hey that sounds like a great idea

The idea that women are innately more nurturing than men and have maternal instinct might sound endearing and without broader social context, even complimentary, because hey, its a great attribute to be loving and useful in a family setting, but it isn’t. To every demand of women, there is a lenience for men. When girls/women are understood as not only made for household duties, but actually enjoy it, the requirement for men to hold up their portion of domestic duties dissolves.

Women aren’t uniformly anything. Some might be nurturing and appreciate home labor, some might not, just like some might be tall and some might not, but its not a biological trait. Ultimately, its a sporadic characteristic turned social expectation which patriarchal standards have so deeply normalized that its made to be intrinsic.

This expectation has daunting consequences for practically every young girl and woman. Girls are domesticated young, trained to take on chores, while boys have the freedom to be a “mess”, or human. If a woman is married (in a hetero union), she is assumed, perhaps even socially coerced to do housework and child care. If a woman doesn’t fancy cooking or cleaning and has no desire of motherhood, she is seen as deficient, unfit as a spouse and “less of a woman”.

One of the most challenging aspects of fighting modern (meaning neoliberal) heteropatriarchy is the acuteness of which oppressive behavior occurs. Many millennial aged liberal men wouldn’t outright say they demand women to serve them and probably even support surface level feminist theory, but still legitimatize and absorb repressive gender roles in their understandings of and interactions with women. And many will resist being challenged on these ideas, no matter how counteractive the real life results are.

Burrito Blanket Batmom - Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader

I kinda love the idea of a “burrito blanket” batmom haha, and since I thought the request from anonymous I received was quite similar, I mixed them up together. Hope you’ll like it, particularly you @dannysanime, as usual, feedbacks are very welcome :) : 

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


-Are you alright mother ?

It’s early in the morning when your youngest son finds you in the living room, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, eyes wide open and not really looking at anything in particular. You don’t even react as he approaches you. 

-Mother ? Hey ? Mom are you alright ? 

Finally, you turn your head to look at him, blanket all the way up to your chin and wrapped around your head (and all around your body really, your face the only thing peering out of this burrito you made of yourself), you say in a croaked voice : 


Damian is immediately worried. It isn’t often, if not never, that you complain. That you let things get you down. You’re the cheery one of the family. You and Dick often are the ones that see the positive things in everything, so, seeing you there, laying on the couch without even the TV on, and looking as if you were completely done with life…Well, it worries your kid. 

You realize that he’s concerned about your well being when he kneels in front of you, and put his palm on your forehead. Oh, sweet boy. If only everyone could see him as you saw him, if only he’d be as nice with everyone as he is with you…No one would ever call him “brat” anymore. 

-I’m not sick honey, I’m just…I’m just….erf…

-…You’re just “erf” ?

You shrug your shoulder. Or at least, Damian thinks you shrug your shoulder, he isn’t really sure, seeing as you’re wrapped tightly in that damn comforter. 

He’s not sure what’s wrong with you, but he still wants to help. 

-Hum…Is there anything I can do for you ? Do  you want coffee ? Something to eat ? Or do you want me to go put a movie on or something ? Anything, really ?

You smile weakly at him, and it makes him frown. Your smiles are never weak ! They’re always so bright, warm, beautiful ! They always make him feel better, not matter what. Awkwardly, he brushes a few fingers against your cheek, and your smile widens a  little. Here. Better. 

-You’re already doing a lot my boy. 

“My boy”. He loved when you called him that. It made him feel…It just made him feel loved. And like a part of the family. Your son. But of course he was your son, you never saw him in any other way, even at the difficult beginnings…

He kept on brushing your cheek lightly, putting some strand of hair out of your face. You managed to take an arm out of your blanket, and caressed his hair lovingly, he laid his head next to yours, kneeling on the floor in front of you, and you just shared a sweet mom/son moment…So much that you both fell into a deep and comfortable slumber. 

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Anything For My Girls

A/N: Wow, here’s a Dad!Shawn fluff blurb. I haven’t forgotten how to fluff. 

Enjoy. Feedback appreciated. 

The sun has barely crept its way into your bedroom when you notice it. It’s hard to miss the sound of the door creaking open down the hallway and the patter of small feet shuffling down the hall. You smile to yourself because it’s just like clockwork when your door opens and quietly closes shut. It’s you who’s awake this time when she creeps in, but you pretend to sleep, curious as to who she plans to wake first.

Amelia thinks she’s being sneaky, she tries to be, when she tip toes towards Shawn’s side of the bed. For a moment she examines his face, wondering if he’s really sleeping or not before she reaches her small hand out to gently push on his shoulder.

“Daddy,” she whispers. “Wake up.”

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Let That Liquor Ride

Originally posted by groovyroom

Let That Liquor Ride
[DPRLive at a bar]

yeah wait hold up
let that liquor ride
baby love the way you chillin

Christian sighed rolling his eyes as Dabin stared at you from across the floor. You were waiting by the bar with your friends after Live’s set finished. You’d been nursing the same drink all night, occasionally you’d catch Dabin staring at you and you couldn’t help but to smile and look away shyly.

Christian had fallen victim to your little game of cat and mouse and had grown tired of it. “Please ask her out already. Mate you’re drivin’ me insane over this”

“I will…” Dabin mumbled downing back the rest of his liquor. “I will…I’ll ask her out…” he stood up, squaring his shoulders before immediately losing his nerves and sitting back down. “After one more drink” he reached out as the waitress walked by and grabbed another glass of alcohol.

“You’re pathetic. Come on. What are you waiting for? She’s been to every single one of your shows this month. You know she’s into you.”

“It’s not that simple Hyung… She's…”

“Pretty hot and out of your league?”

“Yeah…” he frowned losing what little nerve he had.

“Invite her and her friend up here. Maybe she’ll ask you out.”

“I can’t just ask her up here. What does that look like? Hey, do you wanna come to the VIP area with me? That just makes it look like I’m trying to make a move on her.”

“You are trying to make a move!” Christian groaned raking his hand through his hair. “You are literally trying to ask her out. And if I have to sit here and watch you ogle her for another night I’m gonna ask her out myself. And trust me Mate, it won’t be for your benefit”

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The Right Way

When John opens his eyes, everything is white and silent.

His first feeling is shock.
Shock over this surreal environment. The sand, the heat, the tanks and the death have disappeared. No screams and no helicopter sounds can be heard. Instead, quiet, friendly voices around him. Birds singing somewhere. Well, outside. Outside where the sun shines. Where there is a daily life. Around him is the smell of disinfectants and mild detergent.

John blinks at the bright light in the room. He realizes he’s in a bed. No narrow, hard cot. It is a large, soft bed. A thick pillow under his head. A blanket pulled up to his chin. It’s warm.

He also notes that he can hardly move. It’s like a heavy weight is pushing him down.
John grunts, and wiggles tentatively with his toes under the blanket. This works very well. But as he tries to lift his head, an unpleasant, throbbing pain passes through his shoulder. At the same time, it occurres to him that he has been shot.
Shot. In Afghanistan.

John lets his head sink back into the pillow and breathes in the cool air in the room.
I was shot …
Pictures before his eyes make him swallow.
Running soldiers, screams, shots, an explosion. A hand on his arm, a whisper, a groan as eyes close forever …
And then the sharp pain as the bullet pierces him. Pain, so much pain, he falls into the sand and he can hear his name. Someones shouting his name …
A moment later it’s all gone.

John knows he’s been taken to a hospital. For the initial treatment. And then. Home.

Home, meaning this hospital.

He sighs, and licks his dry lips. Thirst.
His gaze falls to the side of the wall, where a call button is.
He presses it.
A few minutes later, a young nurse comes into the room. She smiles the certain standard smile, which is so common in a hospital.
“Ah, Dr. Watson, you are awake. Very good. The doctor will want to see your wound soon. Do you need something?”
“Water,” John can only croak with difficulty. And he points his finger vaguely at the bed. “Could you … raise it please?”
“Yes, of course.” The nurse pushes a button on the bed and it slowly lifts. “I’ll bring you water.”
Then she is gone again.

John can see the room better now. And when he looks aside, he sees that he is not alone.
Next to him is another bed. And there is a man in it.
The face half hidden by an oxygen mask.
John can see thick, dark locks. And pale, almost white skin. He judges the man to be in his mid-thirties. He stares at the completely motionless body and swallows. Something is drawing him to this unknown man … something he can not explain. John notes that he is fascinated. Fascinated without really having a reason for it. He shakes his head slightly.

The nurse comes back with a mug and a water bottle.
She pours him water into the mug and John takes it with a still unsteady hand. He drinks, relieved.
Then he says softly, “Who is that?”
The nurse follows his gaze and says with a sad undertone, “Oh, this is Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes. He’s been here for a long time. Almost half a year. He’s in a coma.”
“Ah,” John says, swallowing. Half a year. That’s a long time. “How …?”
“How it happened? He overdosed on cocain. We … well, we can’t ask him, but we think it was a suicide attempt.” She gently shakes her head and takes the empty mug from John. “It’s really a shame. He never gets any visitors. Never. The thought that no one in the world is there for him … Who knows if he will ever wake up again. Perhaps there is simply nothing worth it for … Oye, I talk too much.” She seems a little embarrassed and clears her throat. “If you need anything, just call, ok? The doctor should be here any minute.”
“Thank you. Yes.”
The nurse leaves. John does not look away from the sleeping man in the other bed.

Half a year. No visit.

The days pass at a quiet, slow pace, which both soothes and disturbs John.
He is not used to it.
He almost expects to be suddenly torn from the calm routine by a shrill siren. Or suddenly lie back in the hot, bloody sand of the desert.
But of course it doesn’t happen.
Instead, he wakes up around 9 in the morning, receives his breakfast and is examined. The doctor is friendly and passive. Nodding pleased at the sight of John’s wound, while John himself stares at the hole in his shoulder with a growing nausea.
After that, he can only watch TV, or watch Sherlock being fed.
It’s hard to watch.
No reaction comes from the comatose man, when the nurses lift his limbs off the bed to wash him. Turn him to his side. Dress him again.
The motionless body doesn’t resist. It reminds John of a doll. He does not like this thought.
At noon, they bring John food again.
For Sherlock, of course, nothing comes. He is fed artificially.
In the evening, more food. And more TV.
A lot of rest. A little too much, John thinks once, and feels strangely guilty at the thought.
On the third day of this routine, he talks to Sherlock for the first time.
It’s because a James Bond movie is on.
John always liked James Bond.
And that’s what he says.
“This is a good movie. A really good movie. Lots of action. And the women are pretty, the men too,” he says aloud in the room. And laughs. There’s no answer. And he feels a little stupid.


After a while, John realizes that he will not get any visitors either.
It’s not really that surprising.
Harry is … well, he doesn’t even know where his sister lives. His mother is dead. And he does not want to see his father. Not that he thinks, his father would want to see him …
Once, he receives a call from the leader of his unit. From Afghanistan. He says something like, “it’s a shame” and “get back on your feet soon”. John doesn’t say much. He only murmurs “Yes, sir” now and then.
His hand is trembling as he holds the phone. A tremor. It hasn’t stopped since he woke up.
He doesn’t get any visitors. Just like Sherlock.
Only the nurses and the doctor enter the room.
“Here we are, huh?” John says to Sherlock while eating his bland soup. “We’re alone together here.”

And then the nightmares start. About the war. About death and pain. About men he could not save. Distorted faces in the dark. Eyes full of despair.
He wakes up in the middle of the night. Heavily breathing. Bathed in sweat.
He moans and sits up with difficulty. Runs a hand over his face.
He looks at Sherlock. Sherlock, who is, as always, motionless in bed. A part of his face lit from the machine that measures his heartbeat.
John swallows. He must … He feels the overwhelming desire to talk to someone. It needs to stop. He can not … Oh, hell, he has no one and it’s not like Sherlock would complain, right?
He clears his throat and begins.

“Well, uh, Sherlock. How do you feel? Um, I hope I didn’t wake you. Sorry, haha, bad joke … I had a nightmare, which is quite obviously, right? Well, uhm, I hope it doesn’t bother you if I just talk a little. Yes. I’ll talk. So make yourself comfortable. Haha.
Sometimes I think I’ve gone the wrong way. I became a doctor because I wanted to help people. And the army … Well, it was just a whim. An idea that me and my friends had. One of them is dead, by the way. Mmh. I … it was not always bad. The training was exhausting though. Sometimes I thought I could not make it. My family was not much help either. My father is an asshole. There is no other word. My sister was thrown out. My mother died. It was all … a mess, you know? Anyway, I’ve been struggling. I wanted to do it. This one thing. And I did it. I’ve become a doctor. I went to Afghanistan and treated soldiers. I’ve seen things that would turn your stomach. Wounds that seemed like death sentences. I’ve looked into hopeless, desperate eyes. Sometimes I saved them. Sometimes I couldn’t.
And the faces of those I could not save, they haunt me now, you know? In my dreams. God. I’m so sorry. I really am … Do you see that? I’m crying. That hasn’t happened for a long time. It seems to make you sentimental when you get a bullet in your shoulder … " 


"Thank you for listening to me all the time, Sherlock. All this blabbering must be terrible. I thought about James today. Who that is? Well, good question. We were more than friends. But never more than … no idea. I kissed him. Well. In the desert, watching the sunset. Once. Just once. Do you think that is romantic? Shit, yes. Mabye it is. ”

“My middle name is Hamish. I hate it. I mean, who calls their child John Hamish? My father chose my name. There we have it again. This bastard. Hamish. I always avoid telling people that name. So, I guess that makes us mates? Hey, buddy, haha. No. That just sounds wrong. Sorry.”
"I can get up today. Great, huh? I feel like an old man. My damn shoulder, my trembling hand … a pretty sad picture I make, huh? ”

“It was not so bad. I mean, I for some reason I’m limping, quite badly, but the fresh air was great. I was down in the park. And imagine, a woman spoke to me. She’s called Mary. She said she’s working here. She is nice. And you know what, I asked her if we could go for a coffee. She said yes. Can I get a ‘well done’? No? All right. ”
“Do you know, that you’re pretty? Really, you are. I maybe would have asked you out, if I met you somewhere else before. Oh God, sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I … Maybe I’m just afraid. Because … well. I’ll have to leave here soon, I guess. And I don’t know what to do then …”
“Well, that’s it. I … tomorrow I can go. I don’t know exactly where, but I can go. Mmh. I think I’m really scared. Mary said I should do therapy. No idea if that would help. I guess, I can try it. Maybe. Well, I’ll pack my things. You know … you really could wake up to say good-bye to me. It would be nice …”
“Surprise! Yes, here I am again. I … I missed you, Sherlock. You’re a good listener, you know? Better than my therapist … So, what happened since I left, tell me, haha.”
“I will marry Mary. That’s … yes, that’s good, right? She is … she gives me a certain hold in life. I would not know where else to go. What else could I do? So. We are getting married.”
“Oh God. Fuck Hey, Sherlock. I … She’s pregnant. She … she’s really pregnant. Did you hear that? I’m having a baby. I’m going to be a father. I. Can you belive that? No, me neither. I … Oh my God, what am I doing?”
“This is not what I wanted, do you hear me Sherlock? That … my God, I can not do that. That’s … That’s not me. Fuck. ”
“I love her … Really, I do. I mean, I married her. But … I just do not know what I’m doing. I’m … This is not me. I don’t want a quiet family life in a terraced area. I want … I don’t even really know what I want … But, I hate all of this. I … I thought I was going the right way this time, but that … that’s not what I want. I’m not a family man, Sherlock. ”
“You know, Sherlock, you can just wake up once. So … so we could really talk. Because, well … You listen to me here as I talk every day. Aren’t you bored. Jesus. I know it would be a miracle if you woke up. I have … I’ve heard the nurses talking. They’ve given up on you. It would be a miracle. But … I don’t know, maybe you can just make the miracle happen for me? Simply … Oh God, I don’t know what I’m talking about. Good bye, Sherlock. Until tomorrow.”
6 weeks later.

“Hello, Dr. Watson. I’m sorry to call you so late, but he … he’s asking for you.”

“Who? Who is asking for me?”

“Sherlock Holmes. The coma patient you have been visiting. He woke up and now he’s asking for you. Very urgently.”

John hurried to the hospital. He doesn’t even notice that he left his cane at home. Until Sherlock points it out. Sherlock, sitting upright in bed, an exhausted, oblique smile on his face.
Sherlock, who says quietly, “Hello, John.”
Sherlock, who steals John’s heart within a second and opens the door to a whole new, completely different story. Who shows John a new way. Which is finally

           the right one. 

This was inspired by this beautiful post of @johnnlocked: AU in which Sherlock is in a coma and John is in the same room.

Corrected by my wonderful beta @bakerstreet-irregular <3

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All’s Fair in Love and Pet Names




“Nuh uh.

"Honey lumpkins?”

“What the hell? No.”


“Generic. And no.”


“… I think I just threw up a little.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m serious. If you ever call me ‘boobear,’ I’ll file for divorce.”


“Hey, you’ve been warned.”

“Listen here, dog-boy: it’s every new wife’s sacred duty to find the right pet name for her husband.”

“Which kami gave out that dispensation? Cuz I’ve got a complaint to make.”

“And I’m going to find yours, just wait and see! How about… dumpling? You like dumplings!”

“I also like being regular, don’t mean I wanna be called Shithea—”

“Stud muffin.”

“Oi, you’re not listening to me—”


“Kagome, stop.”



“Sugar pie.”

“Are you just hungry?”

“… I mean, a little. But if you don’t like the food theme, I can try something else. Sugar…um… daddy?”

“… okay, I think I really did throw up that time.”

“Yeah… that was pretty bad. Okay, scratch that one. Um… Old Man?”

“How about we avoid anything that makes me sound like your great grandfather, or the creepy old uncle nobody wants to invite for the holidays?”

“Okay, fine. I’ll think of something better. Something so good it’ll knock you right out of your socks!”

“Uh huh. My socks are quivering.”

“How aboooouuuuut… Lambykins?”    

“… Kagome…”


Fuck no.”

“Mud Puppy.”

“Stop with the 'puppy’ business. First I’m a grandpa, now I’m a toddler. Damn, Kagome.”

“All right, all right. So you want something more macho?”

“I want you to give it up already.”

“Just who do you think you married, huh? I’m not a quitter!”


“How about… Beefcake.”

“Still hungry?”

“Hot Toddy.”

“Ain’t that a cocktail?”


“… a little, microscopic, tiny bit better…”

“Silver Bullet?”

“… I don’t hate it…”

“The Silver Wonder?”



“… cat? Really?”


“Okay, these names are taking a huge step backwards. Let’s go back to the 'bullet’ idea…”

“My Uzzie Wuzzie.”

“… You know what? Fine. Fine. That sounds great… baby.”

“… now, Inuyasha… I know you know that I don’t like it when couples call each other 'baby’. It’s so infantilizing.”

“Oh? Hn, all right then, Old Lady.”


“What is it, Princess?”

“Oh my God, don’t even start—”

“Okay, Poopsie.”

“Ew ew ew!”

“Don’t like that, Jigglypuff?”

“Hey! Just because that was my favorite Pokémon in middle school, doesn’t mean—”

“Tch, who do you think you married? That’s still your favorite Pokémon.”

“… ahem. Be that as it may, it doesn’t mean I want to be called—”

“Keh! Fine then, Tootsie Roll.”

“Don’t make me file for a divorce.”

“How could you say that to me, Sugar Lips?”

“OKAY, OKAY! I surrender! Are you happy now? I surrender! No more pet names!”

“Promise, Gummy Bear?”

“Ugh! Yes, I promise!”

“Good. Glad to hear it, Sugar Lumps.”

“Watch it, Puppykins.”

A/N: I’m having too much fun with the dialogue challenge, someone take it away from me. (Yeah, I know pet names aren’t really a thing in Japan like they are in the west, but I just had to. I had to.)

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really love your works. I enjoy reading them during my vacant time and sometimes in the office. lol. Anyways, I do not know if you've done this before, scenario: MC and RFA + trio are high school students, and RFA + trio trying to confess to MC. **i am not sure if you got the idea, somewhat hard to put into words. lol** anyways, thank you in advance ^^

hey, hun!💛 Sorry this is so late, but I hope you like this!

it’s a really cute request ^^ It’s my pleasure to do it and I’m glad you like the others too!~

[ side note: zen’s got lowkey angsty whoops ]


  • his gang members hate that he always actually goes back to the school
  • but he can’t help himself - there was still someone there that he needed to see
  • it was his best friend, mc. whom he had been friends with since middle school
  • and he was actually pretty surprised they still wanted to see him
  • they were finishing their second year of high school, like he would be if he stayed
  • he knew it was dangerous…going back. but he couldn’t help himself
  • hyun had a huge crush on mc. and he was going to tell them. at the very least so he wouldn’t regret not telling them
  • so he texted them to meet him outside after class 
  • he was waiting in their usual meetup spot, which was by a tree near the school
  • but this time, it was for a goodbye.
  • “Hyun!” mc’s voice made him look over and smile at them
  • “Hey babe. How was school?” “Boring without you, you know that”
  • he laughed, which was his first laugh in a while
  • it was so easy to laugh with mc…he might not get this chance ever again 
  • “But anyways, what’s up? I haven’t seen you around lately.”
  • “Yeah, sorry about that…but I just needed to tell you something.”
  • “Are you going somewhere?” “Kind of?” “…What is it, Hyun?”
  • He sighed and took their hand and kissed it gently 
  • “I needed to tell you that I really like you before I left.” 
  • “what?- hyun-” they called, but he walked off


  • yoosung wasn’t supposed to fall for mc
  • he was their tutor for crying out loud
  • but…they were so cute….
  • a lil backstory: they met at a volunteer event the school ran
  • they were partnered up for a help desk, getting people where they need to go and giving out extra supplies
  • and they’d talk when they got a break
  • listen, he had no intention to actually fall for mc
  • what happened, however, was he fell for their dedication to getting through this
  • they tried to learn the subject and made efforts to just talk to him besides school work
  • the two of them shared interests, possible plans for the future - along with their insecurities of the future
  • and a friend of his told him to just ask them out
  • …what did he have to lose?
  • it was their last study session together - in the library
  • 30 minutes in and he still couldn’t gather up the courage
  • yoosung, you literally have 2 minutes left, just ASK 
  • what ended up happening was he asked while they were both packing up
  • mc was grabbing their things, but took a second to look up and smile at yoosung
  • “thank you for everything, yoosung. I promise I’ll make it up to you somehow!”
  • it literally slipped out - yoosung didn’t even think about it
  • “how about a date?” yoosung’s mind: whatdidijustdoijustdidthatohmygod
  • mc paused for a second before packing up again
  • yoosung felt embarrassed, just going to quickly pack his things 
  • but he saw mc move a hand to his bag, putting a piece of paper on the very top
  • “saturday. 8?” and then they walked off
  • it was their address. and he turned red for a second


  • oh there was no way jaehee could do this
  • there’s no way mc would like her
  • they barely even hung out! 
  • sure, they would text each other every now and then. they’d talk in the hallways and eat lunch
  • but…they weren’t really friends
  • yet jaehee somehow managed to get a crush on mc. great.
  • she was sure mc saw her as everyone else did - quite robotic. not any fun at all
  • and..she had to admit, she was sometimes
  • so how was jaehee going to do this again?
  • ah yes, slip a note in their locker
  • she was just gonna pass by and slip it in
  • if it went wrong, mc could just text her a no. she could live with that
  • if it didn’t then…great! 
  • that’s what she told herself as she slid the note in
  • now to wait
  • it honestly was on her mind all day and she could barely focus on school work
  • and apparently her being nervous made her more robotic because everyone around her asked her about it
  • but who cares? she was only waiting on a response from mc 
  • she’ll probably get it when she gets home
  • “jaehee!” mc called, making her turn around
  • oh no no nono  they’re going to reject me right here right now, i was specifically trying to avoid this
  • “oh, hello mc. do you need help with anything?” 
  • “yeah, actually. what time should we go? and should I meet you somewhere or at your place?”
  • “….i’m sorry?” 
  • “our date, silly”


  • usually, jumin han was a confident teenager, but now…well..
  • im cr ying i just remembered i said jumin’s emo phase was in high school rip
  • so imagine a small, emo-phase jumin han trying to ask out his crush
  • you think it would be kind of weird, especially considering his outlook on life right now
  • but it was actually pretty simple
  • I mean, of course, besides the fact that he was still surprised he had a crush on someone
  • V had to literally tell him, “it’s because you have a crush on them, jumin. that’s why you keep thinking about them”
  • please spare this child
  • he invited them over after school one day to help them with their math homework 
  • and, trust me, everything was Prepared
  • so as you can imagine, it was going very well
  • they were getting their homework done, there were snacks, and mc honestly seemed to be having a good time
  • so…he just kind of went for it
  • “mc, may I ask you something?” 
  • of course his manners are still top of the notch, even through his emo phase
  • “sure, jumin. what do you need?”
  • “would you like to get dinner sometime? we could do tonight if you’d like, and I could have anything you’d like prepared. but don’t feel pressured, of course”
  • he’s rambling, how cute
  • mc laughed a little before putting a hand on his shoulder to get him to stop
  • “are you asking me on a date? or to just stay for dinner?”
  • jumin blinked, “A date.” 
  • “then yes.”

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • one of his friends wouldn’t shut up about it
  • “the great luciel has a crusssshhhh” [ he still goes by luciel and hides his Angst, but he’s not a hacker ok ]
  • “no I don’t.”
  • he’s not allowed to have crushes, he has too much on his plate to worry about already
  • having a crush would only hinder him
  • but….mc was really fun to be around
  • and they cared about him 
  • maybe they would…be able to see through his mask 
  • but they wouldn’t like saeyoung. saeyoung was too weak and sad
  • no, he shouldn’t waste his time thinking about this, he had work to do
  • …….15 minutes later……..
  • wait, he built a little butterfly robot
  • and now he was seriously considering writing a letter
  • maybe he will
  • he just won’t sign it so they’ll have to guess who it was from
  • you think the butterfly robot would give it away, but honestly? 
  • it still could be anyone, they shared the same classes and they were all full of people who could do that
  • so he wrote the letter and sent it off the next day
  • it reached mc just before their first class together
  • they walked in holding the butterfly
  • saeyoung did a really good job, playing around and pretending he had no idea about it 
  • however, right before class was over, there was a note on his desk
  • but..he was the last one there? 
  • he opened it to find it saying, ‘did you forget I know your handwriting? also, I like you too - mc’ 

v / jihyun

  • you think jihyun would be rather shy about it
  • however, he was so smooth
  • the whole thing was really casual
  • they were paired together for an art project and started working at mc’s house
  • and they kind of got side tracked from the project to just talking
  • honestly, they were talking for far longer than they meant to
  • the project was forgotten
  • “oh! it’s getting late and I never realized…I should get going..” V said, looking at the time
  • mc looked at the time as well and gasped, “Oh!  and we barely finished the project”
  • V just stood up and smiled, shaking his head. “It’s alright, there’s tomorrow. We can focus on that tomorrow”
  • mc nodded in agreement, standing up as well. “Sounds good. And hopefully we’ll get the chance to finish that conversation”
  • v started making his way to the door, mc following him
  • “that sounds great, but I have a better idea.”
  • “oh do you? what is your idea, then?”
  • v turned around to face them, smiling lightly.
  • “we focus on the project tomorrow and finish it. Then we can finish that conversation another time. Over dinner maybe? We could start a new one too”
  • honestly, it was pretty direct and mc was caught off guard for a second
  • but they laughed once and nodded, “that sounds great, jihyun.”
  • V smiled wider. “great. I’ll see you tomorrow, mc”


  • no no no no absolutely not
  • there was no way saeran had a crush on someone
  • absolutely not 
  • he refused it
  • but then he saw mc again the next day
  • damnit
  • well…maybe it’ll go away if he doesn’t tell them
  • so that’s the plan
  • until saeyoung stares him down
  • and he knows he’s in trouble because saeyoung knows him too well
  • so they had a conversation at home about it
  • “why do you think it isn’t good to have a crush on someone?” saeyoung asked
  • “because there’s no way they’ll like me back? especially mc.”
  • and this pretty much continued all night because saeyoung wouldn’t let it go
  • but they eventually reached a compromise 
  • saeyoung would pretend to be saeran and ask for him
  • horrible idea, i know
  • so….let’s go! 
  • “hey, mc. may I ask you something?” saeyoung asked, trying his best to act like saeran 
  • “sure, saeran, what is it?” “would you…like to go out sometime? we could…check out that new place that opened up and get some ice cream after?”
  • saeyoung could literally feel saeran’s death glare from nearby
  • mc just laughed and nodded. “that sounds great. tell saeran I’ll meet him there at around 1, okay saeyoung?”
  • “sure thing, mc!” saeyoung said, “wait.” 
  • now saeran was really glaring at him
  • but mc just walked away smiling
  • …at least it worked


  • i feel like it was easy for vanderwood
  • the only problem was that they were friends and he didn’t want to make it weird
  • but honestly? they were planning to ask each other at the same time
  • so yeah, it was actually kind of awkward
  • and neither one of them really thought it through, it literally just showed up in a normal conversation
  • the two of them even asked at the same time
  • spare these awkward children
  • like, okay…listen..
  • their current conversation had nothing to do with it, either
  • “hey, vandy. do you want to go out for lunch or cook something?”
  • “how about we get something delivered? I don’t feel like doing much of anything, really.” 
  • “alright, i’ll order something in a second.” 
  • “by the way, mc?”
  • “yeah? i need to ask you something too.” 
  • and…you know? they actually spoke at the same time 
  • “for dinner, you wanna go on a date?” 
  • they both just..decided to Go For It, huh? 
  • the two of them stopped everything they were doing and looked at each other for a second 
  • and then they just laughed with each other
  • “I guess we know each other’s answers then.” Vanderwood said
  • mc nodded with a smile
  • “still, lunch first.” 
Cryptozoology / Hey There Mothman
Your Local Gay Cryptid
Cryptozoology / Hey There Mothman

Cas: There should be cryptid parodies of songs like Hey There Delilah

Me, someone with no singing, editing, or songwriting ability whatsoever: that sounds like a great idea! 

I made this for my wonderful gay cryptid @cryptozoooologist. I apologize in advance for how awful it is, but I hope someone finds it entertaining nonetheless~

Background music is from here 

Lyrics by me:

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anonymous asked:

hey sorry your anxiety is fucking with you :( maybe as a distraction you could do you top 5 malkin pics/gifs? if you feel like it!

hi, thanks :) it sucks but i’ll push through it. i’ll probably go to bed early or something but yeah top geno gifs sounds like a great idea. lets go:


this gif is honestly something special and i’ll never get over it (also i lov his lil wonky nostrils, why? idk)


shit this gif of him looking at sid, man it fucks me up every time


holy shit


just… what the ever loving fuck


my fav smiley boy

and finally

honourable mentions because honestly he’s a complete dork


Tales of Miss Fortune(Part 2)

Here we are folks, part 2. There is no sin in this, unfortunately, but we get a look at Marinette and Adrien’s daily lives. And a cliffhanger.

First | Next

It was a general agreement that Monday sucked. It was even more of an agreement that Monday mornings, specifically, sucked even more. In fact, it was common knowledge that Monday mornings were the moment when most hopes and dreams died. And when there was a Monday morning at the Agreste Headquarters, well, that was when all aspirations, happiness, self-esteem, and trust went down the gutter. Adrien’s included. He tried to put his best professional face to show that he was a very equilibrated man, who gets a full night rest and is nothing short of a responsible adult and a perfect CEO for the Agreste fashion empire. As he walked confidently through the building, the employees were greeting him with that usual air of ‘shit, that’s the boss’, so he assumed his façade was working.

(Honestly, was he that scary? He certainly hoped not.)

When he was finally in the privacy of his office, he let his head fall on the table as he groaned miserably. He had a night from hell. Not only was he left with a boner, but also tied to a chair. And it was very hard to try to get out of that death grip without knocking the candle overs and setting the whole Louvre on fire. He arrived home exhausted and only managed to get two hours of sleep. And just when the sleep was the sweetest that’s when his alarm decided to wake him up. Hell knows the dark circles under his eyes were only hidden because of that luxurious concealer he was wearing. Whining again softly, he rested his cheek against his desk considering taking a nap right that second. But of course, he didn’t have the chance. A cup of coffee and a bag with a pastry were put in front of him. And if there was one thing he loved more than sleep it was food. His head shot up immediately.

“A café noisette and a croissant with extra butter.” Marinette Dupain-Cheng declared. As he dug in his breakfast, she glanced at the clock on the wall. “And just in time. 9:15.”

“I never knew you were a morning person.” he remarked in between two sips of coffee.

“Oh, I’m not a morning person. I just had a very busy night and just didn’t go to sleep at all.” she said with a satisfied smirk.

Busy night? She must have worked on designs, Adrien thought. Marinette was, after all, an amazing designer. He had been impressed with her portfolio when she applied for the internship and he decided there was no way he would let her carry the coffee and lunch orders of everybody in the design department for the year long period of the internship. Well, she was still bringing him coffee, yes, but she was also able to work on her designs whenever she was done with the tasks he was giving her. And he knew all too well how cut throat the fashion industry was and how sabotage and mental games worked when it came to newcomers. And while Marinette was a force to be reckoned with, he would rather save her all that trouble. He had been dealing with those things since he began to walk, he would rather not have anybody go through the same thing if he could help it.

“So, what’s on today’s agenda?” Marinette asked as he finished his croissant.

“Just arrange the schedule for the week and then you are free to design. If anything else comes up, I’ll tell you.”

Marinette nodded with a smile, moving to her desk on the other side of the great room. Adrien finished his coffee, depositing the bag and the empty cup in the trash bin under his desk and decided to try his best to focus on work. The coffee had helped a little, but not enough to make up for all the lost hours of sleep. A low tune filled the air and his eyes slipped to Marinette, who got to work already while humming a familiar tune. It sounded like the last Jagged Stone hit. Ah, Marinette had really great taste in music. And video games. And fashion. And food. And… everything really. She was a very efficient assistant and just a lovely person to be around in general. Sometimes Adrien wished he had a friend like her. Huh, friend. He tilted his head, wondering if it was a good idea to ask.

“Hey, Marinette,” he called across the room, getting her attention. First name basis was something he insisted on. Monsieur Agreste sounded too much like his father and it was making him feel super weird. The only two instances when they used formal titles were when they were joking around or when they were in front of other people. “Do you… do you consider me a friend?”

Marinette blinked surprised and Adrien wanted to punch himself in the face for asking. Until her lips curled in a smirk and a mischevious glint appeared in her eyes. It almost gave him a feeling of deja vu, for whatever reason. “Oh, my, Monsieur Agreste, what an improper question. So unbusinesslike.” she teased, before she gave him a genuine smile. “Sure, Adrien. I can be your friend.”

“Thank you.” he breathed out, turning back to his work and missing the sad expression that took over her features.

“No need to thank me.” she said back with a fond smile.

Well, at least Marinette was considering him a friend. Her and the fluffy god of destruction currently sleeping in his pocket. What a squad. Sometimes he wished he would have went to school like everybody ese, and make friends who might have liked him for more than his money or looks. He never had that chance. And ever since his father died, well, being a CEO as we as a supe hero didn’t give him th chance to mingel. Adrien sighed and begann typing an email.

Maybe he will just have a peaceful day for once.

(Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.)

He and Marinette were just exiting the building, deciding to go to get some dinner, cause they will be stuck at work over the program yet again. That was when four police cars with the sirens ringing passed by fastly. Adrien wanted to scream. Seriously? Again? Didn’t Miss Fortune have a life to take care of that didn’t imply robbing every museum in Paris?

“I wonder what that is.” Marinette thought out loud.

“A robbery, most likely.” Adrien said, while checking his pocket for Plagg. “You know, Marinette, why don’t you just go home. I’m giving you a free night.”

“Wait, where are you… ?” she didn’t have the chance to ask because he already took off running.

“I just forgot something I need to take care off.” he called over his shoulder. “Have a nice evening!”

And with that he disappeared around the corner, leaving a very confused Marinette behind him.

As it turned out, it hadn’t been Miss Fortune this time. Just a gang trying to steal from a jewelry store. Honestly, the fight didn’t last that long, but they had the boss of the store and two employees taken as prisoners so he had to get them out first. Chat Noir dropped in a dark alley, making sure no one was around as he dropped his transformation. Catching a yawning Plagg in his hands he snorted.

“Me too, buddy. Let’s go home.” the kwami didn’t even bother to ask for cheese.

As he made his way out o the alley carefully, he didn’t notice the pair of striking blue eyes following his every move.

“My, my,” a sweet voice mocked. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

kirst’s friends with benefits sterek recs

fav fic for this trope: 

My Heart Comes Tumbling Down  by  DevilDoll

“This is a casual, adult relationship based on sex, and it is awesome.” In which Stiles and Derek have a great time buddyfucking until a burrito ruins it all.

216 + 1: Words To Say Instead of I Love You by briggs

Derek and Stiles have been best friends for fourteen years. They have their differences, sure, but it’s never been a question for them. Their friendship has been the most solid thing in their lives – until suddenly it isn’t anymore.

Funny how just a few choice words can throw fourteen years of friendship off-balance.


a collection of “Bro, That’s Gay” one-shots that actually ended up turning into a concrete storyline.

A Good Thing by Jerakeen

“I think it’s time to admit that I have this bizarre, weird, twisted thing for your dick.”

All Things Bright and Beautiful by Saucery

“Hey, remember when we popped zits together? So sexy.”

Asymptote by CelestialVoid

It all started on a stake out when things got a bit hot and heavy in the car. After that, they swore it was a one-time thing. But things don’t always go to plan.

Consider It Love by mysecretashes

Stiles and Derek are just fucking. It doesn’t mean anything.

delicate transitions by Marishna

If Stiles was honest he was shocked as shit when his hot and smart TA with a sharp-witted, dry sense of humor and a model’s body agreed to go out with him. He felt like his lips were tripping over themselves to get the words out but he must have made some sort of sense because Derek ducked his head with a smile and agreed.

Don’t Be Good to Me by Dexterous_Sinistrous

What Stiles and Derek have is very casual. It’s so casual, Stiles doesn’t even see his feelings for Derek sneaking up on him until he realizes that Derek isn’t exclusive. He’s forced to face reality as Derek remains as emotionally distant as possible. Stiles just really doesn’t want Scott to say, “I told you so.”

Prompt: “Sterek fiction. A & B are fuckbuddies. When A stops fucking around with someone else, B still like to get random guys home to fuck. A decides to stop the relationship with B. B says he doesn’t mind at all. A is really awkward and hurt everytime he meets B in pack meeting. One day they fight, and they have angry sex, which A still yells furiously to B while having sex but can’t help the pleasure. and in the end, I want an angst scene maybe like Kim jong kook Music Video - Don’t be good to me.”

Edge of the Moon by thepsychicclam

Derek doesn’t need a partner. He’d had a partner, and now she was dead. He sure as hell didn’t need this spastic, babbling kid as his partner - no matter who thought he was a genius or who his father was. But the SEA required all their agents to have partners, and Director Argent was insisting Derek work with Stiles.

With dead pools surfacing with agent names on them - including Derek’s own Pack - he has to ignore his hatred for his new partner and focus on taking down the Benefactor. If he doesn’t kill Stiles first.

Foes With Benefits by kellifer_fic

Stiles wants to fist bump Danny but he’s pretty sure he’d just end up punching himself in the eye so he refrains. “It’s not really a relationship anyway. It’s more a foes with benefits type deal.”

“Except that you’re completely in love with him,” Lydia says to her manicure.

“Except that I’m… wait, what?”

If These Walls Could Talk by distortedreality

“I’m worried about you. If you’re hung up on this guy all through high school then you won’t have room for anyone else. What do you think will happen when you both go off to college? Fuck, don’t answer that because I wouldn’t put it past you to go to the same one as him.”
“You literally make me sound like a stalker.”
“You’re only like 60% stalker.”
“I’m not any percent stalker.”
“Now that’s just a boldfaced lie, isn’t it, Der?”
Derek pressed his face into Cora’s pink duvet and groaned loudly.

A high school AU where everyone’s human and bad at communication. Stiles is an oblivious as hell lacrosse star, Derek is totally not pining and in no way working against his own self-interests (shut up, Cora), and everyone else is the captain of their ship (which doesn’t exist) (but it so does).

It’s Cool for the Summer by TroubleIWant

Stiles is absolutely sure about who he’s spending the rest of his life with, even though she kind of maybe broke up with him before her summer abroad. He’s still going to win her back. This fuck-buddies thing with Derek is just to pass the time.


“So, this was great,” Stiles forces out, “But I’m not really looking for a repeat, even, and definitely not more. It isn’t you, honestly, but I want to be clear that this was not a date, there will be no dates for us in the future, none of that.”
Derek, thankfully, interrupts him with a wave of his hands. “Woah, no. Absolutely, me neither. I’m sure you’re a great guy and all, and this was fun, but,” Derek breaks off to laugh ruefully. “I just got out of an engagement, I’m definitely not looking for anything, either.”

Let’s Just by coffeeinallcaps

“Let’s just,” Stiles gasps against Derek’s mouth, both of his hands tugging ineffectively at Derek’s belt, “let’s just— oh, fuck—”

His dick fits into Derek’s palm like they were made for each other, Stiles’ dick and Derek’s palm, a match made in heaven, and Derek runs his thumb around the head and nods. Yeah, he thinks as Stiles breathes out a hot wet moan into the curve of his neck, impatiently bucks up into the circle of Derek’s hand. Let’s just.

Love So Hard, It Could Rip My Heart Out by Lapin

Stiles is seventeen, and his best friend is drifting away, and his dad isn’t speaking to him, so he’s going to make some bad decisions. He’s seventeen and he needs bad decisions to look back on when he’s thirty, and nothing is a worse decision than Derek Hale. He’ll let the Big Bad Wolf in, let him press Stiles down into the couch and he’ll wrap his arms around him and he’ll know it’s a bad choice, but it’s his, and Derek is here when no one else is. 

Sick Day by dragon_temeraire

Stiles has big plans for the weekend, but due to unforeseen circumstances, they’ll have to be delayed.

Strings Attached by  JessicaMDawn

Stiles just wanted to be a great cop and have great sex. He didn’t want to fall in love. But it turns out Derek is too perfect and he ended up in a great relationship without realizing it. And he’s so very, very angry about it. SterekWeek2015. SterekScene. Inspired by the movie No Strings Attached starring Natalie Portman.

Thaw by TroubleIWant


Even hearing his voice reminds him what a bad idea this is. “Hey, Derek. Just ran into a beta who was really interested in your location. In a distinctly non-friendly way. So heads up.”

“Are you alright?” Derek asks. Even through the bad connection he sounds a little wrecked, like he’s got the gist that no, Stiles is not.

“Peachy,” Stiles lies. They breathe at each other for a moment, until he can’t take all the things they’re not saying, anymore. “How’s Winnipeg? Liking the snow?”

“Calgary, now,” Derek corrects.

“Man, don’t tell me that,” Stiles whines. “It’s safer if I just don’t know.”

“Not safer for you, if you need me.”

Stiles snorts at that, then winces. If he needs Derek. Sure, let’s put that in the hypothetical. “I gotta go. Just wanted to warn you.” He doesn’t hang up.

“I love you,” Derek says, fast and hot like he thinks Stiles might cut him off in the middle of it. He’s not wrong.

“That’s nice,” Stiles says, in a tone that implies the opposite. He ends the call.


In which Stiles is an Emissary, Derek is in love with him, and nothing comes as easy as it should.

The Truth of It by alisvolatpropiis

Derek took the picture late one night the summer between Stiles’ junior and senior years of college, the last of their four summers together.

Or not-together. The last of their four summers of whatever it was they were to each other in those years, fucking nonstop and spending nearly every waking moment together for three months at a time, both of them aggressively maintaining the it’s-just-sex-it-doesn’t-mean-anything rule they set their very first time together, the night of the pack’s high school graduation party when, slightly drunk, Stiles kissed him for the first time, determined and eager, heart pounding in Derek’s ears.

together we can just let go by trilliastra

They should have been helping Isaac with the last arrangements. Lydia ordered Derek to get the flowers and Stiles was supposed to bring the cake safe and sound to the Beacon Hills Hotel. Instead he’s on his back getting fucked by Allison’s best friend on the backseat of his Jeep.

Trigger by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Stiles got to his feet so he could use the bathroom, rubbing sleepily at his face. He’d been planning on staying for a while after the pack left, get a few rounds in before heading home since his dad was on the night shift, but he didn’t think he’d make it that long.

Maybe Derek would be okay coming over to his place so Stiles could pass out without worrying about having to wake up in time to go home. Wasn’t like Derek hadn’t scrambled half-naked out Stiles’ window before.

His dad still hadn’t actually caught Derek, but he knew what they were doing. He didn’t approve, but Stiles felt it was more the sex with a Werewolf in general as opposed to Derek.

You Only Live Once…or Twice by WonderWolf

“Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’.

Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—”

“I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.”

Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.”

(Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)

The Other Woman - Jason Todd x Reader

@memento-scribet This one’s for you babe. ;)

Prompt: Can you do a fic where Dick’s and Jason’s SOs have been friends for like ever and the boys get jealous of them spending so much time together or whatever and one of them just sorta looks at them and is like look we have been together for so long we are practically married get over yourselves or like Dick’s SO calls out babe and both Dick and Jason’s SO answer and she is like “Not him babe her babe” just basically two bffs dating two batboys please. (I’m a jaywife BTW if you need a POV) Thanks <3

“So … You and Dick’s girlfriend are pretty close huh?” Jason asked you trying his damned hardest to sound casual.

“Why?Are you jealous?” You asked, teasingly poking your adorable, overthinking boyfriend between the ribs.

“Well sometimes I swear you spend more time with her than me and we fucking sleep together!” He complained, only half seriously.

“Awww, wee lamb. Are you feeling left out?” You asked ruffling his hair and giving him a sad little pout. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, a little bit actually.” He admitted. You smiled sympathetically at him and leaned in to press a kiss against his cheek. You proceeded to wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle your nose under his jaw.

“Babe, she and I have been together longer than any boyfriend either of us have had combined. We’re basically married at this point.” You explained in a gentle tone.

“So I’m the other woman?” He asked in a false offended tone.

“No sweetie, you’re not the other woman. She and I have agreed on an open relationship, baby.”

“How modern of you.” He replied with dry sarcasm.

“If you want to bitch about it I’m sure Dick would be happy to join your stitch and bitch club.” You joked, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. You could help but to chuckle to yourself at the cute little pout he gave you. Before he could voice any more of your complaints the doorbell rang signalling the arrival of Dick and his girlfriend. You let out a little squeal and hurried to answer the door. You flung open the door and launched yourself into your best friend’s arms.

“You’d think they haven’t seen each other in years.” Dick commented to Jason as they watched as you and your Babe excitedly hug it out.

“She told me today that we’re basically their mistresses and we need to start a stitch and bitch club.” Jason complained.

“That actually sounds like a great idea.” Dick agreed.

“Oh my god! Come in, come in! It’s been forever since we’ve last gotten together!”

“It’s been like two days and you guys text non stop.” Jason pointed.

“Hush you.” You hushed you spoilsport boyfriend while leading your guests further into your apartment.

“I’m going to just go start dinner. I’ll be right back.” You said already making your way into the kitchen.

“Hey babe? Can you get me some water?” Dick’s girlfriend called. Dick made a motion to get off the couch and go to the kitchen to get his girlfriend the water she requested.

“Where are you going?” Dick’s girlfriend asked in deep confusion.

“You said to get you some water.” He replied.

“Dick. Her babe, not you babe.” Dick’s girlfriend clarified. The sound of your laughter could be heard from where they were all sitting. These poor boys …

“So about that stitch and bitch …” Dick said leaning closer to whisper in Jason’s ear. “Wednesdays at 8?”

You’re Best Friends And You Hook Up (Shawn Mendes)

(Y/N) P.O.V.

I was excited for the night. I was throwing my 18th birthday tonight and I was feeling happy. And having my best friend by my side, I knew I was going to be celebrated in the best way possible. I have talked about this night for so long and it was finally here. “So… ready for tonight?” Shawn asked me. “Yeah, I think so. A little nervous, but I’m feeling excited”  I answered him. “Me too and it’s not even my birthday,” he said. “But before we leave, there is something I want to give you,” Shawn said. “Shawn, you didn’t have to do that,” I said as he took out a little gift box. “I know, but I wanted to give you something special,” he said and handed me the little gift box. I opened the box. It was a gorgeous necklace with a musical note on it. Shawn knew how much music meant to me and music was me and Shawn’s thing. “I love it, Shawn. Thank you” I said and hugged him. “You deserve it and now when I’m on tour or just away from you, you have the necklace to remind you of me,” he said. “Thanks, Shawn. I really love it. It’s amazing” I said still in disbelief that he got me such an amazing gift. “You’re welcome, but we need to get going if you don’t want to be late for your own party,” he said and laughed. And soon we were headed for the party.

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anonymous asked:

Was there a colored page of kirishima with black hair? I can't remember, but if there wasn't confirmation; what if his hair is a wildly different color and since manga is black n white no one can tell lmao

Might be, but even if it weren’t striktly black it still has to be some dark and dull color, or else he didn’t have any reason to call himself plain, right? No actual need to dye it either, really!

Anon said: Denki once jokingly said he just needs to stick a fork in a powersocket to pull an all nighter but now everyone wants to know if that can happen

I’m sure with everyone you mean the squad which as we all know is made of irresponsible idiots and enablers to every and all stupid/reckless ideas - I’m 100% convinced they all told Kaminari to “prove it, then” and Kaminari was definitely ready with fork in hand 0.2 seconds later and if it weren’t that they decided to be idiots in the common room and Iida happened across them just as he was about to stick the fork in the plug they would have already short-circuited the whole dorms building lmao

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  • Qrow: A double wedding huh? Sounds interesting.
  • Ruby: Yeah, it'll save us a bunch of money, and if we do all the decorating ourselves then we'll be able to get married even sooner.
  • Qrow: Hey, that sounds like a great idea. Do you think the Schneesters would be okay getting married in Patch?
  • Ruby: Well duh! Who wants to get married in a cold place like Atlas?
  • Qrow: *chuckles* Good point squirt. Hey let's go tell Tai and firecracker about this. I need to ask your pops to be my best man.
  • Ruby: Oh yeah and I need to ask Yang to be my maid of honor!
  • Winter: *eye twitches* Sister.
  • Weiss: *blushes* Yes Winter?
  • Winter: Did your partner and her imbecile of an uncle really plan a double wedding for the two of us?
  • Weiss: *winces* Yes.
  • Winter: Even though neither of us are dating them?
  • Weiss: *sighs* Yes.
  • Winter: *covers her face* They're a determined bunch.
  • Weiss: That they are.
Fighter, Lover - Yondu x Reader

so here’s maybe an idea if you want: like reader gets to be a part of the guardians of the galaxy somehow idk how and then yondu comes along for a mission and sees her fighting and is like damn who is that and they end up fighting together during the fight and they’re awesome and idk what happens after that it’s up to you but yea - Anon

Set sometime after GOTG Vol2 - Yondu lives AU

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You were starting to seriously doubt your decision. I mean Liam and a good guy and your brother was constantly getting under his skin and you really felt bad about that but Would apologizing to him for Brett’s behaviour be weird?

As you stood literally standing like a foot away from Liam as he prepared himself for lacrosse practice you found yourself hesitating. Just walk away and forget this whole thing, yeah that was a good idea. You were about to do just that but Liam spotted you before you could retreat.

“Hey [Y/N]” he greeted. Great, if you ran away now you’d look like a complete idiot. Might as well go through with your original plan.

“Hey Liam um this may sound weird but I really just wanted to say apologies for Brett being such a jerk. He’s my brother but you really don’t deserve to be treated like that” you said awkwardly.

Liam sucked on his bottom lip and nodded.
“Hey look it’s not your fault, but ah thanks anyway”.

“Cool, see you around? Maybe?”.

“Yeah definitely” Liam smiled. That really caused you to calm down a bit. Awesome, that didn’t turn out as weird as you thought it was going to be. You smiled at him and was just about to walk away when Liam stopped you once again.
“[Y/N] do you maybe want to hang out sometime?” Liam found himself asking spontaneously.

The request took you a bit off guard.
“Really? Sure that sounds fun, I’d seriously love that”.


Twisted In Love (D.T) Part 3

Summary:  Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken?

Word Count: 3,691

Warning: Smut.

A/N: Team Ethan or Team Grayson?


* * Times Skip - 3 Months * *

Reader’s POV

It’s been three months since Ethan asked me to be his girlfriend at the pizza place. Things between us were going pretty well. The fans were starting to accept our relationship, so the hate started to die down a little. Ethan and Grayson were back to normal. There was no more tension between them, which was a relief. Grayson and I on the other hand, we weren’t really on speaking terms. He still hasn’t spoken to me since what happened. He still hasn’t forgiven me. I mean I guess I can’t really blame him. He was dating Tana Mongeau now. That trashy YouTuber. Yeah I said it! I honestly don’t know what he sees in her. I didn’t even know he was into those kind of girls. I mean he seems happy, so I’m happy for him I guess.

I was in my room writing down some ideas for next weeks video. My YouTube channel literally blew up over night. Three months ago, I had about 197,000 subscribers, now I’m a couple hundred subscribers away from 1 million! It obviously had a lot to do with the boys shouting me out on Twitter, when they first saw my channel. I was now verified on Twitter, which is fucking crazy! I got invited to Playlist Live in Orlando next weekend! How did so much happen in 3 months? I’m more than grateful for all of this. There was so much love and support from the fans, but with all that love and support, comes a lot of hate. Some fans would say how I used the boys to help boost my YouTube career. I knew that wasn’t true, the guys knew it wasn’t true, but it was still hard to hear. The guys found my channel. They decided to shout me out, they wanted to film a collab, I didn’t make them do any of that. I mean yes of course them doing all that had a big play in where I am with my career now, but I didn’t use them. 

I was laying in my bed scrolling through Twitter, when Ethan called me. A smile crept upon my face before I answered.

“Hey!” I said!

“What are you up too?” Ethan asked, before I heard a car door closing.

“Nothing much, trying to come up with some ideas for the new video.” I said, scribbling random shapes onto my notebook.

“How’s that coming along?” he asked.

“It’s not. I’m one of those creators block, or whatever you call it. What are you doing?” I asked changing the subject.

He laughed slightly before speaking again. “ Well I’m on my way home right now, but how about we go get some ice cream, and I can help you come up with an idea for the video?” 

“That sounds like a great idea! I’ll get ready and meet you at your place.” I said, closing up my notebook. 

“Sounds good. I’ll see you soon babe.” Ethan said before hanging up.

I stayed in a bed for a few more minutes looking through some tweets, when I noticed the trends. #GrayanaIsOverParty was trending number 1 (Grayana is Tana & Grayson ship name, gross!) Why is this trending? I thought to myself. I clicked on the hashtag, and all I saw were fans calling Tana a hoe, and a slut. I mean that’s nothing new, but I was confused as to way they were saying this. I scrolled a little more, and there was a link to a video. I clicked the link and it took me to Kian’s and JC’s channel. It was a video called “Sexual Spin The Bottle” and Tana was in the thumbnail. It was almost impossible not to cringe watching this video. After watching the video, I decided to go look at her Twitter. Why not? Her last tweet was an hour ago. 

@tanamongeau: When your bf doesn’t like the new YouTube video so he breaks up with you. Oops 

What a bitch.

* * * *

I was in the bathroom finishing up getting ready, so I could go meet Ethan at his apartment. I was brushing my hair, when my Twitter notification had gone off. I walked over to the night stand to check. Looks like Grayson had just posted a new tweet. I’ve always had his, and Ethan’s notifications on. I guess I just never remembered to cut it off. 

@GraysonDolan: Positive Vibes.

I stomach dropped a little thinking about how Grayson must’ve been feeling about the video, and the whole situation. I wanted to reach out and see if he was ok, but I knew I shouldn’t. He wasn’t going to respond to me anyway. I liked and retweeted the tweet, before closing out of the app locking my phone.

I finished brushing my hair, and grabbed my wallet, and my keys of the bed before heading out.

* * * * 

I was outside Ethan’s apartment. I texted him letting him know I was here, but I don’t know what’s taking him so long to open the door. I held up my fist to knock again but the door opened, revealing Grayson.  

“Ethan’s in the shower.” Grayson said coldly, moving out the door way and into the kitchen.

It was like he could careless if I was there. I hate this. I miss him. Before all of this, he was my friend. Can I at least have my friend back? I walked over to the kitchen, and stood by the counter. Grayson was sitting at the dining table, eating some In n Out. I’m pretty sure he knew I was standing there, but he just wanted to be an ass and ignore me. I wanted to ask him if he was okay. I wanted to just talk to him. So I did.

“I heard about what happened with Tana…” I said. He took a sip from his drink, and looked at me with side eyes.

“You didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve to be made a fool of li-”

“You would know about making someone look like a fool. Don’t you Y/N?” he interrupted me.

Okay, seriously? Why is he being such a jerk? I get that I made him look stupid, but I apologized so many times. He knows how bad I feel about it, so can’t he just let it go? Its been 3 months already!

“Okay, I get you’re still mad but that doesn’t mean you can keep being a dick to me! If you can drop what happened with Ethan, why can’t you drop it with me? We both started dating other people. I’m sorry your relationship with Tana Mongoose didn’t work out. But I had feelings for you Grayson, I did! I tried to reach out. Hell I even went over to see you. I wanted to try and talk to you. But I show up, and you got Tana’s legs spread out in the fucking air, screaming your fucking name! …” I paused. The memory of that moment came flooding back in my brain. I honestly wanted to throw up.

“Look Grayson, I get it okay?” my voice a little calmer.

“It was just so overwhelming to see you guys fight like that. I felt awful knowing that I was the reason. But you need to understand where I was coming from when I didn’t want to make a choice. I thought what I did was the right thing to do. I didn’t want to have to choose between you guys… I couldn’t!”

“But you did choose!” he said, his voice a little louder than before.

I wanted to say something, but before I could Ethan entered the room.

“You ready babe?” Ethan asked, wrapping his hands around my waist. I saw Grayson get up from the dining table, and walked towards his room.

“Yeah, lets go.” I said, with a half smile. 

* * * *

We were sitting outside the fro-yo place eating frozen yogurt, and talking about some ideas for my videos. Ethan was talking about doing a couple’s tag, but to be completely honest, I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was still stuck on that awkward moment between Grayson and I. “But you did choose.” what he said kept replaying itself in my head. Grayson was right, I did choose. I chose Ethan. I was happy with the choice I made. I was happy with him. So why do I am I starting to feel like I made the wrong choice. 



“Y/N!” Ethan said loudly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“You haven’t said much since we sat down.”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m not really feeling good.” I lied. There was nothing wrong with me. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell Ethan I was thinking about his twin brother. 

“Want me to take you home?” he said, giving me a worried look and I nodded.

Ethan and I arrived at my apartment. He walked me upstairs, wanting to make sure I was okay before leaving. I wasn’t even sick, so I felt bad that he was worrying so much. He offered to stay for a while, but I wanted to soak in the bath, and be alone.

“Ethan, I’m fine! I’m just grabbing some water, and I’m going to go take a bath. We can FaceTime whenever you get home.” I said, giving him a kiss on the lips. He pulled away, and said the three words I was not expecting him to say.

“I love you.” he said, as he moved a strain of hair behind my ear. 

Ethan Dolan just told me he loves me. Why am I standing here like an idiot? Say it back you idiot!

“Ethan. I-I l-”  I wanted to say it back, I tried to say it back. But nothing came out. I just stood there like a deer in headlights.

“Y/N it’s okay. I’m not expecting you to say it back. I just wanted you to know how I felt. Whenever you’re ready babe!” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

“I’ll call you later.” he said, walking out the door of my apartment.

* * * *

Grayson’s POV

I was laying on the couch, scrolling through Twitter on my phone. Thought I’d follow, and DM some fans back. I was scrolling through my notifications, I saw that Y/N liked and retweeted one of my tweets from earlier. I wonder if she still had my post notifications on. I couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought. Remembering when she first told me that. She was so embarrassed, she turned as red as a tomato. My thoughts went back to the somewhat of a conversation we had earlier. That was the most we’ve spoken in months. I just don’t know why she chose Ethan over me. It was me she had the “celebrity crush” on. She liked me. I liked her. We would’ve been perfect together.

I heard the front door open. It was probably Ethan and Y/N coming back from their date. The door opened revealing just Ethan. Y/N wasn’t with him. 

“Yo.” I said, as he entered the living room.

“Yo!” he responded back, giving me a head nod.

“Where’s Y/N?” I asked, curious.

“She wasn’t feeling good, so I took her home.” he said before walking into his bedroom.

We were currently in his room, working on editing the video for next week. It didn’t take us long, because I had already did half of it while Ethan was out. Ethan told me he was gonna FaceTime Y/N, so I went back to my room.

It was 11:45 pm. I was laying in bed, and I could hear Ethan talking to Y/N in the living room. He seriously couldn’t sit in his room, close the door and talk to her? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t bitter about the whole thing. She was suppose to be my girl. Not his. If it wasn’t for Ethan, coming into the situation, she would’ve been mine. We would be the ones on face-timing right now. Not them. He just had to slide into her DMs even after knowing that I wanted to talk to her! Than on top of that he tried to lie, and hide it! I threw my phone across the room, feeling pissed off at Ethan all over again.

I threw on a white t-shirt, and some black Adidas sweats. I ran my fingers through my hair, before putting on my snapback. I picked up my phone from the floor, and grabbed my keys. I told Ethan I was heading out, before slamming the apartment door shut.

* * * *

I stood in front of her apartment door for what felt like hours, but its only been a few minutes. What am I doing here? Why am I even here? I don’t know, but I just needed to see her.

My hands formed a fist, as I knocked against the hard wood of the door. I knocked a few more times, and I could faintly hear someone talking from the other side.

“E, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Y/N said. I’m guessing she hung up because not long after that, the door opened.


“What are you doing here?” she asked, slightly confused. She stepped to the side, letting me in and closing the door behind us.

“I heard Ethan say you weren’t feeling good, so I just wanted to see if you were okay.” I said, standing in the middle of the living room.

“You can sit down you know?” she said sitting down on her couch. 

“And I’m not sick. I just told E that, so he would take me home.” she said, nibbling her bottom lip. A habit of hers I’ve picked up on pretty quickly. She usually does it when she’s feeling bad or guilty about something. 

“Why’d you do that?” I asked, sitting on the couch next to her.

“I don’t know.” her voice was at a whisper. She was fiddling with the ends of her sleeves. I can tell she was lying. She did know why, she just didn’t want to tell me.

We talked for a bit, catching up with what’s been happening with our lives. I congratulated her on hitting 1 Million subscribers on YouTube. I was honestly so proud of her. I just wish I could’ve been a part of all her great achievements. I was too busy being mad at Y/N for what she did, and in spite I started dating some blonde bimbo, trying to get over her. But I never did. My feelings for her never went away. No matter how much I tried to act like I didn’t care, I always have. I was such  prideful person, that I didn’t want to admit it. When Ethan started dating her, words couldn’t even explain how much that hurt me. But I still kept that “I don’t care” attitude going. Even though deep down I knew we belonged together. I don’t want to be that prideful person anymore. I don’t want to lie about my feelings anymore. I need to tell her

“I love you Y/N!” I said, cutting her off. 

“Wh-What did you just say? she asked, standing up from the couch looking at me.

“I said I lo-” I tried to speak but she cut me off.

“No! Shut up!” she yelled at me.

“Why would you do that? You can’t… You can’t just randomly come here, and tell me you love me Grayson! You can’t do that! Especially when I’m dating your brother! For fuck sake, I love you too, but I’m with your bro-” I didn’t let her finish. 

I grabbed the sides of her cheeks and crashed my lips onto hers. She kissed me back, but trying her hardest to keep her arms at her side. Her arms found their way around my neck. I smile into the kiss as I felt her wrapping her arms tighter. Our lips were moving in sync, my hands trailed down her waist. I rested them on the small of her back, pulling her body closer against mine. Her chest against mine, as I could feel my heart beat out of my chest. 

I pulled away from our kiss, and rest my forehead on top of hers. My eyes meeting her beautiful brown ones. My hands found her butt giving it a playful squeeze.

“Jump.” I whispered, before connecting my lips on her soft plump ones.

She jumps wrapping her legs around my waist, as I continue to kiss her intensely. Without breaking the kiss I carry her into her bedroom, and set her down on the set. She takes the collar of my shirt, and pulls me down on top on her. I moved my hands along her sides, stopping at the bottom of her shirt. I pulled her shirt up slowing revealing her stomach. She arched her back, so I could continue removing her shirt. I stopped kissing her for a quick second to pull the shirt over her head, and tossing it on the floor. Her hands made way under my shirt, running her hands up and down my back. She grabbed the trim of my shirt, I pulled my body away from her letting drag off my shirt one arm at a time, than tugging it off my head. I reconnected my lips onto hers, licking her bottom lip for entrance. She parted her lips letting me in, and our kiss deepened.

I moved my hands down slowly, my fingers meeting the waist of her shorts, and slowly pulled them down her legs. I bent down kissing her most private part through her red lace panties, as I run my hands down the back of her legs. She shivered slightly, and I glance up seeing her smiling down at me. I gave her a smirk, as I slid her panties down, tossing them on the floor with her shorts. 

I stood at the end of the bed, pulling down my sweats, and boxers, kicking them off to the side. Not once did my eyes leave her. She looked so beautiful laying there waiting for me. A part of me was feeling really bad for doing this to Ethan, but a part of me didn’t really care. As harsh as that sounds, I didn’t. He knew how I felt about Y/N. But he still decided to go after her. I know I say it a lot, but she belongs with me. And tonight I’m going to show her just how much I want her. 

I grabbed her ankles, and pulled her towards the end of the bed. I climbed on top of her, grabbing her hands, raising them over her head, and locking her fingers with mine.

“Want me to show you who the better twin is? I asked, planting wet kisses up and down her neck. 

“I’m gonna make you feel better than Ethan ever could.” I whispered against her lips.

“Ethan and I… We never… We never had sex…” she said. Her eyes locking on mine.

What? Her and Ethan never had sex? Why? I mean obviously that’s a good thing, but why the hell didn’t he want to tap that ass? Maybe he did? Maybe she didn’t want to have sex with him? I don’t know, but the thought of Y/N never even being touched by my brother turned me on 10 times more. She’s mine. All mine. 

“Mmm.” she hummed, as I pushed my dick into her slowly, not wanting to hurt her. 

Her eyes locked on mine, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I had her hands in mine, still resting over her head. I was dominantly her physically, but emotionally, she had me at her mercy. I started picking up my pace moving in and out of her body. My eyes never leaving hers. I could feel Y/N digging her nails into my back. But I didn’t mind. That just means I was doing my job. 

“Fuck! Grayson!” she screamed out, as I began to thrust deeper into her. 

I could see her face start to flush, and I felt her body tighten around me. She was close, and I was too. I can feel myself creeping closer and closer into the edge of an orgasm. I started to move faster, and harder.

“G-Grayson, I’m about to cum!” she moaned.

“Cum for me Y/N!” I groaned, pumping my entire length inside her.

“F-fuck!” she half moaned, and half screamed. I continued stroking deeper and faster strokes, until I felt our bodies trembling against each other, and we both came together. 

I rolled over on my side, pulling her naked body close to mind. 

“What did we just do?” she asked. Tracing circles into my bare chest.

I didn’t say anything. We both knew exactly what we did. Y/N just cheated on Ethan, and I just had sex with his girlfriend. Probably by far the most shittiest thing I’ve done. 

“I love you Gray.” Y/N said.

A little taken back at the fact that she just told me she loves me. But I didn’t question her about it. I knew she meant it. I just knew. 

“I love you too babygirl.” I said as I placed a kiss on her forehead. I pulled her closer, and held her tighter against me. 

How can something be so wrong, but feel so right?

My North Star (pt 3)

Originally posted by jjilljj

Summary: You were in love with your best friend, the one constant in your life. But what happens when the new girl comes along? (LOL LIKE YOU HAVENT READ THIS KIND OF FIC BEFORE)

genre: angst, fluff, romance

Pairing: Jin x reader, Hoseok x reader

Length: ~2850 words

Previous Parts: part 1 part 2

A/N: Sorry for the delay on part three! I don’t have a set schedule on when to release though, but let me know if you want part 4! I had rewrote this part because I wasn’t completely satisfied with it, and I’m still not 100% okay with this either but I figure it would lead to the following parts a little better?

** Italics = thoughts

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anonymous asked:

ok but imagine aliens reacting to neurodivergent humans like, 'i fear they may be something wrong with my human, they react to things other humans enjoy with pain, and they often mimic the sounds of "cats" and move their limbs similar to "birds". when questioned about it the respond by saying its called "stimming". they also behave quite differently to other humans, and appear to be adverse to contact, while the other actively seek it out' i have great ideas but no more room so call me stim anon

Hey Stim Anon, sounds like you should develop that into its own post or something! Sounds good!