i did this drunk a few weeks ago but the coloring was different

Requested by Anon & @wewillfindanewtomorrow
Michael X Reader X Isaiah (Best Friend) ft. Jealousy.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst.
Side note: I fucking hate the name Isaiah after writing this. I’ve never had to retype the spelling of a name so much in my life.
Hope you guys like it! Feedback is appreciated! This was 2 requests in 1


“(Y/N), you’re going to die an old spinster. I guarantee it!” Isaiah shouted across the table, several of the other brummie lads and girls laughed and continued drinking - including Michael.

It was the first day of “Summer” in Birmingham and the three of you were enjoying the night bar-hopping. Other young Peaky recruits joined as well as their girls and a handful of girls who wanted a Peaky man for herself.

Isaiah and Michael were keenly aware of the attention they were receiving, as were you. You scarcely received any attention from any man or boy whenever you kept the company of your two best friends. No one even dared looking at you, except for a few. You were a Peaky girl - whether you were coupled with a Blinder or not.

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Amends (part two)

Carter Baizen x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of past alcohol and drug abuse, swearing.

A/N: Going on from part three it’s all new, this part is still the older stuff, but re-written. There’s a Chuck Bass appearance, but he wont be a big part of the overall story. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by little--batman

Carter waited until you were safely inside the hotel room, to your amusement; you were already in the damn hotel, what could possibly happen?

When you closed the door and turned you were surprised once again. The room looked completely different from before.

Most of the racks filled with clothes were gone, except for one. A note was attached to the rack:

“Dear Y/N,

In the hopes that you took my offer of staying the night and go to lunch with me tomorrow, I’d like to give you these. Beautiful things, for a beautiful woman, as they say. But none of these garments will ever be as beautiful as you, or do you justice.



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one of those days | neighbor!jinyoung drabble

park jinyoung | "It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR" | 1,914 words. | fluff. for this request from this prompt list.

Originally posted by thehouseofkpop

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Feysand Fan Fic for ACOWAR Exchange

Hi Shannon! I got your prompt and I wrote a fan fic for a Modern AU with Feysand – I included a coffee shop and Feyre’s career as an artist like you asked for. This is my first attempt at writing fan fic and I tried my best! So please take it easy on me. I’m not an artist, but I used google and looked up some things and went with it. I really hope you like it @inkedstarlight ! And thank you @squaddreamcourt for creating ACOWAR Exchange! It was a great way to get people to participate and possibly step out of their comfort zone.

Two Weeks before the Art Showcase:

I sat at a little table for two while I waited for my coffee to be ready. I kept my eyes on my lap, where the splattered paint stains seemed to give my favorite pair of sweats a vibrant life of its own. I wasn’t a fan of crowded rooms, but my desperate need for caffeine after a late night of painting had made me brave a long line. This was my favorite little coffee shop, it was decorated with light pastel colors and neat little nick-knacks and books scattered around. It was cluttered and cozy – and usually empty. I always tried to avoid the morning rush, but with my art showcase in two weeks I was overwhelmed and in need of my coffee fix. I went to run my fingers through my hair – only to be thwarted by my messy bun – and tried to refocus on what I wanted my next painting to be about. There was a feeling that I had been trying to grasp at for a while, but I just couldn’t quite pin it down.

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Love Lingered On His Lips (Biadore) - Lemonade

AN: I’m sorry it’s been…close to a month since I last submitted something. My mental health and creative muse took a road trip to rock bottom and they didn’t come home until a few days ago lmao. Anyway I hope y’all enjoy this!! Italics = thoughts. (also i’m sorry my author notes are a mess this is the #realme) (also x2 to the anon who asked about my abc fic like two weeks ago i am planning on continuing it!!! i have some of it written (along w/ four other unfinished fics bc i am trash)  i don’t know when exactly i’ll get it out but i 100% want to finish it)

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Imagine FaceTiming Chris while you’re painting the nursery.

A/N: Hello, hello. Thank you to the anon who asked about the series, definitely pushed me to sit down and write. Anyway, this is the next part of the series; it’s called ‘Memory Lane’ and you’ll understand why soon. The first two parts and their masterlists will be linked here (‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’ and 'Baby Fever’) Hope everyone enjoys this. X

Your paint roller strolled up and down the white walls, transforming its neutral shade into a darling baby blue for your son that was due in a few months. It amazed you how quickly the past six months had past, it felt like just yesterday it was Christmas and you were telling Chris you were ready to have a baby with him. It was insane to you that you were now actually pregnant and starting to prepare a proper nursery in the spare room where you had the mock nursery for your baby niece while you babysat her for the week. Chris was right when he said, “times flies when you’re having fun.” Since you found you were pregnant with the love of your life’s child, you’d been having more fun than you’d ever imagine. To think you didn’t want kids, thank God for Chris because you would’ve missed out on the biggest adventure of your life.

Speaking of Chris: he was away and had been for the past four- nearly five months, filming 'Avengers: Infinity War’. Without his help, the nursery was coming along rather slowly. You didn’t want to go shopping without him because you wanted him to have a say too, though he would agree with everything you chose- you felt it was nice for him to be there anyway. As for the painting, you both agreed the nursery’s color would be based on the gender of your future child. The fact that you’d only just found out the gender two days ago, made his offer to paint the room before he left redundant. He said he’d paint when he returned- which wasn’t long now- and that you- in no circumstance- were to do it yourself. You chuckled softly as you continued to paint, “yeah, right.”

Your music was cut short when your phone starting ringing. From the ring tone, you knew it was Chris calling through FaceTime. You lowered the roller into the paint dish and answered, turning your camera to a unpainted wall because you were yet to tell your husband he was having a son. Your face popped up on the bottom right of your screen, whereas Chris’ face filled the rest. You smiled when you saw his blond hair and clean shaven face; it didn’t matter how long the two of you’d been together, you still felt awe every time he became Captain America. The thing that amazed you the most wasn’t how different he looked, it was that Captain America was yours and yours alone.

“Hey baby,” Chris smiled brightly when the connection stabled.

“Hey Cap,” you smiled back. “How’s the movie coming along?” You asked and he chuckled.

“I understand that you’re a Marvel fan and you’re really excited about the movie,” he began and you suppressed your laughter, knowing what he was going to say next. “But can we talk about you first?” He asked and you chuckled softly, rolling your eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Great, fantastic, the same as yesterday,” you assured him, giggling. “Stop worrying about me, Chris. I’m pregnant, not dying.” You reminded him in a playful tone and he chuckled. “Now answer my question, how’s the movie coming along?”

“Great, fantastic, the same as yesterday,” he responded similarly then laughed when you scowled. “I’m sorry,” he said with a cute pout. “You know I can’t tell you anything about the movie, Marvel’s got snipers ready to gun me down if I spill anything. As much as I’d love to tell you all the secrets, I’d like to be there for the birth of my future son or daughter.”

Your smile reached your eyes when you realized you still hadn’t told Chris about the gender of the baby. You were excited because you knew he’d be too; he could finally have someone in the house to talk Patriots with him. He did talk about wanting a daughter so he could spoil and treat her like a little Disney Princess, but he also did say he’d love a son he could raise like a mini-him. Having a husband like Chris made things easy because you really couldn’t go wrong with him; his love for children was too strong. Yeah, you were having a boy, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t try for a girl the next time.

“Can I show you something?”

“It better not be something you baked,” he warned playfully. “I’m still drooling from yesterday’s brownies.” He told you and you giggled. “You have to make them for me when I’m back and on break and don’t have to watch everything I eat.”

“I will,” you promised with a nod. “Now close your eyes for a second, I want you to be surprised.” You told him and he rolled his eyes but did as you instructed. “Okay, just keep them closed.” You said as you flipped the camera so you could show him the blue wall. “Now open.” You instructed and his eyes fluttered open.

“Why are you showing me a blue wall?” He asked with narrowed eyes. You giggled then watched him as his eyes widened with realization. “Oh my God!” He exclaimed excitedly, leaning closer to his screen. “We’re having a boy?!” He asked and you flipped the camera back to you so you could nod and grin. “Y/N! That’s amazing, I’m so excited!”

“Me too,” you agreed.

“Wait- Did you start painting without me?” He asked; his eyes narrowed and you winced. “I told you to wait till I got back, you shouldn’t be doing any hard labor.” He said and you chuckled. “Stop laughing,” he scolded but was chuckling himself, “I’m serious.”

“I know,” you giggled. “But I’m fine, Chris. It’s not hard labor, it’s just rolling the sponge thing up and down the wall. It’s honestly the easiest thing,” you tried to assure him but he didn’t look very assured. “Stop worrying about me,” you chuckled at his frowny face. “I’m not that fragile.”

“Just promise me you won’t try and climb anything, if you can’t reach- just leave it until I get back.” He told you, his face contorted with anxiousness and concern because he knew you all too well. “I mean it, Y/N.” He warned in a stern tone and you nodded. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, or the baby. I’m not home, so don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t,” you promised.

“Good,” he bit then huffed. “I miss you,” he admitted with a heavy hearted smile. “I really, really can’t wait to get back home to you. I’m like literally-” he shifted his computer to show you the pug theme calendar you got him, “counting down the days.”

“Same here,” you felt your eyes tear up.

“Don’t start,” he chuckled, feeling his own eyes water. “You know if you start crying then I’m going to cry too and- I can’t afford to do that because I have to go film a scene soon.” He told you and you chuckled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “God, I wish this movie wasn’t schedule for now. I want to be there with you, going through the pregnancy with you. I mean- I’ve missed everything,” he said with a sigh. “I haven’t even felt the baby kick and that-” He huffed, “it sucks, Y/N. I’m so sorry, you must be feeling so alone.”

“Hey,” you smiled to make him smile. “Don’t do that to yourself, it’s your job. Plus- you’re home soon and we can experience the rest of the pregnancy together. You’ve only missed the yucky stuff, the morning sickness and the mood swings.” You joked and he chuckled. “And I haven’t felt alone once, with an amazing husband like you- how could I? You call me all the time, text me good morning, good afternoon and good night, and leave me little baggies of Gummi Bears all around the house. Even though you’re not here physically, you’re still here with me.”

“I love you,” he smiled. “And I can’t wait to see you.”

“Right back at you,” you smiled.

You heard Chris’ trailer door open in the background. “Yo, Chris.” Sebastian’s voice came through and Chris turned as he walked into the frame. “Anthony and Joe-” He cut himself off when he saw you on Chris’ laptop screen; you smiled and waved, drawing him closer to the screen. “Y/N, hey!”

“Hi Seb,” you chuckled. “Have you come to take my husband away from me?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian chuckled. “Sorry, but Captain America is needed.” You smiled and shook your head, as if to say “it’s okay”. “You look great though, the pregnancy must be coming along well.” He commented and you nodded. “Chris is very excited to wrap up so he can get back to you, he’s been pouting about missing the experience since he got here. Everyone’s working double time so he can go home early and we can stop listening to him whine,” he said then laughed when you did.

“Shut up,” Chris chuckled, shoving Sebastian away from the laptop. “I’ll talk to you later, sweetheart.” He told you and you nodded; you smiled and waved at Sebastian, who was behind Chris waving at you. “Take it easy, alright?”

“You got it, Cap.” You saluted him and he chuckled. “Bye Buck,” you gave Sebastian a two finger wave and he chuckled, returning it. You blew Chris a kiss and he blew you one before he hung up the call. You slipped your phone back into your pocket and returned to painting, patting your belly ever so gently and whispering. “Your daddy will be home soon.”

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I Love You, Not Your Gender

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: howdy, could you do a tyler x reader where they meet at a coffee shop or something and they fall in love, but turns out that the person ty falls in love with is trans Ftm (female to male) and they get beat up or something and ty is like “fuck man. i really love them……” idk just an idea!!!!!! thank youuuu!!!!

Summary: So basically Trans!Reader (FtM) meets Tyler one day at Molina’s Coffee House and they hit it off but then some bad stuff happens but happy ending as always.

A/N So this was definitely different than what I’m used to, but I really got inspired this morning while I was at Starbucks working on some other stuff with some friends so I wrote this! Kinda long, but I’m actually very happy with how it came out! Hope you guys enjoy! Also, I do support the LGBT community, so please don’t take anything I wrote in this fic (slurs/intrusive thoughts) as anything that I personally believe. As always, anything in italics is a personal thought in first person that the character is having. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1572, much long I’m v sorry

Warning: I cursed, used a homosexual slur, a little bit of violence, and mention of mental issues such as anxiety, intrusive thoughts, and being self conscious.

This request really got me out of my comfort zone, but I’m very happy with how this came out. I’ve never written a Tyler fic or a trans!reader fic so please be nice. I tried my best to get into the mind of what someone in this situation might be feeling and experiencing, but I obviously am not perfect. Anyway, feel free to request! I’ve got a few lined up in my drafts, but the more the merrier!

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Hey Bartender pt. 1 (Alex Summers x Reader)

I started this a month ago and ended up being really long so i’m splitting it up into two parts just so I can get it out there and still not have it finished so yeah.

The bar was filled with drunk men and scantily clad girls. You sat behind the bar, pouring drinks for men who thought they were gonna get lucky tonight and the women they paid to do it.

The place was a dive and you couldn’t help but wish you were somewhere else every time you came in for work. It’s a living and you’d rather be doing this than dancing on a pole in the strip club nextdoor.

It’s not all bad you thought as you watched the handsome blonde boy at the end of the bar finish off his second glass of whiskey. He raised the glass, silently asking for another. You grabbed the large bottle of golden colored alcohol and brought it to the man, giving him a small smile as you poured.

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Light Me Up | Chapter 1 |

Originally posted by chwelove

Pairing: Vernon x OFC featuring S.Coups & Jeonghan

Genre: Fluff, angst, suggestive smut

Word Count: 2842

[ Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 ] + Moodboard

Summary:  Just as the moon had her scars and imperfections, so did she. And he loved every bit of it. To him, she was the moon that shone brightest in these rare moments. The moon who’s light had been dimmed. To her, he was the sun that would eventually, light her up in every way. Only she hadn’t accepted it yet. She hadn’t yet accepted the light slowly growing inside her chest, but it wouldn’t be long until she did.

“If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.”

A/N: ALRIGHT! It’s finally here! I have been working on this for weeks, maybe even a month lol. I think I got a little too many people excited for this. This is a little different from what I’ve previously written. It’s going to be one hell of a ride, I can promise you that. A huge thank you to @tookorean. Thank you for editing! You’re the best. Here’s a little present on my birthday to you all <3 Enjoy!

The colorful lights bounced around while the music swallowed the place whole, beating against her eardrums. This wasn’t anything new. She was more than used to this atmosphere.

Her uncle owned the club and about a year ago, he left her in charge as he took care of his other businesses. He trusted her enough, as she was of age and more responsible than any other twenty-one-year-old he’d met. She, respected him in return, treating him like her own father.

Besides, there wasn’t anything particular she planned to do with her life anytime soon. Any plans were washed away with her past relationship. She had lost her motivation and enthusiasm, burying both deeply within herself.

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Little Drunk, Lotta Careless (A Riarkle Future One-Shot)

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle

Characters: (Major) Riley Matthews and Farkle Minkus, (Supporting) Topanga Lawrence-Matthews, Cory Matthews, and Auggie Matthews, (Mentioned, mean kinda?) Sophia Mars Minkus (oc)

Rating: T because, like, retrospective thoughts about sex and language.

Description: “The color pink has never seemed so intimidating” Riley finds out she is pregnant for the first time as a Senior in college. (Pregnancy-Test fic)

Author’s Note: This is Riley finding she’s pregnant with Sophia, for those of you who have read Just Go To Sleep, Riles. If you haven’t…GO DO IT!!! It’s basically a sequel!

“Okay, Riley, breathe. Just breathe,” The jumpy brunette muttered to herself, bouncing on the balls of her feet as her gaze flickered over the shelves before her. “It’s just a little plastic stick! Nothing to be freaked out about.”

But it wasn’t just a little plastic stick and there were about a million to choose from and there was definitely something going on to be freaked out about. 

Riley Matthews had never bought a pregnancy test in her life and had only seen one done once before, the time Maya had had her ‘big scare’. How was she supposed to know whether to go digital or not? Cheap or expensive? A single test kit or the pack with, like, ten?

How did other women do this?  

And who the fuck thought to put the goddamn diapers across the aisle from the pregnancy tests anyway? Because whoever it was, was an asshole.

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Two Manics in Love (Jerome Valeska Imagine)

Summary: Imagine that you are sent to Arkham Asylum after killing your father since he was an alcoholic drunk, abusing for for no heck of a reason and him using you as his use of entertainment. It was then you meet him, the one and only Jerome Valeska himself. But will things go smooth or a total chaos with 2 Manics In Love… 

Pairing: Jerome Valseka and Reader

Warning: Swearing, mentions of murder, blood, rape, alcohol, torture and stuff like that. If don’t like then don’t read. Read at your own risk. 

Fandom: Gotham

Season: Season 2

Useful tips: F/L = favourite length (for your dress), F/S = favourite shoes, F/C = favourite colour, H/L = hair length, H/C = hair colour, F/B/M= favourite book or mag, E/C= eye colour, Y/N= your name, Y/LN= your last name 

Part 2 Here

Originally posted by quiet-isviolent-87

You are the newest rookie in Arkham Asylum. You’re the only girl since you haven’t found any yet or met any. You wear an F/L dress that was black and white stripes on it, F/S that were F/C that was reflecting off the dimmed lights in the cold old room. Your H/L H/C hair was down as you walked your hair would bounce up and then down. 

You had an expression on your S/C face that you were defiantly not in the mood for anyone’s shit today.


You sat in a wooden chair away from everyone in the cafeteria. You decided to read your favourite book/magazine F/B/M. Once you were starting to read the juicy bit you swore that you could feel someones eyes burning straight at you. 

You were starting to get irritated by the feeling and you looked up from F/B/M to see whoever the bloody hell eyes it staring at you. Your E/C eyes scattered across the room full of insane people that was all different shapes, colours and sizes.

Until… your eyes caught the person. He has red flaming hair that was combed back neatly only leaving a few hair strains in his face. His flaming blue eyes were staring right into your own. It felt like he was looking right through you with the gaze you’re getting from him. He had this little smirk on his pale face that drove you crazy, yet you already were. He wore a white shirt underneath his black and white button up shirt with the same colour/color pants. 

He looked… attractive and he look around about your age. 

You give him a death stare back and went back to your book/magazine. But what you didn’t know was, he got up and started to skip his way to your direction. He slid on the metal smooth bench and crossed one of his legs as a wide grin appeared on his lips. 

“What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing in a place like this?” He asked you curiously, as you looked up at him. You’ve seen him on the Gotham news but never learnt his name. 

You have decided to save the page you were currently reading and placed your F/B/M book/magazine on the table next to you so you don’t get distracted again and you looked into his eyes and smirked. 

“Not from mummy issues, like you… I know that.” You smirked as his eyes widen. But then a small laugh came from him. He grins at you while you rolled your eyes.

”No… not because from mummy issues… but maybe daddy issues… huh gorgeous?” He whispered the last part in your ear as his voice gave you shivers down your spine and butterflies in your stomach because of how close he was to you. He smirked as you were shocked and surprised. How did he know? “No comeback huh doll. Well I may as well introduce myself… hello gorgeous, I’m Jerome Valeska… and obviously you know my story but sadly… I can’t remember yours… mind reminding me doll?” He asked you as you gave him a curious look. 

”Fine… my name is Y/N Y/LN and you wanna know why I’m here? Well I guess it started when my mother left me behind with my alcoholic somewhat of a father. I was around five and daddy would abuse me with a beer bottle, he would normally bring home some sex partners home and I hid in the closet crying to myself asleep every night. And when there really drunk, daddy and some of his sex partners would abuse me by anything that they could find. But a few weeks ago he decided to toy with me. Ha! Big mistake daddy. I snapped, I found a kitchen knife and when daddy was asleep I tied his ass to a chair. He tried to escape but couldn’t. I slowly ripped his flesh opened as he screamed and begged for mercy. But I was having so much fun. My fun ended quickly in about a week as Jim found out that I murdered daddy and I was sent here.” You grinned as he laughed madly.

“Well gorgeous… you and me have something in common. And I love your style… Maybe when we get out of here we should team up and do some killing and torture huh, gorgeous?” He asked as a wide smile appeared on his face. You smiled too thinking about his offer. 

“Sure Valseka… just two manics go on a killing spree.” You smiled as you thought about when you two get out and kill for fun. It would be a blast. A wide smile appeared on your face as you looked over towards Jerome. He had a wide smile as laughter came out. 

You saw him coming closer towards you as you didn’t care. You felt his lips brushed against your own. You instantly kissed him back as you couldn’t care in the world. The kiss ended as you felt his forehead against your own. 

“Not just two manics… but just two manics in love.” He whispers against your ear as you felt butterflies in your stomach. And hopefully one day you will get to go on an killing spree with Jerome. 

 (A:N hey guys so this is an Imagine for any Jerome Valseka’s lovers out there. I’m sorry if he wasn’t in character, sorry for any spelling mistakes and grammar, sorry if this sucked since this is my first imagine).


I really liked this request, found it interesting that the anon wanted the read insert to be Grace’s sister. I feel like Grace gets so much hate, and I’ve been guilty of not loving her. But, I hope I did this request and Grace justice. (Also, John has no previous children in this).
Requested by Anon
Imagine (Reader) is Grace’s younger sister who is pregnant with John’s child and is scared to tell him.
Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, (I was feeling a little daring and added some very light smut).

Here’s (PART TWO)
You waited outside your sister’s apartment. It was a rainy, and humid afternoon. Your feet ached so bad, it almost took your mind of the fact that you were about to tell Grace that you’re pregnant. Surely, she would be supportive, and help ease your mind. You had been to the physician 3 days ago, you knew you were pregnant before you even walked into his practice. You had been about 4 months late. He gave you some tablets to help ease your aches, and to keep your immunity boosted. He scolded you for not coming in sooner.

You spotted Grace hustling down the street with a maroon hat on and a cream colored dress. She was always so put together. You were somewhat of the wild one. You envied Graces ability to be so…well, graceful in almost every situation.
“(Y/N), you’re going to get sick, girl. Get inside.” She shook her umbrella out and ushered you inside with her.

“What are you doing here? I thought you’d be off gallivanting with John Shelby…” she said, emphasizing ‘gallivanting’. Though you didn’t see her face, you knew she rolled her eyes.

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Let You Back || Luke Hemmings

Summary: After non-stop calls from Luke Hemmings since the day of your break up, you finally let him back around to tend to the baby that he is the father of. And although unintended, the time the two of you spent for the baby blossomed into something that existed long ago.

I M A G I N E 

“No mom, I’m fine, I promise,” you cooed, having a small smile play at your lips as you held the phone to your ear. You were alone in your apartment, walking around to keep your legs strong. Having a big belly with life inside makes you a lot heavier and harder to walk and stand. So, you paced around the home while talk to your immensely concerned mother. “I won’t go home unless I really need the help, okay? But I’m sure I can manage.” With a few ‘I love you’s’ and ‘take care’s’ later, you hung up the phone and sighed. 

“It’s just you and me, little buddy,” you said quietly, smiling down fondly at your very round belly. “Others want to help, but I got this. I can take care of you and raise you, I promise I will.” Although you sounded confident, and you fairly were, you were worried over one aspect of your new coming family: the baby didn’t have a father. 

Luke Hemmings, punkrock star from 5 Seconds of Summer was the baby’s father. You loved that man more than you’ve ever loved anyone before. And he showed you the adoration he had over you, making you love him that much more. But one night without a condom changed everything drastically. His fuck up led you to the two paths the both of you strayed on. 

When you told Luke about your pregnancy 3 days in, he immediately broke up with you. As much as you cried and wailed for him to stay, Luke wasn’t having it. He claimed that he couldn’t be a father at all because he has a career to run. You argued, saying that it was him who refused to wear the condom the night that it happened. Luke then followed by rolling his eyes, leaving the hotel room and not coming back until the morning. When he came back, he was drunk and bluntly told you he fucked another girl. 

That was your queue to up and leave Luke’s life. 

But since then, Luke has relentlessly sent calls, texts, voice messages, etc. He’s even found your address and sent you various letters and random gifts. And you’ve ignored them since because you believed that you don’t require Luke. He hurt you and you deemed him as a hazard to the baby. This is gone on for 5 months after the break up, allowing you to think things through. 

It wouldn’t hurt to allow Luke around, would it? You wouldn’t have to be with him, but he would play his role in raising the baby. Plus, the extra help would be nice and maybe you’ll see yourself forgiving him in the near future. You mind scrambled over this topic, with a series of good points fighting your sensitive heart and doubt over Luke. 

And, coincidentally, he calls you. Sighing, you look down at your baby, worried more about the baby’s future than your feelings. Deciding this, you let the phone ring a few more times before picking up. Lifting it up to your ear, you say simply, “Luke.”

“Oh fuck, Y/N!” Luke sounds surprised. You smiled fondly at his accent, recalling the days when you used to make him say certain words. You were always immensely amused by the way he said ‘tomato’ or ‘potato.’ But you shook your head at the memories to go back to the conversation. “Finally you’ve picked up!”

“Yeah, well, don’t be too ecstatic, this doesn’t mean I love you again,” you said with a sigh, making him sigh lightly as well. Did he really expect you to? “But I started thinking about the baby and its future. And so I’m sorta giving you another chance…”

“Oh fuck, are you serious?” Luke asks ecstatically. It made you giggle in irony. 5 months ago, Luke wanted nothing with the baby. Now he’s more than excited to be part of its life. “I’ve actually got a 2 week vacation coming up, Y/N. So maybe I can stay with you for those 2 weeks and help out?”

“That would actually be amazing, Luke,” you said quietly as you rubbed your belly. You sat down on the couch as Luke began talking about arrangements and future plans. The two of you professionally discussed how this was going to work. But honestly, even with that call being serious, you couldn’t help but melt from his voice.

The day of his coming was a very nerve-wrecking day for you. You were suddenly worried over your appearance and the showing of the house. So, as Luke was flying over, you cleaned like a mad woman and cleaned yourself up. You did your makeup to perfection and allowed your hair to naturally dry to have it be a dry, but cute, mess. 

“Are you excited to meet your daddy?” You whispered to your belly. You were now sat on the couch resting. Doing housework as well as fixing yourself up was hard and exhausting with such a large belly. But you did it and finally got to sit down and spend time with your baby. “I’m excited, too. He didn’t sound like the jerk he was before on the phone. I think you’re gonna love him, little bug,” you say happily, rubbing your belly. 

Your door suddenly rang after a few hours, making you jump immediately from the couch. You fixed you shirt before going to the mirror to check your face. Going to the door, you open it to see a very tall and changed Luke Hemmings.

The boy you knew and loved was now a man. He had a small beard and his jawline appeared more defined. He got just a bit taller and put his hair down instead of its usually up and quiff-self. Even the black piercing was gone. Which made you sad, since you did really like his piercing. But it was those blue eyes that grabbed you. They still contained that lovely ocean color with the perfect sparkle every time light hit them, even by the slightest.

“I… hi, Luke,” you said quietly, looking up at his face. Luke looks down at you, his face beaming to see you. He slowly walks forward, so he was no longer in the doorway, but rather inside your apartment. After he scanned your face, he fixed his attention at your belly. You blushed as he looked in awe. Luke has seen pregnant woman before, but it was a completely different story as the father of the baby in a pregnant woman. 

“Y/N, you’re so gorgeous…” Luke said quietly, immediately going in for a hug. Your breath hitched as Luke held you in an embrace. Being very cautious of the baby, he didn’t push himself on you too much. But he held you in a warm, sincere hug, allowing you to take in his scent. He still smelled of Vegemite and tea and cookies and sleep. He smelled like Luke. “It’s so good to see you. It’s so bloody good, Y/N.”

“It’s good to see you, too,” you said softly as he lets go of you and stares down at you. You give him a genuine smile as he returns his, making you blush a bit. He then bends down and looks straight at your belly, making you smile.

“So is this it?” Luke asked quietly. You nod, lifting up your shirt to reveal the skin. It wasn’t incredibly huge, but you stomach stuck out quite a bit. And the weight is very much evidently. “Can I?” Luke asks as he lifts his hand near your stomach. You nod once more, watching as Luke hesitantly places his hand on your stomach. You felt the callouses on his hands from guitar playing, a fact you enjoyed about Luke very much. His music was always so soothing as his vocals were gorgeous. You then felt something jolt out from inside your stomach.

“Fuck! What the heck was that?” You groaned, rubbing your belly a bit. Luke looked at your belly in fascination, with his eyes wide open and his lips just a bit apart. He looked in shock. 

“It kicked, Y/N…” Luke whispered. The baby… kicked? It hasn’t kicked at all this entire time. But once Luke comes around, the baby is kicking. You took a breath of relief and surprise, smiling at Luke and your belly. It seems as though the baby had known Luke was there and is their father. “Do you know the gender, Y/N?”

“I actually have an appointment to find out in 2 days,” you inform, recalling the appointment easily. 

“I’m there,” Luke said, giving his word to you. “And I’m going to be here as often as I can be. I’m so sorry to you and Y/N, little buddy,” Luke starts talking to the baby, making you look at him in wonder. “I’m going to be the best damn father you’ll ever have, regardless if I’m with your mum or not. That’s a promise, little buddy.” Luke stands up straight and looks into your eyes. “I’m going to earn your forgiveness. I swear I will.” 

“Okay,” you say in a whisper, the two of your exchanging smiles before allowing Luke to come in and unpack. 

During the two weeks Luke was around, he’s been incredibly helpful. He would wake up immensely early to help you up and do house chores. As you cooked, he would clean and dry the dishes. He’d help you down the stairs and with the groceries when you couldn’t carry too many. He ensured your safety by looking at any suspicious characters and leading you away from them. He even gave you back massages when you asked. He was turning out to be a very big and vital help. 

When the both of you found out that you were going to have a son, Luke’s face lit up more than the day he came back into your life. He would help you home and then whip out his guitar. 

“What’re you gonna do with that?” You hummed as you got comfortable on your bed. Luke got a chair and put it next to you and took a seat. Tuning his guitar really quickly, he gestured for you to lift up your shirt a bit. You did as instructed, revealing your belly. He looked at the strings before beginning to play a tune. 

I’ll take what you’ve got, got, got…” Luke sang peacefully and sincerely, his hands seeming as though they were home on those strings. “I know it’s not a lot, lot, lot. But I just need another hit, you’re the thing that I can’t quit…” As he sang, you found yourself in a trance. You loved Luke’s singing. You especially loved that he was staring straight into your eyes when he was singing. 

I want to breathe you in like a vapor, I want to be the one you remember, I want to feel your love like the weather…” Luke sang, having him smile lightly at you. There was a sparkle in his eye as he looked at you. It took you back to the same sparkle he had when you first got to know him and he fell completely in love with you. “All over me, all over me…” Luke chooses to stop there, earning an applause from you. 

“You are the one I remember,” you mused, smiling at him. You ruffled his hair with your hand as he sheepishly fixed it. “I don’t think I can ever forget you.” 

“As amazing as that makes me feel,” Luke begins, smirking at you. “I really want to be the one you forgive right about now.” You nod before grabbing his hand and giving in a light, reassuring squeeze. 

“You’re getting there,” you whispered, getting a wide smile from the Australian. 

As the months go by, you didn’t expect Luke to keep his promise. Every vacation he got was dedicated to you as he would fly in immediately and help around. It made you feel happy yet bad that he was doing this. Happy that he was being the father you always imagined him to be. But you felt bad at the fact that he was using all his vacations on you. You know his family misses him a lot and he deserves to be with them after all that time being away from them. 

“Luke, what are you doing?” You asked quietly, holding onto your fairly large 7-month belly. You found him in the living room with a laptop. He was very glued onto whatever he was doing, typing away happily on it. Joining him on the couch, you looked over to see what he was ogling. 

“I just ordered a crapton of punkrock clothing for my buddy in there,” Luke says happily as he places his hand on your belly. You put yours on his, smiling at how much work and effort he’s putting into this. You then frowned as you closed the laptop and sighed. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” Luke asked worriedly as he turns completely to face you. 

“It’s just that… I feel that you’re too focused on our baby now that you’re forgetting your family,” you say softly as you rubbing his hand. “I love that you’re around for me and our little bean, but I want you to have your own time to spend with your family. It feels like I’m depriving you of that, and I don’t want to do that to you, Luke.”

“Aw, Y/N!” Luke says, smiling at you. He takes both of your hands in his as his light blue eyes gleam at you. “That’s really sweet and it means the world to me that you’re still so considerate to me, even after I hurt you terribly. But it’s not that I’m here out of obligation, Y/N. I’m here because I want to be here. I want to make up for the time I’ve abandoned you and left you alone to fend for yourself and our baby– our child. And during this time with you has made me realize a lot of things, Y/N.”

“Like?” You pondered.

“Like how much I regret leaving you. Not just for the fact that we have a child, but for the fact that I left one of the greatest girls I’ve ever met in my life. You’re funny and sweet and lovely and gorgeous– you’re everything I’d really like and need in a girl. I’m especially pissed for leaving you for that duck-faced disgrace.”

“You mean Arzaylea?” You comment with a scoff. 

“So you have been keeping track of me!” Luke says excitedly. You roll your eyes as he smiles a big smile for you. It made you smile, too, and feel warm inside. Luke always had the heart-fluttering smiles that always lit up the room. Who knew that he still had these affects on you. “Anyways, Y/N, I really do want to be here.” The two of you smile before getting the laptop back to look at the clothing Luke bought. 

“Luke,” you giggled, pointing at one of the things in his cart. “How are khakis punkrock?”

“One more push, Y/N!” The doctor yelled as you wailed in pain. You were hooked up to a series of machines with nurses around you. Your legs were spread and you were experiencing awful pain. But Luke was right beside you, holding your hand as you squeezed his tightly. 

“It hurts so bad!” You cried, pushing as hard as you can. 

“I know, but you’ve got this, Y/N!” Luke encouraged as you squeezed his hand harder. Before you two knew it, a loud cry was heard from below you and your pain was gradually fading away. You looked up at the doctor, with your face flushed and drenched with sweat. 

“Congratulations on your beautiful baby boy, Mr. and Mrs. Hemmings,” the doctor says as he wraps the baby in a towel and hands him to you. Taking the baby in your arms, you began to cry. It was sleeping softly in your arms, with its small heartbeat barely in a rush. As you wept, Luke leaned down and looked at the newborn. 

“This is our little buddy?” Luke whispers in fascination. You nodded through your weeping, allowing Luke to take the baby in his arms. You look up and watch as Luke holds him and cradles him. It seems like Luke was addicted to his fix, because he couldn’t stop staring at him. “Wow.”

“What’s up, Luke?” You said in a croaky voice as you wiped your tears. 

“He’s just so beautiful,” Luke breathes. “Just like you, Y/N.”

In a few hours, you and the baby were cleaned up and assigned a room. Machines were still hooked onto you as you were recovering, relieving you that everything went well and everything is well. As you were laying down, Luke was ogling the baby in the hospital cradle they provided. It’s like he was now obsessed with him, more than he was when he was just in the belly. 

“Luke, bring him over,” you ask, watching as Luke picks up the baby gently and walks over to your bed. You get him in your arms, making you smile with glee. You then move over a bit, giving some space to your right. You pat on the space, gesturing for Luke to join. He blushed before joining you on the bed. It was a tight fit, but you didn’t care as you leaned your head down on Luke’s shoulder. 

“Are you feeling better now?” Luke asked as he brushed his fingers on the baby’s delicate head. 

“Very much, yes,” you whisper before closing your eyes. Right here, in this moment, you felt complete. It was you, your new baby, and the rightful father that has proven himself. You give Luke a kiss on the cheek before returning to his shoulder to close your eyes once more. Holding the baby with one arm, you take the other to weave your fingers through Lukes. “I forgive you,” you say quietly. Luke smiled a real big smile before falling into a deep slumber with you. 

“Hush, Alex, it’s okay now!” You cooed at Alex, your 2 month old baby. He was crying, wailing loudly at midnight that both you and Luke woke up. You sent Luke to warm up some milk as you cradled Alex in your arms. 

“I’ve got the milk!” Luke says successfully as he rushes to you and hands you the warm bottle. With ease, you get Alex to take the nipple of the bottle into his mouth. Quiet is returned as Alex begins to drink it quickly. His blue eyes, the color of his fathers, was focused on the bottle as he drank. “You know, I’m just as hungry as you, buddy,” Luke comments, placing his hand on his stomach. 

“I’m pretty hungry as well,” you comment with a sigh. “Wait for me downstairs, okay? Once I put him to rest, I’ll make us a midnight snack.” Luke smiles eagerly before leaving the room. A few moments later, Alex finishes the milk and falls into a deep sleep. You place him down cautiously in his cradle, keeping in mind as to how fragile he is. Walking out with the empty bottle, you find Luke on the couch, looking absolutely exhausted. 

“He asleep?” Luke says quietly as you joined him on the couch. You drop your head on his shoulder, playing with the empty bottle in your hands. 

“Yes,” you breath as you snuggled on Luke’s side. Luke sighs in happiness, putting his arm around your shoulder to let you be more comfortable. In the moment, you found yourself getting butterflies in your stomach. Luke was brushing his fingertips on your shoulder, earning goosebumps from you. 

“Hey, Y/N?” Luke chirps, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, Luke?”

“I love you,” he says quietly, making your heart race. “Always have, and probably always will. It never ended, really. The day that we broke up was the worst day of my life. It felt like I lost everything: my love, my motivation, my inspiration. Everything was gone once you disappeared. Like everything was in black and white.” 

“Black and white?” You asked.

“Mhm,” Luke hums. “But since I came back, you brought back the color. Everything felt better and real. My music has feeling, my life feels like it serves a bigger purpose than being an artist. I now get to be the father of a baby I created with the girl I want to be with for the rest of my life. Life doesn’t get any better than this moment right here, Y/N.”

“You sure about that?” You mused before you grab Lukes face and plant a passionate kiss on his lips. You’ve been so desperate to do that since the day you saw him, but couldn’t. You were stubborn and believed that your feelings for him were gone. Any that appeared was just an illusion created by your hopeful mind. But your heart was loud and rang your feelings loud and clear. “I love you, too, Luke.”

And with that, you and Luke fell asleep together on the couch, happy smiles playing at both of your lips. 

that realization that now that ive created this mobile masterlist, i have to put this story there, on my actual masterlist, and respond it to an anon lmaoo

why do i love angsty kyungsoo so much?? the world will never know,,,
but here’s some angst with kyungsoo where your first love comes back into your life and it ends up stirring up bad feelings for u?? (don’t worry, there’s a good ending!! ^^)
warning: adult language, drinking, depression and it’s a bit long ;A; 

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untitled hanschen/moritz friendship fic

I wrote a fic based on this post by @dwsatrash​ and am far too lazy to title it

“I’m coming,” Hanschen called, marking his place in his book and walking to the door, where someone was knocking frantically.  He yanked open the door to find Moritz, one hand still raised, eyes wide.

“What are you doing here?” Hanschen asked.

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old flames [eren/jean]

i took a little bit of creative liberty with this one, but this is one of my fav tropes ok so i hope i did this prompt justice ahhhh thanks again for sending it in! (also, i told u i’d be able to incorporate tickling into it 8))

Eren runs into him at the grocery store, of all places.

He’s blocking the aisle with his cart as he stares at the list Armin made him, delicate handwriting and detailed measurements as if Eren’s going to know what a few pinches of allspice means. He looks up and grabs the largest bottle of generic brand allspice he can find, tossing it in his cart, and when he turns around he almost drops the flimsy paper list in his hand.

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Abysmal Hatred & My Concerns

While January the 28th may be just like any other day of the year, it also just so happens to be the day that Crunchyroll’s 2016 Anime of the Year award winner is revealed. Now without wasting your time, I’m just to get this out of the way immediately.

Yuri On Ice will win Crunchyroll’s Anime of the Year award.

Not, if. Not, maybe. It will. This is for certain. It is a solid fact and there is no probability about it at all.

Now, I will get to this in a moment, but for now, I just want to get some more important things out of the way first.

So, let’s start, shall we?

Why Yuri On Ice Won Everything It Was Nominated For:

Yuri On Ice won every single category that it was nominated for in Crunchyroll’s 2016 poll by a staggering amount of votes. 

But how?” 

Some people have been asking this for a few weeks, so I thought it was about time for a specific answer.

-Reason One:

The sheer amount of people who voted for Yuri On Ice was unmatched and wouldn’t have rivaled any other show due to its fame.

Since the vote was solely based on popularity, Yuri On Ice won its nominated categories in a landslide. It has also become the most profitable show since SNK, reaching in numbers of about 51,000 copies sold within its first week of sales and then another week later growing to about 63,000 copies total. That’s about 12,000 sales in growth within a week and it’s absolutely amazing.

Now, because of those numbers, this means that a fraction of the viewers would have voted for the show, increasing its chances of winning. Not to mention how much the fandom promoted the poll and told fans to vote, which also boosted the number of individuals voting.

A simple estimation would suggest that around 22,000 - 25,000 people voted for Yuri On Ice in each respective category, while other shows like MOB Psycho and Erased each received around 1,500 - 2,000 votes (granted, this estimation can change greatly depending on the category.) Thus, leading to the show’s domination.

-Reason Two:

Yuri On Ice brought new fans into the anime community. 

A large percentage of the show’s fans were never a part of the anime community to begin with. For many, this was their first anime and it introduced them into a whole new world of TV and entertainment. 

When it came time to vote, these kinds of inexperienced anime fans went and voted for the show that they critically thought was more deserving and picked Yuri On Ice. 

For lack of a better term, it was inexperience paired with personal preference and should not be insulted. They chose to try a new form of entertainment and are still learning about it and they’ll eventually grow into it.

-Reason Three:

The fans just didn’t watch the other shows that Yuri On Ice was nominated against.

2016 was a rather weak year for anime. There obviously were some really good shows this year, such as Erased, MOB Psycho 100, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable, Yuri On Ice, and a few others. 

Though, it goes without saying, that there were more bad shows than good, and there were also not very many shows coming out in 2016 either. 

Not only that, but many longtime anime fans had begun to distance themselves from anime as a whole and stopped watching it. Yuri On Ice seemed to bring many people back to anime altogether, giving them a new hope for new shows in the future. 

So, when the voting began, these people voted for Yuri On Ice, because they hadn’t bothered to watch any of the other shows that were out at the time.

-Reason Four:

It was really well received, people really, really liked it, and it was actually really good. (This reason doesn’t really need an explanation, so I’ll move on.)

My Opinion on the Awards Outcome:

(This is my own personal opinion and has really nothing to do with my main points. Skip ahead if you don’t want to listen to what I have to say about this.)

-Best Animation:

There’s been a lot of pathetic arguing about this subject and it’s quite sad. 

I absolutely do believe that MOB Psycho 100 definitely had far better animation than any other show out this year. Its style is diverse, experimental, colorful, and incredibly well done. It is an animation masterpiece and it definitely deserved the award in my opinion. 

Though, when I say that MOB has better animation than Yuri On Ice, I don’t mean that Yuri On Ice’s animation is terrible, because it’s not. No, it’s much more complicated than that when you’re looking at the show from a critical standpoint.

In fact, one of Yuri On Ice’s greatest flaws is their inconsistent animation. The show’s animation either looks so beautiful that it takes your breath away while simultaneously bringing you to tears, or it’s so bad that it looks like a drunk five-year-old tried to draw each frame with broken crayons. There really is no in between. 

This may be a bit of an exaggeration for the sake of comedy, but this is basically the best I can describe it without going into a several hundred page analysis and going frame by frame throughout the entire animation process. I have to just keep this nice and simple.

-Most Heart Warming Scene:

I was absolutely torn at this decision. I was at a crossroads. 

 Hinazuki’s first home cooked meal, or The Kiss™. 

On one hand, I had sobbed during that scene in Erased. It was so incredibly sad but heart warning at the same time.

But on the other hand, The Kiss™ was absolutely everything to me. 

And I, being the mature adult I was, threw my chair across the room, punched my arm through my desk, and screaming so loud that I had the police called on me. 

The Kiss™ wasn’t so much heart warming, as it was a threat to my furniture. 

It was more of a shock value, than a heart warming scene. Other scenes from Yuri On Ice that would have been better suited for this category would have been something like The Ring Exchange.

Though, because I was at such an absolute dilemma over this, I just didn’t vote for that one category. I couldn’t choose between the two, and I’m so glad I didn’t, because it would have haunted me for a while.

-Final Thoughts on the Awards:

I personally believe that Yuri On Ice did indeed deserve the other awards it received, such as Best Couple, Best Opening, Best Boy, Etc.

But even if you thought differently than me, even if you think that Yuri On Ice deserved absolutely none of the awards it received whatsoever, then that’s perfectly fine.

My opinion is no greater and no better than that of anyone else’s, but what do I know really.

Yuri On Ice Will Win Crunchyroll’s Anime of the Year Award:

I am only saying this now, a day in advance (depending on what time you read this), because it’s completely obvious that this is the inevitable outcome. It will win Anime of the Year on the 28th and there is absolutely no if about it.

My reasoning behind this is simply because Yuri On Ice has won countless other anime of the year awards already and not just from one place either.

Not only has Yuri On Ice won many, many Anime of the Year awards already, but the number of people who voted for the show is absolutely unbeatable. No show even comes close to those numbers, so mathematically, it’d be practically impossible for anything other than Yuri On Ice to win.

The (ridiculous) people in Crunchyroll’s comments seem to be setting themselves up for disappointment, almost intentionally. And this intentional and impending disappointment, brings us to the most important part of this article.

Abysmal Hatred and Heinous Spite:

This was the whole reason I decided to write this in the first place. I was so overcome with confusion because what I was seeing was so absolutely and totally bizarre.

To explain this simply, an online anime popularity poll result upset some people. They decided to insult people, complain, and succumb to hatred because they refused to accept the results like a group of self-entitled children.

What made this whole situation worse, was the fact that they didn’t keep their hatred contained to just Crunchyroll’s website.

No, they decided to harass individuals on every format, flood comment sections on websites like YouTube, Instagram, and Pixiv, and also Tweet obnoxious insults to Crunchyroll’s Twitter.

Some of the things I’ve seen generally make me concerned or question my existence, but not in a deep and thought provoking way. No, I mean the, “Why do I exist when people can be so dumb that it makes me question whether the word, ‘intelligence’ has ever meant anything at all,” kind of questioning your existence.

I’ve seen some pretty backwards statements before all over the internet, and sometimes in real life too. It obviously wasn’t a surprise to me when I saw hatred overflowing after January the 11th, but I never thought it would be on this kind of level.

There were some people that weren’t just hateful to the fans, the show, and people’s opinions, but they were also being hateful to gay people as well. You just can’t make this up:

People being blatantly homophobic because of an anime popularity poll is just absolutely ridiculous.

One of the most frequent comments I see regarding Yuri On Ice is: “I’m not homophobic, but I didn’t like the gay characters/gay couple.” 

Not only is that an incredibly strange thing to say, but that’s akin to saying, “I’m not racist, but I didn’t like the black characters/black couple.” 

If saying the last statement makes you seem racist, then wouldn’t saying something like the statement before it make you sound homophobic as well?

Besides all of this chaos, it got people to start very interesting conversations about how female fans are treated differently than most male fans.

Well, regardless of the blatant homophobia, hatred, and general idiocy that had taken place just a few weeks ago, I’m here to tell you to prepare for more because it’s not going to stop and January the 28th is just going to make it worse.

Future Hatred and Intolerance:

Remember how I said their impending disappointment seems almost intentional?

Have you ever known that something wasn’t going to go your way, but you built it up for yourself anyways, just so you could have an excuse to hate something? Yeah, maybe when you were a child

This is what these people are doing to themselves right now, solely as an excuse to hate the show more than they already do. 

In fact, there will probably be ever more backlash from Yuri On Ice winning Anime of the Year 2016, than from any other award it has won so far

If this happens, then the harassment, homophobic behavior, and hatred for the show and its fanbase will only increase. 

My only goal, as of now, is to let you all know beforehand, so it isn’t much of a shock when it inevitably does happen.

Final Thoughts:

I honestly think that if Yuri On Ice hadn’t won a single award, that this fandom would have accepted the fact and moved on.

I don’t think that the Yuri On Ice fandom would have done anything even remotely similar to what these hateful people did.

Of course, there will always be a handful of rude or immature people, but overall, this fandom is generally well behaved (which is a miracle.)

I’m going to be serious here for a moment and say that I don’t want it to ever get this hateful at any point within the fandom, ever. If this fandom ever becomes this hateful and this toxic at any point in the future, then you will know why I gave up fandom culture for good.

Between The Outlines: Part 1

Notes: This will be a mini-series for my 12 Days of Christmas challenge. There’s gonna be 6 parts in total, and I’m gonna be honest: I”m not happy with how it turned out. But regardless, I hope you enjoy it xx
(Graphic by me)

Pairing: Romantic Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k+

Song: Nothing But Thieves - Honey Whiskey

Warnings: I can’t think of any tbh.

12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Day 1: Wreaths + Fuzzy Socks

You had never been good at pointlessly flirting with men and leaving them high and dry. Naturally, that came as a shock to many people, as though because your body was covered in tattoos, you had to be a grade A bitch. You’d gotten used to it after completing art school and as the full back piece you had designed finished. People would always have their opinions, and nothing about that could be changed. Besides, there was a great sense of satisfaction that crossed your mind every single time someone cast you dirty look while hopping on the subway, knowing just how wrong they were about you.

Although, you had to admit: if you could have one trait of people’s expectations, it was the ability to talk to men.

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Love Contract >> Suga, You (Part 2)

I hope you will enjoy reading this part ;)

Part 1

Your photo still stuck in your mind.

In the photo, You were smiling brightly–a smile that had been so long since you smiled like this. The background behind you was the view of the sea, the beach where you had gone two years ago in Hawaii.

You were sitting over the yellowish sand, sunlight gave your hair brighter color, which made it blond instead of light brown; a long flourish lemon dress hung on your body to your shin and a bubblegum hat over your elbow-lenght hair.

You went there–to Hawaii–for photoshoots for one magazine. You could remember exactly the reason of your smile back then, and how you enjoyed the whole week you spent there, which sent aches to your heart.

Suga was also there? You thought, watching him rumbling through the cupboard of his kitchen. Turning your attention over the apartment. It wasn’t that large, but it was decorated well.

The living room almost looked like the bedroom. White walls and black curtain. There were one black leathered couch in front of a TV stand, two armchairs beside it, and white circled rug, over it a small coffee table stood.

There were no pictures of family, no shelves for books and nothing to make out Suga’s character, what he liked, what he did in leasuir time or what was his hobby.

But you knew one thing that he rarely stayed here as you observed the dust covering the furniture.  

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Drunken Confessions Part One

Lafayette x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Alcohol use (what’s up with me and writing drunk hamilsquad?)

AU: Modern

A/N: Requests are open for future stories!

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You were walking to your apartment after a long day of classes and frustrations. Midterms coming up in just a couple of weeks, you’d need to spend every day studying from this day forward.The day had started off rough, the barista got your coffee order wrong three times, which usually wouldn’t have mattered, except that it caused you to miss your bus. Then it had started raining. By the time you got to class, soaking wet and cold coffee in hand, it was almost done. The rest of the day had gone similarly, and all you wanted to do was curl up under your covers with a hot mug of tea and Tumblr.

It was a little after four, you knew that Lafayette was already home. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered their wings nervously as your thoughts once again drifted to the handsome frenchman. Okay, fine. You had a crush on your best friend, but no one knew, and you planned on keeping it that way.

As you approached your door, your heard voices, the thickly accented one obviously belonging to Laf, and another that was higher in pitch unfamiliar. Not sure if you should interrupt, you pressed your ear to the door to see if a sensitive topic was being discussed.

¨…Non, il est pas comme ça.¨ (No, it is not like that).

¨But she’s totally your type! And you’ve known her since forever, right? I think you should give her a chance, she’s rumored to be an excellent cook.¨ He joked.

It was obvious that this was a man also fluent in French, Laf had taught you most of the language over the course of your friendship. Once you had processed what they had said, your heart sped up. They couldn’t be talking about you, right? You looked down at the new cookbook you had just bought a few days ago amongst your textbooks. You pressed your ear even closer to the cool surface of the door as Laf spoke again.

¨Mon ami, non. Elle est la chose la plus éloignée de tape mon,et sa cuisine est aussi mauvais que sa personnalité.¨ (She is the furthest thing from my type, and her cooking is as bad as her personality) he said with slight disgust.

You felt your heart sink deep down as you pulled your ear from the door, refusing to listen to anymore. You felt hot tears well up in your eyes as you began quickly walking away from the apartment and back down to your car.

How could he…he of all people, say something like that? Were you really that terrible of a person…?

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks, dripping onto your shirt as you jumped into your car. You didn’t know where exactly you were going, but you knew you couldn’t face Laf after what you had just heard. You weren’t ready to deal with his pointless denial.

You pulled away, the man you had thought you…you knew that you…it didn’t matter now. He had made it crystal clear, he would never feel the same.

* * *

“Miss? The library’s closing, I’m sorry but you’re gonna have to leave.” The librarian gently placed a hand on your, stirring you from your sleep. You had been sleeping?

“Oh, right. Thank you.” She gave you a kind smile and walked away as you closed the Law textbook you had been reading. You stood, gathering your books and throwing on you jacket.

You didn’t mean to end up in the library, but it was only place you could go to think. Your mind wandered as you recalled one of the first times you had set foot in this place.

“Seriously? How can they not have it?” You frustratedly muttered to yourself as you re-scanned the shelf, already knowing that a French textbook wouldn’t suddenly appear. They had Spanish, Dutch, Italian, Russian, but not one basic learning French textbook. You stepped back, you would need to find a different library, but you had already checked all the others in the area, faced with the same dilemma at each. “How the hell am I supposed to learn French now?” You sighed and stepped back, putting your face in your hands. Why did you even decide to take a French class anyway? Oh right, you needed the extra credits.

“Madame? Are you alright?” Someone had whispered, causing you to slightly jump. You looked up to see a tall, caramel-colored, man standing about two feet from you, his dark, frizzy hair pulled into a ponytail. You felt your cheeks flush as his beautiful, concerned filled eyes looked down at you.

“Oh-um, y-yes. Sorry, am I blocking the section?” You asked nervously, stepping back from the language textbooks. He shook his head, giving you a warm smile.

“Non. I was just wondering, you looked, how you say? Distressed.” You took notice of the man’s thick French accent, was God taunting you? You cleared your throat and found a small smile for the man’s kindness.

“I’m fine, just debating whether or not to drop a class.” You half-joked. He chuckled quietly.

“If I may ask you, what class?”

“French. No library around here seems to carry a textbook and Lord knows I don’t have the extra money to buy one, I’m so screwed.” You groaned. The man smiled once again, you found yourself becoming quite entranced by that smile.

“You wouldn’t happen to be going to (your college’s name)?, would you?” He asked.

“Actually, I am. Are you?” He nodded, you were a little confused, what was he getting at.

“Oui, and I am, how you say, fluent in French, I am from Chavaniac. I was thinking, if you were needing to learn the language, perhaps I could be of some help?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

Your eyes widened, you didn’t know this man but for some odd reason, you trusted him. “You’d do that? That’d be great! I mean, if you want to it’d be greatly appreciated.” You added sheepishly.

He smiled, and put out his hand. “Marquis de Lafayette, but my friends just call me Lafayette.”

You smiled back, taking his hand. “(Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N).”

You shook your head, but that was over two years ago. Obviously things have changed, you thought bitterly. You had just gathered all your things and were heading out to leave, when you looked out the glass door and noticed it had started raining.

Could this day get any worse?

You sighed and shook your head. Maybe you could wait for the storm to pass? You pulled out your phone and checked the time. 10:30.

No! You had missed the last bus of the night by a mere ten minutes, which meant you were going to have to walk five miles to your apartment. In the pouring rain. Apparently, this day could get worse.

You were getting ready to cover your head in your sweatshirt when you heard a low whistle.

“It’s really coming down out there.”

You hadn’t noticed Aaron Burr walk up to you, you wondered why he was still here. He wore the same dark circles under his eyes and carried a large backpack, probably filled with books.

You nodded and he cockked a brow at your jacket-covered head. “New fashion trend?”

You gave a tired laugh. “Sadly, no. I missed my bus so, I’ll have to walk back to my apartment.”

His eyes widened as he motioned to the rain. “In this?”

“Yeah, it’s only a few miles, I’ll be-” He shook his head.

“Nonsense, let me give you a ride.”

“On, Aaron, no really it’s fine.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

“(Y/N), we both know it’s about a ten degree difference from that rain being snow. It’s my civil duty to give you a ride.”

You smiled, deciding that maybe you could accept this. “On one condition, you let me buy you coffee the next time we’re both available.” He chuckled.


You rushed out to his car, trying to avoid getting soaked was useless and the rain poured on. You had wondered why in the year you had known him you never realized how kind Aaron was.Sure, he was quiet and maybe sort-of a recluse, but he was generous. You both jumped into the car, slightly shivering as he put the heat on blast, facing both vents towards you. You didn’t object, grateful for the warmth.

“So,” he turned his head to look at you, “directions?”