i could have taken more time with this but then i didn't oh well

→ Paper Doll | 01

Originally posted by sugutie

☆ pairing → Jungkook x Reader

☆ genre → idol+singer-songwriter!au, drama, slight angst

 warning sexual themes with smut in the next chapters, mentions of past unhealthy relationship 

☆ word count   → 2.1k

summary   → When the nation’s little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed –  it was you.

alternatively: a story on the consequences of a hit break-up song

01 | 02 


a/n  → so basically this is me being coerced into writing jjk smut 
edit: pt i is more of a prologue



[+11,435; -2,003] this really breaks my image of him… proves how you can’t judge someone from their personality on camera

[+9,386; -1,983] all this time he was pretending to be super innocent haha all those stupid fangirls throwing money at him blindly must be going crazy

[+5,903; -1,234] i mean everyone goes through break-ups, but he was cosplaying as an innocent guy who was scared of skinship with girls all these years.. lmao he’s super shamel–

The words on the screen in front of him all blurred and bled into one big stain. He quickly scrolled through the hundreds and hundreds of comments, each more condemning than the last. A steady pressure was building in his ears, until the only thing he could see or feel were the accusations of a faceless crowd, all jeering at him loudly, fingers pointed.

It was as if his entire life flashed in front of his eyes right then, and he could suddenly recall every inconsequential and significant thing that had shaped his life the past seven years – the hours and hours spent in front of the mirror rehearsing the same steps over and over again, the taste of soggy ramen Hoseok hyung had let overcook last week, the screams of fans, the sound of his alarm clock, the look on your face when you told him it was over. There was no chronology to the kaleidoscope of fleeting glimpses of his past.

“What,” he breathed, hands shaking, eyes wide and disbelieving as his phone fell with a clatter on the table. He desperately wanted to ignore reality, but the stares that were all focused on him kept him grounded to the present.

Of course his first scandal would be linked to you.

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anonymous asked:

Dr Who but each incarnation is swapped with one of their companions.

omg?? I love it??

The First Doctor: 

She’s not completely unfriendly, exactly, she just doesn’t have time for humans being idiots. In the right circumstances, she can actually be very warm. She loves history, which is lucky because her granddaughter Susan does too (they tell people Susan is her daughter, but even then it’s a bit of a stretch, human ages are weird). Of course, then two of Susan’s teachers follow her home one night, and next thing the Doctor knows she has a crotchety old history teacher and a handsome young science teacher on her spaceship with no way to get rid of them that isn’t morally questionable. 

Whoops? 

The humans help her lose some of her haughtiness. She leaves Susan in the 22nd century to become her own woman. 

Along the way and against her better judgement, she falls hopelessly for Ian Chesterton. He wants to stay with her forever, but she knows it would never work, and encourages him to go with John Foreman in the Dalek Time Machine to get back to his own time. 

Later, in other lives, she checks in on him occasionally. 

The Second Doctor:

The baby face is a problem. It takes a good twenty minutes on a lot of occasions to get anyone to take her seriously. On the bright side, a lot of Polly’s clothes fit her now. 

She finds a best friend in Scotsman Jamie McCrimmon, whose rather naive approach to futuristic technology is extremely refreshing, as is his unique insightfulness. 

After Ben and Polly leave them, they rescue Victoria, who Jamie is utterly taken with. Victoria is unsure about living a life so unsupervised by someone older and won’t listen to the Doctor’s insistence that she is in fact perfectly qualified to look after them all. 

She and Victoria spend a good many nights aboard the TARDIS talking about women’s history and the things to come for women in the future and how women act on other planets. Victoria is fascinated, occasionally horrified, and often quietly thrilled at the things she learns. 

It’s a shame to see her go, but all she ever wanted was a family and security, and the Doctor can’t provide that. 

They meet an eccentric man on a space station, with funny trousers and an obsession with the recorder. The Doctor and Jamie like him instantly, and invite him on board only to learn that the man had been considering stowing away if not invited. 

The Time Lords take her friends away from her. She is forced to regenerate and exiled to Earth, as punishment for her interference. 

The Third Doctor: 

Shrewd, passionately devoted to science, and not one to take kindly to interruptions or anyone trying to talk down to or even disagree with her, it’s a wonder the Doctor even gets hired by UNIT at all. But then again, beggars can’t be choosers. 

On the bright side, this fellow John Smith from Cambridge seems to be the one person around with an actual brain and not just a penchant for attacking first and thinking later. 

They’re friends instantly. Or, they are once she makes it perfectly clear that she is the cleverer of the two. The look on his face when he realises is a memory she’ll treasure forever. 

He eventually leaves to go back to his own research, upon realising she doesn’t need him. 

It’s a shame and she misses him, but then Jo Grant comes into her life. Despite an awful first impression, the two women are soon fiercely devoted to each other. Jo keeps going on about women having to stick together amongst all the army boys, and while the Doctor could usually not care less about gender politics, if it means Jo hangs around her more, then so be it. 

The Master turns up. It’s exhausting and exasperating and oh so much fun

Meanwhile, the Doctor’s told herself to not let herself fall for humans, after how much Ian hurt. But with Jo, it’s impossible not to. (Not that she hasn’t noticed the Brigadier’s lingering stares, or failed to appreciate him in his uniform. But he’s far too professional to ever do anything, and too trigger happy besides.) 

Jo is like sunshine and she’s always there and smiling and pressing herself against the Doctor out of fear or shock, until one day they’re in the supply closet of a spaceship and they’re kissing furiously instead of listening out for their pursuers. 

It’s wonderful, being with Jo. Until Clive Jones comes along, and the Doctor has to tell her to forget about her and marry the nice young man who can grow old with her and give her the life she wants. 

She drinks more champagne than she is proud of that night. 

Luckily, along comes Sarah Jane Smith, who is exactly the kind of human that the Doctor automatically adores. Inquisitive, sharp, and a vocal feminist. What a woman. 

Of course, then giant alien spiders happen, and it’s time for a change.  

The Fourth Doctor:

Or… not. Apparently, she’s doomed to be young, attractive, humanoid, and pale skinned throughout all her lives. There are worse fates, but she wouldn’t mind a little variety, frankly. And being so small is getting infuriating. 

Harry takes a long while to take her seriously, but once he does, he is steadfastly loyal. Sarah Jane takes the regeneration in stride for the most part. 

And after them, Leela, who is so strange and savage but so utterly charming in her honesty. They share a few kisses, but nothing more. 

Then comes Romana. A young Time Lord who looks older than her, is far taller than is sensible, and has an even more absurd grin. She can’t stand him, with his bragging about his grades and thinking he knows everything. 

She soon teaches him that experience wins every time. 

Of course, then he spots some pretty princess on Tara, and next thing she knows, the moment the whole Key To Time mess is sorted, Romana is now a less taller, less ridiculous, utterly beautiful Time Lady in her first regeneration. 

She tries to argue against what she can only consider body theft, or at least copying, but it is a relief to not have to crane her neck up to speak to her companion. 

Romana becomes a most dear friend. She’s missed being around someone like her, someone who understands. It makes it all the worse when she leaves, leaving the Doctor with only Adric and his incessant questions. 

The Fifth Doctor: 

There’s something about this body, a regality, that commands a little more respect than the ones before it, despite it following the pattern of her others. 

Adric’s questions exasperate her, while Tegan’s demands to be taken home are met with gentle requests for patience and promises of Heathrow airport, and this Traken prince she’s picked up is thankfully one of the most polite people she’s ever had in the TARDIS. Decent brain on him, too. 

Tegan’s smile sometimes makes her stomach do backflips. The Doctor ignores it. She’s learned her lesson. It’s almost a relief to see Tegan reach her breaking point and leave, except it isn’t, because for a long while it feels like a part of her is missing. 

Turlough is a curiosity, but a nice one who makes for surprisingly good company in the absence of the others. 

Perpugilliam Brown is a surprise. The Doctor remembers why she has tried to avoid America where possible in her travels. Americans are loud. But in the case of Peri, it involves shouting at the Master, and as such, the Doctor decides that Perpugilliam Brown can stay as long as she likes. 

Between the two of them and soon Erimem, uncrowned Pharaoh of Egypt, they make quite the team.  


The Sixth Doctor:

It’s about time! Finally, a more weathered model. Peri is surprised to say the least, and seems a little disappointed to lose out on her best friend who had until now looked a very similar age to her, but soon realises very little has changed. 

And now she lets the Doctor take care of her a bit better. Thank goodness for that! The maternal instincts in this body are absurdly strong, she has no idea what she would do if she couldn’t express them. 

Now, the borderline narcissistic but quietly lovable history professor she accidentally picks up some time after losing Peri is a trickier matter. Still, at least he shares her love for chocolate cake. 

The Seventh Doctor: 

Bright, bubbly, and able to get most people to like her within ten seconds. Now this is a regeneration she likes. Plus, her most impressive set of lungs yet. Handy, for calling companions who like to wander off. 

She tries to not encourage Ace’s use of explosives, but it’s difficult when she sees how genuinely happy they make the girl. She’s getting soft in her old age, she knows. 

Still, at least her brain makes up for it. She can out-think a computer, easily. The universe is her chessboard and she’ll do whatever the hell she pleases with it. 

The Eighth Doctor: 

She’s a jolly thing. Always keen for adventure, ready to shout at anyone who deserves it, and just wants to have a good time, really. 

After a rather rocky start involving amnesia and kissing the cardiologist who had caused her regeneration in the first place, the Doctor is just minding her own business when she accidentally messes with history. 

It seems that saving this stowaway on the R101 might not have been the best idea after all. But he’s so charming and sweet and genuine, sharing her utter passion for life, that by the time she realises her mistake, she’s not willing to part with him. 

That goes… about as well as one might expect. 

The Ninth Doctor: 

It’s funny, being a weathered old war veteran with a guilty conscience, and simultaneously looking like someone who could be on the front of a magazine. 

Life is hard, after the time war, but she meets a man with big ears and blue eyes and things get better. A lot better. It feels good to smile again. 

The addition of Captain Jack Harkness is an interesting one, but she’s always said the more the merrier. Their other companion is not quite as happy about this development, but before long they’re the best of friends. 

The Tenth Doctor: 

She’s gentler now, somehow. Oh, she has her anger and her snark, and boy does this body have a set of lungs on her. But she’s so much softer, underneath. 

Losing her friends from her last body takes its toll. She at least manages to avoid comparing Martha to them that came before her. Martha is wonderful, always completing even the most impossible tasks that the Doctor puts to her. They part on good terms, after the Master’s ravaging of the Earth. (The Master had not been so impressed with this version of her. He had trouble seeing the strength within, seeing that she was more than the duality of compassion and shouting.) Martha needs to look after her family, and that’s probably for the best. 

And then there’s the skinny idiot in the suit. He actually talks faster than she does, which is absurd, but she wonders if that’s simply because of his questionable family. Perhaps not letting them get a word in is how he survives. 

Either way, they get along like a house on fire. Losing him, wiping his memory and seeing him stare right through her and smile that stupid smile, is almost enough to break her. 

No more companions, she swears. 


The Eleventh Doctor: 

It’s all about fun, now. Impressing the little boy whose garden she crashes in and then impressing him when he’s grown up and has waited 14 years for her. (To hell with her rule about no more companions. Her old self was full of dumb ideas anyway.) 

Oh yes, she likes Rory Williams a lot. And his best friend John isn’t bad either. Mind you, that nose… 

She has her spaceship, and her boys, and life is good. Well, there’s River Song to worry about, but she can never be sure if the archaeologist is more interested in her or John. Just one more mystery, it seems. 

Losing Rory, and then John, is hard. But she knows that they’re happy, and that’s enough. 

The Twelfth Doctor:

Short, bossy, a control freak, and a slight obsession with tartan. Also, her English teacher companion is secretly a rock star wannabe, disguised as a reclusive Scottish nerd. 

What’s a girl to do? 

(Apparently, find out that her best enemy is alive, and now also female. And Scottish like her companion. The first kiss had been… shocking to say the least. The ones after, against her better judgement, decidedly less so.) 

She cares about her companion more than she will ever say, and when faced with losing him, takes things too far. Further than anyone should ever take anything. And when it is all said and done… she can’t remember his face, or his voice, or how he sounded when he mocked how large her eyes were. 

River is there to comfort her, though, in those 24 years on Darillium. 

And then Bill. Brilliant Bill. Oh yes, they make quite the team. And Nardole helps sometimes too. 

Send me an AU and I’ll expand on it! 

Dog Days Are Over

Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,993

Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.

Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.

Today just wasn’t your day.

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Imagine: making Tom relax on his birthday

To say Tom was a bit on edge would have been an understatement. With the recent GQ article talking about his previous girlfriend, and more rumors about how long the two of you would last or when you’d break up, he desperately needed a ‘lazy day’. So, you took it into your own hands, and made sure Thomas had nothing planned on his birthday until the night, when he could celebrate with family and friends.

The two of you had been long time friends, and after Thomas recovered from Taylor, you surprised each other by realizing you had buried shared emotions. You avoided the media as a couple, but the important people in your lives knew, and thanks to them, Tom Hiddleston got to have a relaxing birthday.

Said actor was currently in bed, boxers only, well past his normal waking time. His eyes eased open to the soft golden glow coming through the windows, and when he saw your heavenly smile at his side, he knew being 36 was going to be enjoyable.

“Good morning, love… What time is it?” He asked groggily, as he shifted to wrap his arms around your loosely clothed torso. You had taken to wearing Marvel pajamas as a joke with him, and currently, you just had undergarments and his Thor shirt, which was certainly oversized for you.

“9:26am.” You responded, after glancing at the clock. You heard Tom take in a sharp breath as his eyes widened, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close, interrupting his worried thoughts. “Thomas, today is your birthday. You have earned a break, so don’t worry… That’s my job.” You joked lightly, running your fingers through his soft hair, letting your nails massage his scalp. He hummed contentedly at the feeling, letting his eyes close.

“Wh-What about-” he began, but soon felt your soft lips against his, prompting him to react in kind. His hands drifted to your waist and hair, but before he could lose himself in your embrace, you pulled back and smiled sweetly.

“Tom, it’s fine. Everything will be okay.” You reassured, before shifting so you straddled his waist and looked down at him, planting your hands to the sides of his head. “You deserve the world, but today, rest should do the trick. I’ll make some tea, pop in a movie or find a nice record, and we can while the day away doing whatever you want… except working.” You explained, your voice low and silky. Tom stared up at you with wonder in his eyes, as he let out a string of soft chuckles and reached his hands up to brush back your curtain of hair.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked, his voice wistful and loving. You chuckled lightly and leaned down, pressing your soft mouth to his in slow kisses. After a few seconds, you parted, but remained a breath away.

“You didn’t have to do anything… Now, any ideas for the day, birthday boy?” You asked with a growing grin. Thomas knew you were determined to give him a relaxing day, so he happily accepted that gift. However, he did have some plans of his own for you.

“Oh, darling… this is going to be the busiest day off we’ve ever had.”

Antis, really now?
  • It's funny how Antis never bring up anything important to the table.
  • >Killing Stalking is written by a straight woman.
  • -How do you know she's straight? You complain about representation mattering, but you're doing the exact same thing to the people you simultaneously hate. You're assuming that Koogi is a straight woman. She's never publicized her sexuality and if she did:
  • What does it matter to her work? It's a god damn sexuality, not her personality or skills that actually mean something.
  • >Killing Stalking is fetishizes rape.
  • -Bum was raped by his Uncle in chapter 26, it was confirmed. He suffers from traumatic anxiety from it to a point where he's suicidal and has cut himself. Yeah, that's fucking fetishizing right there ain't it boys?
  • >Koogi is a woman who (...) !
  • -Funny that majority of you identify as feminists yet, a woman is making something serious and popular and contributing to society. Isn't that empowering, at least that's what I thought your little agenda says. Aren't you being a little bit opposite of what you're preaching? Or am I being mysogynistic by stating a fact?
  • >Killing Stalking is ableist.
  • -Ableist? If anything, it's bringing a serious topic into perspective. Bum canonly had BPD, he had no medical attention or Psychological help. Not to mention that he's a rape and abuse victim. As well as Sangwoo Oh, a child abuse victim. Both grew up in unhealthy and unstable environments. Bum ran away from his uncle for a night just to escape before the traumatic events. It's mirroring a reality that many people live through, being too poor to afford medical attention, how rape is taken lightly by society, and how childhood events can affect adulthood. Killing Stalking isn't ableist, it's the exact fucking opposite.
  • >Killing Stalking isn't good representation!
  • -Killing Stalking wasn't written to represent shit. You know that people can write to write and can write to mirror reality that makes the reader/viewer think. Which rarely any one of you seem to do.
  • >Killing Stalking art style sucks!
  • -Let's learn how to properly critique ladies and gents!
  • First off, Koogi is developing a different style than previous in issues 1-3. I believe her anatomy could use some work, if she's looking for a more realistic approach she should try mimicking the styles of realism and study different forms of male anatomy. As well as different perspectives and angles, from further analysis her experience seems to be more sexual appeal with younger characters and more disgusting with older, excluding the idea of Bum. I believe if she equalized this idea of appeal throughout her characters and personalities of different characters it'd create a unique range.
  • As for setting, her backgrounds are lack luster and need more detailing such as in the wood works and in wall panels. She needs to study accurate textures and it will make her work look much less rushed in the long run.
  • The overuse of red is something that hurts the eye rather than any other colour. Different colors portray emotion like blue for sad and yellow for happy. If she uses a different colour overlay for certain strips her work would have much better aesthetic qualities.
  • >All Killing Stalking fans are white straight girls who aren't disabled.
  • -Huh, funny. I'm a Bisexual female and disabled, does that mean I don't exist? Rude, antis.
  • Jokes aside,
  • People are welcome to enjoy Killing Stalking no matter what race, gender, sexuality, religion, or background they're from.
  • A fan is a fan, no matter what.
  • >Killing Stalking cosplayers are ugly.
  • -Do you have the bravery to post your mug on the internet or the effort to share your cosplay? Didn't think so, pussy.
  • >Fiction effects reality!
  • -It mirrors reality, there's a difference.
  • >Let's harass Koogi and her fans.
  • -Didn't Ghandi, Martin Luther King Jr. , and many others preach that violence is never the answer to solving an issue? I don't remember violence ever solving anything. It's a damn comic, no one is forcing you to read it!
  • You guys are bigger fans than the Killing Stalking fans since you seemingly obsess over it more. You're gonna fire back with the same points over and over again.
  • And how I know that I just called your asses out is because majority of you are going to go:
  • -: )))))
  • -fuck u ableist bitch
  • -it IS homophobic fuck you
  • -uhm??? It is,,
  • -*insert hormonal 15 year old anger here*
  • That's how I know you don't have an argument because all of you are carbon copies of each other. It's funny that you waste your time hating a comic instead of finding another interest.
  • Because face it:
  • You're just as pathetic as the blogs you made hating on the media.
Guardians of the Galaxy Roleplay Sentence Starters
  • "You'll die! Why are you doing this? Why?"
  • "Well that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that."
  • "Well I tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast, bud."
  • " I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders. It is good to once again be among friends."
  • "This dumb tree is also my friend."
  • "I have lived most of my life surrounded my enemies. I will be grateful to die among my friends."
  • "Aww, what the hell, I don't got that long a lifespan anyway... "
  • "Well now I'm standing. Happy? We're all standing now. Bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle."
  • "We've already established that you destroying the ship I'm on is not saving me!"
  • "That is the most real, authentic, hysterical laugh of my entire life."
  • "Finger on throat means death!"
  • "They got my dick message."
  • "His people are completely literal. Metaphors go over his head."
  • "That dude there. I need his prosthetic leg. "
  • "God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him. He's useless."
  • "Well, supposedly, these bald bodies find you attractive, so maybe you could work out some sort of trade."
  • "That's for if things get really hardcore. Or if you wanna blow up moons."
  • "You just wanna suck the joy out of everything."
  • "Who put the sticks up their butts?"
  • "I am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy."
  • "Fine, but I can't promise when all of this is over I'm not going to kill every last one of you jerks."
  • "See, this is exactly why none of you have any friends!"
  • "Oh she has no idea. If I had a blacklight, this would look like a Jackson Pollock painting."
  • "You got issues."
  • "He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does!"
  • " I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over and turned into some little monster!"
  • "When I look around, you know what I see? Losers."
  • "You're an imbecile."
  • "I can't believe I got taken down by a raccoon."
  • "Raccoon? What's a raccoon?"
  • "Ain't no thing like me, except me!"
  • "We're just like Kevin Bacon."
  • "I live for the simple things... like how much this is going to hurt!"
  • "Dance-off, bro. Me and you."
  • "I like your knife, I'm keeping it."
  • "Oh, I was just kidding about the leg. I just need these two things."
  • "He said that he may be an... a-hole. But he's not, and I quote, 100% a dick".
  • "Well, I don't know if I believe anyone is 100% a dick."
  • "Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots in your freakin' face!"
  • "Creepy little beast!"
  • "I don't learn. One of my issues."
  • "Look at this thing. It thinks it's so cool. It's not cool to ask for help! Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle!"
  • "Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede! That song belongs to me!"
  • "Hold on a second, you're being serious right now?"
  • "I can't believe I'm taking orders from a hamster."
  • "You're a good looking girl. You should try to be more nice to people."

anonymous asked:

Unintentional anon here 🙌🏻 just meant that they didn't film the Harry ad and put it on hold waiting patiently for Cheryl's elephant term-like pregnancy to end. They used the situation to their advantage though, afterall, hype is hype is hype

I completely agree that that would be insane. 

HOWEVER, given that Cheryl has used this pregnancy for as much promo as possible and that Liam and Harry are under the same management (Dawbell), I would not put it past them to announce the birth on the day they announce the album release. 

Nowhere in this post does it say that the baby was born today, or have the typical date/time of birth that accompanies some traditional forms of birth announcements. 

I didn’t take this announcement to mean that the baby was born today. 

Oh I just looked at Cheryl’s IG and…

Can nothing be normal? Why is that the only photo they have? Why is it a photo of a polaroid photo?? Whatever. But yeah, they conveniently waited until today, not even until actual Mother’s Day, which is tomorrow, to release this on the day that Harry drops the news about his album. 

I would like nothing more than to be genuinely happy for life events that happen to the members of One Direction, but this pregnancy was announced by DAN WOOTTON, this relationship was called out as a PR stunt from the beginning, and the idea of Cheryl and Liam having a baby was (if even possible) even more ludicrous than Louis’ baby that they announced before the end of the first trimester in that they announced that they were trying to have a baby before she was apparently pregnant, not to mention before she was even divorced. What 24 year old is trying to get the woman they just started dating pregnant immediately? 

Just, take a step back and think about if this was anyone but Liam. Imagine if they tried this with Harry. Granted, Harry is obsessed with babies, but shouldn’t the fact that Harry is OBSESSED WITH BABIES, and that it’s dismissible that Harry “hates” the rest of 1D enough to make the fact that Harry has never once mentioned Louis or Liam having a child strange?? 

NO ONE from 1D has said anything to Liam! Not even “fellow 1D dad” Louis. Who probably could have taken time out of his busy tweeting about Ultra schedule to at least be like, “Congrats, mate!” Zayn, who is still at the very least amicable from a public perspective with Liam hasn’t said anything. And Noll, who rushed out to very publicly buy Ben Winston’s baby a gift and take photos with it, has stayed silent as well. I say “Babygate 2.0″ because this is almost exactly what happened last time, just with a bit less of “what the actual fuck” that came with the Granny announcement and the Sunglasses Hut pap walk and the “Daddy Daddy Cool” but still very, very, strange nonetheless. 

I wouldn’t be like 

if it all didn’t seem so incredibly, well, fake. 

Reyna Writes: Hello Again - A Louper Reunion Fic

@miracusims

:D

(Two things: let it be known that I know nothing about hacking, and that this is canon divergent…but I’m a fanfic writer, so that should surprise no one. :P)


Okay, fiddle with a code here, enter a new algorithm there–whoa, seriously? Someone was trying to trace him? Really?

Louis snorted and ducked through another digital backdoor, leading the tracer astray with a false IP address. Once that was done, he continued on with his work, smirking all the while. This was way too easy at this point–either Louis had gotten way too good at what he does, or his targets just kept getting dumber and dumber. Either way, this was basically child’s play now.

There was a small tap to his arm, and Louis paused.

Speaking of children…

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Their daughter trying to sneak out for a date

Anon: their daughter trying to sneak out for a date with another mob member
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Jin: Jin wouldn’t like the idea of his daughter dating especially an other mob member

“Hey you are not leaving anywhere if its meet that Kim namjin you’re not going.”
‘but dad he waiting for me!’
“Nope he only going to hurt you or even worse he could only be doing this to kidnap you and take you away.”

Suga:
ever since other gang members found out that you were his daughter he never let you go out alone like ever 

 "Stop you are not leaving this house I don’t care what you have to do"

’ I actually have a date’

 "And who is the person you are having a date with?“ 

‘um park chanyeol' 

 "No nope no stay home”

J-hope:
He never let you out of the house without him knowing, he always wanted to know where you were so you trying to sneak out is new to him and he wanted to know why you wanted to leave so bad without him knowing. 

 "Where are you trying to leave to?“ 

‘I just wanted to see a friend’ “What friend are trying to go see?”

 'uh Kim daehyung we have a date today' 

 "Well too bad because 1. You didn’t tell me where you were going before you tried to sneak out and 2. I don’t want you to die”

  Rap monster:
you were his only child so he didn’t want to lose you just because of his job but he didn't​ want to keep you inside all the time and every weekend he let you out to do whatever you want.

 "Hey stop! Tell me why you are leaving and didn’t tell me!“

 'oh yeah uh hey Dad I kinda like have a date to get to like in three minutes’

 "Oh you have a date that’s so cool but it’s a weekday so you can’t leave the house" 

 'but I’ll only be gone for like 1 hour' 

 "Sorry Y/N it’s been a rule for a long time you already know this" 

 Jimin:
Jimin knew he was being unfair when he told you that you couldn’t go outside without him but he was only doing it for your safety but him seeing walking to the door without telling him or anything he was kinda mad 

 "So where do you think your going Y/N?“ 

‘just for a walk' 

 "And you didn’t tell me anything at all?”

 'it okay im going with someone else’

 "And who is this someone?“ 

‘min keanyeol' 

“Well if you go your going to be more grounded then you already are.“ 

  V:
He always let you out but only if you told where you were going and if you texted him as soon as you got to the place but it was very unusual for you not to telling him anything 

 "Okay yeah I’m your dad i have to take care of you so I would like for you to talk to me" 

‘oh sorry I was just need to go somewhere' 

“Nope tell me where first and why you have to leave" 

‘oh it’s just a date with Kim soonyoung I’m sorry I didn’t tell you’

 "Oh that’s cute but your my little girl I can’t have you taken away so go to your room" 

 sorry he looked cute at the end i had to put it in

jungkook:Jungkook let you whenever you wouldn’t you didn’t have to ask at all because he wanted you to have “a normal life” but you obviously had a curfew like most kids but sneaking out past it was very new to him 

 "You have a curfew you even know this why try to sneak out?“

 'no I’m just trying to find something I dropped outside that’s all' 

“Dressed like that? No your probably going to like a party which the answer to that no" 

‘what?! I’m not going to a party for your information I’m actually going on a date with someone very nice' 

"Well I already said no to wherever your going”

 'Dad he like a block away' 

“Stay inside you can’t leave”

-admin rayne

pplwkp-deactivated20170512  asked:

Hi, you replied to my ask about Leia and Bail a while back, and I was wondering if you could help me again? I thought all the while that Anakin killed Padmé, but my friend pointed out today that she lived for a moment after he choked her. I asked this elsewhere and somebody said Palpatine may have killed Padmé`? do you know? thank you!

Okay so there’s no Real Answer for this, unfortunately. (Why? My money is on bad writing and bad directing that didn’t get the point that Lucas was trying to make across to the audience.) Also unfortunately, we don’t have a whole lot of evidence, frankly, because what happens is a little bit…wishy washy. This, however is what we do know:

1) Padme was still alive after Anakin choked her. he knocked her unconscious, but she was still alive when Obi-Wan goes to check on her, and then again later on the ship and at Polis Massa (the asteroid base where the twins are born)

2) Padme stays alive long enough to give birth to Luke and Leia

3) the droid that goes to tell Obi-Wan, Bail, and Yoda that Padme is dying says that it has no idea why Padme is dying–that she seems to just have lost the will to live

4) at the same time as Padme is giving birth to the twins, Anakin is being operated on

Okay so, why do I make those four points specifically?

Because I actually agree with the other person you asked: I personally think that it was Palpatine who killed Padme. why do I think this?

Well, as we established, Padme is still alive after Anakin attacks her. This fuels into Anakin’s confusion and sense of betrayal after he wakes up post-suit. “But I felt her,” he says to Palpatine. He felt that she was still alive at that point–and yet Palpatine convinces him that he had, in fact, killed her in his anger.

It was, ironically, actually Palpatine’s insistence that Anakin had killed her, and his confidence in Padme’s death, that convinced me that it was Palpatine who killed her.

We know a few other things as well:

1) droids cannot feel the Force

2) Palpatine claims, at least, to have mastered the ability to control life

3) by all rights, Anakin Skywalker should have died. three of his four limbs were severed, he had third degree burns on like 100% of his remaining body, and his lungs were irreparably damaged by ash, fire, and smoke

4) it seems vastly out of character for Padme “I saved my planet from an invasion at age 14″ Amidala to just…”lose the will to live” because the man she loved went Dark Side

So here’s my proposition:

Palpatine wasn’t actually entirely lying to Anakin when he said he could manipulate life and death. Because he actually can. but the thing is, you can’t just…create life willy nilly. Instead, in order to give life, what if you have to take that life from somewhere else? Thus, instead of creating life, it’s more like…siphoning off life, or reapportioning it to someone else?

Thus, when Palpatine was faced with the prospect of losing his apprentice, he did the only thing he could have (would have) done–he gave Anakin the life he needed in order to survive his wounds. and he did this by taking Padme’s life–which was, quite likely I think, bound to Anakin’s via the Force, via both love and intimacy–and giving it to Anakin. To the droid examining Padme, who could not feel the Force, it would seem that Padme had just lost the will to live–because it couldn’t see any reason for her life to just, inexplicably, be draining away.

This also cements Palpatine’s assurance to Anakin that Padme is dead, however. Because how did Palpatine know, with absolute certainty, that Padme was dead, unless he had felt her die? To make such a strong statement claiming that Padme was dead if he didn’t actually know that, with absolute certainty, would have been incredibly dangerous for him. because what if he had made that claim, and then Padme showed up like six years later? The final act which had bound Anakin in complete subservience to him would have been shown to be a lie, and I bet you Anakin’s loyalty would have fractured at that. I mean, Anakin’s loyalty fractures when he finds out that Palpatine lied about his child being born. And it’s ultimately that child(ren) which brings him to kill Palpatine. I bet you it would have been the same, if not even more immediate, if Anakin found out that Palpatine had lied about Padme. And I bet you Palpatine knew that too.

So Palpatine would have had to know that Padme was 100% dead in order to so certainly make the claim he did. And…well, how else would he have known, with absolute certainty, unless he’d had a hand in killing her?

This option also gives Padme much more agency, too, and I feel like it lines up with her character much better. Because now, instead of being reactionary and passive in the affair, and just…giving up on life because Anakin went to the Dark Side and betrayed her, we have a woman who held onto life with tooth and nail long enough to give birth to and name her children. Now we have a woman who fought the darkness with her last breath, and with her last breath gave hope to the galaxy, even as her light was being taken to feed the darkness.

And that not only fits her character better, but I also feel like is so, so much more tragic–on every side. On Anakin’s side, who is convinced by the man who actually murdered her, that he killed the woman he loved. On Padme’s side, who was stripped of her life and her hope, but with her last strength and last resolve brought the new hope into the world. And even on Obi-Wan, Yoda, and Bail’s side, who thought that their friend had died for nothing, and who will mourn her for her weakness, and who will never know that perhaps the greatest battle against the Dark Side was fought and won–because it was from Padme, and from that final battle, that Light was born again–by her in those last moments.

Happier (Oliver/Felicity; T)

Ships: Oliver/Felicity

Summary: Set at the end of 5x18. Felicity asks to take a look at Oliver’s wounds.

A/N: Title taken from the Ed Sheeran song of the same name.

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“The new lineup could use a little more green, Hoss,” says Rene.

“I’m not quite there yet,” Oliver says. “But I’m thinking that with this team behind me, it’ll be sooner rather than later.”

“Well, good,” says Felicity. “Not that black isn’t a great look on you and all, but I prefer the green.”

Oliver smiles, turning to Felicity, just as the rest of the team murmur their goodbyes and begin to disperse from the room.

“I do too,” Oliver admits, “but it’s too soon.”

“That’s okay,” Felicity says. “Take your time.”

“You mean with the hood or with what Chase did to me?”

She considers. “Both. But, uh, speaking of which, your tussle with Anatoly may have worsened your injuries, so for the love of God, if you’re not going to see an actual doctor can you at least let me check on your wounds?”

Oliver chuckles faintly, unzipping his jacket to reveal his bandaged chest. “Sure.”

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Seven Minutes In Heaven (Jeremy Heere x Reader)

I wrote this originally for a request but i strayed from the prompt so far that it literally doesn’t fit it at all so,,,,I’m just positing it on it’s own and i’ll write the requested one later this week or something

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, like,,, making out (it’s not nsfw tho it’s pretty tame)

Word Count: 1597

Requests: Open :-)

To say your friends were drunk would be an understatement. The eight of you were coming down from the emotional high of your senior homecoming, but from the looks of it Chloe had yet to come down from the four shots of peppermint vodka she downed ‘as a pregame’ before leaving from the dance.

Of course, you weren’t exactly one to talk, having drank about as much as the rest of them, indulging in some teenage irresponsibility as a way of celebrating your last homecoming. As Rich emerged from Jake’s kitchen with yet another handle of vodka, you couldn’t help but feel like the night would either be one lost as a result of all of you blacking out, or one that would live in infamy.

You were pouring about a shot and a half into a half empty sprite when Jenna emerged from the bathroom, holding her clutch up like a trophy.

“Let’s play seven minutes in heaven!” She said, a wicked smile on her face as she looked at me. My heart sped up a bit, knowing that she would find a way to get me into a closet with Jeremy.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Saw a fanart about this before sooo.. would like to request an HC where MC is also a hacker (maybe as good as God Seven), but she's not affiliated in any organization (freelance?) so didn't come up on the background check and she tells em after they started dating?? Particularly interested in Vanderwood's reaction. Lololol.

✿  ok so I admittedly got a little crazy with this request. Whoops!! we’ve been talking about the Snowden movie in class, so I’ve had vigilante hackers on the brain… 

✿  As usual, I hope you enjoy!


Yoosung

  • Of course he knows about  (♕ ALICE ♕)  - how could he not? Last month the image-boards blew up talking about her after she released a whole host of incriminating government documents to the public! She’s super famous!
  • How does he feel about it? Uh.. well… if…… the government is doing bad stuff…… shouldn’t people know about it? She’s like - a hacker for justice! That’s good, right?
  • Wait, why do you look so relieved?
  • wait what are you
  • what do you mean that
  • i
  • oh my GOD is THAT why you have ALL THOSE ALICE IN WONDERLAND PINS ON UR BAG HE JUST THOUGHT
  • HE JUST THOUGHT
  • OH M Y GOD WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS SOMEONE AS FAMOUS AS YOU DATING SOMEONE LIKE HIM
  • you, of course, are somewhat taken aback. the media is calling you a terrorist and yoosung thinks u are too good for him. 
  • clearly it is the other way around
  • how is this precious angel child still interested in a hacker like you? wtf? 
  • he is hyper proud and clearly does not understand the danger of being with you.
  • you are a vigilante and could get your ass black bagged
  • YOOSUNG PLEASE 
  • the Orwellian big-brother police could fuck your shit up at literally any moment
  • He doesn’t care about any of that. He’s going to protect you! This is a cause you think is important, right? 
  • You’ve always supported him in what he thinks is important. He is gonna do the same!!
  • what are you going to do when the MIB show up yoosung, throw honey buddha chips at them and run while they’re distracted??????
  • he wins u over with his sincerity tho and starts helping you out a bit.
  • He’s actually very very good at doing tedious, methodical tasks like looking through e-mails, so he basically becomes your partner in crime. You do the fun hacking and flamboyant trickery, he does the boring sorting.
  • look at you, corrupting the innocent. good job. 

Zen

  • He notices that you spend a lot of time on the computer, and at first you just coyly say, well - you’re a programmer.
  • It’s sort of true…?
  • Most of the time, your work isn’t… that bad! You’re just a - a freelancer, like… like a graphic designer or a ghostwriter! 
  • It’s - it’s nothing sketchy! It’s just sometimes on the side you…
  • …y;know, hack into government databases and dump all the dirt you find for the public to see.
  • (ok u gotta tell him)
  • He seriously thinks you’re joking at first when you finally drop that your secret identity is  (♕ ALICE ♕), the flamboyant hacker who’s stolen the public eye lately with a promise to ‘Take the world down the rabbit hole of governmental corruption’. 
  • you’re expecting that to be it. You are dangerous, your job is dangerous, and holy fuck if word got out, Zen’s career would be destroyed. 
  • honestly? you consider being the one to do it, to break up with him for his own safety. Jaehee is right. his career is more important than a relationship.
  • Zen, when he finally accepts that you are serious, is like… fuck that lmao
  • Right now??? He only has a career because of your encouragement, so there is NO WAY he is letting you deal with this on your own.
  • For awhile, you consider… dropping your job and finding something more… palatable. Something in security maybe. You know how to break into networks - you can turn that around to protecting them.
  • Zen takes you off guard by saying, in no uncertain terms, no. 
  • This is important to you. He can see how important to you it is by the long hours you work. He knows what it’s like to have people poop all over your dreams, and he is not going to do that to you.
  • ZEN, YOUR DREAMS ARE I L L E G A L THERE SHOULD BE LIMITS TO UR SUPPORT
  • You do, at the very least, use your skills to make Zen absurdly popular. He thought Seven was bad about his dubious promoting? OH LORDIE
  • YOU ARE AN ACTUAL NIGHTMARE

Jaehee

  • jaehee breaks into nigh-hysterical laughter when you tell her
  • oh god
  • how long have you been doing this
  • how did you learn how to do this
  • how did you even get into doing this
  • she’s going to be sick
  • NOT THAT SHE’S DISGUSTED BY IT, she immediately clarifies as you start to wilt. GOD, NEVER. NEVER, NO.
  • she’s just terrified
  • She never really… possibly considered that this world could ever intersect her own, and she’s so scared for your safety.
  • You quickly clarify that you’re just a freelancer, though, uh, the fame you have under your pseudonym is,
  • um
  • well
  • you’ve
  • done some pretty big shit. h-hacking government documents, leaking e-mails… uhhhhhh….
  • the news might… call you a terrorist…? ehe.
  • After she’s calmed down, Jaehee adjusts her glasses and gets to work. looking over her shoulder, you see… travel plans…?? flight agencies..??? what???
  • Jaehee has, true to form, taken it upon herself to manage all of the logistics of your inevitable escape from South Korea. seriously this woman is p r e p a r e d.
  • you’re kind of shocked that she’s totally??? and completely willing to aid and abet a criminal and she just looks u dead in the eyes and says
  • You have no idea what I did underneath Mr. Han.
  • (tbh i’m pretty sure Jumin’s 5th anniversary present to u two is smuggling you both to Jamaica, where you can sip daiquiris on a beach and watch the fallout of your reign of terror from afar.)

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“With a beard or without, with breasts or without, in flannel or in skirts, I am female and I will never let anything or anyone try and take that away from me again.”

Submission by @questiontransition

28 years old, Maine

When I was little, I did all the gender expected things that little girls are “supposed” to do like wear dresses and try on my mom’s make up, but I was also really active and climbed trees, played with my brothers in the mud, and played soccer. I was always wanting to pretend to be the boy when I would play with my friends, and I eventually fell out of my love of feminine things to instead embrace everything more masculine. I liked how the girls around me would accept it when I was pretending to be a boy and I felt like that made me feel more real.

When I was in middle school, I realized I was attracted to my female friends the way my male friends were attracted to them, and I started to feel really out of place. I hit puberty and I hated the way my body changed, I despised my period as any sane girl would. I had cut my waist length hair up to my ears and it didn’t take very long to start getting homophobic slurs thrown my way and people avoiding being my friend. While I found a girlfriend in high school who loved me for who I was, she was only just starting to settle into her sexuality and so she was shy about public affection or really being proud of telling people we were together.

I felt very isolated and I had started to really experience what I would later know was dysphoria, especially the larger my breasts grew and the more men started to give me attention. I was 15 when I had to do a research paper for my AP Psychology class based on any topic I wanted. I had wanted to do something related to the LGBT community and it was then that I decided to do research on the T part of that acronym and really try and figure out what it was about. As I looked up information on Gender Identity Disorder, as it was then called, and read personal stories, I started to see myself in more of them. Maybe not the knowledge of from birth, but certainly the desire to be a man, the discomfort in my gender role, the hatred of my female body. I was certain this was who I was.

I’ve been in therapy since I was a kid due to childhood abuse from my father and a traumatic divorce between my parents, so I started to discuss these thoughts with my therapist. Even over a decade ago, she was ready to tell me that I absolutely was trans from everything that I was telling her, and that the childhood wishes didn't really have to be a part of it - my current clear body dysphoria coupled with my constant desires to be a man were solid enough for her. As I was just a kid and I did not want to come out about it to my parents, I didn’t pursue any adolescent transition. My girlfriend and close friends were the only ones I came out to and I started to use he/him pronouns to see how it felt.

I was 19 when I moved away from my home in the mid atlantic to New England. Being so far away from home, I started to change my pronouns with people I introduced myself with, and started to introduce myself by a masculine name. I hadn’t taken hormones, but trans awareness was starting to slowly come into the public, so people were understanding. I ordered a binder and a packer. I tried to deepen my voice. I watched YouTube videos and read advice blogs telling me to study other guys, to talk with a deeper voice, to walk like a guy, to take up more space, to change the inflection of my words, to be more aggressive, to play more sports and stop doing all the “girly shit” I was more fond of like sewing and baking. I came out to my family - my mother didn’t care, my father was expectedly an asshole, but my aunt said something that would always stick with me; “Oh, I knew you had to be trans - you never liked make up or gossip or any of the stuff normal girls like. I knew you had to be a boy.”

By the time I reached my early 20s, I had decided I wanted to pursue transition. Through help from the Tumblr trans community, I found a doctor who only needed inform consent rather than multiple letters from therapists because I thought easier meant they were more accepting, that there was less “gatekeeping.” I got on hormones within a month of my 25th birthday. Two years later, I was able to get chest surgery. I changed my name. I changed my gender marker. I had thousands of followers watching my transition, pushing me along the way, congratulating every “brave” step I took, telling me how incredible I was, how handsome I was, how perfect I was. Sure I got the occasional hatred from bigoted jerks looking to get a rise out of me, but I was seen as a hero to so many more.

My girlfriend from high school ended up becoming my wife, we decided to start a family. It was around that time that I had started to really question what it meant to be a man or a woman. I couldn’t get her pregnant because I didn’t have the right reproductive organs - if I was a man, that should have been something I could do. My dysphoria worsened and I started to feel depressed. I had no one in the lesbian community to talk about our pregnancy journey with, no same sex couples to really connect to, and opposite sex couples wouldn’t have understood my needs. I started to realize that my sense of self was not actually that of a man, that I would never be a straight man, and my brain couldn’t wrap around it because of years of exposure to the constant rhetoric that trans men are men, men don’t all have penises, men are men if they feel it. 

The idea of trans without dysphoria had led me to the “truscum” community, which eventually led me to the radfem and gender critical communities. I had been taught to despise these people by the trans community on and off Tumblr, but I had started to see how many opinions we had that overlapped, and the concerns of gender I’d had since my wife got pregnant actually addressed. These ideas were so much more real, so much more factually backed, and not relying on feelings or senses of self. I started to realize my desire to be a man may have been my fear of being a butch lesbian, that internalized misogyny and homophobia could have been the cause for all of the feelings I’d had.

It’s only been a few months in which I’ve finally really accepted the idea of detransitioning. I stopped taking T about 3 weeks ago, my wife and I have had long talks about the idea of my socially detransitioning as well as medically. What it might mean, how it might effect us, what her parents will say, what my parents will say, how our friends will react. My mother knows and is fully supportive. I haven’t told most of my friends, too afraid of how they might react right now. I’m easing my way in, wetting my feet, trying to slowly remind myself what being a woman really means and trying not to regret the steps I took to survive in a time when I didn’t know any better. 

With a beard or without, with breasts or without, in flannel or in skirts, I am female and I will never let anything or anyone try and take that away from me again.

Dogs of Future Past - Part 15

As mentioned before, some updates to DOFP will be fiction with just a sketch or two…and this is one of those times!

–Dogs of Future Past–

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Frisk, Flowey and Greatest Dog’s shortcut takes them to the garbage dump in Waterfall, where they run into some familiar faces!

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queerwatsons  asked:

35 and hartwin ;)

35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

@trekkiepirate because you requested the same thing

Harry doesn’t even glance up from his stack of papers, partially absorbed for the past half-hour in an article about budget reform that he’s not even remotely interested in. He’d caught himself staring down the middle distance at least twice since he started this endeavour, his eyes glassing over in vehement protest of such a mind-numbing tedium.

But he really didn’t need to look up when he sensed Eggsy’s presence in the doorway: he knew exactly what was waiting to accost him.

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” It wasn’t the first time tonight Harry had said it.

“Maybe you should take it off for me.”

He can practically feel the wink, like a palpable movement that disturbs the air in the room. Harry resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“No,” Harry answers, mostly bored of this exchange this late in the evening.

“It’s kinda the point, y'know.”

Harry glances up, not moving his head, to catch Eggsy’s look of exasperation. And Eggsy has the audacity to grin when he notices Harry looking, mouth curling up in the corner with satisfaction. Harry huffs, rolling back his shoulders to release the tension and says—again, not for the first time that night—"I am not eating that ghastly thing off of you. It’s tacky and crude. I don’t know where it’s been.“

As it was, Eggsy had spent the better part of the evening prancing about the house in a candy necklace thong, wiggling his hips in Harry’s direction and howling with laughter at Harry’s pinched, peevish expression.

“It’s been on my dick for the past hour, is where,” Eggsy states, a mix of unabashed impudence and matter-of-fact mirth that’s a bit disconcerting. “And it’s not like you ever complained about putting that in your mouth.”

Harry sighs and fully looks at Eggsy and he instantly regrets it. Eggsy uses Harry’s brief lapse of better judgement to thrust his hips forward, causing the gaudy garment to jiggle suggestively, stretching across his hips and abdomen, exposing bits of flushed skin beneath. It could be arousing—if it wasn’t literally pastel candies on string.

Harry gives Eggsy a flat, disapproving stare which doesn’t seem to deter him in the slightest.

“It’s hardly the same.”

“I don’t see how it ain’t.”

“I refuse to have sex with you until that—“ Harry waves his hand vaguely, “—thing is in the rubbish bin.”

Eggsy frowns. “God, you’re absolutely no fun.” Then he folds his arms across his chest, tilting his chin up in mulish defiance. “I ain’t taking it off.”

“Neither am I.”

Eggsy shrugs, pursing his lips, eyebrows lifting; a fine imitation of indifference. “Fine.”

“Fine.” And Harry looks back to his papers, a renewed drive in his work.

Several minutes of modest silence passes before Eggsy speaks up.

“I’ve got all night.”

“As have I.”

Harry manages to finish reading a few more paragraphs before he becomes intensely aware of Eggsy’s obviously uncomfortable shuffling, the tiny huffs of indignation. He hides his own smug grin by running his hand over his mouth, pretending to organize his papers for a moment.

“I can’t imagine it’s very comfortable,” Harry says eventually.

“No,” Eggsy admits quickly, “It ain’t.” He seems to be considering something, bouncing on his feet, a contradiction of emotions on his face before he drops his arms in defeat. “Oh, fuckin’ bloody hell—fine! You win.” Eggsy hooks his thumb into the right side strap and finally begins to pull the atrocious thing off; he even manages to make it look graceful, even a bit seductive, bending nimbly at the waist to maneuver past his knees, the strap stretching obscenely across his other thigh. Harry really doesn’t mind this, actually—maybe he could have taken them off. But he wasn’t willing to concede first.

Eggsy lets the thong hang from his thumb briefly before flinging them across the room to Harry’s trash can, where they hit with a rather victorious rattle. At least to Harry’s ears.

Harry leans back in his chair, pressing the tips of his fingers together and bringing his index fingers to rest against his lips. He won’t even deny he is ogling. “I believe we both win, actually.”

Eggsy is confused for a moment before he looks down at himself, as if just realizing he’s now completely naked. He chews on his bottom lip before he puts his hands on his hips, mumbling, “You don’t gotta be so smug about it.”

This time, Harry grins unrepentantly. “Well, now, where’s the fun in that?”

In My Time of Dying - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Warning: Sad but then some Fluff

Summary: Instead of Lydia getting attacked by Tracy in 5x3 it’s Y/n and it’s really bad. Also Stiles goes to the station without Scott.


*Flashback (grade 4)*

“Mischief” I called looking for my best friend in the schoolyard “over here Y/n!” Stiles called back,I quickly ran over to the jungle gym where Lydia,Scott and Stiles were “hey guys” I smiled at them “hey” Lydia beamed “your just in time,take a seat” Scott offered. 

I climbed the gym and sat between Stiles and Scott “wow” I was taken back the sunset was so beautiful,different colours shining through the sky. “It’s beautiful” I beamed,Stiles grabbed my hand “I’m so glad you came” he smiled at me causing me to giggle “I wouldn’t miss it for the world” I smiled back.

After the moon took the sun’s place I decided to speak up “what if we could live forever? no growing old,pain,suffering or death just us the way we are right now” I piped Stiles looked to me worried “Y/n are you thinking about your dad again?” I looked up at him as soon as he mentioned my dad.

I nodded “Y/n that wont happen to you” Scott piped up “yeah we’ll protect you” Lydia smiled “I just dont understand what couldve done that. It looked to big to be just an animal” I looked down Stiles wrapped his arm around me “let’s not focus on the past but the future” he smiled.

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AnonJD here and I have some requests!! Can I have reactions/scenarios to crush walking into the wrong restroom, using it, not even noticing Asahi, Ushijima, Tendou, or Bokuto being there, then coming out to wash hands, FINALLY notices them and they're like "???" and you’re like "oh whoops wrong bathroom", BUT FINISHES AND WALKS OUT LIKE IT’S NOTHING (happened to me, and didn't give a flying flap) If it's too much, HC or less characters are fine! c:

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i switched things up a little with the reader’s personality, if that’s okay. these are going to be more mini scenarios than anything because i’m trying to finish up asahi and his model!gf part 2 today, but it’s gonna be long like part 1 so it’s not happening today -__-

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Ushijima

Did you forget how to read?! Honestly! And even then, how could you not notice the urinals? It’s not like you were in a rush!

Thankfully for you, your face doesn’t match your inner monologue. You appear pleasantly nonchalant while washing your hands, but even you’re unable to shake the heavy glare from Ushijima. There’s little need to look his way, as you can feel the mix of confusion, concern, and a smidge of judgment coming from him while he also stands at the sinks.

This all happened because you were busy fantasizing about how dreamy you thought he looked during class today and weren’t paying attention to which door you walked into. It’s almost as if the universe compelled you run into him.

It’s not for hard Ushijima to tell that your calm disposition is a front for the fact that you’re screaming in embarrassment on the inside. That and he likes you more than enough and doesn’t want you to be stuck in an awkward situation like this again.

“For next time,” he says, suddenly breaking the uncomfortable silence between the two of you, “the sign on the door says ‘Men’.”

That much is completely obvious, but you know he means well.


Tendou

“Look, you gotta do what you gotta do, okay? I had to go so I wasn’t paying attention to which door I walked through.”

With a shake of his head, Tendou clicks his tongue at your excuse. You pout at his refusal of your explanation.

“I think ____ is a secret pervert,” he teases. “Once you noticed the urinals, you could have walked out and used the other restroom. Why else would you have stayed?”

You were plenty calm before, but now your patience is wearing thin with him. You groan, one second away from stamping your foot as well. “I feel like a broken record with you. Because I really had to use the bathroom. It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I saw anything anyway.”

He doesn’t actually care so much about it at this point; it probably was an honest mistake. Tendou just happens to be a fan of riling you up. If his sly grin is any indication of that, you hadn’t caught on.

Tendou’s never going to let you live this one down.


Bokuto

You’re not surprised, and that surprises Bokuto. The two of you meet eyes when you exit the stall and for a moment he believes you’ll turn red and rush out as soon as you wash your hands. Instead, you briefly glance at your surroundings. He’s the one who’s starting to feel a little flushed.

“Oops. Wrong bathroom,” you say with a shrug. Bokuto’s been standing at the sink with the water running for a good ten seconds now, and he’s yet to wash his hands. He continues to stare at your through the mirror while you’ve taken to the sink as well, and are already lathering up your hands. “I’ll be gone in a moment. Don’t mind me.”

“It’s too late for that,” he says, a little frustrated. He takes to washing his hands now with a hint of embarrassment in his rough movements.

Your giggle at this is cute; he just wishes he could have earned it in a much different context.

The Second Installment of the Seduction of Lord Vader, as told by A.H. Soka and Y.O.Da

Obi Wan was in Scarif, which was concerning actually. Obi Wan Kenobi, Rebel Operative, Dashing Duke, and Pirate King, should not be within a system of the Empire’s top secret military research base, much less in the very city in which it was located.

Still Vader took his fleet off to check it out and, as was typical when Obi Wan was involved, arrived just in time for the explosions to start. The Citadel Tower, which housed the massive databanks of the Imperial military research initiatives, was in flames. 

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AU where Severus Snape is sent to assassinate Albus Dumbledore with the threat that if he doesn’t win or chooses not to fight a poison will be released into his system. It’s fight or flight and Severus isn’t going to run.

Initially irked by the very idea of a young upstart trying to take him on in a duel to the death, Albus quickly finds that the younger wizard is a much more talented duelist than he had anticipated.

Albus using his years of experience and noting any potential patterns in the other wizard’s dueling technique that he can take advantage of. Whereas Severus uses his accumulated knowledge of spells, throwing in a few of his own, as well as using broomless flight; taking the older wizard by surprise.

The battle lasts several hours, felling a handful of nearby trees and terraforming their surroundings, including some unusual ring shapes in a neighboring wheat field. Though originally annoyed by the younger wizard’s insistence on dueling him, Albus quickly finds a passionate thrill from dueling that he hasn’t felt in many, many, long years. 

Severus feeling as though he cannot bring himself to task against Dumbledore, concedes the battle, his body immediately convulsing as the poison leaks into his veins. 

The younger wizard later wakes in one of Hogwarts potions lab, feeling like death has taken up residence in his throat. “You passed out after the second convulsion.” Dumbledore informed him, causing Severus to realize his head was in the older man’s lap, feeling his face turning red as he went to sit up. “You really should have told me that Voldemort had laced you with poison. I could have helped you sooner.”

Severus flinched at hearing the Dark Lord’s name as he was handed a hot cup of what looked like tea but smelled strange but due to his dulled senses he couldn’t pick up on what it was. “What is this?”

“Ginger tea.” Albus answered as he enjoyed his own cup, breathing in the aromatic smell. “It is said to be very soothing on the stomach. But, I suspect you already know that.”

“Did I vomit a lot?” Severus mumbled, taking a sip of his tea and sighing happily as it all but cleansed his pallet.

“You almost choked on your own bile four times while I was trying to stabilize you.” Dumbledore reflected, thoughtfully. “It was nothing like any poison I’ve ever seen before.”

“I suppose, once I’m back to my formal health, you’ll be handing me over to Azkaban?” Severus surmised as he finished his tea, only for it to magically refill.

“I could, yes.” Albus nodded. “But what a terrible waste of potential that would be.”

“I made several serious attempts on your life and you’re not going to send me to prison?”

“You sound disappointed.”

“I’m more flummoxed than disappointed.”

“Let me pose you a simple question: if you hadn’t been threatened with your own life, would you still have demanded we duel?”

“Well,.. no, not really-”

“Exactly.”

“So, you’re letting me go?”

“Actually, I have a proposition for you.”

“Oh?”

“Since you can no longer return to your master-”

“He is not my master!” Severus spat, vehemently.

“Since you can no longer return to Voldemort.” Albus reiterated, noticing the angry twitch in the other man’s eyes. “I was wondering if you’d want to work for me?”

“I have to admit, I have been wanting to leave the Dark Lord’s service for many years now.” Severus hummed.

“Then why haven’t you?” Albus probed.

“Have you ever heard that phrase about “digging your own grave”?” Severus said.

“Ah, I see.” nodded Albus.

“Besides, the Dark Lord is not one to just allow his followers’ to leave.” Severus added as he finished his second cup which once again refilled. “I do not doubt that as soon as he learns of my survival, he shall send the others after me.”

“Or he could find a “body” that resembles you, maybe transfigure some of those fallen tree branches?” Albus suggested. “You can do wonders with magic these days.”