i have no other way to describe this other than: hot mess

off limits | 04 (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings: smut, dom! Jin, dare I say fluff…? followed by an ‘oh shit’ moment
words: 12,051
summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

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imagine CEO namjoon.

Originally posted by cuteguk

  • what’s there to say? we already know he’s a great leader.
  • heir to the country’s largest publishing/printing firm.
  • also the greenest publishing/printing company in the country, like top five in the world, all thanks to namjoon’s initiatives.
  • he takes the whole inheriting business thing very seriously, determined to deserve the company and to be the best boss ever.
  • graduates early from a prestiged business school abroad and shares the responsibilities at the company to give his ageing father a break.
  • he’s so !!!! invested !!! in the health and happiness of his employees !!!!
  • wins All The Awards, for his green initiatives, planting trees, and making jobs, and protecting the environment ect, but also for having the happiest employees in the country.
  • he’s always arranging conferences and seminars for his employees to educate and encourage health/happiness/safety/equal opportunity/respect/ect in the workplace.
  • he works so hard to make sure everyone even down to the lowest branches are insured and that there are daycares and mom’s get the paid leave they need and deserve and that everyone gets and equal and fair wage.
  • bless him.
  • unfortunately all this work on top of his official workload means he doesn’t have much time to look after himself.
  • but in his mind he’s suffering is worth the safety and health of so many others he doesn’t even mind tho he’s kinda sad.
  • so, you work in the HR department.
  • and the head of the department fucks off on maternity leave and by some miracle ???? you get a hasty promotion.
  • no, you’re not really the head of HR but your function is pretty much the same and you don’t mind because the pay is goOD.
  • part of your responsibilities as head is to keep namjoon briefed on the general mood and concern of the people in his branch, i.e the large building full of people he feels directly responsible for.
  • he even has a whole suggestion box system, so once a week you just have to go through the notes people leave you and present a list to namjoon with a few possible solutions etc.
  • piece of cake.
  • except he’s hot as all hell.
  • i mean, it’s not a problem, far from it, he’s just very distracting.
  • but your meetings with him are the highlight of your work week so you do a really good job or at least you try, and also wear something nice.
  • and you think he’s just kinda clumsy and awkward.
  • but actually he finds you really distracting as well.
  • and your meetings are A Mess for the first month or so, until you get into the swing of things and get your shit together.
  • and the complaints he gets are never a big deal because everyone is happy and has nothing to complain about like ???
  • his secretary complaining that him playing smooth jazz all day in his office is getting kinda annoying and please would he play some classical or maybe bossa nova for a change.
  • or that his wacky ties and other questionable fashion choices are giving them a headache.
  • or jeon jungkook complaining about someone’s coffee breath again.
  • an anonymous submission says jimin is apparently??? too??? cute???
  • jung hoseok won’t stop moonwalking to the photocopier while humming thriller and it’s not even october and michael jackson doesn’t even moonwalk to thriller ugh ???????
  • yoongi keeps falling asleep at his desk and forgetting to go home at the end of the day.
  • harmless stuff like that. 
  • (namjoon stays late so he starts driving yoongi home because that’s just the kind of Great boss he is.)
  • and most of the time you two spend these meeting gossiping about drama between the departments and rolling on the floor laughing.
  • and you’re so in awe that someone can be so wonderful and selfless, making use of his privilege to protect people less fortune than him.
  • and your meeting are usually after lunch, so you come back from lunch to find him buried in paperwork and you begin to wonder, who takes care of him?
  • you ask if he had lunch and he’s like lol of course not have you met me
  • and you suggest postponing the meeting because there’s nothing urgent going on and you can take care of “kim taehyung keeps sneaking his dog into the office” on your own.
  • but he’s like “nO!!! please, our meetings are the only break i get, they keep me sane, they’re kinda the highlight of my week.”
  • and you sputter like ????? “im,,,what??? me ?? too?”
  • from that day on he starts taking you out for lunch every week and that way your meetings get twice as long.
  • and eventually you have to ask him, since nothing is going on in the office, “what about you, namjoon? how are you doing?”
  • and he thinks for a moment and he’s like “you know what, i feel kinda shitty actually.”
  • so you let him vent all his sadness and weird existential thoughts and angst for a few weeks and eventually suggest maybe he takes responsibility for his own health and happiness and maybe a good step would be to see a therapist?
  • and he does because he values your opinion and honestly it’s the only selfish thing he’s done in years and it makes him feel 1000001x better to have his concerns and ideas affirmed and listened to by a professional. therapy is cool, kids.
  • and one day shy joonie hands you a little poem he wrote you on a post-it, describing all the little detail he’s observed about him that makes his heart race and his head go all slow and foggy.
  • because he really,,,,,,,,,,,,, really likes you, and hopes this isn’t weird or anything if you don’t feel the same way that’s cool but he’s felt this way for a while and you’re the best thing that’s happened to him since this company and he just thought you deserved to know and he’s sorry.
  • and you have to like glue yourself to that dining chair so you don’t climb that dang table and throw yourself at him because namjoon is the most wonderful man on earth you treasure him and you want to keep him safe and happy because he deserves as much kindness as he’s prepared to give and he has nothing to be sorry for and you love him.
  • and he loves you too.
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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all for love || stiles stilinski

word count: 4174

warnings: none

prompt: collab with @sarcasticallystilinski

author’s note: happy lacrosse week everyone! this is my first part of lacrosse week with hay! we are very proud of this one and we hope you have as much fun reading as we did writing!

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Imagine sharing a bed with Dean and changing while you think he’s sleeping but he’s really just watching you.

“Dean?” you whispered, looking at the hunter “Dean are you awake?” you asked again in a low voice. You didn’t want to wake him up, that’s why you wouldn’t shake him, but at the same time you needed to make sure he was fast asleep.

Why? Easy, you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself. It was enough to spend an entire night sharing a bed with the man you’d had feelings for so long let alone him catching you staring at him like some creep. You would defend you were only gazing but even that could not be justified considering you were only best friends. And what was even was worse was that Sam had not wanted to join you in this hunt, so that meant it was only you and Dean in one room and more specifically one bed.

You sighed, shaking your head. If you kept looking at him any longer you were bound to get caught sooner or later. It wasn’t as if you could help it anyway. Every feature of this man screamed beauty and with the way the light shone over his face, creating the needed shadows and highlights, it made your heart beat a little faster. But then again he always did. It was the mere fact that he’d call your name in his sleep that could make you melt right then and there, you didn’t need to keep looking at him any longer. Besides, knowing the man the way you did – having gotten to see every side of him from the most beautiful to the darkest ones – you had gotten to creat a kind of bond that could not be described. All of this only adding up to your love for him.

You let a small sigh and slowly and carefully untangled yourself from him. Or at least tried to, because damn he was a persistent one. You couldn’t help a fond smile at that, nor at the small whine he let when you pulled yourself away from him. He was truly adorable but as much as you wanted to stay snuggled with him, his legs tangled with yours and his arms wrapped around you securely you knew you had to get up. You wanted to surprise him with some breakfast since you had been able to finish the hunt just the previous night and it had really worn him out.

You moved to the side of the room after one last glance at the sleeping hunter and turned so that you could start getting ready for the day. You took off Dean’s shirt that he had so kindly lended you and soon followed his boxers. You’d want to keep them on for just a little longer, maybe you had began to enjoy the feeling of them on your skin a little more than you should but once more: who could blame you? It was Dean Winchester’s clothes, full with his scent and entire feeling of Winchester all over them.

You sighed, shaking your head as you folded the clothes back in place. You were so tempted for a moment to just take them but you knew you shouldn’t. You weren’t in the mood to explain him all the whys later. There were plenty for sure. You searched through your duffel bag trying to find the right clothes to wear for the day until you realized you were really uncomfortable with the bra you were wearing at the moment. You reached behind your back to unclasp it and took it off before starting to search for a good one.

And this was the exact reason why you needed him to be asleep.

You were only standing in your black panties as you were searching for a bra until you found two bralettes. You paused for a moment, biting your lip in thought. You flexed your muscles as you looked at the two of them, trying to decide which one you should wear. You weren’t really fast in making decisions in the first place.

“Which one?” you mumbled to yourself, biting your lip as you moved your hair our of the way. Gosh they too were a mess.

“How about none?” a low voice said behind you and you froze in your place. You wanted to turn but on one hand it wouldn’t be the most wise choice considering you were practically naked and on the other you knew exactly who it was. The only person that was in the room with you and you only thought he was asleep.

“D-Dean?” you whispered, eyes wide and face already burning hot.

“Yes sweetheart?” he asked in such an innocent and calm voice that it almost surprised you. You didn’t miss how it was more rough though.

“Aren’t you- aren’t you asleep?” you whispered but a gasp left your lips when you a hand on your back. His fingers were trailing up your spine, making shivers and goosebumps form. You were only met with silence as Dean didn’t respond to you. You wanted to turn and look at him, at least his expression but your face was bright red as it was so you weren’t really in the best of situations.

“You’re so fucking beautiful…” he whispered as you felt his palm explore your back, from lower up to your shoulder blades and then over your shoulders and down your arms, making you shiver under the skin contact.

“The way the light falls on you…” he added in a low and husky voice and you bit your lip when his other hand was placedon your thigh and he slowly dragged it up to your hip, giving a small squeeze, and up to your stomach. Slowly but painfully going higher, raising a hot trailer on its path. It made you feel as if your entire body was on fire.

“Gosh it only reminds me of all the little things I love in this body- That I love in you.” you felt his breath now a the back of your neck and you took in a sharp breath when you felt his full lips there. You closed your eyes and bit your lip to keep the moan from leaving.

“D” you whispered “How long have you- have you been standing there awake?”

“Long enough” he said softly, his lips brushing over your skin as he spoke “Long enough to realize how much of an idiot I am for letting you go, for letting this go.”

You shut your eyes, shaking your head “I’m nothing special. I’m not what- what you are used to seeing.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t care what I am used to seeing.” he suddenly pressed his body flushed to yours, eliciting a gasp “I only care what I want to be seeing for the rest of my life.”

Your eyes snapped open as you held your breath. You swallowed when his hand that had stopped started moving upwards again- and you didn’t have the strength to stop him not as it moved up to your bare chest.

“And that is?” you whispered.

He suddenly stopped and although you expected him to be more fierce he gently took hold of your shoulders and made you turn. You couldn’t protest, even if you wanted to. Your face was burning and you didn’t dare look at him. He placed two fingers under your chin, making you look up at him. You were pleasantly surprised to realize his eyes were only glued to yours because he obviously wanted to. The adoration that was written all over his face took your breath away.

“You” he breathed out “Your body yes. But also- Your eyes. Your smile. The love you have for me and I never thought I’d deserve. That is what I want to see for the rest of my life.” his response shocked you.

“Wh-what?”

“Because it is this- because it is you that I want to wake up next to every morning.”

Not that kind of friends

Request: @spiderween   37+41 with Steve, please! Can’t wait

Prompts:   37) “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.”

41) “When did you get so beautiful?”

Words: 1000

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy, so much fluffy

Thank you @widowsfics  for beta this for me 

Credit to the gif owners 

Everyone knows that couple of friends. That kind of that are not really friends but they are not really lovers. You can see all the love and how much they care about each other but they never really admit those feelings out loud.

You grow up watching these friends and you never truly understood why they never said anything to each other until now. 

Since you met Steve, you fell in love with him. He was kind, sweet and really easy to look at.  He made you feel safe, protected and when you were around him you only felt happiness.

You suspected that he felt the same way about you for a while now, he was always hugging you and giving you forehead kisses. He treated you with so much gentleness, nobody ever treated you like that: like you were something so precious that need it to be taken care for.

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Watching - Montgomery x Reader

Request - “Can u write a montyxreader where he’s very protective of her bc he likes her a lot”

(Sorry but I decided to switch Bryce with Marcus because I don’t really wanna write Bryce I hope that doesn’t mess up your vision and that this is okay!)

2…7…5…3…

Locker code: confirmed, you thought to yourself, throwing in the heavy books you no longer needed for the remainder of the day.

Shutting your locker, you readjusted your bag and turned to go- before feeling eyes on you. From the corner of your eye you could spot Montgomery de la Cruz watching you. What was he doing? You thought. You knew each other fairly well, your social circles merged, but conversation was lacking.

Often, you were teased a little by your friends because you were so innocent. You were kind and caring and your friend Hannah described you as; ‘a ray of light’, a contrast to how Monty was portrayed. With a temper like a kettle, the boy was no stranger to trouble. He was attractive, no doubt, and on occasion you’d got to see the soft, teddy-bear side of him. It was clear to you that Monty was with the wrong crowd, he was often frustrated with them and struggled to be around them.

You decided to pretend to ignore Monty, he probably wasn’t even looking at you. You started off to your next class and noticed laddish laughter not far from Monty. Marcus appeared to be the cause of the laughter, his cronies hitting him in congratulation for whatever he had said. You decided to ignore them too, idiots.

In class you felt the same eyes on you, but they would occasionally scan the classroom, before making their way back to you.

—–

“I don’t know. I mean, I think he’s really nice, but the hovering is a little odd sometimes.” You explained to Hannah. You always saw the best in people.

“He has a bit of a temper but he’s a good guy really. I’m sure he has a fair reason, you should ask him!” She encouraged. You laughed weakly.

“Probably not…” you trailed off, imaging how weird you’d look going up to Monty with; 'why do you keep hovering?’, yep. Definitely not.

—–

Monty’s POV (a couple weeks prior)

Marcus and the boys were laughing next to him and messing with each other. Monty was laughing along as usual, not taking on everything that was being said.

“Monty? Eh? Whaddya say?” Justin nudged Monty.

“What?” He clicked back to his senses.

“Y/N L/N? Hot or not?” Justin asked.

“Yeah, hot. She’s cool.” He nodded.

“Isn’t she like some kinda virgin queen?” Zach asked, clearly getting confused from his revision.

“Who knows.” Marcus responded.

“Her sex life isn’t really our business, unless we’re involved.” Piped up Monty.

“You know what?” Marcus cut in. “I’m gonna ask that girl out someday soon.”

Monty jerked his head up.
“Why?” He asked more suddenly than he’d intended.

“Really? Y/N, little angel Y/N. I want to see how good our little angel is in bed. Does she have a devil side? Innocent girls like that always have a kinky side - I swear.” He chuckled to himself, eyeing Y/N up from across the corridor.

“She’s tight man. Yeah, imma ask her out.” He repeated, stroking his chin and wetting his lips with his tongue.

If there was one thing Monty had decided in the past minute, it was that Marcus Cooley was a through and through pervert. He was creepy as hell. Monty was disgusted by how grossly Marcus was acting, and he wasn’t going to let him anywhere Y/N if there was anything he could do about it.

—–

Your POV (now)

You were putting books away again, and spotted Monty, again. The exceedingly attractive boy was starting to worry you, and make you conscious of your appearance. Had you had the same piece of spinach in your teeth for about two weeks? Did your hair look bad? Were your clothes gross? You had no idea. A tap on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts.

You had been so immersed in your thoughts you failed to notice the boy had gone.

“Hey, Y/N…” Montgomery was stood in front of you, his freckles full from the sunshine and his eyes glistening chocolate.

“You alright Monty?” You asked, hoping maybe he’s give an explanation as to the recent weirdness. He nodded;

“Yeah uh-”

“I’ve seen you looking.” You burst out before you even realised your mouth was moving. “At me. I’ve seen you watching me.” You clarified. You were instantly mortified at yourself, feeling rude and weird.

Monty smiled bashfully.
“Yeah I uh- I’m not being creepy - i promise, I just think you’re pretty rad to be honest.”

“So you just decided to watch me?” You laughed.

“Actually um, Marcus, Cooley, said a few things that grossed me out and I was trying to keep him away from you.” He breathed in honesty.

“Away from me?” You questioned.

“He said was planning on asking you out.”

“He did. I walked away without saying anything.” You giggled.

“Marcus was right about something, taking you out on a date would be awesome. I’m glad you rejected him.” He tried to conceal his smile to no avail. “And I felt a bit protective, okay, a lot protective, you’re the kindest soul at this school, and because I’m pretty certain I have a thing for you.” He was looking at his feet, “and I know you don’t feel the same back, it’s okay, I just needed to get it off my chest.”

You smiled at the sweet boy in front of you and leaned in on your tiptoes to peck him on the lips. When you saw the surprise on Monty’s, you leaned in and kissed him properly, smiling.

“Pick me up at six.” You smiled sweetly before sauntering off to happy dance in a toilet cubicle.

How Yosuke Hanamura broke my heart

It’s incomplete, but I had to get this out of my system:

How Yosuke Hanamura broke my heart

Persona 4 is a funny game. It is also a long game, and that allows the social simulation aspect of it to really work, allows you to feel at home with the characters, through charm and repetition - grumpy Dojima, overly energetic Chie, confused heart of gold Kanji. Through little bits of interaction, day by in-game day, you at some point start to realise that when this is over, you might actually miss them. All of them. 


And then there is Yosuke. 


You play Persona 4 as Souji, a quite detached guy moving in from the city, hand on his hip, jacket slung over his shoulder, and while you, the player, grow fond of the game’s characters, Souji always feels like he doesn’t quite belong. He is the leader, the one who pulls the strings, the one grown up far beyond their age, with the world’s weight on their shoulders. 


You juggle realtionships, help people out, they call you senpai, sensei - and then there is Yosuke. 


Yosuke, who somehow, magically, manages to transcent Persona 4’s charming but game-y relationship system and becomes something else. Yosuke, who calls you Partner, and rings you up at night asking about your dreams or which girl you like. Yosuke, who does and says so many silly things that you never quite know what to expect - Yosuke, who ultimately breaks the boundaries of Persona 4 and makes Souji/Yosuke the most unexpectedly real-feeling relationship within a video game that I’ve ever encountered. 


I don’t know what I thought when I first laid eyes on him, it’s likely that it was something along the lines of “Hey, this is quite cool-looking for an anime video game guy. Nice headphones.”


Then, in quick succession, things happened that made it clear that Yosuke was many things - heartbroken, repressed, funny, lazy, loyal, competitive, insecure, reckless - and that there was something building between him and Souji that seemed like a stunningly natural depiction of friendship. Somehow, this is rare - a video game showing two guys becoming friends, a process that just like falling in love requires making first moves, and opening up, and getting comfortable with each other. It seemed like Yosuke was the person in the cast that always wanted to know a little more, the one to push Souji a little bit, willing to ask stupid questions just to get a reaction, and unlike the other characters, he seemed to always act out of a desire to be level with Souji, to break through the calm, collected, leader-shell of his and address the human being inside. 


Now, that alone would be a remarkable thing for a video game to depict, and worthy of high praise. What complicates things is that Yosuke, no matter how much he might deny it, seems like the most obvious case of a closeted gay person the world has ever seen. 


When I started playing Persona 4, I had a pretty good idea of what I was getting myself into, through reading about it and actually having played a bit in the past. I also knew about the game’s realtionship system, and was aware, or thought I was, that you could only get romantically involved with girls. Thus, when the game started to tease the possibility of a gay option, I raised an eyebrow, then another one, and then I lost my marbles. 


When it started, the closeness between Souji and Yosuke had already been established, and since I’m a sucker for guys not actually hating each other, I started to favour Yosuke a little bit - choosing him to eat lunch with on the roof, studying together, spending afternoons at the Junes food court, talking in the soft glow of the sun on the Samegawa river bank. When Yosuke asked which girl I liked, I chose “neither”, cheekily, thinking I was playing the metagame, when the next midnight channel story twist came up, I bet each time that Yosuke would be the one to call Souji, outraged, worried, flustered, and each time when the phone rang and it was indeed him, I smiled to myself. But surely it was all in my head - I was starting to ship it, but it was just a fun little thing to do, to spare a thought here and there and layer it on top of these two characters whose interactions I enjoyed way more than expected. 


Then, these little moments started happening - the group sitting together at Junes’ and Yosuke remarking how good Partner is with his hands, a comment that might not even have stuck out so much if weren’t for the fact that immediately after saying it, Yosuke became a hot mess of backpedalling embarrassment. His insistence to know whether Souji had a crush on somebody, and who it was, despite the awkwardness. His remarks about inviting a third person to their activities, “or else people might think we’re gay.” And ultimately, the sheer time the game devoted to the Souji/Yosuke relationship - way more than any of the other characters got.


Persona 4’s social link system is fairly rigid. You choose to spend time with people, and if things go well, and even sometimes if they don’t, it raises your relationship level with said person, allowing you to climb the social link ranks, which has gameplay and combat benefits and also allows you, in some cases, to pursue a romance. What is remarkable about Yosuke is that the game spends a significant amount of time showing interactions between Yosuke and Souji outside of this system, building their relationship beyond the confines of you walking up to a person after school and answering “yes” to their proposal of hanging out. This not only serves to create a markedly more natural and complex relationship, it also sets Yosuke apart from the other characters - he is the one to choose to interact with Souji while the other characters can only wait to be chosen. 


And then Kanji entered the picture, Yosuke freaked out completely and I looked on, amazed at the fact that this game would dare to introduce a gay character, who, despite being closeted, met up with dates after school and whose dungeon was, of all things, a gay bathhouse, with sexual content that wasn’t even the slightest bit concealed. Of all the characters, Yosuke reacted most strongly to this, outright refusing to enter and making a big fuss about being afraid of Kanji taking advantage of him. 


It culminated in the camping trip - Kanji, Yosuke, Souji sharing a tent - a scenario that could have been used very easily for a gay romance movie of questionable quality, full of the usual tropes of late night talks, denial, confrontation and very real confusion on my part of where exactly this was going - the game laid on the armored gay homophobia on Yosuke so thick that it seemed almost impossible to read what was going on in any other way. Combined with the unusual qualities that had been established in the realtionship before Kanji joined the group, it started to feel like an entire plot was going on behind the scenes, inexplicit yet persistent and increasingly impossible to ignore. 


A few in-game days after that camping trip, Yosuke broke another boundary the game had set up to this point - he visited Souji’s home. More importantly, his room, a place that up until then you, the player, had always been alone in. The conversation that followed, in that intimate space, can’t adequately be described as subtext anymore, it’s text, and very gay text at that. I was streaming the game at the time, and I bet if that session’s video was still up, you’d hear my breath hitch when Yosuke, no homo Yosuke, asked about Souji’s porn stash and teasingly, suggestively stated he’d find it while Souji was out of the room. That was only the top of the iceberg, the whole scene and its context hit me like a 10 ton truck - could it be real? Was there really, explicitly something going on? The fact that I, after learning through research that there was no gay option, felt the need to double check after that scene, to make sure there wasn’t one, should speak volumes. 


That’s when I learned of the fact that Yosuke very likely was a gay option, that there were unused text and voice lines left over on the game’s disk that turned the inexplicit explicit, both in english and japanese, suggesting the developer changed their mind after the localization was done, i.e. very late in the game’s development. Only, they had ripped out very little, leaving in tons of sublte and not so subtle parts of the relationship, and that was when I realised that Persona 4, beyond being one of the best games I have ever played, would also have the potential to make me very sad, and very angry.


It wasn’t just that gay rights had been dear to my heart for as long as I could remember. It wasn’t just that the progression of Souji and Yosuke’s relationship eclipsed any other possible pairing in the lineup by miles in terms of complexity and depth and just feeling right. It was the loss of an incredible story being told, a story that would have been unique in the history of video games - the story of two fully realised, multi-faceted male characters that you, as a player, like, falling in love, and dealing with the fact that they both happen to be guys, with all the issues that might bring in a society where homophobia and hate are still so prevalent. 


While this has been done in movies to great success in recent times, mainstream video games haven’t dared to show male homosexual relationships in positive light and up front and center. Persona 4 does dare to spend significant time on very progressive subjects, including homosexuality and transgender issues, but it falters and pulls back just on the brink of being truly groundbreaking, which, to anybody playing the game with an open mind, can only scream injustice both in a worldly and in an in-game sense. 


The level 9 rank of Yosuke’s social link progression has the two of you standing on a hill overlooking the town of Inaba. Yosuke’d probably call it a village, and the two of you talk about coming to terms with your place in the world, literally and figuratively. It’s autumn, and the evening sun plays with the coloured leaves on the trees - it’s a beautiful spot, a wistful song is playing, and despite the Playstation 2’s aged graphics you can’t help but marvel a little. You’ve never been to this spot before, you think Yosuke probably brought you here, and you wonder if there are any other locations in the town you know so well by now that you haven’t seen.


“There is still nothing here,” Yosuke says, meaning Inaba, a place he resented for the longest time, “but I have family, and friends…and you.”


I sat in front of the TV for a long time, the soft piano notes of the song playing making me ache, and then I realised that while Yosuke Hanamura was denied the chance to become part of video games’ first positively framed gay male relationship, he had acomplished one thing:


Yosuke Hanamura broke my heart.

Scars We Carry

Request by: Anonymous

“ Please write about the first time after Draco and Harry start dating that they finally have sex after waiting a long time and Harry sees Draco’s scars and breaks down.”


°One Shot

°Pairing: Drarry (Draco x Harry)

°Warnings: NSFW/Harsh Language

°Note: Plays in 8th year!


                                           ~Scars We Carry~

Nervous.

Nervous was probably the best word to describe the state Draco was in at the moment.

Sex was supposed to feel good, right? Especially when you do it with the one you love.

But hell, the Slytherin was so nervous as he sat on his bed of his own dorm down in the dungeons. 

Harry and Draco have been dating for quite some time now. It’s been a rough time, and ever since the fire in the Room Of Requirement and what happened in the war, Draco has felt oddly attracted to the Gryffindor.

 So when they saw each other again in the Hogwarts Express to start a new year in their well known school, his feelings were all over the place.

However, eventually, he found out that Harry might be attracted to him as well, so he made a move and boom; they immediately fell in love, and since the dark lord wasn’t a thing anymore, there was no one that could stop them from becoming the probably cutest couple in the wizard world.

But Draco never felt ready to take it further than hot kissing sessions in his bedroom.

And Harry always respected that, even tho he clearly wanted it.

There just was something about all the time that caused Draco to have some trust issues. 

Now, however, he felt ready; just how would he explain this to Harry?


A knock on the door ripped Draco out of his thoughts and with a short “come in”, Draco laid back on his bed.

Harry, looking like a complete mess, walked inside and jumped in the bed, resting his head on his lover’s shoulder.

“You tired?”

The brown haired boy only nod his head and kissed Draco on the cheek.

“Quidditch is much harder now that I’ve missed it for a year.”

He sighed and cuddled Draco’s side, a small smile on his face.

“What have you been up to, babe?”

“Oh, uhm I…”

With a light shade of red covering his cheeks, Draco shifted so he could look at Harry’s face.

“I’ve been thinking. About us.”

With a frown on his face, Harry tilted his head.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, no, not at all. I’m just…I don’t know how to start this. Let me just…”

Draco decided actions were better than words right now, so he leaned in to kiss Harry passionately, who kissed him back with just the same force.

Harry rolled over so he was on top of the other male, their lips never parting.

First, Draco wasn’t sure what to do, but Harry’s lips drove him crazy, so he just closed his eyes, shut off his head and began to move his hips against Harry’s.

The second their erections touched through their clothes, Harry gasped and broke the kiss.

“D-Draco what are you-?”

But he didn’t want to talk, so he pulled Harry’s face down by his collar to kiss him again, moving his hips with a bit more confidence.

He could feel the moans coming from his lover against his lips, and finally Harry moved his hips too, and yes yes yes, it felt so good.

Harry’s left arm was next to Draco’s head, holding him steady, while his right hand began to run up and down Draco’s body, until he reached his lower back where he then moved just a bit lower and cupped Draco’s ass with his firm hand.

His lips now moved from Draco’s lips down to his chin, along his jaw and ended on his neck, where he left one hickey after another, all of them just at the right spots.

Draco loved it when Harry left hickeys all over his neck. He loved to let people know who he belonged to, and even better was when he was the one to leave hickeys on Harry’s skin.

His whole body heated up, and his heart started to race when Harry began to unbutton his shirt.

Fuck, what will happen when he sees the scars from 6th year?!

“Harry do-”

But it was too late.

Harry gasped and removed his body from Draco’s when he sat up, his eyes wide, shock reflected in them, horror even.

“Oh god…”

The hand he just opened the shirt with now covered Harry’s mouth, and tears began to build behind those round glasses.

“Harry, it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, Draco!! I…I did this to you!”

As if he was afraid of himself, Harry stared at his hands and sobs began to escape his throat.

Even tho Draco felt the sudden urge to roll his eyes all the way back in his head. he sat up and wrapped his arms around Harry.

“I love you, Harry. Please don’t cry. We wanted to forget the past, right?”

When Harry, however, wouldn’t stop sobbing, Draco became inpatient and pulled him into a kiss again, that finally muted the other male’s sobs.

Now it was Draco’s turn to let his slightly shaking hands run over his boyfriend’s chest, before he grabbed the shirt tightly and took it off, breaking the kiss in order to pull the red shirt over Harry’s head. 

In the process Harry’s glasses fell off, but that was okay because they were so close that Harry didn’t need them to see his lover anyways.

As soon as Harry’s shirt joined Draco’s on the floor, he pushed the blonde back again and started to kiss his chest, his scars, softly at first, but then his tongue touched the skin, and Draco never felt so good and happy and needy before.

A soft moan slipped past his lips, and Harry began to kiss his way down to the waistband of Draco’s jeans, his hungry eyes never leaving the other one’s.

Excitement rushed through the Slytherin’s body when he could feel Harry’s hands undoing his belt, unzipping his trousers, and before he knew it, his jeans ended up on the floor as well.

The bulge in Draco’s pants was now right in front of Harry’s face and when his fingers gripped the clothing and pulled it down, Draco hid his face behind his hands and held his breath for a few seconds.

“Babe, don’t be shy. You look so beautiful.”

Harry softly kissed his thighs, again and again, until he thought Draco felt comfortable enough with his new feeling of being completely naked in front of someone else than himself.

Just to make sure he was reading the signals right, he looked up at Draco, his look asking for permission, and when Draco shyly nodded, Harry placed a soft kiss on the shaft of his throbbing erection.

Draco gasped, starring down at Harry as he kept doing so, until he suddenly licked the tip, causing Draco to moan.

His fingers got a hold of his messy, brown hair, gripping it tightly as he pushed Harry’s head a bit lower, wanting him to stop the teasing and just suck him to insanity.

But Harry, that sneaky little bastard, seemed to have other plans and he rolled over, pulling Draco on his lap.

“I have to admit something.”

Confused about why he would wanna talk now, Draco frowned at him.

“I, uhm, I never did this kind of thing either.”

“What?”, shock was written all over his face. “I thought you did this, you know, with Cho or the Weasel girl.”

“No, Draco. You’re my first too.”

For some odd reason, Draco felt relieved hearing that, and he couldn’t stop the smirk on his face as he leaned down and whispered: “Then let’s make it as good as we can, shall we~?”


There’s been a lot of time where Harry just appreciated his boyfriend’s body with soft kisses and touches, and it was so sweet that Draco even forgot that he never did this before.

Especially as Harry wrapped his hand around Draco’s hard member, he forgot how to think straight and gave in in the pleasure he was driven to.

“Harry-fuck; i-if you keep going like-oh-like that, I’m gonna cum before we even started.”

Way too fast Harry removed his hand and stood up from the bed so he could take off his last pieces of clothing as well, before he sat on his knees in front of Draco again.

“Uhm, do you know how to do this?”

“I’ve heard about it. We need, uh, lube, cause otherwise it would hurt too much. You have some?”

Draco once again nodded (Pansy told him he’ll need it one day when she gave it to him as a late birthday present) and reached to get it out of the drawer of his nightstand.

Harry grabbed it, opening the bottle-which was pretty hard with his shaky hands-and coated one of his fingers with the substance.

“You really wanna do this?”

Draco took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Alright. This might hurt a little, just tell me if the pain gets too much and I’ll stop, okay?”

With that, Harry slowly inserted his finger, little by little, listening to Draco’s whines and groans, waiting for a sign of his lover to move.

Once Draco got used to the strange sensation, he moved his hips, and Harry began to move his finger, slowly in and out, and even tho it felt so weird to Draco, he couldn’t help but moan.

“I’ll add another one, okay?”

As response he got another loud moan, so he added another lubricated finger and moved them a bit faster, scissoring and stretching him and when he noticed Draco arching his back, he knew that he hit that one spot that he’s been reading about a couple of times.

“Harry just-just fuck me already, please.”

Harry got even harder hearing those words, which seemed impossible at this point, and he used his hand to lubricate his aching cock as well, pulling out his fingers of Draco, which whined at the sudden empty feeling.

He, however, yelped when he felt the tip of Harry’s member entering him, slowly, but it still hurt badly.

Ever so often Harry stopped moving; believe me, it took him all of his self control to not just fuck Draco senselessly; and gave Draco all the time he needed to get used to his size, to any size actually.

It took some time, but eventually Harry slipped in completely and with a short nod of his boyfriends head, he began to slowly move his hips back and fourth.

“Fuck, Draco…i-i’s so tight.”

Both of the boys moaned and Harry got faster at each loud moan Draco let slip through his lips.

With the pain already forgotten, Draco parted his legs as far as he could, allowing Harry a much better access, and suddenly he hit that spot again that made him see stars.

“Harry!!!”

Hearing Draco moaning his name like this drove him way too close to his orgasm, but he couldn’t help himself from telling Draco to do that again.

“H-Harry, oh god, I-I-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah, me too.”

Draco felt his whole body shake and he let out a breathless scream when he reached his height, cuming all over his stomach.

With Harry’s lips on his, he came as well with a suffocated moan.


Harry rolled to the side, pulling Draco into his arms, placing kisses all over his sweaty face.

“I love you, Draco.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

Maybe all the things that happened weren’t so bad, after all.


Hope you liked it, sorry if I got anything wrong. Lots of Love!<3

~Jen

Undeniable

Author: Emma

Characters: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word Count: 2,584

Warnings: Smuuuuuuut. Unprotected sex (use condoms y'all!), bad language words

Author’s Note: I don’t even know what happened here. This is completely different than what I meant to write. How did this happen??? Feedback is appreciated guys!

Originally posted by lokihiddlelaufeyson


“Please Y/N.”

You weren’t sure how the a prince of Asgard could look quite so much like a begging puppy but with the way he was looking at you there was almost no way you could turn down his request.

“Fine,” you scoffed, “but you owe me big time.”

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Rainy Days- A BATIM Fic

I have waited literally all day to post this. But yeah, literally for the last week it’s been rainy and dreary and while I normally love the rain, I had to go out in the rain and work, which is not fun. Anyways, another fic in @doodledrawsthings Hell’s Studio AU, about the first time the toons saw rain and I fudged the timeline a bit so they could all do it together because I like the trio together discovering things and it’s my story so :P. Anyways, enjoy!

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Super-Mega-Foxy-Awesome-Hot Olicity Fic Recs!

I felt the need to share my favorite fics with the fandom to help survive this hiatus, Hope you enjoy :) 

One-Shots 

Blind and Unable to Speak Oliver is Blind & Felicity Can’t Speak + A Dangerous Situation 

*Hide Aways “You keep - ow! - ace bandages inside your jacket?” Felicity is mind-boggled by this. “Like - inside?”“Yes,” Oliver says calmly, like this is no big deal at all, like it’s totally normal for somebody to sew medical supplies into custom-made Italian businesswear, like everybody does it and Felicity is the one who’s weird for questioning it.

Write It Right Felicity leaves Oliver messages by writing on his arm, and he starts doing the same to her.

*Six Times Felicity Uses Post-It Notes and One Time Oliver Does Olicity being adorable and hilarious 

Little Black Dresses and King-Sized Messes Canon divergence during the Summer of Unbearable Sexual Tension. Kissing on a mission undercover.

Challenges Made, Promises Kept When Felicity issues Oliver a challenge that includes her on his back while doing push-ups, it becomes a daily moment for the two and their friendship strengthens because of it.Otherwise known as the “Felicity sits on Oliver’s back while he does push-ups” fic

Not Just a Close Shave While at a gala, Isabel Rochev notices a speck of blood on Oliver’s face, Felicity steps in to cover and finds out that Oliver might not be as okay as they all think.

I Woke Up Like This The morning after the night before. Felicity isn’t feeling flawless. Adult content (sexytimes).

Tight Spot and a Hard Place While on an undercover mission, Oliver and Felicity find themselves in a tight spot. Oliver is forced to become suddenly very aware of his attraction to his beautiful little IT girl. A humorous one-shot.

Flashback Thanks to The Flash, some visitors from the Future help to give Oliver a new perspective on some things. Season 3, humorous. 

Not So Platonic Feelings Felicity has a horrible migraine, Oliver knows how to help. But will he be able to keep his feelings in check?

Lean on Me Post Flash 1x08. Felicity helps take care of injured Oliver after his fight with Barry. Aka they are so married and they don’t even know it

But You Stood By My Side Night After Night (You Loved Me Back To Life) Oliver and Felicity stuck in a trunk, queue felicity squirming and Oliver really notices.

Reaching For You Oliver comes back from a bad night out as the Hood, and when Felicity refuses to leave him alone, the lines of their friendship are tested. 

No Talking The one where Felicity loses her voice.

I Wore the Wrong Shirt Today A distracted Felicity leaves the house with a dark bra under a light top, Oliver has trouble keeping his eyes on her face. She has no clue why he seems uncomfortable.

Darling heart, I loved you from the start (But you’ll never know what a fool I’ve been) For Oliver Queen, the soul mate mark was a curse, at least until it was a blessing. Soulmate AU. 

Branded with your mark (I wear it proudly on my chest above my heart) “I’m very happy it’s you,” he said. Soulmate AU.

Multi-Chapter 

*Forever Is Composed Of Nows Oliver & Felicity future toddler shows up because the future is to dangerous for her in season 2. THE BEST fanfic I have ever read. Words can not describe how awesome this is, just read it, even if you hate future fics give it a try. 

*Monsters in the Dark Lets just say I have re-read this more than any other fic ever. Felicity has the ability to see guardians, spirits that protect the majority of people. Some guardians talk, others don’t. Oliver Queen’s is a sassy, chatty beast. She starts helping Oliver, forming Team Arrow, and getting drawn into the pull that is Hurricane Oliver. 

Tango After a mission goes wrong Felicity and the team have to deal with the ramifications, and how to handle her going undercover once again.  Oliver tangos, enough said. 

What Happens In Russia… When Diggle disappears, Oliver and Felicity travel to Russia to track him down. But their trip is interrupted by the presence of Isabel Rochev, and things do not go as planned. What happens in Russia doesn’t always stay in Russia…

Technical Assistance  Felicity Smoak swore she’d provide technical assistance to all who need it. She’s just not prepared for her newest client.A story that shows another way Felicity and Oliver could have met. Major slow burn. 

What happened in Vegas… It’s all fun and games until you wake up hung-over and married to a stranger. Five years ago Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak made a drunken mistake that could never be corrected. After years on a hellish island he comes back as a man on a mission only to find out that what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas. (Season One Rewrite)

The Offer The evidence was stacked against her. The murder of her boyfriend was a crime that she didn’t commit, but the judge and jury didn’t see it that way. Felicity was preparing herself for the guilty verdict and a life in prison. Except that the night before her final trial, a masked stranger offers her another option. The opportunity to disappear, live a life in the shadows. A chance to get justice for others, justice that wasn’t awarded to her.

Remove All Doubt “Really shouldn’t that list have been titled ‘Oliver Queen’s Top 5 Ways To Turn You On?”When a group of Oliver’s former flames decide to spill the illicit details of his private life, Felicity cleans up the mess but not before her babbling inadvertently lays down a challenge.

Times Like These A man from Felicity’s past she never thought she’d see again suddenly appears in Starling City, bringing with him memories she’d rather keep forgotten, and a new threat. Felicity is Kidnapped Fic. 

I Could Get Used To This Oliver offers Felicity a place to stay while she looks for a new apartment.

Fifty Bucks Says When Oliver Queen lets Felicity Smoak move in as his platonic roommate, Tommy, Thea and Digg don’t believe for a second it’ll last. So of course they’re going to try and make money off of it.

Although I can’t promise you will love all these fic’s as much as I have, I sincerely encourage you to at least try the ones with a * star next to them, they will give you all the feels, and they are still my favorite fics of all time :) Check out my blog if you would like & please send me recommendations for more fics  :) @overwatchsmoakk

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Sterek au: Stiles’ college internship has him working with Deputy!Hale. And they get a little help from Derek’s nephew. 

Happy birthday, obriensnipples! <3<3

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Stiles gets to the station late as usual. Deputy Hale is waiting for him, arms crossed over his chest , looking stern and irritated. Stiles groans. Of course it had to be Deputy Stickler-For-The-Rules waiting for him instead of his dad. He could probably convince his dad to pretend he was here on time. Maybe bribe him with some hamburger. Yeah, yeah, he’s a terrible person, he knows this.

“Where’s Dad?” Stiles asks, looking around.

“Busy,” Derek replies. “You’re late.”

“Yeah, traffic and not speeding and being a lawful citizen kind of thing,” Stiles says with a wave of his hand. “Does he want me to wait for him or something?”

“You’re not working with him,” Derek says. He drops his arms and walks over to wall to grab the keys to one of the department SUVS.

“You? I’m doing my internship with you?” Stiles starts to panic. This is bad for so many reasons. Sure, Derek Hale is smoking hot, especially in his too tight uniform pants, but Stiles barely notices that anymore. Mainly because he’s pretty sure Derek is an alien who is going to eat his brain for fun. Derek has that look about him. Plus, the dude is like a robot who hates fun. He’s a robot alien who wants to kill Stiles in his sleep.

Derek heaves a long-suffering sigh as he slips the aviators on his face. “Unfortunately.”

“Hey!” Stiles exclaims, bristling.

“I have better things to do other than babysit the sheriff’s son,” Derek says as Stiles follows him out.

“You’re not babysitting me!” Stiles exclaims. “This is my senior internship. It’s a big deal. I’m serious about this.” It’s the last major thing Stiles has between him and his degree.

“So serious,” Derek mocks. “Serious people are often late.”

“You couldn’t, I don’t know, forget about that on my week one report?”

“Not a chance,” Derek says as he walks around to the driver’s side.

“I’d have been on time if I’d known I’d be working for Deputy Asshole,” Stiles mutters.

“What was that?” Derek asks.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Stiles grumbles as he pulls the seatbelt around him.

“Sixty hours,” Derek says. “Can’t wait.”

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CW: Home of The Mary Sues Ultimate Edition!

This is the ultimate edition of the CW Mary Sues. The Mary Sueness just doesn’t know when to end with these girls do they?

1. Elena Gilbert (aka Black Hole SuePurity SueSympathetic SueFixer Sue)

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2. Lana Lang (aka Sympathetic Sue/ God-Mode Sue/ Black Hole Sue/ Purity Sue)

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3. Hayley Marshall (aka Jerk Sue/ Anti-Sue/ Black Hole Sue/ Fixer Sue)

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I’m going to be Copying and Pasting each and every trope that these 3 posses that make them Mary Sue characters. BTW here’s the link to the site (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CommonMarySueTraits)

Let’s start with Personality:

What personality? In these cases, it’s fairly blatant that the author is just writing the character for amazing stuff to happen to instead of a character that actually exists as a person. Obviously, this is only a Mary Sue trait if what happens gives the character special powers,fantastic romances, or somehow lets her be a big damned heroine ; otherwise it’s just another faceless first-person perspective.

  • The personality of a Mary Sue — if she has one — is not nearly as important as how other characters react to it. No matter how shy or socially awkward Mary Sue is supposed to be, other characters will be drawn to her and inexplicably prefer her company over that of anyone else. All of her ideas are brilliant, all of her jokes are funny, all of her advice is an amazing breakthrough. People will trust her immediately, or very quickly, and feel more comfortable talking to her than to anyone else (even their own family or their significant other), even if she hasn’t done or said anything to make them feel that way about her.
  • If another character doesn’t feel this way about Mary Sue, it’s usually to portray them as either bad or just an idiot.
  • Mary Sue doesn’t have to actually do anything to be considered a good person—she just is good. By extension, anything she does is good, and even when she does nothing she brings more good into the world simply by existing than any other character ever could. Goodness just seems to seep out of her body like radiation.

All 3 of them suffer from bland personalities, and are praised for being brave, amazing, compassionate, etc. Here are some examples:

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  • Highly persuasive, regardless of the actual content of the conversations. Everyone finds her opinions are just better than their own — even when they’re usually stubborn bastards. This is especially likely in an Author Tract.
  • Is either brave and cheerful (despite her pastnot unheard of in real life, but with Sues it tends to come across as Angst? What Angst?) — or unnecessarily mopey and depressed.
  • Friend to All Living Things. It’s becoming gradually less common as authors catch on to the Mary Sue Classicframework.
  • She loves everyone and forgives them all for their imperfections. Plus she is willing to save, protect or risk all for the sake of someone she has met just seconds ago.
  • Occasionally a complete asshole, especially when she’s supposed to be all of the above. Nobody will call her out on her abrasive, casually abusive behavior. Strong badass characters who would normally rip someone’s spleen out for squeezing the toothpaste from the wrong end, are instantly cowed and become meek, spineless Wangst factories as soon as she “puts them in their place.”
  • Full-on Jerk Sues will routinely be flippant, snide, and rude, yet will be treated as a charmingly sarcastic character. They will flout authority as a matter of course and never suffer the consequences. Even if said authority figure is known for a tough stance on disrespect, they will either gamely ignore the Sue’s challenge to their authority, or—worse still—praise her for her “cheekiness” or “boldness.”

Now that (Jerk Sue) applies more to Hayley:

Her “major flaws” will be stubbornness and a bad temper. These will only ever help her, never hurt her — because she’s always right, so whatever cause she dedicates herself to with such stubbornness will be a good cause, and whoever she loses her temper with will deserve it.

  • Sometimes they’ll mess her up once so she can learn an important lesson. And then they’ll help her for the rest of the story.
  • A character who’s described as being blunt to the point of rudeness or tactlessness will be praised for being “refreshingly honest” or for “telling it like it is.” Only the bad guys or other unsympathetic characters will ever say, “What a bitch.”
  • If she has any flaws intentionally written in by the creator, expect them to be Informed or not really flaws to begin with. Bonus points if they’re genuine flaws that would actually be pretty awesome were it not for their drawbacks (e.g. substance abuse, nymphomania, etc.), and of course the drawbacks will never be shown.

This one relates more to Elena when Julie Plec stated that Elena’s only flaw was that “she cared too much.”

Let’s move onto Skills:

I mean…..do I have to pull up the gifs:

BTW, in one of the gifs Hayley is pregnant and is picking fights with a vampire. Not to mention when she fought Mikael while she was 9 months pregnant. You couldn’t get more Mary Sue than that.

  • Skilled in a type of martial arts in a setting or with a backstory that doesn’t allow for it. Not regularly skilled either; she could kick the ass of the resident ninja of her choice.
  • And with all this — don’t expect the Green-Eyed Monster to show up. Envy appears in the Mary Sue’s life only as a means of angst, and so does not appear just because the Mary Sue has everything.
  • Alternately, anybody who does get jealous is a bitch and is wrong. This is typically a single other character and may be Die for Our Ship or for other reasons. (Caroline jealous of Elena in Season 1, Alicia jealous of Lana in Smallville)

  • Mary Sue always has excellent fashion sense. Even if she’s meant to be a rough-and-tumble Tomboy type who doesn’t care about that sort of thing, she will always look effortlessly beautiful and other characters, often males, will frequently talk about how they like that she isn’t as high maintenance as other girls (if she has a female rival they might mention her specifically).

If anything a Mary Sue typically has a fashion sense of a teenager throwing random things together, but she makes it look sexy or badass. Here are the receipts:

Let’s move onto Physical Appearance:

  • So Beautiful, It’s a Curse. While being attractive isn’t a qualifier of Mary Sue (who wants to be ugly?), it’s a bit excessive to try and play it as being some sort of disadvantage. Alternatively, she may only be Suetiful All Along. In an Anti-Sue, this is reversed into a hideous monster. Regardless, her astounding beauty (or astounding lack of it) will make her stand out from the crowd — or so we’re constantly being told.
  • No matter what she’s been through, Mary Sue will never look ugly. The worst she’ll ever be reduced to is Unkempt Beauty, and even if she is somehow injured and scarred or handicapped, the scar will always be a cool-looking, Bond villain-type scar that serves as more of a decoration than anything else. Plus, when she overcomes the handicap, she will be just as amazing as she was before getting injured (or better).
  • Likewise, if Mary Sue has a birthmark, it will be in a significant shape (heart, half moon, etc.) and never in a place that compromises her beauty. Expect the Mary Sue to think the birthmark makes her unattractive. This will be despite the fact that other characters insist that the birthmark makes her more attractive, especially in comparison to physically flawless characters. (Hayley’s Crescent Moon Birthmark)

Now onto Accessories:

  • Magic jewelry. It might be used as a Green Lantern Ring to justify her abilities. Bonus points if it glows.  (Elena’s vervain necklace created by a witch, Lana’s kryptonite necklace)

Now onto Canon Character Relationships:

Some Wish Fulfillment with a character you think is hot isn’t that bad. But a Mary Sue seems to grab their attention straight away. Even if they already have a stable love interest in canon, that relationship will be treated as either non-existent, or the couple will be split up in some way. (Elena and Stefan were retconned so Damon and Elena could happen, Gia and Elijah were completely ignored so Elijah could go back to pining after Hayley)

  • Bonus points if the love interest stands aside or sacrifices himself/herself so Mary Sue can be happy, or is twisted into a hateful person to justify Mary Sue breaking up the canon couple. (Stefan becoming a ripper/no humanity in Season 3 in order to breakup Stelena)
  • Turns out to be the offspring of a canon character. Made worse if that character would have been too young to have the Mary Sue, is gay/asexual, or perhaps is just physically incapable of it. For added Wangst, it’s the villain.
  • Even the characters who don’t have sex with her give her more heed than they normally would. Characters she likes can’t stop praising her positive traits. Characters she doesn’t like can’t stop making themselves look bad by insulting her. Even if she’s not physically present, that just means everyone can speak “freely” about her. In addition to the previous scenarios, at least one character will confess to being secretly be in love with her. There may be just “something special” about her, with no particular reason why anybody would think that. In the worst-case scenarios, they pay no heed to their own responsibilities or lives, only to Sue
  • .Bonus points: the disliked character behaving badly toward the Sue eventually sees the “error” of his/her ways and grows to love Sue as much as everyone else does.More bonus points: the bad behavior and treatment of the Sue by disliked characters is portrayed as jealousy.
  • Previously-established personalities change in reaction to her. Arrogant gimps may admire her for everything. Sweet, mild-mannered characters (that she and the author don’t like) insult and degrade her. A leader with responsibilities pays attention only to her. Young, reckless characters who would never settle down just yet will become totally reliable. Evil characters follow her around like a puppy or seem uncharacteristically obsessed with her. Extremely competent characters become stumbling buffoons who require her help to do anything. The characters in general just seem unnaturally focused on her, positive or negative.
  • She may have relationships of some kind with multiple major canon characters. For example, she’s the secret daughter of A who gave her up to be adopted by B’s parents, making her his sister, and she goes on to have a passionate affair with C, remaining friendly with him even though she goes on to marry D, and she’s E’s best friend, F’s closest advisor…and so on.

Mary Sues tend to have multiple love interest either currently or pre-season:

Lana and Whitney

Lana and Jason

Lana and Clark

Lana and Lex

Matt and Elena (pre-season, but Matt was still in love with Elena in Season 1)

Stefan and Elena

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Damon and Elena (Bleh!)

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Liam and Elena

Hayley and Klaus

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Hayley and Elijah

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Hayley and Jackson

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All of the men fawn over them.

Now onto Story Elements:

  • Mary Sue is always on the Spotlight-Stealing Squad. Without her, there would not be a story.
  • She’s The Chosen One. Even if the canon hero is already The Chosen One, she either ‘shares’ the position or just steals it away from them.
  • Sympathetic Sue has an unusually Dark and Troubled Past to excess, but other subtypes often have them too, just to emphasize how brave and special she is to live through it. This past is never really a point in the story, just dropped casually into the conversation to get attention. Alternatively it’s written badly owing to not doing much research. How much she Wangsts about it is usually out of proportion with how bad it really is. (Elena and Lana)
  • Redeems the villain through her overwhelming goodness. Might be through Redemption Equals Sex (bonus points if it leads into IKEA Erotica). Even more bonus points if the story decides to mention that this is her loss of virginity. Yet more bonus points if the villain comments on how awesome she is in bed despite said virginity. (Elena and Damon, Hayley being the incubator for Klaus’s redemption) 
  • Is a princess. Everything’s Better with Princesses, after all. Bonus points if she grew up as a peasant (or equivalent social class) and only just discovered this during the story. Of course, in any case, it will be a position of high opulence and little actual responsibility. (Obviously Hayley)
  • Perform a Heroic Sacrifice as a way to prove that she’s Too Good for This Sinful Earth. Bonus points if the story goes out of the way to ensure she doesn’t leave an ugly corpse (whether it be by a method that doesn’t involve external physical damage or by her body not being recovered). More bonus points if it turns out to be a Disney Death. (Elena in Season 2)
  • She will often have a tragic family life. Coming from an abusive background is quite common. Her mother is often either dead or a Wicked Stepmother. In the latter case, she will most likely be in Cinderella Circumstances. Her father is frequently an Overprotective Dad (or in some cases, a Wicked Stepfather). Orphans are also very common, as is Parental Abandonment. (Elena is adopted by her Aunt and Uncle, her biological parents are assholes who want to kill the Salvatore brothers. They eventually end up dead. Lana’s parents die from meteor crash, and it turns out that she is adopted. Hayley’s biological parents are killed by Jackson’s grandfather as a result of a civil war in the Crescent Pack. Her adopted parents kicked her out at 13 when she transformed into a werewolf in front of them)
  • She will often suffer from Special Snowflake Syndrome, having some trait or backstory that sets her apart from her race. 

Now onto Presentation:

  • In visual media, the camera just can’t stop staring at her. Every angle is seen several times and her every action gets a heavy emphasis with close-up shots galore. Other characters don’t get to be in the frame alone if it can be helped.
  • When the character is off-screen, if ever, the other characters are still talking about her, taking it as a chance to speak “honestly” about the new girl. If they like her, they sing her praises; if not, their dislike will be taken as jealousy, as her “haters” will only talk about petty issues (Sue’s background, perceived promiscuity, etc.), and not genuine gripes (massive attention whoring, for starters).
  • She’s the vanishing point - everything revolves around her.

Reading these tropes I can honestly say that Hayley, Elena, and Lana are the poster children of these tropes. Reading all of these tropes I couldn’t help but think about how all 3 of them fit them so well. And that is honestly sad because writers write these characters as if they’re badass, awesome, compassionate, strong, and just want to be loved, and is what girls should look up to. When in reality that is not the case, Mary Sues are misogynistic, anti-feminist, self-insert characters. They are what writers imagine themselves to be, and place themselves into the story making up this character that is so perfect and badass, but has a tragic past. Mary Sues are what girls fantasize what they want to be in their favorite TV shows or movies, and they completely ruin the story. Mary Sues are the reason why people can’t stand watching a certain TV shows at times because they take up all the screen time and everything has to be about them. People say things like “Oh, but she’s the main character so it has to be about her.” when in reality that’s not how being a protagonist works. Yes they are the key center to the story, but you know what makes a good TV show is when they focus on the side characters or the supporting characters. For example True Blood, even though everything was supposed to be about Sookie the show still payed attention to the side characters and as a result people had a reason to sit through Sookie’s bullshit. Because the side characters had the same amount of screen time as her, and at times the show didn’t bring up Sookie at times. You would think she was a side character because the side characters got more attention than her, but nope she wasn’t. Being a protagonist is one thing, a protagonist is key central to the story but they still are no the center of attention or a Mary Sue, but being a Mary Sue is a completely different thing. Being a Mary Sue means you are bland, dull, lifeless. You are so perfect you have all of the guys fawning over you, and you can be a damsel in distress at times but then you become a badass bitch. You have some sort of supernatural lineage, and all of the girls that trash talk you are just jealous and want what you have. Everything revolves around you!

And the CW doesn’t seem to get the message that others are getting…

PEOPLE HATE YOUR FUCKING MARY SUES! THEY RUIN YOUR TV SHOWS!

Heartbreak Girl-Calum Hood Smut

 Rating: R

 Warning: smut and swearing

Note: Hey I’ve been working on this one for a while and I realized it’s a lot like my other Calum one but I like this one more because it has more detail. Anyways I’m gonna post my first request for an Ashton one hopefully this weekend. :)

You scooped another large spoon of ice cream in you mouth as you sat with your legs propped up on Calum’s lap. “I mean,” you paused to swallow the ice cream, “I don’t get it. He sleeps with another fucking slut and blames it on me and demands that we go on a break. What the fuck is wrong with guys? I’m done with them. They are stupid and mean and they have cooties,” you let another tear fall as you turned your attention back on the show that you were watching.

“Come on, (Y/n), not all guys are bad,” Calum rolled his eyes at your over exaggeration.

 "Well you’re nice. Your friends are as well but…I don’t know. All the guys I fall for are just fucking assholes. Literally,” you sighed.

He groaned and stood up suddenly, causing your feet to get pushed forward. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, “Calum, what the hell?” you asked in bewilderment.

He looked like he was contemplating saying something but your urged him to talk. “Come on Cal, we’ve been best friends since middle school, you can tell me anything-”

“That’s just it!” he yelled, pointing a finger at you. “We have been best friends since we met in sixth grade but since then all you’ve done is prance around and bring all of your asshole boyfriends in and out of the apartment. They all hurt you, (Y/n). All of them. And I tell you every time to be careful but you brush it off and tell me that you think he might be ‘the one’.” Calum started pacing then, a look of hurt and determination across his face.

“And I sit here and just watch the girl I am so fucking in love with cry after every guy breaks up with her and it shreds my heart because I can not describe how much I love you.”

“Cal-” you tried but he shushed you.

A bitter laugh escapes his lips, “And you know what I notice about each guy that saunters in here for the first time? His eyes aren’t even on yours. They’re on your fucking ass or your boobs the whole fucking time. (Y/n), I’d never do that to you. You mean everything to me and it sucks when you bring guys in who don’t even appreciate the things you do. Like the way you poke your tongue out of your mouth when your concentrating or how much you love chocolate fudge brownie ice cream or how great your voice is when you sing but you’re too shy to sing so I can only hear it when you’re showering.

“There aren’t enough god damn words to describe how I feel about you. Fuck it, if you bring another guy in this fucking apartment one more god damn time, I’m going to lose it.” And with that, he stormed into his room and slammed the door.

You groaned in frustration and ran your hand through your hair. After his long speech, everything seemed clear to you. Every time you brought a guy home it always puzzled you why Calum always remained silent with a pissed off facial expression. He never even tried to talk to any of your boyfriends because he was jealous.

Grief washed over you and you dropped your head into your hands. With his newfound confession playing over in your head, for the first time you started thinking about how Calum looked. He wasn’t unattractive by any means but being best friends for years had blinded you from that. You also started thinking about his body, tall and built from when he works out every now and then.

It felt weird thinking of the guy you always thought of as your best friend like this, but you suddenly had an itch to feel his body against yours. You felt like you needed his touch.

A rush of courage swept through you and you slowly knocked on his door. “Go away,” a voice mumbled from the other side of the door.

Ignoring his request you opened the door anyways and you were met with a bare chested Calum who was seemingly changing into his pajamas. He cringed when you walked in and took a hesitant step towards you, “(Y/n), I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that and I don’t wanna mess up what we already have-wait what are you doing?”

You took a couple steps until you were almost touching his chest with yours. You brought your hand to his cheek and guided him downward so that his lips were inches away from you. For you, it felt like seconds had passed, but for him it felt like centuries until you firmly pressed your lips against his.

He groaned loudly and immediately responded by wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you closer so there was no space between the two of you. He bit your bottom lip and pulled it slightly erupting a moan from your lips.

Swiftly, you brought your hand down and started rubbing him through his sweatpants. He froze his lips and opened his mouth to release uneven pants. “Fuck, you don’t have to-”

“But I want to,” you responded.

Hesitantly you reached into his sweat pants and pulled out his hot member. You grasped him in your hand and slowly started pumping. “(Y/n), fuck!” he threw his head back.

Slowly, you started trailing kisses down the base of his throat, leaving hickies in your wake until your lips rested right above the band of his sweatpants.

You pulled them down slowly and Calum released a breath when his member was freed from the confining pants. He looked bigger and wider than any of the guys you had been with before which only made you want him more. Before he could say anything, you licked a long stripe up the underside of his dick.

He moaned loudly and grabbed your hair to form it into a makeshift ponytail. Your lips latched around his tip and you sucked greedily, “This must be a d-dream,” he whimpered.

You lowered your mouth further and fit half of his thick cock in your mouth before humming in response causing him to jerk his hips forward. From his unexpected jerk of the hips, his tip touched the back of your throat, causing you to gag. “Fuck! I’m sorry but that felt so good,” he moaned, as you placed him in your mouth again. Just as you reached for his balls he pulled you back. “Please. I won’t last if you keep doing that. I need to be inside you so bad.”

Nodding, you stood up and pulled your sweatshirt over your head to reveal your bare chest. “Oh my god, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered before cupping one of your breasts in is hand and the other when into his mouth. You moaned instantly and dug your fingers in his hair.

He flicked your now hardened bud with his tongue and pinched your other one with his fingers. “Calum, please. I’m so wet.”

With that he looked up from his assault on your breasts and looked you straight in the eyes. His eyes were clouded with lust but also appeared sympathetic. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to after what I said earlier.”

You nodded, “I want this, Calum. I want us.”

With that he lightly tossed you on the bed and crawled over you. “Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled before going in to place his lips on yours again.

You disconnected the kiss briefly to dig through his bedside table drawer where you knew he kept his condoms and you pulled one out. Once tearing the packet with your teeth, you pumped him a couple of times before rolling the condom on his length.

A strangled moan left his lips and he bucked his hips into your hand. He pulled you into another kiss and slid his hand between the two of you, “Are you ready?” he asked.

You only nodded in response which gave him permission to line his cock up and inch his way into you. Merely half way in you moaned loudly, scratching your nails down his back, “Fuck! Calum you’re so big,” your back arched into his and he restrained himself from moaning at the feeling your bare chest against his.

He finally slid all the way in and he paused momentarily to let you adjust before rocking his hips into yours. Breathing deeply, he lowered his head to the crook of your neck and scattered kisses along your collarbone. “You’re so tight,” he grunted.

Unlike any sex you had previously, Calum didn’t roughly slam into you, it seemed as if he was expressing his true feelings towards you through his long, slow thrusts. You hand’t been fucked like this before, because, in fact, he wasn’t hungrily fucking you, he was making love to you as cheesy as it sounded.

With each deep thrust you chanted Calum’s name. When he lifted your leg to wrap around his waist you screamed when he hit your g-spot, making you clench tightly around him.

A strangled groan left his lips, “Oh my god do that again please,” he begged, looking down to see your bodies meet.

You did as he requested and his grunted again. The noises that emitted from his lips make a pit build in your stomach which, with each thrust grew tighter and tighter until you felt as if you were just about to release. “Calum, I’m going to cum,” you whimpered as he brought his thumb down to lazily rub your clit.

“Me too,” he responded right before you screamed and let the bubble inside your your stomach explode and pure ecstasy flooded your veins. Just as you came down from your high, Calum stilled inside of you and his face contorted in pleasure. 

“Fuck!” he chanted, releasing into the condom. Once he milked out his high he slowly pulled out of you and laid down next to you. “I meant what I said before, (Y/n). I do really love you and it’s that kind of love that-”

“Enough deep conversations about lovey dovey shit Cal,” you teased. “I love you too you shithead,” you smiled, resting your head on his chest.

“Just let me finish-wait what?” he chest stiffened but soon relaxed. “You do?” All you did to respond was nod your head and even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was smiling.

Just before you fell asleep you felt a light kiss being pressed to the top of your head. “I love you (Y/N).”

The Moments In-Between

Summary: Ryan is hopelessly in love with Gavin. It just takes 500 years to get together - literally.

Prompt: 3 times Ryan and Gavin had to pretend to dance, and 1 time they did it of their own accord. (Immortal FAHC AU)

For @kahnah23, thank you so much for all your kindness and support! <3

AO3

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“Relax,” Gavin whispered. “You look suspicious as hell.”

Ryan grimaced, shifting uncomfortably as he pulled at the grotesquely ruffled collar of his jacket. He felt uncomfortable in these stiff silk robes, and horribly out of place among all these noblemen.

“I am suspicious,” he hissed back. “One look at me and they can all tell-”

“No, they can’t,” Gavin cut in. “Confidence, Ryan. Confidence is the greatest disguise of all.”

“I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Thieves usually aren’t,” Gavin replied, and smirked so wickedly that after a moment Ryan couldn’t help but smile a little, too.

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Timing is Everything; Ashton Irwin Imagine

HELLO! This is an Ashton Irwin Imagine! If you want to see more of Ashton Imagines on my blog, please let me know in my Ask box! Drop me ideas and what not! I would love to make your imagine dreams come true :-) 

One more thing!!! Thank you for being so patient with me. I hope this makes up for my absence, at least a tiny bit!

Enjoy!!! 

Rating: None

Warnings: None

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2:30 in the morning. You’re in your room sketching out the little details of his face. The details that surely no one else notices, but you do. The way his long hair frames his face, the way his forehead wrinkles when he’s trying to think of the next line to his song that he won’t let me read, the way his smile lines are almost always there. He doesn’t know how much you observe him, better yet, how much you adore him.


2:45 in the morning. You hear him pull up, the low hum of his engine giving him away. He doesn’t even have to let you know that it’s him. Your parents have been best friends since you were born, always having family game nights, which would turn into too much wine for the parents and family sleepovers. You and Ashton would have to stay in the living room, where the two of you would stay up for hours talking and giggling about whatever 8 year olds find funny. You pull the curtains back and see him already staring up at you, a grin as wide as the Grand Canyon on his face causing your heart to instantly speed up. You give him a sign saying that you’ll be down in a second and turn to throw on more decent clothes, that being one of his old green day shirts that you had to beg him for, that’s really more of a dress on you.


3:00 in the morning. You’re in his car, driving to who knows where and he hasn’t said much of anything other than a quick hey when he opened the door for you. Sometimes he does this. When he needs an escape, he’ll just show up at your house and take you. He’ll take you far away from where anyone can find you guys, and just stare. At the stars, at each other, wherever your eyes can wonder. The world is far too big for us to understand but somehow when you’re next to him, You seem to understand it all.


3:30 in the morning. The world stands still. You’re sitting on the hood of his car, and he brought his guitar for a change. He’s playing whatever comes to his head and you’re captivated by him. This is when he’s most beautiful, with the moonlight hitting him in all the right places. As he continues to play on the guitar you’re hit with an overwhelming sense of love. You look at him and tears gather in your eyes. The two of you have always been a team. Where one goes, the other follows, up until recently. He’s been keeping his distance. You started dating this guy from school and Ashton backed off. You really only dated him because you were trying to occupy your mind on someone else besides Ashton. You don’t want to ruin what you two have. But it’s almost as if your relationship with Mitch did just that. This is the first time you two have been together in a week and you can tell he’s upset about something. 

 
“Ash,” You wonder aloud. "Yeah?” he responds, while still letting his fingers dance across the strings. 

“Are you mad at me?” You don’t look at his face when you ask, his facial expressions often speaking louder than words. But you know that he’s looking at you because he stopped playing. 

“And why would you think that?” He puts the guitar down and hops off the hood. Distance. He’s putting distance between himself and you. 

“I don’t know,” you mumble under your breath “we just haven’t seen each other in almost a week.” Ashton takes in your words and turns around, his back to you for what felt like forever. 

“Does he make you happy?” he dead pans. Now it’s your turn to act shocked. 

“Mitch? Does Mitch make me happy?” You look at him now and he’s staring right at you with his arms crossed. Despite his defensive body language his face looks defeated, like he’s lost a battle he never thought he would. 

“I don’t know. I mean, I guess.” You shrug, which causes him to laugh. But not his normal, full of life laugh, it’s a low, empty laugh. 

“Why are you wasting your time then?” he asks. You can’t answer that. The thought alone is enough to turn your stomach. The silence is hanging in the air like a dense cloud. Finally Ashton breaks the tension. 

“Does he make your breath hitch when he’s near?” he takes a step towards you, and you stay silent in your spot on the hood. 

“Does he make your face light up when he shows up to pick you up?” He takes another step forward. You can’t look at him, your skin is on fire. 

“Do you think I don’t notice? How you react to me?” He sounds almost offended. 

“Do you think I really care that you took my shirt? It was so fun for me, watching you beg for this.” He’s close enough to grab the hem of the shirt you’re wearing. You finally look up and meet his eyes that look as though they’re looking into your soul. 

“To answer your question, no. I am not mad at you. I’m mad at myself” He reaches out and gently pushes your hair behind my ears. Even when he’s angry, he still takes the utmost care of you. The skin on skin contact was way too much for your erratic beating heart. 

The air has changed now. It was light and cool, and now it’s hot, and thick. Instead of giving you a chance to answer he takes a final step forward and pulls you closer to him, standing in between your legs.

“I’m mad at myself for never telling you how I feel about you. For never telling you how I write dozens of songs for you, about how I hardly sleep because I want you there with me, how I wanted to beat the shit out of Mitch for standing you up on one of your first dates.” You reach out and put my hand on his neck. I can feel his throat tighten and his pulse racing, almost as fast as yours. 

“Ash..” You can’t find the words to describe how you feel. You pull him to your chest and become a tangled mess of heavy breathing and sky rocketed pulses. It’s electric. His lips on yours, his tongue running across your bottom lip, his hands on your thighs. It’s everything you’ve dreamt of.

He finally pulls away after what feels like forever, and rests his forehead on mine. Neither of you say anything. The labored breathing is doing the talking. 

“Wow, I really am mad at myself for never doing that before” He chuckles. 

“I guess I don’t have to explain myself, it seems like you already know how I feel.” He shrugs. “You’re an open book. Not hard to read.” You break eye contact. 

“I love you” He says, the words lingering in the air between the two of you. “God I love you, so much that it physically hurts me.” Your heard stops beating, you’re sure of it. 

You take in his words. They’re everything you’ve been wanting to hear and more. 

“I love you too. More than I can ever say Ashton. I love you to the ends of the world. I have always loved you and I always will.” Your smile cracks, you’re sure that it can’t get much bigger. 

“There it is, the smile that rules my world.” He reaches out and pulls you closer to him, and once again we’re a tangled mess.

5:30 in the morning. The time your life changed for ever. The time when you whispered I love you over and over as your lips never left his neck. Skin to skin. The time when all the stars aligned and the world was at peace. The time the sun began to peak over the mountains and cast a orangey-pink glow on your cheeks and his bare shoulders. The time the two of you woke up and realized how much love you had to give the other. The time you felt alive, the time you felt safe, and the time you felt at home.

Making the Grade - Ch. 2

A/N: Thank you all so much for your patience.  I’m so sorry this took so long!  This wouldn’t be possible without the support from my friends and readers.  I truly appreciate you guys!


Chapter 1

“Wait wait.  Here comes Lou - tell him what she said when you asked for her number.”  Harry’s laughter peals across the corner of the lacquered bar where Niall’s leaning with his head in his hands.  “Christ Harry, ya think you could keep your voice down to a dull roar?”  Niall can feel his cheeks burning hot with shame.  The entire debacle has been running through his head on a constant loop since the afternoon.  After Poppy had stormed out of his classroom, Niall was left standing at his desk, his mouth hanging open and his arms hanging uselessly at his sides.  For a brief moment he considered running after her, but what would he say?  “Hey, just so you know, I wasn’t hitting on you?”  Niall may have terrible luck with women, but he wasn’t a complete idiot.  Even he knew that wasn’t the way into a pretty girl’s good graces.  So, instead, he sank down into the hard plastic chair, took a deep breath, and shoved all his papers into his worn leather messenger bag.  By the time he’d made it to the pub to meet Harry, Niall’s mood hadn’t improved.  He’s skulked into the bar, heaving himself onto the stool next to Harry’s and waved Louis down for a pint and a shot of Jameson.  Harry had coaxed the entire story from Niall and was now forcing him to repeat it to the bartender for his own sadistic pleasure.  

Louis sidled up to the bar, flipping a bar towel over his shoulder.  They’d made friends with Louis almost immediately, deciding that his caustic attitude and relentless sarcasm could be tolerated because of their shared love of football and collective homesickness for the UK. “Ok Harold, you’ve made your point.  Spill it, Nialler.”  Louis was working on his Masters in psychology, a degree that came in handy more often than not working as a bartender.  With a deep sigh and a tug on his fringe for good measure, Niall reluctantly filled in his friend.

“I kinda accidentally asked out one of my students this afternoon.  Got me ass handed to me in the process.”  Niall raised his eyebrows and took another swig of his pint.  “Gotta be honest, she was fuckin’ terrifying.”  Slumping against the bar in defeat, Niall stared at the drops of condensation rolling down his glass.  

“I’m sorry, did you say you ‘accidentally’ asked out a student, Neil?”  Louis was staring incredulously at Niall, a wicked cackle starting to bubble up from his slight frame.  “How do you accidentally ask someone out?  I mean, logistically, how does it happen?”  Louis and Harry were shaking with laughter as Niall sat back and glared at both of them.

“For your information, Lewis, I wasn’t trying to ask her out.  It was a complete misunderstanding.”  Harry slapped Niall’s shoulder, shaking him slightly in his seat.  “Happens to the best of us, right Lou?”  Harry looked pointedly at Louis, nudging his chin in Niall’s direction.  Louis got the hint, and  piped up quickly.  “Sure Ni, sure.  I mean, can’t win em all can ya?”

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Jason Todd: Family and Fiancé

Imagine having a family dinner with the Batfam and they’re more than surprised to find out you’re Jason’s fiancé.

Warnings: Swearing

Prompt: “Where Jason shows up to the manor for family dinner with a girl and it’s the batfams first time meeting her and it turns out she’s Jason’s fiancé and they’d been dating for years but no one knew”

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Today was the day, the night that could potentially scar you for life according to Jason Todd. Meeting his family for dinner was definitely a nerve wracking situation that you’d both avoided for as long as possible but Jason had decided seeing them was inevitable, so fully equipped with exciting news the two of you found yourselves standing in front of the exquisite entrance to Wayne Manor.
Seconds later, the door was opened and you were greeted by none other than Alfred.
“Ah Master Jason, Miss (y/n) I’m glad you could make it. Please come in.” The butler politely welcomed with a smile.
“Is that Jaybird?” An unfamiliar voice echoed from behind the butler.

“Jaybird?” You repeated to Jason, who stood beside you and he easily detected the mischief in your tone.
“Uh yeah, a nickname of mine around here.”
“Oh I’m definitely remembering that one!” Came your upbeat voice, clearly pleased with your new discovery.
The stranger that soon came in view turned out to be a raven haired male, slightly shorter than Jason but he wore a charming smile.
“Woah, I’m Dick Grayson - and you’re (y/n) was it? Such a beautiful name.” The stranger addressed cheerfully, he was good looking -you’d give him that.
With that he gently kissed your left hand, expression faltering for a second. Before you could even react Jason had basically tackled him, a string of curse words leaving his lips based on his brother’s previous action - of course they were only messing around. You didn’t question when Jason went chasing after his brother since he could get a little hot headed sometimes, this left you with none other than Damian Wayne and Alfred, the former you’d recognised from the newspapers.

“Are you Jason’s significant other?” The boy asked, straight to the point just as Jason had described.
“That I am, and you’re Damian Wayne if I’m not mistaken. Pleased to meet you, my name is (y/n) (l/n).” Was your casual response, offering a hand as a greeting.
Damian had a surprisingly firm handshake but you expected nothing less from the son of Bruce Wayne who you had yet to meet.
“Well I respect you for being able to put up with Todd for so long (l/n). Would you like me to show you to the lounge to meet the others whilst Pennyworth prepares our meal?” Damian asked, of course making sure to insult his brother in the process.
“Please, that’d be great considering Jason had just disappeared on me.” You replied gratefully, allowing the boy to lead you through his home.
“That’s a common trait in our family, trust me.” Damian muttered, his tone as emotionless as ever.

Meanwhile, Dick had managed to get Jason wrapped up in a family discussion concerning the ring you wore on you left hand, a ring that suggested you were either married or engaged. The family had seemed bewildered once Dick told them after bursting into the room, Jason following with a bored expression that only morphed into a glare once Dick opened his mouth. Unfortunately he was unable to get a word in once the whole Batfam had insinuated you were cheating on your partner because the idea of Jason proposing never once crossed their minds - this was the first time they’d even met you, Jason would introduce his partner to them beforehand. Jason and yourself obviously knew different.

“Jason! She’s a married woman, she’s cheating on someone - that’s not a good thing.” Bruce sternly voiced, deciding against beating around the bush.
“Ok, first off she’s not married - (y/n) is engaged and secondly -” Jason tried, a feeble attempt at explaining your situation before he was interrupted.
“Right because being engaged makes it that much better? Jason how could you bring (y/n) along knowing about this?” Bruce groaned, fully aware of how irrational his son could be at times.
“Wow Bruce. As funny as this is, I’m gonna have to put a stop to it. I know (y/n) is engaged since we’ve been together for years and I brought her along because I love her and wanted you to meet her.” Your fiancé began for a second time.
Years?! Oh boy, that’s great but I bet (y/n) says ‘I love you’ to her fiancé every night and look where we are now.” Tim concluded, gesturing with hands to emphasise his point.
“They’re right, I do say that actually.” Came your calm tone as you made your presence to the minor dispute well known, you came to a stop beside Jason. Damian letting out a sigh due to his families antics.

“(Y/n)…” Cassandra mindfully acknowledged in the midst of the chaos, holding out her hand as a from of greeting, she’d yet to meet you so why not now.
“Are you two sure about this? I get that you’re happy but it’s not fair on her fiancé.” The eldest brother, Dick, continued after your attention was momentarily distracted.
“I’m pretty sure he’s ok with it to be honest.” You grinned, a hint of sarcasm laced your voice as you looked to Jason for reassurance.
“What?! You’re engaged and he’s alright with this?” Tim practically squeaked whilst frantically gesturing between yourself and Jason.
“For fucks sake! (Y/n) is engaged to me.”

The whole room fell silent as they took in the new information in an awestruck fashion, it would be an understatement to say they were shocked - Jason was the last person they’d expect to get engaged.
Dick was the first to break the silence as he broke out into sparkling grin to engulf you both in an enthusiastic hug.
“Congratulations! That’s great Jay, I’m so happy for you both and sorry for uh - you know - jumping to conclusions but it’s really nice to meet you (y/n), good job at keeping Jaybird here in check!” Dick praised, excitement ringing through his voice after the genuine apology whilst the others still remained in a state of confusion.
“How come we’ve never met (y/n) before, you could’ve at least introduced us Jason.” Tim complained as he shook your hand, giving you a brief smile before turning his attention back to his brother.
“Can you blame me? I didn’t want to scare (y/n) away, especially with Demon Spawn over there.” Jason muttered, sending a glare to the youngest who was basically analysing you at this point until he heard the unoriginal insult thrown at him.

With a light nudge from yourself, you’d gained your fiancé’s attention as well as that of his family, you were new and none of them knew you as a person yet making everything you did stand out in some way.
“Back off Jay, Damian has been nothing but polite this evening and besides they couldn’t scare me away after all the shit you and I have been through.” You defended the youngest of the family with ease, despite knowing exactly what he was capable of.
“(Y/n) whose side are you on? Remember who you’re marrying here.” Your fiancé cut in, his tone holding a hint of amusement, Damian simply smirked.
“Well Jaybird, according to your family it’s not you.” Your response was half hearted, receiving a laugh from Jason and a few of the other family members but of course they felt a pang of guilt zip through them.

Though you were joking, the rest of the family had realised their mistake and started to feel responsible, except Damian who had miraculously taken a liking to you in recent minutes.
“I would like to apologise for jumping to conclusions (y/n), it’d be best to start afresh so it’s nice to finally meet you. And congratulations of course.” Bruce started, offering you his hand, his statement was soon followed by a string of apologies from your future in-laws.
“Don’t worry about it, I suppose it’ll be a great story to tell the kids -” You cheerfully responded, before you were cut off that is.
“Oh my god! Don’t tell me you guys have children - that’s so cute! I’m basically an auntie!” Came the joyful voice of Stephanie, Bruce’s face significantly paling whilst Dicks in contrast completely lit up at the news.
No, we don’t have children, (y/n) is not pregnant - it was just a figure of speech, now please can we go and eat?!” Jason exasperatedly groaned, putting an end to his family’s assumptions.

Soon you were all seated at the dinner table, a delicious looking meal prepared by Alfred set in front of you, casual conversation filled the air with members of the family shooting questions at both you and Jason every so often regarding your relationship.
“How has your fiancé, Master Jason been treating you Miss (y/n)?” The butler kindly inquired whilst pouring you a beverage.
“Eh, he’s actually amazing Alfred, you clearly rubbed off on him.” You replied, earning a smile from the elderly man as the table suddenly became silent.

“Wait - you told Alfred and not us?” Dick stammered, realising that Alfred wasn’t in the room previously where this matter was discussed so would of been oblivious to the situation plus he knew you by name before you’d even introduced yourself.
Duh.” Jason smugly answered, relishing in the families astonishment and displeasure.

I’m Only Saying Because I Love You (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Summary: Anon Request : Can you write a Jim one where the reader is a total badass and is a doctor and she helps him fight and then patches him up? Best friends to lovers too if you can! Thank you :)

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence.

a/n: I hope this lives up to the request! I really enjoyed writing this one, I love the whole friends to lovers trope so I hope this fires up the ol’ imagination.

Words: 1,527


“I told you Alan was a jerk.” Jim said so only you could hear.

“You tell me everyone I date is a jerk.” You replied, stepping over a fallen branch.

“Yeah, well I’m normally right,” Jim shrugged, “and Alan is the biggest jerk of them all.” He jumped down a small drop and caught you as you followed suit.

You sighed and continued to walk through the forest on the planet you had been beamed onto. It was a routine survey of a planet, and being one of Doctor McCoy’s most trusted Doctors, you had been sent just in case. It was hot, and humid, and green. Never ending green. Mr Spock had warned the landing party that the slight difference in the atmosphere between here and earth could cause the beings on it to be a big larger. That was all you needed. To be hot and sweaty and to have a spider as big as a car jump on you.

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I’m Not Really the Best - (Poly!DemoReps x Reader) Part 1

WARNING: Cursing, Fights, LOTS of Fights, Injuries.

A/N: I am finally done with part one. (s/o) btw is also you but in a different perspective (you are your own best friend :DDDDDDD), I might create a poly!hamilsquad x reader once I’m done with this. ALSO BIG SHOUT OUT TO @boss-headcanons for giving me hcs about what the demo reps would order in McDonald’s and for reading the rough drafts I sent them. They are really nice <3 <3 <3


Thomas, Madison, and Burr held hands while they walked towards the food court. Burr in the middle, Maidson on his left and Jefferson on his right. They decided to get something to eat after a long day of shopping. Thomas being Thomas brought along a chaperone to carry the bags who probably went back to put them all in the car. Of course, Madison told him that it wasn’t necessary but he was more stubborn than him so James just sighed and just went along with it.

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