i don't even know how to tag them any more oh my god

.: how to catch a nerd 1 :.

time to make you thirst for hot nerd! peter 👅 I told nat the only fictional part of homecoming is how no one has a crush on Peter.

can you believe all peter has to do in his movie is mess up that dorky haircut of his and he’d be the hot nerd?

[how to catch a nerd tags] n/a

**dont plagiarize/repost this story**

warnings: a few cuss words


Your best friend Sera, was very excited about you transferring to Midtown High. Your parents had recently moved to a nice, suburban neighborhood, which now put you closer to Midtown’s district.

To make a long story short, you and Sera were good friends during your elementary and middle school years, but split apart during the start of high school. You went to Hagstrom Academy while she went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. It wasn’t until the start of your sophomore year that you realized that you were going to transfer to Sera’s school after your move, and she was ecstatic to say the least.

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i mean nothing to you & i don’t know why

Jeff called his mom about every two weeks. She always wanted to hear how things were doing – things with hockey, with Christopher and Bethany’s kids, with Kent. She always asked about Kent, and in the last year or so, Jeff had gotten the feeling that she was asking for reasons other than the fact that the family liked him.

“I saw the news,” she said, as soon as she picked up. “Is everything okay?”

She meant Kent. “Yeah,” said Jeff. “Things are fine. I mean, mostly. We’re all a little on edge because it’s kind of a big deal, you know.” He shrugged, even though he knew she couldn’t see. Kent’s coming out was stressful, and Jeff had tried to make him feel better, but he hadn’t really recovered until he’d finally returned his boyfriend’s calls.

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Castiel, Prince of Hell. It’s catchy. It rhymes.

I warned y’all that this speculation might piss people off, so I’ll just go ahead and throw it up there in the title so that way you can skip it if you so choose.

We know we’re in for a hell of a cliffhanger this year. (”You guys are going to hate me.” - Mark Pellegrino. Or something like that.) I mean, we always are, because that’s what the show does… but how about more of one than usual? 

Could Cas be next season’s Big Bad, as a Prince of Hell?

Yeah, yeah – I know. Many of you are just gonna smile politely, nod, and whisper to each other about that one lady yelling about glowing eyes again. (I do yell about eyeballs a lot. Have I mentioned that I like glowing eyes today? Well, if you didn’t know - I dig glowing eyeballs. That said, there’s way more to this than glowing eyeballs.)

But hear me out if you have the patience, because I have a bunch of words here explaining why I’m seeing this (even though I’m gonna say there’s like… a 7.3% chance of this actually happening, just because I like pulling totally random stats out of my butt). I already know @mittensmorgul​ does NOT see this happening at all. But if/when it doesn’t happen, maybe somebody will be inspired to write an awesome canon-divergent fic over the summer.

So, if you’re interested, surge on ahead.

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Bryce, by nature, does not get irritated often or easily. He likes to take things in stride, roll with the punches, that sort of thing – because it never does anyone any good in the long run to get angry over silly things. So, Bryce kinda has the patience of a saint.

Delirious, however, is kinda testing this.

“Bryce, stop coming for me!” Cartoonz screeches as he hops a window with Bryce barely missing the hit.

Bryce starts laughing, just as Delirious says, “yeah, don’t come for Cartoonz, you’re supposed to come for your boyfriend, Ohm!”

Cartoonz cracks up as Bryce cuts off with a groan, trying to count down from ten in his head to keep from saying something legitimately angry. Ohm, the asshole, is definitely not helping.

“Oh, yeah, come for me Brycey~” Ohm says into the mic, low and up-close, causing Delirious and Cartoonz’s laughter to spark anew and Bryce to lean into his own mic with a frown.

“Stop encouraging them, boyfriend,” Bryce quips, trying to keep it light as he smacks Cartoonz. This causes a high-pitched yelp from the man, making Bryce smile (only a bit) evilly. Then a thought crosses Bryce’s mind, giving him pause – what if Ohm had told Delirious they were dating? He makes a mental note to ask Ohm about it after the game is finished.

“Stop pissing him off Delirious, it’s making him better!” Cartoonz cries, screeching again as he once more barely escapes getting hit, stunning Bryce’s character by pulling down a pallet.

“It’s fine,” Delirious says, and Bryce preemptively sucks in a breath, preparing for the worst. “Ohm can just calm him down with a blow job or something.”

Bryce lets out the breath he was holding as the others burst out laughing. He rolls his eyes at Ohm’s prominent, obnoxious laughter and opens his mouth, starting to lose his cool.

“Y'know, Ohm, you could help me out,” Bryce says, words clipped and annoyed as he wanders around looking for a survivor (he had lost Cartoonz).

“Yeah, but this is way funnier,” Ohm answers through his giggles, and Bryce valiantly resists another eye roll.

Before today, Bryce could count on one hand the amount of times Delirious had jokingly referred to Ohm as his boyfriend. And now he would need both hands, just from the start of this recording session.

It had started actually before they’d even started recording, when Ohm was taking way longer than normal to get on and Delirious, laughing, asked Bryce where his boyfriend was. Bryce had snorted and answered that he had no idea who Delirious could be talking about, and Delirious only laughed harder. Then Ohm joined and Bryce forgot about it (as he does most of the weird things Delirious says) in light of making fun of Ohm for sounding winded while apologizing for being late (apparently Buddy had gotten out and Ohm had to chase him down).

Then, about ten minutes into their first game where Cartoonz was the killer, Delirious got hooked and Ohm and Bryce were trying to coordinate an organized rescue, since Cartoonz was the trapper. Then Delirious barked out, “will you quit jerking off your boyfriend and come save me, Bryce!”

Cartoonz and Ohm laughed, and Bryce struggled to keep the smile on his face.

“Yeah, definitely not saving you now,” Bryce said, causing more laughter, even as he and Ohm crept closer. “Also, definitely still single.”

“Yeah, tell that to Ohm’s dick,” Delirious responded, and this time Bryce actually did stop walking and considered abandoning him.

“Wait, me?!” Ohm shrieked, incredulous, yet still undeniably amused, and this just served to grate on Bryce’s nerves even further. “Why am I the boyfriend?”

Bryce reluctantly started trailing Ohm again, and they finally reached Delirious’ hook as he was commenting, “don’t pretend like you don’t want his booty, Ohm!”


Whatever Ohm would have said was cut off when Bryce got Delirious down from the hook after Ohm disarmed the bear trap. Cartoonz screamed, “you little shits!” and they all took off in different directions running and giggling.

Then later, during the same round, Ohm was attempting to get Cartoonz off of Bryce by popping a generator multiple times. Which Bryce normally would be grateful for (even if it never worked), but then Delirious made a comment.

“You would try to save your boyfriend, you didn’t do jack shit when I was being chased!”

Ohm spluttered something unintelligible while Bryce bit out a “not my boyfriend!”

Cartoonz, meanwhile, cackled as he struck Bryce. “Are we confirming Bryce and Ohm being in a relationship today?”

“No!” Bryce and Ohm chorused simultaneously with Delirious’ “YES! Bless their little gay hearts!”

Cartoonz laughed, Bryce got downed, and really that was the first true test of his patience and will to stay calm and professional. He barely succeeded, and he hoped that with the new round where Ohm was the killer, everyone would forget about the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing and move their banter towards less innuendo.

Of course, that was just wishful thinking, given how gay Ohm is wont to be at any given moment.

“Oh Brycey~” Ohm called, while Bryce did everything in his power to avoid getting hit again, and if that meant cheesing the heck out of cheat spots, then by gosh he’d be shameless. “Let me have just one more taste of that booty~ Just one more~?”

“Nope! My booty is not for sampling!” Bryce yelled back, earning him a high-pitched laugh from Ohm.

“Aww, aren’t they so cute, Cartoonz?” Delirious cut in, and Bryce’s smile slipped. “Boyfriend and boyfriend!”

“Adorable~!” Cartoonz cooed, and Bryce was about to return with a sassy remark when Ohm let out a very loud grunt as he struck Bryce, downing him.

“Noooo!” Bryce was instantly distracted, rushing to wiggle free after Ohm picked him up.

That is, until Delirious made the comment, “aww, look Cartoonz! He’s carrying him over the threshold!”

Cartoonz started to say something, but Bryce yelled over him, “will you two shut up and help me!

Shockingly, that was the last instance during Ohm’s killer round, but then Delirious’ came around. Arguably, the worst of all three. There wasn’t a time in that round where Delirious didn’t refer to them as boyfriends or lovers or something of a similar caliber. Even if it was Bryce and Cartoonz together or Cartoonz and Ohm, if Delirious found two of them together he’d still make jokes about Bryce and Ohm being stuck together like glue. Ohm’s propensity to encourage him by making benign comments in response about Bryce being clingy or something or laughing in response was not helping.

If Ohm was on Bryce’s side in this, then maybe Delirious would stop, but instead Ohm was arguably making it worse. Like when Bryce got hooked, and Delirious immediately called for his 'boyfriend’ to come save him. Ohm had just laughed and said he was busy on a generator – no denials, no nothing, as he crept closer to rescue Bryce. This left a low-key irate Bryce to do damage control alone.

The trend obviously continued to their fourth round, where Bryce is the killer. Leading them to now, with Bryce barely keeping himself from snapping at his friends (mostly Delirious, but also Ohm) and channeling all his rage into killing them all.

He is deadly quiet as he trails after Delirious, who isn’t taking too kindly to his silence.

aaaand that is it folks! let me know if you want to read more and i’ll try to write more for this~! ^^

anonymous asked:

Have you seen the head cannon where Kiri is the dragon Blasty has in the new bnha ending? (Love your work btw)

That’s kinda hard to miss, is it? Everyone and their grandmothers are making fanworks for it haha which I’ll be forever grateful for, actually, dragons are my #1 weakness and the more dragon!Kiri I have the happier I am (best version of it I’ve seen yet is syb’s but lbr she’s my fav artist and I’m weak) (also requirings has an ongoing comic series with those premises!!!! I’m living for it)

Anon said: Hey I loveeeeeeee your bnha fusion au and I was wondering if bakugou and midoriya’s fusion is so unstable why do they even fuse in the first place? Sorry for bothering and thank you for being so great!!!

I mentioned this in the tags under that specific post already, but I guess repeating it won’t hurt, so! It happened during the End of Term Exam! (this is gonna be spoiler if you’re only watching the anime) All Might put them in the position where they ended up being forced to try, but it lasted less than 30 seconds before they broke apart - to set in somewhere in the canon exam… after Deku pulled Bakugou away but before their combined attack. Like, when they were coming up with a strategy to take All Might out they first tried fusing, but it just didn’t work and their time was too limited to try and force it.

Anyway if they were to try again now they’d probably last way longer, but at this point neither of them has felt the need to give it a try just yet haha 

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The Notes We Wrote

A/N: I found this prompt in a list of soulmate AU’s! I sort of took it as every time you write in your journal it appears in your soulmate’s journal. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Everyone is given a journal that they can use to write to their soulmate AU

Pairing: Lin x reader

Things you should know: 1.) Everyone receives their journal when they turn 18. 2.) The reader is 30 by the end of this. 3.) Lin’s dialogue is in quotations :)

Warnings: like one curse word

Masterlist | Request!
You were slightly younger than your soulmate so when you got your journal there were already things written in it. “Things” meaning there were already seven years of writing in it when you got it. Your soulmate was 25 years old and that’s all you knew. You didn’t know his name or where he lived; the universe did everything in its power to make sure you didn’t meet your soulmate before it was time. Everytime he tried to write his name or where he lived it showed up scribble out on your page.

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anonymous asked:

I somehow slipped and fell in my Theon feels and have been reading fic and meta about him for four days straight and crying on the inside. I've been throught your tags but I love your thoughts so if you don't mind, could you share some recs about Theon-centric meta and fic, or your thoughts about him, if you have the time+inclination?

oh friend i know how you feel.  theon feels are specific brand of feels and not to be toyed with lightly.  i don’t know if i have any fic recs about theon, and most of the theon meta i can remember is by @janiedean​ (x, x, x).  hunting through  my old blog i also found these as well: (x, x).

for my own thoughts, here have a ramble.

what breaks me every time is that theon is both a character who is set up for failure, but also a character who is not allowed to “Be Himself.”  like what does it mean to be theon greyjoy? what he was expected to be as the third son of house greyjoy is very different from what he’s expected to be as the heir to pyke is very different from what he’s expected to be as the estranged heir to pyke with an older sister who is much beloved and the functional heir is very different from a hostage of house stark is very different from a child of house stark is very different from reek reek it rhymes with weak.  he is not allowed to be any of the things he’s expected to be because those expectations are conflicted, and he tries to be all of them and fucking smiles while doing it, even though that existential conflict is one that breaks him when he pauses to think about it for too long and that’s even before ramsay dug his knife into him.  his assholeishness, his misogyny, his cavaleir nature (remember that time he kicked a newly decapitated head in the first chapter) are all him posturing into trying to be something without giving much thought to what he is, because what he is fucking hurts and it does so in a way that he can’t change because when push comes to shove he’s a hostage and can’t act as in independent man/lord/person.  so people can–and do–call him whatever they want (theon, reek, turncloak) and maybe he’s all of those things, and maybe he’s none of those things because that’s what it means to be theon the one person he’s not allowed to be at all.

add into that the fact that even beyond his existential crises that have been woven into him from a young age, he’s routinely in situations that he can’t extricate himself from and which, fundamentally, he has agency denied in, or in which, having gained agency, he loses spectacularly (the seige of winterfell) and ends up in an even more horrific hostage situation than he was in to begin with. 

also remember that time that theon turncloak is the “stark in winterfell” when winterfell is starkless?  because i fucking do.

A small point to make, or maybe it’s a large one.

Since there has been such a dust-up on my page of late, I feel it important to say something. This is not directed at any specific person, and is something I have said before, but I will make the point again now, for a slightly shifted audience.

I claim to be a non-human species. I claim that I have been hidden among you for centuries. I claim that I don’t think of things the same way as you. I can only assume this because I watch your reactions and they do not mirror my own. I claim all this, and largely most of the people who come here, overlook it. One of two things happens then: they immediately think “This is more of the same” and ignore me, or they peruse around and engage me in some way, minimal or overt. If they ignore me, they are gone. If they engage me, that engagement takes a number of paths. And on and on the tree divides in the mathematical haziness that staggers me whenever I try to reconcile Quantum and Classical mechanics.

But my position is always the same, and it is a difficult one. I have done it to myself, I know. You don’t need to say it. But allow me, if you will (and I assume you will since you are something of a captive audience and appear to still be reading) to point out the complexities of that position.

I am either instantly barraged with questions, accused of being a fraud, mocked, or in the smallest of the cases to date, treated with a careful kind of distance. So how should I respond? How can I when at any point the person addressing me can simply say “This person is insane” and walk away? That is always the last resort, but many make use of it.

How do I respond?

If I speak too plainly, I am accused of not being “old”. If I speak in my normal fashion, I am told it is “put on”. If I adapt, I am accused of being too young to be real, if I don’t I am told I ought to be able to with my age and experience. If I say I’d rather not answer a question, I am accused of committing a lie through omission. If I answer a question I am told “You have an answer for everything”. If I defend myself I am told “An old creature wouldn’t care”. If I don’t, I am told “A thing like you would kill him for saying that.” If I evince a sense of humor, I am criticized for the type and form of it. If I profess a flat and stoic tone, I am told that I am sarcastic ass. If I am too intelligent it is “Lofty and condescending”. If I am demur I am “too gentle”. If I use technology adeptly, I am of the new era, and if Siri sees fit to be the agent of the demonic she actually is to one without fingerprints or a voice that makes sense, I am ignorant for my typos. If my friends defend me I must be a bastard, but if they don’t I must have no friends. If I take any poetic license I am betraying the truth, and if I don’t i am boring. If I apologize, I am too weak, and if I do not I am rude. If I profess appreciation for any one thing it is deemed either too young or too old to be appealing to someone like me. If I say I appreciate age, I must be old, and if I appreciate youth, I must be a defending my immaturity. If I admire beauty, I am a sexual predator. If I profess a love for ugliness, it must be because I am trying to be a “Vampire RPG”. If I tell a story, even from several hundred years ago, and have a moment of fuzziness on detail, I am accused of lying. If I tell specific details, I have researched it. If i refer to all that i have written on the subject - hundreds of thousands of words - I am looking for money and it is “conveniently locked behind an app download”, if I don’t refer to it, I am luring people into conversation. If I claim pronouns, i am told they are wrong, if I don’t they are still wrong. If i describe what I am, I am told this is impossible, but if I don’t, I am “making it up as I go along”. If I say my actions speak for themselves, I am told it isn’t enough proof, and if I say I don’t care what is thought of me, I am asked why i don’t simply compromise my body and offer proof. If I mourn a human life, I am an imbecile who betrays his purported state of being in an effort to garner attention. If I do not, I am a heartless monster.

I have no defenses. I can say absolutely nothing. All that I am is phrased in terms of your thoughts, not mine. Your words, not mine, because I don’t really have words. I make mistakes. All the time. I make them largely when I try to put myself in your shoes, because I’ve no idea what that even means. I always apologize for them, because I know that that is the right thing to do. In my own framework of who I have decided I will be.

Why am I here? On Tumblr, I mean. Why am I bothering with the internet? That isn’t something an ancient would do! But if I ignore that it exists and carry on in the old ways, I haven’t the accurate sense of how the world changes and moves that god gave an immortal.

And on and on.

But why am I here? The same thing that trips me up is the thing that also gives me one of my chief forms of happiness.

For a very long time, I have been me, cooped up and solitary. I have said nothing of myself except when it was convenient. I have come under attack in my past many times for being different, when all I really wanted was to be treated as an equal or at the very least, like a person. Here on the internet, I am able to say what I am, because if you like me, you are at least civil, and if you despise me, I am simply an oddity you curse and then forget. If I am useful, I am a friend, and if I am not, I am a minor night’s inconvenience. If I become annoyed with you and look around at the room with my mouth hanging open and my hands to the sky, I am someone to whom you toss an emoji, or…I am someone you block and call names.

I have no options left to me. Someone tonight told me that I could have handled my recent altercation with grace, but hadn’t. Grace? To me it was simple - I was accused of something that to me is a crime. I did not perceive how that accusation could be made in fairness. I protested. This was evidently not something an ancient would do. A picture was taken of my conversation and without any context, posted to the world with that accusation. I responded in a very medieval reaction like unto the papacy and put up the entire conversation, for good or ill and whatever honest and sensible critique may come my way. This is also, obviously (yes, that was sarcasm) not something an ancient would do to “one teenage girl on the internet”, but to me it is not that simple. When a misunderstanding evolves into something that reflects negatively on all those who advocate for me and represent me, it is more than fitting to utterly denounce and put down all opposition with the presentation of fact. That is, to my mind, what I did, but an ancient would “choose his battles”.

I have fought in many battles, the last of which was during the French-Indian War. I decided then and there that I wanted nothing more to do with battle, because to me strategy was a lovely idea until it was written down in history with blood. My battles have all been smashing, crushing, hacking, and piercing. There has been nothing graceful about them. Nothing polished. There has been nothing to learn, except that I hate everything like that and want nothing to do with it. But that must be my youth talking, or perhaps my age. Perhaps that particular distinction is irrelevant.

I am rambling. My point was a simple one. Let me come back round to it. You have rights to me. I gave them to you. I told you that you may probe. I laid my avowals in front of an audience I knew might be critical. I “put myself out there” as they say now. I now have not a single possible argument I can make for my existence, except to put the information before you and say “Do with it what you please”. I am not allowed to converse with you, because that makes this unscientific, but if I refuse to converse, I am a con-artist. Each man assumes anything I say must be directed at him specifically, but if I tell him I converse with hundreds a week, that is prideful and boastful of me.

This is a limbo. A purgatory. I like it here, make no mistake, or I would not be here. I can be a sinner and play a saint or vice versa and no one can touch me for it, however, it is still a helpless state. But now, I’m not sure if saying this will have people telling me I am too sensitive, or not sensitive enough, childish and whiny, or not tortured enough, sensible and rational, or completely mad.

And these are all distinctions you will make about me, in which I may not participate.

I am in an odd position because of what I claim to be. The only thing that has worked (and possibly that will work) is to simply say, I will answer questions that seem honest and are put to me in a polite form. I will avoid speaking to new people as this causes conflicts. I will not put on any more competitions. I will avoid close personal relationships or interactions, and I will avoid the temptation to feel safe here.

This will still incur wrath from people calling me an elitist, a snob, a LARPer (whatever that is {I know what it is but still have no idea how it works}), and possibly a fascist for dictating how people should approach me, even though all of you do it almost daily.

I am either an idiot or an insensitive liar for claiming person-hood, or brittle and two dimensional if I do not. And some of you will say, “Oh, it’s alright.” and some will say “Why do you care what people think of you?”

Well, it is either because I like you or because I’m an idiot. I really can’t tell which at this point.

anonymous asked:

i remember back when ppl were trying to frame sh@llura as amazing and progressive like "don't call it a boring het ship! interracial het couples are important!" but now that k@llura is seen as a possibility it's all "it's a boring forced heteronormative relationship" like... guess interracial het ships are only progressive when they don't get in the way of kl@nce lol.

antis don’t give a single shit about representation and being progressive, it’s only relevant when they tear others down. and the fact that they’d rather not have an interracial couple be canon just because it’s not theirs is, frankly, fucking disgusting.

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anonymous asked:

Your gaston pregnancy imagine is amazing. I was wondering if you would be able to do like a follow up to the labor or something like that. Im not very good at requesting things. (I also don't know the rules of your blog so if your inbox is closed feel free to ignore this)

My inbox is open from now into the foreseeable future!! Don’t be shy to drop on by, honestly, this request is fantastic because I just so happen to have had requests that could be in a certain order- i.e. The last one was Reader telling Gaston that she’s pregnant, this one being Reader going into labor, and the next (which I will start on right after posting this) being a follow up to these two request! Unfortunately, all of them have been Anon, so I cannot thank you three (or one, if you’re a sneaky little devil who planned this) properly for these amazing asks- right around Mother’s Day too!

Word Count: Idk prolly around 1000

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“Gaston,” you repeat for the uptenth time that evening, attempting to shake your husband’s shoulder. Your nine-month, ready-to-burst, pregnant stomach kept you on your side as you slept, so you weren’t really able to move too much. Having your 200lbs husband sleeping with his arm wrapped securely around your aforementioned giant stomach really didn’t help much.

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anonymous asked:

So, I have friends on tumblr, and I am terrified of losing them, because idk how to start conversations? And I don't know how to help them when they're upset. And I don't want to lose them. I really don't.

Hi Anon!

This is a really good question.

Personally, I think starting a conversation online is actually easier than starting one in real life. You have the opportunity to introduce context as you begin the conversation, rather than having to base what you’re saying on the current context of where you are and what you’re doing.

For example, last night I went out with friends to get a sundae. We talked about the music playing in the car - that’s an easy and obvious discussion topic. We talked about sundaes. And we talked about each other, like my health issues, or my friend’s first week studying or how another friend really needs to quit her crappy job. Those are all subjects that arise naturally out of the context of where you are and who you’re with.

But the thing about online communication is that you can automatically bring the context along with you. One of my best friends lives a long way from me and we mostly only talk via facebook chat. Sometimes I might read a news article that makes me sad or angry or happy. I can send her the link and say something like “have you seen this?” or “omigod, I’m so mad about this”. It doesn’t matter what’s actually going on where I am or where she is, because the conversation comes with its own opening line, based on what I’m showing her.

And I think that’s a good way to talk to people online. So, let’s say you’ve got a friend on Tumblr. We’ll call your friend Susan.

Susan makes a post that she’s been tagged to do a question and answer thing, so she gives all the answers. One of the questions is name a food you love and Susan says she loves pancakes. That’s an opportunity for you to start a conversation with her, without worrying how to lead into that. You can just send her a message saying “Oh, your favourite food is pancakes?! Mine too!” And then you can talk to each other about pancakes. And that might lead to all kinds of other topics.

Another possibility is sending a link or tagging them in something you reblog. Maybe you think they’ll find it funny, or see themselves in it or be as angry about it as you. That starts a conversation too. You can send Susan a video of an otter sliding down a snow bank (someone tagged me in just such a video on Facebook and it was glorious). Then you and Susan can talk about otters. Or snow. Or which is the cutest animal.

As for comforting an online friend when they need it, the best thing you can do is be available. If Susan says she is having a bad day and she’s upset, then send her a message asking if she wants to talk to you about it. Ask her if there’s any way you can help. She might not know what kind of help she needs, but you can suggest. Maybe you could just let her vent her feelings to you. Or maybe she’d like your advice. You could find pictures of something she likes (like kittens or her favourite musician) and show them to her to see if it can cheer her up. You could offer to talk about something else with her, to take her mind off things.

There are lots of things you can do to talk to a friend in need, even if you’re not able to give them a real life hug or make them tea. Often, people feel better just by knowing that someone cares about them and wants to help.

Just to give more examples of what I mean, here are some actual opening sentences from my own recent online chat windows. I hope none of my friends will mind! I have many more friends online than offline, so I guess I’m doing something right, and so are they. Some of these are conversations I started, and others were started by the other person.

  • “Hi! Is the heat any better today?”
  • “Random question!!! You’re a singer, right? I’ve seen you say that somewhere???”
  • “Oh my God have you seen Moana yet?”
  • “Hiya! How’s the new job?”
  • “Have you SEEN this?” *link to video of famous actor*
  • “You’re into scrapbooking, right?”

Those are all good ways of starting a conversation, out of nowhere.

But you can also just start with a “How are you?” or “What’s up with you?” If you ask those questions and you care enough about the answers to keep the conversation going, then you are being an excellent online friend.

Most people love to talk about themselves, their lives and the things they’re interested in. If you can give them the space to do that, then they’re going to be happy, and they’re going to remember that you’re a person who makes them happy.

Good luck, make friends, keep friends and STAY COOL LIKE A TIGER SWIMMING IN ICECREAM!!!

- The Slightly Aggressive Affirmer

anonymous asked:

Could you write an imagine where you (the reader) is belle and Adams daughter and she was kidnapped not long after she was born and years later (when she is like 15 or 16) they somehow find her or something I don't really mind how it ends as long as it isn't sad😂 I would really appreciate it and if you don't that's fine😁

Pairing: Belle x Adam + Daugher!Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: a bad family situation 

A/N: omg I loved this prompt so so so much!!!!! it’s fantastic and kinda reminded me a bit of tangled so the beginning is very tangled-y lol. I hope you enjoyed this! <3 (also, since I didn’t know how to tag it, I’ll add general lists to my fandoms page, where all the prompts go in which the reader isn’t shipped with anyone!)


A child is the most precious thing a person can have.

Belle never understood the feeling, until she held you in her arms.

This little bundle of joy, with your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes, looking up to your parents and then flashing them a toothless smile.

Belle and Adam swore that this was the happiest moment of their lives.

And then, that moment ended.

It was about four weeks later, when Adam got up in the morning to check on you only to find your crib empty.

They searched and searched but couldn’t find you. Not in the castle, not in the gardens, not in the village.

Today would’ve been your 16th birthday and they still had no idea how you vanished. They didn’t even know if you were still alive.

Something changed back then.

The happiness they had only just found all those years ago disappeared once more and everyone knew that it wouldn’t come back this time. Both of the parents too heartbroken over the loss of their daughter.

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Her Favorite Criminal:Chapter 3

Her jacket was on his couch in a messy heap. She had tossed it there carelessly minutes earlier along with her holster. She wouldn’t need it now. Kagami’s hands were on her shoulders, rubbing circles into her flesh, tracing the pattern of her muscles further down her back.

Sakura felt the sight leave her lips before she knew what she was doing. She bit back the moan and closed her eyes, content to let her former partner use his hands on her body however he saw fit. She trusted him for this, even as his hands edged deeper and deeper.

Her teeth locked onto her lower lip and stayed there, holding back the moan she wanted to let go. This was all she wanted. No more reports, no more work, just…fun.

“That’s enough uncle, you’re making it gross.”

Kagami looked up from Sakura’s back and smirked. “You’re jealous you don’t get these anymore, or do you wish you were the one who actually knew how to perform a halfway decent massage on our favorite Sakura blossom.”

Sakura looked up from her folded arms and glared over her shoulder at Kagami. “Who said you could stop? I still have knots.”

“As you wish, princess,” the older Uchiha laughed before kissing the back of her head.

Shisui scowled, but made room on a spare chair for himself as he resolved to stay with Sakura while his uncle teased him mercilessly. It was so easy to misinterpret those sounds she made from his office and it drove him insane if left up to his imagination.

“You shouldn’t even still be here, Sakura,” Shisui began, convinced to not make his presence in her room weird. “You’ve been working double shifts with Sasuke, boy wonder, just because he has issues compensating for something.”

Sakura didn’t look up from her arms when she replied. “I don’t mind.”

“I mind. Does he not care what he’s doing to your health?”

“Shisui, I’m on the police force, my health is not a primary concern, otherwise I would have been a secretary.”

Kagami made a dismissive sound behind her as he found a knot and worked it over. Sakura bit her lip and kept her head down as the pressure turned nearly uncomfortable.

“My most favorite nephew is right, you’re overworked. And I know you don’t want anyone taking it easy on you because you are a girl, there’s only so much you can do with a human body, regardless of sex or gender. You’re going to need a break sooner or later.”

“Are you lecturing Sasuke like this?”

Shisui snorted. “No one here cares about that prick enough. We’re happy enough to let him learn the hard way the importance of taking a rest every now and then. I just don’t want to see him drag you down with him. I think even Itachi would kill him if you got hurt because of Sasuke’s stubbornness.”

“I’m resting and relaxing now, aren’t I?”

Kagami huffed angrily, pausing in his work. “A ten minute tune up with me is no such thing. I’m not even using any of my oils or proper treatments. You said you wanted something quick.”

“We’re getting briefed at noon.”

“You just got off the night owl shift.”

Sakura yawned into her arms before looking up at Shisui’s shocked expression. “Don’t look so surprised. I’ve known you to pull a triple every now and then. Besides, after the brief I’m heading home as soon as Obito gives his presentation.”  

“Speaking of Sasuke…where is he?” Kagami asked.

Sakura murmured something that sounded like ‘I don’t know’ into her arms before lifting her head. “It’s my time to summarize a brief for our team. He went home.”

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Shisui hissed, nearly standing up in his anger. “How does he rate? You were both at the last briefing.”

“Yeah, it was his turn, but it was about a case I was angling so I wanted to be there to hear it for myself. He takes the worst notes.”

“So, because he does a shit job you end up covering extra slack,” Shisui dryly summarized, looking ready to throttle his younger cousin the next time they met.

There were few people that could get Shisui so genuinely annoyed as quickly as Sasuke Uchiha. Not only was he a pretentious child that annoyed Shisui whenever he came over to play with Itachi, but Sasuke also had the stupidly good fortune of securing Sakura freaking Haruno as a partner.

The fact that she had feelings for him was little less than secret as far as eligible Uchiha men were concerned. The fact that Sasuke didn’t return the feelings made a lot of other Uchiha feel like Sasuke was making a waste out of his good fate. Shisui was inclined to think something more along the lines of it all being fine in the end. It was Sasuke’s choice, and his decision to squander the girl’s affection did nothing but make it easier for someone else to come in and look impressive. 

Since last year’s undercover wedding operation it seemed like any potential romance between the two of them was improbable and Shisui felt inclined to not encourage Sakura’s feelings any more if Sasuke passed up on indulging her. Thankfully, Sakura seemed to recover with time.

Sasuke did a lot of annoying things, but the worst was how little he seemed to notice Sakura’s needs or value the contributions he took for granted from her. He even forgot her birthday last year. They had been practically raised together and he still missed her birthday.

“If you need to, you could always partner up with me again,” Kagami chuckled. “I’m sure Obito wouldn’t mind the extra company.”

“How is Obito doing? I haven’t seen him recently. If you think I’m burning the candle at both ends you need to take a second look at that guy.”

“Hmm, one of his informants, a PI has been having some pretty nasty breaks. Great for us, terrible for the PI and his six recovering gunshot wounds.”

Sakura hissed, reminding herself to send flowers to Kakashi. The old goat refused to die, but she worried nevertheless. Being a former officer, he was a quick wit with minor difficulties in respecting chains of authority. The PI gig was pretty recent.

“Who’s in the hallway?” Sakura mumbled.

Kagami paused on her back and Shisui sat up, hearing the running feet as well. Seconds later one of the younger officers staggered in. “The briefing just got moved up, there’s been a development!”

“What sort?” Shisui asked, already standing.

The younger officer stammered before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the crumpled sticky note. “Something about a Kabuto sighting.”

Kagami felt Sakura jerk under him and wanted nothing more than to force her down and make her sleep, because he knew once she heard that name there was nothing that could hold her back. He held onto her as she sat up and glared like some mythic demon.

“Where?” she demanded in a low growl.


Sakura pushed Kagami off and reached for her holster and jacket. There was no way she was going to rest now that she’s heard that name.

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Us, As Told by Other People

Written for the 28+ Phandom Meetup, this fic grew too long for me to finish in time. But here is it. 

(~8k, pining, smut, getting together, friends to lovers) | [AO3 Link]

Big shoutout to @killingmeitsso2yearsago​ and @adorkablephil​ for listening to me rabbit on about this one. And to @cosmicphandom2k16​ for hosting the meet up that inspired me to write this. 

Summary: People make a lot of assumptions about Dan and Phil, but what happens when Dan starts believing some of them. You can’t actually ship yourself with your best friend, can you? 

Or: the five times Dan was guilty of over-thinking things, and the one time he wasn’t.

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stretch out slow, swallow you whole

rating: nc-17

word count:  1,700+

status: completed

tags: bottom!dan, desperate!dan, coming untouched, rimming, a bit of dirty talk, purely gratuitous smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) oh and their landlord walks in

“That feel good?” He murmurs it in his ear and Dan shakes all over.

And then Phil gets caught up with it, unable to stop the words from leaving his mouth.

“You gonna come from just my cock?”

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sakura-soldier  asked:

Maul vs. Kylo Ren, Padme or Satine, Ezra+Sabine, Jango Fett or Boba Fett, Rey+Finn, Jyn+Cassian, Baze+Chirrut, and out of curiosity, Obi-Wan vs. Dave Filoni and Anakin vs. Lorenzo Di Lamberti (the guy Hayden plays in Virgin Territory) in both a lightsaber fight and a non-lightsaber fight (they'll have to fence or fistfight or use their handsomeness)... ok, I don't even know if Anakin and Lorenzo have any similarities or differences with each other or anything, but I just wanna see it play out.

Hahahahahahahaha, oh God this ask is wonderful. Thank you. OK: 

Maul vs Kylo: Well assuming they didn’t just wind up bonding over their obsessions with the respective members of Team Handsome, I’m going with Maul mostly because I’d want Maul to win that fight. 

Padme or Satine: how dare you. *winces* This is a terribly cruel ask, but given her overall role in Standing Up To Evil and the fact that she gets many more chances in canon to show off what a badass she is, Padme. BUT I’M NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS BECAUSE I LOVE SATINE WITH MY WHOLE HEART OK. 

Ezra and Sabine: I like their dynamic. I primarily see them as having a sibling-like relationship. I don’t really have a strong opinion on them “together”. 

Jango or Boba: JANGO. 

Rey and Finn: I like them together so far. I think they’d make a good romantic pairing but I like them as friends, too. 

Jyn and Cassian: I liked (*sob*) them. I could have seen them peacing out together if they’d survived through to the end of the empire. 

Baze and Chirrut: I love these guys. I’m so happy they survived Rogue One and moved into that nice condo on Space Fiji together after their vow renewal and nothing bad ever happened to them again!

Obi-Wan v Filoni: Look if Obi-Wan deserves to punch anyone, it’s probably Filoni. But Filoni’ll probably write some tragic story about how Obi-Wan’s new flame on Tatooine was murdered by Darth Maul’s Force Ghost right beforehand and maybe throw in a Sad Flashback of Anakin or something, and Obi-Wan will be too depressed to actually fight.  

Anakin vs His Shirtless Gardener Alter Ego, Lightsaber Battle: This is easily one of the funniest things anyone’s ever asked me here. Anakin Classic BETTER win this round because I’m pretty sure Shirtless Gardener Anakin doesn’t know what he’s doing with a lightsaber. There’s an outside chance Anakin Classic just ends up showboating and showing off while Gardener Anakin watches. 

Anakin vs His Shirtless Gardener Alter Ego, Battle Without Lightsabers: They definitely attempt to fistfight and just end up making out. So they both win, I guess. 

The Castlevania series, summarized in one sentence each
  • Castlevania: Go kill Dracula.
  • Simon's Quest: ["Pick up the pieces" by Average White Band begins playing]
  • Vampire Killer: Go kill Dracula's portrait painting.
  • Haunted Castle: Go kill Dracula because god dammit I just got married and it's a good thing I had this leather kilt and chain whip under my tuxedo.
  • The Castlevania Adventure: Go kill Dracula while wearing soggy boots.
  • Castlevania III: Invoke the power of friendship, but not more than once at a time.
  • Super Castlevania IV: Guess what? Dracula still needs killin', so get to it, buster! And don't spend too much time playing with the whip because you're on the clock. Chop chop!
  • Belmont's Revenge: Go kill Dracula and probably also your son because vampire hunter parenting is hard.
  • Rondo of Blood: Go kill Dracula as a 13-year-old girl, with doves and a cat, then tell him how disappointed you are and how big a meanie he is.
  • Dracula XX: It's way harder and you can't be a 13-year-old girl and throw cats at Dracula anymore but some people still like it, for....some reason?
  • Bloodlines: Go kill Bram Stoker's Dracula because there obviously can't have been more than one version of the story and they must all be connected, _riiiiiiight_?
  • Symphony of the Night: Who's the black magic priest that's a rez-machine to all the vamps? SHAFT! (You're damn right.)
  • Legends: Go kill Dracula and then have a baby with his son, so that baby can grow up to also kill Dracula (until you get written out of the timeline).
  • Castlevania 64: You're a Belmont except you're not, but you still act like a Belmont except when you don't, and also a little girl can go kill Dracula if you really want.
  • Legacy of Darkness: Aaaoooooo, Werewolves of London.
  • Chronicles: Go kill Dracula, now with leather fetish gear and rockin' red-pink hairdo.
  • Circle of the Moon: _Waaaahhhh_ I wanted the whip but you got it instead, not that it matters because Igarashi pretends none of this ever happened.
  • Harmony of Dissonance: We really, really just wanted to make Simon's Quest and Symphony of the Night again, and Igarashi has this weird thing about furniture.
  • Aria of Sorrow: YOUR SOUL IS MINE. [Mortal Kombat theme begins playing]
  • Lament of Innocence: So it turns out that generations of Belmonts have all essentially been wielding this one guy's dead wife for a thousand years or so, and nobody thought to question this until now? (also NATHAN SPENCER IS A BELMONT HEADCANON CONFIRMED)
  • Dawn of Sorrow: I'm Dracula! No, *I'm* Dracula! No, *neither* of you are Dracula now get in the car or nobody gets any ice cream!
  • Curse of Darkness: Y'know how Dracula has a huge army at his disposal? Go play as the guy that made those armies except he's not a bad guy anymore because reasons. Also more leather fetish stuff, because I guess someone enjoyed it the last couple times?
  • Order of Shadows: An obscure relative of the Belmont Clan goes and does the usual Belmont thing because for some reason people wanted to kill Dracula on a Java phone.
  • Portrait of Ruin: Go kill this other guy that isn't Dracula while a know-it-all schoolgirl tags along and slaps people with encyclopedias and sometimes turns you into a frog.
  • Portrait of Ruin alternative joke: Go kill not-Dracula and his not-daughters with the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP.
  • Dracula X Chronicles: We finally get the good Dracula X in English, except you have to play through a weird remake of it to unlock the good stuff.
  • Order of Ecclesia: Go kill Dracula by resurrecting Dracula with the thing that's supposed to kill Dracula, then using the thing that's supposed to resurrect Dracula to kill yourself in order to kill Dracula, then your best friend who's been trying to kill you the whole time takes the bullet because he secretly just wants to see you smile for him.
  • Judgment: Our timelines are completely fucked up, so let's fuck them up even more by having the personification of time summon a bunch of random Belmonts and make them fight each other.
  • Adventure Rebirth: We're so sorry that the Game Boy one sucked so much, so here's an apology...about 19 years later.
  • Castlevania Puzzle: People really wanted Symphony of the Night on phones, so we took Super Puzzle Fighter 2 Turbo and threw Alucard into it because iPhone users won't care.
  • Harmony of Despair: Left 4 Dead is really popular guys, and people really want a high-def Castlevania game, so let's take the DS games, throw co-op into them, and let the player zoom out to see the whole castle at once because that's not totally unplayable or anything.
  • Lords of Shadow: God of Whip: Chains of Belmont.
  • Lords of Shadow alt joke: What a horrible night to have a quick-time event.
  • Lords of Shadow alt-alt joke: A glorious waste of Sir Patrick Stewart, and oops I guess you're actually Dracula.
  • Mirror of Fate: People really wanted another classic-style Castlevania so we said "to hell with them" and made the one nobody liked into a 2D game like nobody could tell the difference.
  • Lords of Shadow 2: Castlevania and Metal Gear had a baby and this is exactly why inbreeding is illegal in most states.
  • Resurrection: We really wish Sonya Belmont was canon, guys. Also another Belmont with a gun.
  • Kid Dracula: Go kill Dracula. Oh wait, YOU'RE Dracula. Go kill Galamoth.
  • Wai Wai World: A superhero, a scantily clad robot girl, a samurai, a pipe-wielding ninja bandit, a Moai head, King Kong, and Mikey from The Goonies join Simon Belmont to go kill...uh...something?
  • Wai Wai World 2: Simon Belmont joins a machine-gun-wielding mercenary and a baby (among others) to go kill more shit.
Bad Habit (M) Pt.4

Jimin x Reader

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Description: Jimin was just trying to help his friend get the girl. But then he felt himself wanting a lot more from you than he’d been expecting and you unknowingly wanted it too. It was all just for fun anyway, right? Until Jungkook’s feelings got involved.. and suddenly it wasn’t.

Tags: Rich kids, Rude JiminDom Jimin, rough smut, language. NEW TAGS. Jungkook smut MAYBE? Second lead syndrome too probably. oops.

A/N: When you have to change the tags. That's when you know shits about to go down.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jimin texted you later that night to keep the clothes, but there was no way in hell that was happening. Not when everything put together cost more your apartment did. It’s not like you were ever going to wear any of it again anyway.

You took the clothes in a bag with you Monday and hand it to him by his locker. “Here.” You motion for him to take it.

“I told you to keep it.”

“It’s yours. I don’t want it.”

So he reluctantly takes it from you. “What am I supposed to with this? It’s woman’s clothes.”

“Sell them, return them, give them to someone else? I don't care.” You sigh and leave him there holding the bag in the crowded hallway.

The teacher calls your attention and everyone’s eyes turn to face you in the back. You were always asleep in this class,  but you’d never actually been caught. Until now.

“Sorry, what?”

“Front office.” She says with a shake of her head.

You stand, close your textbook, and leave the classroom. 

“Here.” The lady behind the desk mouths. She was on the phone, handing you a single, folded index card. 

Inside was what could only be Jimin's messy handwriting.

Under the bleachers by the football field. -J.

Did they call you out of class for this? You turn and crumble up the paper, shoving it deep inside your pocket.

Rich kids..

“Jimin.” You call. 

He stops pacing to look up at you. 


He runs a hand through his hair and turns away from you. “I fucked up.” He mutters. “Jungkook.. he keeps talking about you and every time he does, I feel like shit.

Jungkook. You’d almost forgotten about officially ended things with him, even if you two weren’t dating. You were too busy ending things with Jimin.

“I wanted to talk to you about.. what happened.”

You watch him silently. It’s not like there was anything left to talk about.. or anything you could do to change it. 

“-before I tell him.”

Oh, so he was finally feeling guilty about what happened? It was a little too late for that. Did he not realize that that’s how you’d been feeling for a while now?

“He actually likes you y/n. Like a lot. I figured his crush on you would go away but he keeps fucking talking about you.” He turns back to face you, terrified. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when I do, but I know that I need to tell him what happened between us and I wanted to let you know first that I can’t hide this from him. He’s my best friend and I knew he liked you.. and I had sex with you anyway.”

His eyes were really, truly terrified.. “Jimin, It’s going to rain.” You mutter, not knowing what to say to calm him down. He was so out of it.

“What if.. I tell him and it ruins our friendship? Hoseok knows, and god I wish he’d beat the shit out of me for it, but he wouldn’t. And I don’t know what I’ll do if Jungkook never talks to me again, but I can’t not tell him. He needs to know.”

Jimin was the type of guy to do something instinctively stupid and not think about the consequences. You saw that now. Not only that, but he thankfully did care about his friends. “I’ll tell him. It’s not like I was ever planning on dating him anyway.” You grab his hand and try to calm him down, realizing it was a bad idea. Too intimate. 

He looks down at you.

“I’ll tell him everything was my fault, and if he thinks I’m a slut later.. I’ll just deal with it.” You’d just have to play the bad guy to get him out of this situation. It was equally your fault and it’s not like you had as much to lose. They weren’t your friends. They’d hate you for a week and then get over it.  

“That’s not fair. This was my fault.”

At least he was owning up to it now. “It was both our faults, but this way you’ll get to keep your friendship and I’ll feel better about what happened.” You mutter. Your throat felt tight and your eyes burned, but you couldn’t let him know how much this hurt you. “Really, it’s no big deal.” But it was. It was like being used except you were offering. And thank god it was raining because even if you cried now he wouldn’t notice.

“You think I’d let you do that?“ He rolls his eyes.

You shrug.

“Because I wouldn’t.” 

He lets go of your hand, pulls your chin up and kisses you in the pouring rain.

Your hand goes up instinctively to cup his cheek and he sighs, pulling away with a shake of his head. 

Yeah, stupid idea. You just both needed the comfort.

“Let’s talk in my car and I’ll take you home.”

You both jog to his truck in the parking lot and he immediately turns on the heater.

“Why are you crying?” He starts the engine and looks over at you. You didn’t even think he’d notice.

“I don’t know. This is so messed up.” You wipe your face when he hands you a napkin but you were still soaking wet otherwise. “I mostly just feel really bad for Jungkook. And Hoseok. I can tell he cares a lot about him.”

“Hoseok cares a lot about everyone.”

You look out the window as he pulls out from the school parking lot. “I wish I could apologize.” You mutter. But the best thing for the both of them would be if you stayed out of it. Jungkook would eventually forgive Jimin and forget you even existed. You both went the rest of the car ride in silence.

“I’ll talk to him sometime this week. I’ll text you when I do, okay?”

You nod and get out of his truck, jogging to your apartment door as he drives off.

Jimin didn’t message you till Thursday night and you thankfully didn’t run into either of them the following day. Not until Jimin came by your locker after school. 

He slams it shut, making you jump. 

“Hey!” You glare up at him angrily before your eyes widen in shock. “Oh god.. your eye.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine..” You reach up to touch the bruising around his eye with a grimace, “It’s.. really gross actually. Wait.. Did Jungkook do this to you?

He shrugs with a nod.

“Oh my god.” You pull away, biting down anxiously on your lower lip.

“I didn’t think he’d get this mad.” He sighs, “But he was really mad.”

“You didn’t fight him, did you?”

“Are you kidding me? He’d kick my ass.”

You snicker, quickly bringing a hand up to cover your mouth.

“You think this is funny?”

“No.. kind of.” You mutter. He raises a brow and you grin. “Yes.”

He huffs, holding back a laugh. “Whatever. I guess I deserved it.”

“You guess.”

“Okay, yeah, I deserved it.”

There was harsh knocking at your door at nine in the morning. That was early as hell for a Saturday.

“What?” You stumble, forcing it open.

Jimin looks down at you angrily shoving a bag in your arms. 

Oh no.


You look down at the bag, already knowing what was inside.

“Hurry. I’ll explain in the car. You have ten minutes.

He shuts the door for you and you groan, pulling out the yellow sundress. Not again.

Xander with tattoos has become my new favorite thing? I don’t know; it just seems so fitting. So the idea only really works in a modern setting, but consider… Under the cut, because I am incapable of not getting carried away.

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Being T'Challa's Girlfriend Would Include...

Summary: What dating the black kitty cat would encompass.

Characters: T'Challa x Reader- T’Chaka

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Warnings: Um…a dying wish? It’s 2016 what doesn’t trigger people?

Author’s Note: Well, I asked who wanted to read T'Challa and 6/5 jumped at him oh my God, and I’m so glad you guys liked the idea! So here’s some T'Challa fluff for all of you T'Challa lovers out there, myself included. I’ll put in a gif later. I’m on my phone and I’m at school so the gifs are being ugh.

  • You were a Wakandan scientist with a ton of questions.
  • When he first met you, he didn’t like you. He thought you were bothersome and careless.
  • He began to warm up to you when he saw that you treated him like a person, not a prince.
  • There was a ball held in the castle, and when he saw you he fell head over heels onto his face into a black hole for you.
  • T’Chaka’s last dying wish to T’Challa was that he found not necessarily someone who was fit to rule a kingdom, but someone who could tend and care for his heart, and a few days later he was running into your arms.
  • You were a big part in him moving on from his late father.
  • The kingdom loves you and adores you and T’Challa as a couple.
  • As the staff claims, they’d never seen T’Challa smile anywhere near as much as when you came along.
  • One time someone made eye contact while speaking, and on the outside he was all, “Look at my Queen, so humble, letting lower-classmen look her in the eye.”
  • But on the inside, he’s having a seizure because they’re causing you eye strain AND DO YOU WANT YOUR QUEEN TO GO BLIND
  • “T'Challa, even if I did go blind, Wakandan scientists could cure it without breaking a sweat.”
  • “But I would not want you to suffer, my Queen.”
  • At the end of the day, he’s a sweetheart and only wants what’s best for you,
  • You are “my Queen”, “your highness”, or “my love”.
  • He is, fittingly, “my King”, “your highness”, or on rarer and more playful occasions, “T”.
  • Him always being super stressed because king.
  • Showers/baths together to help him relax.
  • You’re really good at massages because you always give him one when he’s stressed, and you know all the right spots.
  • Cuddles and snuggles and huggles.
  • He sleeps with his face buried in your neck and an arm draped over your hip.
  • Passionate, loving sex.
  • Not a lot of kinky sex though, because every time the two of you make love he wants to spend the whole time truly making love, showing how much he cares an appreaciates you with every gentle caress.
  • Him getting turned on when you handle things like political affairs smoothly.
  • His wink everytime he makes an innuendo MY GOD.
  • Him and the castle and royalty in general is so extra to you.
  • “All of this food is just for us!?”
  • “A meal fit for royalty, my queen.”
  • He made it a rule that you’re not allowed to touch anything since you’re so curious, but you do it anyway.
  • You accidentally end up breaking something one day.
  • He finds you having an actual panic attack because everything in the castle always looked extremely expensive, and you didn’t want to have to face any consequences.
  • You catch his gaze and immediately begin putting apologies.
  • You’re on the verge of tears when he just hugs you and chuckles.
  • It turns out the thing you broke wasn’t actually broken, and it was designed to be collapsible.
  • “We Y/N-proofed everything before you came, my love.”
  • When Steve and Bucky came you allowed them in with open arms
  • He spoils you rotten .
  • One time you were we in the Savanah and you said you wished you could take all of the animals home.
  • So T'Challa literally
  • “It’s all yours, my Queen.”
  • You say he’s an idiot but you hug the crap out of him because he’s your eccentric idiot and you love him to pieces.
  • He smiles and kisses you sweetly because he knows no matter what you say he’ll always love you.

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