instead of adding an important explanation? We will add people at Anteiku making coffees and drinking coffee cups for almost a minute, or people talking about how it’s snowing during that episode.

And don’t even make me begin on stuff that they didn’t even bother to explain in such big details like the manga would do involving each Kagune’s type, or then the RC Cells (one of the things that shows the differences between humans and ghouls) who were probably never mentioned in the animation…

I’m fine with alternate stories (especially Fullmetal Alchemist’s first animation), but to be honest Tokyo Ghoul Root A (or Root Asshole like some people said here) was a disappointment :/.

Note: This is named Root A, which means something like Route Aogiri, right?
Why they have that name when Aogiri and Kaneki working for them didn’t even have enough screen time except for a few episodes? The main reason I was hyped for that season was because of a possibility of more screen time for Aogiri members, but that did not happen…
I even think they did this “alternate route” thing because of a poor excuse/marketing BS so they could rush the manga’s plot with a few differences with the possibility of the same outcome like the manga’s ending.
Maybe the alternate route could finally be shown on Anteiku Raid since we saw Touka coming to Anteiku on episode 9, but the final result of it still wouldn’t make up for the mess that they made in the story…

See, 12 episodes for each season does not make sense at all.
The thing is to pray for a remake with Madhouse (especially known for Death Note, Hunter x Hunter’s remake and Parasyte, who is showing to TG and Pierrot how an anime adaptation must be made), Bones (FMA Brotherhood) or Production I.G. (Attack on Titan), even if it takes years to happen.