i just wanted to edit his face again ok leave me alone


Ok so, I’ve spent all the easter festivities reading fanfiction, especially Yuri On Ice’s! ( ´ ♡ ` )

So I thought “What about giving credits to these AMAZING works of art and write a little recommendation post on tumblr?”

Because of the enormous amount of ff I decided to divide them in categories: the first part will be about 


So if you doesn’t feel comfortable about mpreg, and AOB dynamics pass this post! And  always read the warnings before the ff (ι´Д`)ノ! Some of them will analyse sensitive theme that can offend or triggers someone!  


Originally posted by asparagusoup

All eyes on me by Kizuna_Auri  

(Ongoing) Vikuuri

Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria. Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) OK THIS FF IS AMAZING, I didn’t know I needed a CamBoy + AOB ff until I read it! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
There is a lot of Smut, really! But even a lot of feelings and cute dorks, they really are obscene and cute at the same time. Totally recommended!

Seventh Heaven (The Lion and the Eagle) by NinjaMatty

(Ongoing) Viktuuri

The war is over. Katsuki Yuuri just wants to go home and forget about it all. But his heroics brought him the unwanted attention of the Emperor of his nation. As a thanks for his bravery, he is gifted an Omega barbarian. He tries to be positive about it, but the present ends up being a poisoned gift indeed. Is keeping Viktor worth the trouble?

I LOVE IT. Really, this mixed a Royalty/war Au with the Omegaverse dynamics without be boring and repetitive!

Panta Rhei by Kashoku

(Ongoing) Viktuuri

This was a mistake. Viktor needed to somehow pry Yuuri off of him and leave the room immediately. Viktor was drunk, and Yuuri was so far beyond gone that there wasn’t even a word for it. But the alpha in Viktor was having an incredibly difficult time resisting the pungent scent of cherry blossoms and ocean that filled his nose. Viktor snapped.

They had been reckless.

Totally recommended! It’s full of Drama and cuteness at the same time!

Originally posted by thranduilings

You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV

(Ongoing) Viktuuri

Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.

Ok this fanfiction doesn’t need to be recommended because EVERYONE knows it. And actually it’s one of my favourite at all!!

Shared Gravity by PhoenixWaller 

(Ongoing) Viktuuri

Yuri Katsuki doesn’t advertise his alpha status, in fact he’d rather it be relatively unknown. He feels that he’s never fit the stereotype, and is much happier blending into the background. However, much to his dismay, his alpha instincts are awakened one summer morning. 

At first he’s angry, believing that his new coach, Victor Nikiforov, has brought back an omega in heat for a day of passion. But when he intrudes to order the couple to a safer location he learns the truth. Victor, the most decorated male figure skater ever, has his own secret. From there an inexplicable gravity grows between them, their shared secrets pulling them together in ways that both learn to cherish.

Well this fanfiction is very particular and emotional! I’m really enjoying it.

Someday by Heyitsrah

(Almost Completed) Viktuuri / Otayuri

A now-retired Victor and Yuri suffer the loss of their first baby when Yuri miscarries, and when the time comes for them to try again, they learn that patience really is a virtue.

The best things in life do not come easily.

This is fuckin emotional guys, It’s just that is a very sensitive theme and it totally breaks my heart  

Originally posted by ffsillkms

My Sanctuary 

(Ongoing) Viktuuri

Omegas are rare… like super rare… Male omegas, even more so. Yuuri is one. How is he going to tell Victor? 

Love it… Oh, a lot of shit is going to happen here, embrace yourself!!! 

Not your usual love story by arcsinx

(Ongoing) Otayuri

Baranovskaya’s new face, Yuri Plisetsky (22), who shot in Venice for Vogue’s last edition, was seen accompanied by Otabek Altin (25) as they left a coffeeshop in St Petersburg yesterday. The DJ and voted 2017’s hottest musician, Altin was in the city to compose for Victor Nikiforov’s (30) new movie production. The couple met at the Paris Fashion Week after-party(image) and have been appointed to be secretly dating ever since. An intimate friend claims Altin to be completely besotted with the Russian beauty, having even gifted him a $35,000 diamond collar necklace!

For every Otayuri shippers, this is beautiful!

Originally posted by rirens

Not Alone by DazzledGhosts

(Ongoing) Viktuuri

Katsuki Yuuri has been training alongside Victor in St. Petersburg for a while. He has been so careful for no one to know that he’s an omega. But while skating one day, Victor notices something different. What’s that smell coming from Yuuri’s neck? Without realizing it, he finds a scent suppressant patch on Yuuri’s neck and curiosity wins the better of him. He tugs and is hit directly with that smell of cardamom and honeysuckle.

Victor’s never experienced a such a rut before. And all he knows is that he only wants Yuuri. Not because he’s an omega, but because Yuuri is…. well, is Yuuri. And the Russian refuses to hurt him. To the point where he will bite and hurt himself in the place of marking the other unwillingly. But of course the younger skater is unaware to Victor’s affections.

Unaware to the desperate need and love of Victor Nikiforov.

If you like how dynamics works, this is the fanfiction for you!!!

For now that’s all!

Originally posted by kinbari14

 I really enjoyed reading these ff and I want to share them with you all. These fanfictions update really fast and are really amazing! (≧ω≦)

Let me know if you have read them yet or if you’re going to enjoy them!

´ ▽ ` )ノ  Lia  

Illusion Part One (Lance Tucker x Reader)

Prompts/ Summaries: You are a 20 year old gymnast, who is training for her next, and probably last Olympic Game. Although you have won gold every year since you were 16, you mother and her husband Mark were never proud of you. She wanted you to be a rich lawyer like Mark, or a socialite like she was. Your mother insists you come to her annual charity event with a boyfriend, which you don’t have, but despite being a complete dick 100% of the time, Lance volunteers to pretend to be your boyfriend for your parents. What will happen? (I mean come on now y’all, we ALL know what happens in every situation like this, but like we still read them?)

Warnings: There are none yet, but eventually there will be smut? So warning is, LANCE TUCKER JUST BEING A SEX GOD 100% OF THE TIME BECAUSE BITCH THAT’S A WARNING ON ITS OWN <3






Part One

“Keep it tight or you’ll never hit the landing on dismount. You never get it right, and honestly how you took the gold last year is beyond me.” Lance walked up to you and looked dawn at you.

You stood with your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath. “Seriously Y/N, am I going to have to tie your legs together or something?”


“Do it right next time or I swear I’ll do it.” Lance walked back from the mat and headed towards the cooler to grab a water. You rolled your eyes and walked back to the bar. You looked over at Lance, who wasn’t even paying attention before looking back to the bar and jumped. You gained your momentum and began doing the routine.

Once it came time to dismount you prepared yourself and let go, flipping and hitting the mat with the heels of your feet, almost maintaining your balance but ultimately losing and falling onto your back. You put your hands over your eyes and forehead sighing loudly while Lance started yelling again, his voice growing louder as he neared you. You shut him out and just focused on your breathing, trying to calm yourself of all the stress that had clouded your head lately. Your parents were on your ass about moving on and doing something else with your life, since they never really were supportive of your gymnastics.

“Y/N! Are you even listening to me?”

“It’s hard not to when you’re fucking screaming.”

“Watch it.” Lance squatted down next to you. “That attitude shit isn’t going to get you anywhere with me.”

You sat up and looked at your coach.

“What the hell is going on? You were perfect, haven’t missed anything for what, 4 years now? You’re probably on your last campaign this year, you are almost 21, you’re already pushing it. So don’t you want to go out with gold this year and stick it to the nation?”

“Yeah of course I do,” You put your head in your hands in defeat.

“Well, no offense, you’re not really showing it.” Lance moved from his squat and sat next to you on the mat. “Listen, what’s going on? Seriously. I’ve been your coach for 2 campaigns now and you’ve never been this distracted.”

“It’s just family stuff. I don’t want to talk about it.” You stood up and ran your hand across your forehead, covering it in a light layer of chalk. “I’m gonna get some water and go again.” You went to walk away when Lance grabbed your wrist.

“Sit down, you’re done for today.”

“I can go again it’s fine.”

“Y/N. You’re going to injure yourself if you keep practicing distracted.”

“I’m fine.”

“Clearly you aren’t.” Lance stood up and stepped closer to you. You looked up at his tall frame, slightly scared at the sudden aggression. “You’re not the coach, and you’re not the expert. If you wanted to coach yourself, I’ll leave. No problem.”

“You’re such an asshole. You know that right?”

“Yet here you are, still standing here. Still paying me to coach you.”

You rolled your eyes and began walking way.

“Be here tomorrow. 8am.”

“Yeah I know.”

You went into the locker room and changed into jeans and a t shirt. You let your hair down and ran some water on your face. You put your back on your shoulder and walked out into the main gym area. Lance had retired into his office in the back corner of the room. You walked over and knocked on the open door. Lance was behind his desk on his phone. When your presence was known, Lance ushered you in.

“I just wanted to say sorry for today, and that I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Close the door Y/N.”

You walked completely in and closed the door before turning back to Lance’s desk. He signaled for you to sit in the chair in front of the desk and you did, crossing your legs underneath you. Lance walked out in front of the desk and sat on the top of it.

“Honestly, what the hell is going on.” He sat and crossed his arms, still chewing on his gum.

You took a deep breath and leaned on the arm of the chair with your arm. “You know my parents right? All of them, my mom and Mark and my dad and Dana?”

“Yeah. I met them last year.”

“Well my mother has become such an uptight bitch since my dad left her and she met Mark. So in recent years, she’s wanted me to quit gymnastics. She has been harassing me about getting a man and settling down and, to quote her, “Stop wasting my time with gymnastics.” To her, being an Olympic gold medalist, is nothing. My real father and Dana are great but, my mother is just so fucking spiteful.”

“But your piece of shit mother isn’t your fault, so why are you taking the blame?”

“I don’t know. My mom is having this uppity society event next week, which I’m supposed to attend, and I don’t even want to think about showing up alone to be ridiculed by my mother all fucking night.” You laughed at how pathetic you sounded explaining the situation. “Which now sounds really fucking pathetic when I’m saying it out loud. Like I live on my own I shouldn’t care what my mom thinks.”

“Well I’d hate it if my parents didn’t accept my passion, but unfortunately I was forced into it and grew to enjoy it. But having a need to impress your parents is something that everyone has, and if you don’t wanna impress your parents then you’re trying to impress someone else. It’s human nature.”

You were shocked Lance was being nice and sympathetic about everything, you didn’t think he was capable of experiencing those emotions.

“Fuck your mom and that fucking asshole Mark. Fuck them both. You’re a fucking Olympic gold medalist and if that isn’t fucking impressive, then nothing will impress them. I relish in the fact that I won gold and silver.” You rolled your eyes. He ALWAYS relished in that. “I worked fucking hard for it, and you have worked hard for it. So fuck them, I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“Thanks… Lance, you’re being oddly nice.”

“I can’t be an asshole all the time, sometimes I change it up.”

You laughed and covered your mouth. “That’s bullshit. You’re always an asshole, there is no ‘mixing it up’ with you. But hell, if this whole coaching thing ends up not working out, you’d be a great comedian. Or prostitute, I mean might as well get paid for everything you fuck.”

“Your real fucking funny aren’t you?”

“I’m just calling it how it is.” You and Lance always bickered back in forth. You guys got along for the most part. “Ok I’m going to leave, but honestly thanks for telling me how it is, I always count on that.”

You stood from your chair and headed towards the door.

“Oh and Y/N.” You turned and looked at Lance who still was half sitting on his desk, arms still crossed. “If you ever feel lonely, and need some comfort. You have my number.” Lance smirked and winked at you causing you to fake gag and turn out of the room.

“In your fucking dreams, Tucker.” You closed the door and headed out of the gym. You tossed your bag in the back seat and got in your car. Lance’s office faced the parking lot and he was standing in the window looking at you. He brought his hand up to be a phone and mouthed “Give me a call” and smirked again before walking away. You started your car and pulled out of the parking lot into the Los Angeles sunset. Your roommate was out of town for the week so you had the apartment to yourself. You decided since you had a dreadful day, you were going to treat yourself to some junk food since you had been eating only 600 calories for the last 3 weeks. You didn’t want to get sick by introducing a bunch of unhealthy foods back into your life, so you just stopped and got some Chinese before heading back to your house. You took a quick shower, and changed into comfortable clothing before heading to your couch and turning on Netflix. You have been binge watching Gossip Girl whenever you found the time, which was never. After 2 or 3 episodes, you had finished your Chinese and already passed out on the couch, ready for training tomorrow, hoping it’d be a better day.


You pulled your hair back away from your face as you walked into the gym, your bag over your shoulder again. You opened the doors and felt the cool air conditioning it your face. It was a muggy day today. There were a few others in the gym today already working since it was almost noon. You waved hello and headed towards the locker room. Walking past Lance’s office, you saw him standing looking out to everyone in the main area on the phone. You waved as you passed and he nodded his head deep in conversation. You changed into your leotard and shorts and wrapped your wrist. You made sure your hair was tight and walked into the open room and towards the white board in the corner. It had a list of everyone who was training today and what they were supposed to be working on specifically. You were the only veteran gymnast training now, everyone else was working on being new Olympians. There were 3 other girls working on bars and beams today, and 2 guys working with one of the other coaches. The space next to your name was blank, so you just figured you could do whatever. Seeing that you worked on your bars routine for 4 hours yesterday, you wanted to take a break and go to the side room to work on your floor routine. The 3 Olympic standard floor mats were empty, as there was only a hand full of people in the gym today.

You walked to the surround sound speaker and plugged in your phone, going to your Spotify and playing the playlist called, “The Most Beautiful Songs in The World”. This playlist always calmed you and seemed to play into your soul. A song called “What’s Good” by Fenne Lily started playing and you went to the middle of the mat to stretch. Starting with your arms, you swung them around and made sure each joint was ready to support your body weight. After you were comfortable with your arms, shoulders, and neck, you moved onto your legs. First stretch out your feet and calves, you knew your main focal point would be your hamstrings. You had pulled you hamstring your first campaign and it always got sore faster than your other muscles did, but you were cleared to perform after 6 months of physical therapy. You did your 3 splits and lung style stretches to warm up your thighs, hamstring, and your inner thigh. After finishing with a handstand, you were ready to practice. You walked to your phone and put on your routine instrumental.

You went to the corner and took a deep breath, closing your eyes before reopening them and looking at the other corner, imagining yourself sticking the landing and nailing your routine. You took a few steps back and began running. You let your body do what it already knew how to and trusted yourself as you jumped and let your feet leave the mat, only to be replaced by your hands as you propelled yourself off the ground and flipped.

You landed on your feet, for only a moment before pushing yourself up higher for another. You had reached the opposite corner of the mat once your feet hit the ground. You stuck the landing throwing your arms up in a pose, before taking a step back to complete your second run. You did your jump again and took off again, propelling yourself to do a pike.

Once you landed your hands shot back up in a pose, before doing your final run. You ran and did a flip before landing and doing a jumping split.

You did your final few poses and your routine was over. You put your arms down and began focusing on slowing your breathing a bit. You heard clapping from behind and you turned to the door to see Lance standing there smiling.

“That was really fucking good.” He walked towards the mat and you went to turn off your playlist, grabbing your bottle of water and meeting him on the side of the mat.

“Thanks, it’s a new routine so it needs a lot of work still.”

“No. It’s honestly pretty great. Congratulations, I think it’s worth a gold medal kid.”

You beamed at him and sat down, stretching your legs a bit more.

“Do you feel better than yesterday?”

“Yeah I slept pretty good. So, I think that helped.”

“Good. I’m happy, I can’t have my best gymnast injuring herself over her bs family.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“It just let’s her win.” Lance sat down next to you. “If you wanna annoy her, don’t let what she says get to you. Make it so you could give less than 2 shits what she says. I also have another idea too.”

“And what is that Mister Helpful?”

“Well you said your mom has a charity thing next week right?”


“Well what if, I came with you, and pretended that I was your boyfriend so your mom won’t give you shit?”

You choked on the water that you had been drinking. “What?”

“It’ll solely be so you can stop worrying about your mother’s approval, and can focus on trials in 2 weeks.”

“You’re joking right?”

“No. What I’m not good enough to be your fake boyfriend?”

“No, I’d just never fucking date you.”

“You’re acting as if I’m gonna actually try to date you. I don’t do the dating thing.”

“I couldn’t tell.”

Lance stood up, getting annoyed now. “Ok fine, fuck you then. I don’t need to do this. I want you to stop acting like a little bitch, but whatever, be fucking miserable for all I care.” Lance pulled out his phone and started walking away.

“Lance, wait.”

He turned around and smirked. “Yeah?”

“Will you still do it?”

“Maybe, if you get on your knees,” He leaned his head down and looked at you through the tops of his eyes. “and beg.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Hey, I’m fucking with you. Yes, I’ll still do it, if you’ll cut the shit.”

You smiled and jumped up, hugging him. He was so tall your feet came off the ground. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged back. Once you were back on the ground, you looked up at him.

“I’m going to call her and let her know I’ll be bringing my “boyfriend” with to the party.”

“Alright, I’m sure this is going to be,” Lance took a second and rolled his eyes with his hands on his hips. “fun?” His toned laced with sarcasm. You responded with an eye roll as well.

“It was your idea.”

“Don’t remind me. When you’re done run the routine again. I’m going to check on the others.” Lance turned around, popping his gum and walking back into the main room.

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Needy Puppy (Pt 2)

Needy Puppy (Pt 1)

Genre: Smut

By: Admin Bean (edited by Admin Podo)


Words: 2,141

You awoke to the soft sunlight shining through your bedroom window and the faint sounds of birds chirping outside. You soon remembered what happened last night as you felt Taehyung’s arms around your waist and his grip on you tighten slightly as you shifted in his embrace. You wiggled yourself out of his arms, somehow managing to not wake him up. You looked down: after last night’s events you weren’t wearing anything from the waist below, so you grabbed your sweat pants that were on the floor slipping them on before heading to the kitchen.

You started a pot of coffee before making yourself some toast, but not long into your making of breakfast you hear a knock at your door. Only then did you remember Namjoon telling you he would be by first thing in the morning.

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To Sing

Hi hi there!!! Just wanted to write something fluffy and different to take a break from angst!! To the wonderful Nonny who sent this in, forgive me- I changed a couple of them to not all be in the shower… I started writing them in one sitting and this is what I saw, my apologies… 

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251 Years

Daveed Diggs x Reader (I was feeling inspired okay?)

Also I first saw this through another fic, so if anyone knows who it is please let me know so I can give them credit. Thanks! 

“And I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to our lovely Y/N! Happy eighteenth birthday, and all the best wished towards you to help you find that soulmate of yours. They will certainly be a lucky person!” your cousin Matthew shouted in the ballroom.

A resounding applause came from everyone in the room and you sat there blushing. You never knew what to do in these situations.

“Thank you,” you said, nodding your head.

The music struck back up again, and you decided to get up and dance.

Tonight was the night of your eighteenth birthday in 1774 and the day that would now stop aging until you met the person that you would spend the rest of your life with.

You hoped that they would find you soon. You didn’t want to just be alone for a long time.

The party continued even as you made your way to the garden in the back of the manor. You made your way through the roses, going over to the fountain.

You sat on the edge and looked at the moon.

‘Please find me soon. I love you already.’


“Lin, I already told you this. Please shut up,” your groaned as your friend kept rambling on about ideas for his new musical.

About Alexander Hamilton.

He had first met you when he was still in high school, you had come in to talk to his history class.

He had been fascinated by you, and ever since then you had gotten along splendidly. His family treated you like their own, and you were often asked to babysit for him.

You didn’t mind, it was nice. But sometimes he wouldn’t leave you alone. Like now.

He had just started producing his new play Hamilton, and he wanted everything to be perfect.

You didn’t blame him, but with him calling at three in the morning was getting annoying.

Right now he was asking about costumes, and he thought that you could add your expertise. But you were exhausted right now.

“Lin, i’m going to bed. I’ll be back in New York in three days and I’ll come and see you at the theater. We can talk then.”

He huffed but you knew that he would relent now.

“Alright alright. I’ll see you then. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight Lin.”

You put your phone down and got back up out of bed. You went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

You started at your face. A face that looked 18 years old but in fact was 251 years old.

Ha. 51.

You snorted.

Would you ever find your soulmate? It had been so long, you were just announced to be the oldest person on the plant.

‘Well, back to bed for me.’


“Y/N! You made it!” Lin cried as he fought through the crowd of cast. He wrapped you in a big hug.

You laughed and hugged him back.

“I brought a bunch of old trunks with clothes that I still own. I thought that you might want to use them for inspiration. You can’t use the actual ones however.”

A smile crossed his face as he cheered.

“Thank you so much!”

“I’ll need some help bringing them up, but please be careful, they’re very important to me.”

He nodded and relayed that info to some others that went to get your stuff. You went down with them, watching them as they took it all up stairs.

“I think that’s all of the,” Lin said as he came up to you.

“Thanks Lin. I’m going to send a quick email and then I’ll come up and meet you.”

He nodded and left, yourself getting on your phone.

Finishing up your business you started to go up the stairs, but you found yourself tripping on the last step.

You braced for a fall, but instead of the cold ground you were met by a pair of strong arms.

Sparks exploded, and your chest started glowing, the second part of the soulmate bond. The two of you froze, not knowing what to do.

You picked yourself up and the man released you. You turned around to look at your soulmate, and there he was.

Daveed Diggs, the man playing Thomas Jefferson and the Marquis de Lafayette. Your soulmate.

How crazy was that.

“Holy shit,” he said. You giggled.

“Is that all you have to say?” you shot back. He smiled at you.

“Why do we have to say anything?” He mused, coming closer to you. His face was only an inch from yours. You felt yourself feeling hot.

He took your breath away.

You stared into each other’s eyes, before your lips met in a fiery kiss. It was wonderful. After being 18 for 243 years, this was everything you could have imagined.

As you broke apart he stared at you lovingly. He was holding you in his arms again.

“I do have a question for you,” he said. “How long have you been 18? It’s been five years for me.”

You smirked.

“I’ve totally got you beat.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve looked like this for 243 years.”

His mouth dropped open.

“Well fuck,” he whispered, sending you into a fit of laughter. “How old does that make you then?”

“251,” you replied as you recovered from laughing.

He smiled.

“Ha ha.”



EDIT: Ok so I was hoping that I guess i didn’t have to explain this but the reason they’re laughing at ‘51′ is because Hamilton wrote 51 essays. Cool? Cool.

With You

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1313

Summary: Daryl comes home to find you asleep on the couch. He thinks about his future–his future, with you. 

Notes: this takes place around the time Daryl gets the job from Aaron! i didn’t really edit this, but i just found it and thought that it was worth to post. i think we could all use some fluffy Daryl, especially after last week’s episode. enjoy. 

*credit to owner of the gif below*

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Professor Kwon: Chapter II

Originally posted by jiyonggifs

Genre: Teacher AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 1,942

Chapter: 2/?

Pairing: G-Dragon x Reader

Warnings: None. There won’t be any until like the 4th chapter ;))

A/N: Sorry for such a long wait, school has been hectic. However, the third chapter is almost complete so the wait for the next chapter definitely won’t be as long!

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So I did this thing...

First ever Pitch Fanfic… Be Kind… I “edited” this after work… sorry if I missed more than a few errors… This notion of a tattoo has me feeling some type of way… Shout out to the fandom you inspire me everyday… and @megaphonemonday for throwing me down the hole of this trope :)

Tell Me What You Want

Whoever thought it was a good idea to play truth or dare deserved bad things.  The team was was away in Cincinnati and had unanimously voted against going out to the bars after the game.  Sonny was still bitter about the TMZ thing and everyone else was on notice and ordered to keep their indiscretions to a minimum.  So some genius came up with the bright idea to stay in tonight and drink a few beers in Blip’s suite.  Minus Mike, all the usual suspects were present.  

Everyone dismissed Old Man Lawson’s absence on account that he had been in a foul mood for the past two days.  Everyone assumed it had something to do with Rachel, and left it alone.

Ginny wanted to care, but things were finally coming into place.  She had recovered flawlessly and was playing her best ball.  Amelia was back and had finally learned the meaning of boundaries, and Ginny had made it a point to check in with her mom and Will at least once week.  Rehab put things into perspective and family needed to be on some level a priority.  Rehab also taught her that you find out who your real friends are when the tide has turned, and it’s not looking so good.

The entire team rallied around her.  Took her to appointments, even the guys who had always been a bit rougher around the edges were more than supportive.  But she would have never imagined her Captain would essentially vanish.  He was there when she woke up in the hospital.  She remembered reaching for his hand when the doctor told her that she had elbow tendinitis.  She would recover and play again.  But Mike disappeared.  No late night calls, no surprise visits, nothing.  

Ginny had heard through Evelyn that he was back with Rachel.  The information didn’t come out easily and Evelyn knew the effect it would have on her, but she needed to know.  At that moment Ginny decided that she needed to move on and past wanting a man that didn’t want her and was still very much love with his ex wife. Even if she felt like time froze when they occasionally made eye contact that lasted for far too long, or when she violently tried to forget that night at Boardners.  She wanted to forget his hand on her lower back.  She wanted to forget his scent that is so distinctively Mike and so distinctively amazing.  She wanted to forget that for that very real moment, he wanted to be with her too.  But the moment passed.  He was with Rachel, and that was the end of it.

Needless to say his absence came as a reprieve to Ginny.  There’s only so many angst filled outings with the guys she could take.

“How about a game of truth or dare?” Javanes suggested as Blip rolled his eyes.

The suggestion was questionable but he got no nays and this version of truth or dare turned out to be a hybrid of truth or dare and kangaroo court.  

Overwhelmingly, the guys including Ginny chose truth and were surprisingly honest about every lucid detail.  Sonny proved to be worst than TMZ because he had the scoop on everyone.  He got Dusty to admit to that rendezvous in Miami with German twins.  Blip admitted to crying during the remake of Beaches, and Butch verified that the alleged picture of him in pink boy shorts does in fact exist.  And Livan didn’t exactly confirm or deny hooking up with 2 Kardashians.  It was all fun and games until Ginny’s horsey laugh came to an abrupt stop.  Sonny said that next person had to chose dare and of course Ginny was next.  

Ginny squared her shoulders, never one to back down.  Not to mention, she figured Papi would take it easy or her… at least she had hoped he would.

“Alright Papi, what you got?” Ginny asked.

“Ok.. don’t kill me Mami, but inquiring minds want to know… where is your hidden tattoo?”

Ginny’s face instantly burned red.  One little report and overnight #BakersTAT was a thing that even Elliot couldn’t stop.  All these years she had managed to keep it hidden and somehow someone somewhere caught wind of it.  Ginny knew she would eventually be outed, but she was hoping that would be sometime after she got the damn thing removed. The guys wouldn’t leave it alone for weeks and she thought the story was finally old news… But she couldn’t back down from this now, especially not after what Butch and Blip had just copped to.

“This is so messed up,” Ginny sighed running her fingers through her hair.

“Alright since no one is going to let this go.. ever..” Ginny started.

“I will show it to you Livan and you can confirm its existence,” Ginny explained to a sea of grumbles from the guys apart from Livan who was grinning from ear to ear.

Livan looked like he had hit the lottery, but he knew that if she showed it to anyone it was going to be him. He and Ginny were inseparable, real friends.  Livan was finally understanding the true Ginny.  Not in the way that Lawson did, he doubt they ever would have the connection that she and Lawson had, but it worked for them.  Livan didn’t know what caused the rift between Mike and Ginny, but it was palpable.  There was a great divide there that everyone felt.  But Livan didn’t ask and Ginny didn’t tell.

Ginny ushered Livan into the bathroom of the suite and closed and locked the door.  

“You’re a little shit, you know that Papi?” Ginny asked, smoothing her hair out of her face.

“Of course, but you would’ve pulled the same thing if you had something on me,” Livan stated.

“Duly noted,” Ginny said with a nod and a smirk that scared Livan just a tad bit.  He knew Ginny wouldn’t forget, and he would get his eventually.

“Well you’ll have plenty of time to cook up your revenge later Mami.  You know you can trust me, I won’t tell anyone what or where it is.”

“You can’t Livan,” Ginny added finally realizing that she was going to do this.  She could’ve easily said no; not even Evelyn knows about her tattoo.  Livan was her friend.  She was sure he would have questions…questions she really didn’t have the answers to, but she did trust him.

“I won’t Baker,” Livan said in a serious tone as the guys obviously fought to eavesdrop from behind the door.

Ginny slowly took off her teal Nike racerback tank to reveal her blush Nike sports bra.  She would be lying if it didn’t surprise her how big Livan’s eyes got.  Their relationship had molded into best friends / brother/sister territory, but his expression was strained and Ginny found it slightly amusing.

Ginny peeled up the left side of her sports bra, along her ribcage and she heard the loud inhale from Livan.  She hadn’t made eye contact with him before she heard him ask, “How long have you had that?”

“I got it when I was 18,” Ginny said, her voice slightly above a whisper.  Livan didn’t look surprised, his expression was almost sad.  The entire clubhouse knew there was always something between Mike and Ginny.  Livan knew Mike couldn’t possibly be that stupid to try to start something with Ginny.  But Livan had also witnessed on more occasions than he could count Mike staring at Ginny like he depended on her every word to live.  No man looks at a woman like that that isn’t completely and fully in love with her.  It’s only now that he realizes that Ginny is in love with Mike too.  

It wasn’t the small 36 in ink that gave it away, but the many conversations he had had with Ginny about getting her tattoo removed that came rushing into his mind like a flood.  Ginny had many opportunities and down time to get it removed, made appointments to go even, and yet she didn’t.  

Livan didn’t have to ask because he knew Mike didn’t know about this.  

“Well say something,” Ginny said fidgeting with her fingers after she put her shirt back on.

“I know the Old Man is senile, I just hope he’s not stupid.” Livan said, giving Ginny a weak smile.  


Arriving back to her own apartment was new, but it was an upgrade from the Omni; she would adjust.  No sooner than she had set her gear down, hopped in the shower, and climbed in her bed, her phone rang.

“So, why wasn’t I invited to the Padres sleep over?” She heard from a grumpy voice.

“You were, you turned us down.. remember?” Ginny replied.

“I turned down groupies, bad music, and cellphone paparazzi.  But I could’ve been persuaded to witness you and your boyfriend’s first 7 minutes in Heaven,” Mike quipped.

“And just that quick, this conversation is over,” Ginny said with a little more bite than she intended.

“Not so fast Rook, geez, I remember the days when you could take a joke,” Mike huffed out.

“Well I’m not in the mood Lawson.  I just want to relax and not hold this phone,” Ginny said as snuggled further into her bed.  

“Well then come to the door and we can talk face to face, no phone required.”

Mike heard a dial tone and heavy feet stride to the door.  This was likely a bad idea, showing up at Ginny’s apartment, unannounced and uninvited.  But he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.  He needed to get to the bottom of all the chatter about Ginny and Livan.  Blip was convinced that it was harmless and that they were more like brother and sister than anything else.  But Mike knew he would be hard pressed to find any man in that clubhouse that wouldn’t lose his shit over an opportunity to spend time with Ginny Baker.  And Ginny and Livan were close.  A hell of a lot closer than he would ever like them to be.  But he couldn’t be the dick that kept Ginny and Livan from developing as battery mates.  He hated it, but Ginny’s game depended on having a great catcher, even if it wasn’t him.

His thought was instantly broken when she opened the door.  Her curls were still wet; a few drops had dripped down to her very thin gray tank top… and holy boy shorts.  Small. White. Tiny. Boy Shorts.  Long, toned, caramel legs in those boy shorts. A perfect pear shaped ass in those boy shorts. 

“Why are you here Lawson?” Ginny asked conjuring up more irritation than she actually felt. Her favorite Lawson was here, the one who wore Henleys and looked at her like she was the most precious and sexiest thing in the world.  

Rachel.  Ginny remembered, as her internal cold shower washed over her.

“May I come in?” Lawson asked as Ginny stepped to the side. Mike fought like hell to not look at her ass as she slid by, but failed as he caught a trace of the coconut scent he had grown so fond of.

“So are you going to tell me about Show and Tell or not?”

“Of all the things that came out that night, that’s what’s got you so worked up? Drop it Lawson,” Ginny said grabbing a bottled water from her fridge.

“I wouldn’t call this worked up Baker, just asking a question… a question you seem hell bent on avoiding,”

“None of your business,”

“This team is my business,”

“Here we go… seriously Mike, what is your problem? Your mood swings are making me nauseous.  If this team was your business, where the hell were you during my rehab?  The rest of the team was there. Where were you?” Ginny spat out.  “You don’t get to lecture me about the team…” Ginny said exasperated.  Ginny was so tired of this hot and cold bullshit.

“What exactly are we talking about here Gin?” Mike said feeling the heat in his face.

“Are we talking about the team? Rehab? Your rules? Your every attempt to keep me away!”  Mike yelled.

“Keep YOU away?  I wasn’t the one who bailed on their teammate Mike.. I wasn’t” Ginny stopped as Mike headed to the door.

“Gin, I’m tired of arguing. I’m tired of it.  Tell me what you want.”

“Mike I don’t want to argue either, but..”

“Tell me what you want.” Mike said.  Ginny could feel the exhaustion in his voice.  She came and stood near him, willing her eyes not to water.

“The truth,” Ginny said, almost trembling.

“The truth… alright… the truth… Rachel and I split after your injury.  I was a wreck.  You got hurt and it was my fault.  Rachel made a few comments about me getting over it and injuries being apart of the game, but I didn’t want to hear it.  She said the first time we failed was because I was in love with baseball… this time she said we failed because….” Mike paused.

“It wasn’t your fault Mike, none of this was your fault.”

“I should’ve agreed to shut you down Gin, I should’ve..” Mike started as he felt Ginny’s hands clasp the sides of his face.  

“This was not your fault.” Ginny said looking him square in the eyes.  Mike cautiously wrapped his hands around Ginny’s waist and pulled her into him. Breathing her in, and muffling into her hair, he said one last time… “Tell me what you want.”

Ginny pulled back slightly from Mike, instantaneously missing his warmth.  With faux confidence, she slowly pulled her gray tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor.  Ginny paused before she lifted the soft pink thin fabric of her yoga bra slightly, just above her rib cage.  With her right index finger she gently tapped just below the number, his number.  She was exposed. Literally and figuratively.  When Ginny had enough courage to return her gaze to Mike his eyes had grown dark.

If ya’ll want more, tell me! Comments and thoughts are encouraged… 

anonymous asked:

how could ryuji be the best if hes constantly making lewd comments about women

*cracks knuckles* WE GON’ LEARN TODAY SON

To begin, I think there’s inherently a weird flaw in Ryuji’s writing (or perhaps a localization/translation issue) in that the very thing you mention doesn’t make sense for his personality. I’ll admit I love that boy more than anything so I’m a bit quick to defend him, but also if I take myself outside of that for a sec, it genuinely doesn’t line up. I don’t know if Ryuji started out as like, Pervy Bro and they were like “oh we can’t make him a straight up dick” or if he started off an empathetic, loyal character and they were like “oh but we need someone to be the horny teenage boy” (I’m inclined to think the latter). Either way, Ryuji is very protective and responsive to the girls on the team. Let’s take a look at what I think of as True Ryuji (tru-uji if you will hahahaha i hate myself too it’s ok), and just fyi SPOILERS. I haven’t finished the game yet so not full game spoilers but just-before-5th-palace-spoilers.

When Ann walks into the metaverse, his priority is her safety, not some dumb “oh this GIRL is gonna SLOW US DOWN” shit–which, if Ryuji is Typical Bro, would’ve been his reaction. He’s also extremely motivated by the mistreatment of girls, especially Ann, by Kamoshida. Also the physical abuse, of course, but his first insult tends to be calling Kamoshida a pervert and gross and whatnot which leads me to think he has a bigger problem with Kamoshida’s sexual abuse than his physical (WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING seeing as how Ryuji was a victim of the physical abuse). Ryuji is beyond impressed with Makoto and her persona’s awakening, arguably the most out of the entire team, and in full, active, vocal support of it–not to mention he literally jumps into traffic to stop a car so we can hurry and save Makoto. He is the first to run to Futaba when she falls down AND when Ann is pushing Futaba’s boundaries during the closet scene, Ryuji is very insistent that Ann should not continue. In the end we get the info we’re looking for and Futaba comes out applause all around good job Ann etc etc etc but Ryuji’s sensitivity to Futaba and her feelings was like….so refreshing to me?? Esp as someone with anxiety?? That was so touching idc if i sound like a cheeseball I KNOW IT’S A VIDEO GAME but my boy was so pure. THENNN when Haru is getting harassed, Ryuji is first to arrive (shoutout to track team and long legs) and immediately takes up a defensive position. He demands that her fiance leave her alone because she’s our friend–which, at this point in time, is basically a lie. He also is first to run to her when she falls and immediately agrees to having her rest, offering our attic as the resting place without asking (knowing there’s no problem with it) and even tho he’s been beefin’ with Morgana he puts Haru before that and works with Morgana to get Haru to safety.

And that’s just the phantom thieves girls!!! There’s so many other instances where he’s A GOOD BOY (the old lady at the station *tear*, willingly provoking the Shadows so we can escape even tho it means certain death, unashamed to share vulnerable or traditionally-considered-”weak” emotions) that I could literally go on forever. 

His obsession with girls and making comments about their bodies is like, def not ok, but in The Real World my guess is that it’s because the writers had trouble deciding what kind of person he was gonna be and tried to fit both in and tbh for me I just can’t buy it. I could buy some of it, like checking out Ann or something, but then in Hawaii when he’s talking about how the girls there are “massive” I was like ????? Ryuji would never go THAT far. In a headcanon-y space, I would say that Ryuji’s dad is obviously The Ultimate Piece of Shit and 1) didn’t give Ryuji a good idea of what a man is so 2) Ryuji no longer has a male presence in his life and thus nothing else to go off of, which means 3) in an effort to be Masculine and Become a Man during his coming-of-age age (lol), he’s just copying what he thinks is how he’s supposed to act. I also think that Ryuji’s mom is a sweet, kind lady who wouldn’t hesitate to bitch slap her son if she heard him talk about girls that way and she’s raised him to be respectful so that also contradicts his behavior. It’s not genuinely who he is–he’s so quick to tell guys to back off the girls at the beach even tho he literally just went to do the same thing–it’s just who he thinks he’s supposed to be. And we all know Ryuji struggles with self-esteem and not putting himself down, so like, he doesn’t have the ability to outright reject that notion (yet). He so often wants to be someone other than himself that he adopts this persona (haha didn’t mean to do that) thinking it’s just the way of the world. 

None of the above makes his behavior excusable AT ALL, like more than once I literally said “dude chill out” to my screen ok, but I think in game-verse it can be explained and outside of the game it can also be explained. I contend that he is still pure and good and right and the goddamn sunshine incarnate, but dude’s got flaws and some things he has to work out (and I fully believe Ann threatens and then casually DOES call his mom to tell on him one day [much to his protests and FOR REALs and ARE YOU KIDDING MEs and ANN I’M SO SORRY I PROMISE I WON’T SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN JUST DON’T TELL MY MOM] and Ryuji gets a Second Awakening when he gets home that night and never makes a lewd comment again)

((also he’s probably bi and doesn’t know how to face that yet so he’s overcompensating FIGHT ME ON THIS))

*EDIT* @defciggy pointed out the duality doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive which is something I normally try to be cognizant of bc ppl are gray areas but I got a lil carried away lol so I just want to retract a little bit and say the writing isn’t necessarily flawed/mistaken/poor but that the good in him is bigger than the bad
The Only One For Me - Minghao Fluff/Angst

Originally posted by minghaeo

Request: Hi! Can you do maybe do a Minghao angst where another girl is relentlessly trying to get him to cheat on the reader with her but Minghao is loyal and says no but all the reader sees is the girl flirty and stuff with Minghao and not him saying no to her? Sorry if this is confusing (also sorry I request a lot of stuff, you just always write exactly what I want!)

Word Count: 1515

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member/Group: Minghao (The8) of SEVENTEEN

Summary: A day out at the mall was needed for you and your boyfriend to get some well needed rest, but an unwanted visitor may just ruin that.

A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to say, I am running low on requests since the last time I asked, so please send in more. Make them a pretty detailed outline of what you want, and don’t be afraid to use anon! Anyway, sorry for any errors, I’m too tired to bother editing this right now.(It’s 11:30 here.)xx

 Minghao leaned over the kitchen table and sighed, munching on his partially soggy cereal. Today was his first day off in quite a while, and he had planned to spend it with you until you had to inform him of your half-day at work. It was better than a full day shift, but it still left Minghao alone for a solid four hours. That all lead to him eating his breakfast alone and wishing you could be there to crack some jokes as he ate.

 As he spooned the last spoonful of sweet deliciousness into his mouth, he got out of his chair to walk over to the sink to wash the now dirty bowl. The water cleaned the last of the soggy crumbs from the bottom of the container and he placed it on the dish rack to avoid breaking it. He was going to walk over to the couch and scroll through his phone when the annoying shriek of the doorbell ringing invaded the silence. Quickly, his sock covered feet pattered over to the door and he pulled it wide open, expecting the person outside to be a deliveryman or a neighbor in need of assistance.

 “Hi, Minghao! I heard you were free, and I was wondering if you wanted to go to a cafe or something for some ~alone time~!” The annoying girl that sat on his doorstep was definitely not the mailman, but he probably would have been happier to see him. (G/N) had dark hair that was stuffed into to massive pigtails and what looked like 50 pounds of makeup distributed unevenly across her face. Her outfit screamed “I’m in my twenties but desperate to cling to my escaping youth by chasing younger guys,” which is a statement so accurate that it made Minghao laugh just to think about it.

 “Um… my girlfriend is going to be home from work soon, so I have get ready. I’m sorry, maybe go ask somebody else?” His nails gently swiped the back off his neck as his eyes trailed to the ground.

 Her lipsticked scowl grew, and she nodded slowly before backing away from the door. “Yeah, just tell (Y/N) hi for me I guess…” Her shoes clicked against the floor as she sashayed away from the door, hips swinging in an attempt to catch the long man’s eyes. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth, and he turned around to go back to the living room.

 “Babe!~ I’m home from work!” You walked in and set your large bag on the wooden table. Minghao ran into the room and immediately, his arms were around your waist.

 “I missed you so much! It’s so boring here without you. Plus, the weird girl on the first floor came to the apartment and basically tried to get me to go on a date with her…” Laughing at Minghao’s misfortune, you placed a kiss on his lips.

 “Well, if she bothers you again I guess I’ll just have to make sure you don’t leave my sight.” He laughed at your joking words. “I can be your personal bodyguard.”

 “Ok, (Y/N). So, what do you want to do for the day? Lunch? Maybe go shopping or something?”

 “Minghao, you know me way too well. Let’s do lunch then we can go walk around the mall if that’s good with you.” He nodded and released you from his vice grip. “I’ll go get dressed in normal clothes, and we can leave.”

 Minghao locked the door behind him before lacing his fingers with yours. You smiled up at him, and you both walked down the long hallway to the stairs. It may have seemed childish to others, but Minghao swung your hands back and forth as he hummed a familiar tune. He continued this all the way out of the building and to the bus stop. When you finally got onto the bus, you both found seats adjacent to each other and sat, making a comment or two to the other ever so often. As the beautiful scenery of the busy city flew by, so did the minutes. Before long, you reached the large complex of buildings that housed all your favorite stores and restaurants.

 “Here, Jagi, I’ll hold your bag so you can tie your shoelace.” Minghao’s considerate nature beamed as you quickly fixed the loose shoelaces on your left sneaker.

 “Thank you, Minghao!” You pecked him on the cheek before walking through the large glass doors, fingers intertwined. 

 Overplayed pop music blasted from each storefront, but the two of you quickly made your way to the food court and payed for two meals. As soon as the trays were sat down in front of you, it seemed to magically disappear. Minghao eagerly devoured his meal and waited for you to finish.

 “Okay, where do you want to go first?” You leaped up from the plastic seat and walked with Minghao to dispose of your trash.

 It had been a solid hour, and you had begged Minghao to let you visit Forever 21 before you left. He had already taken a seat in the appointed ‘boyfriend chair’ when you had slipped into the sea of clothing. As he scrolled through his emails, a familiar annoying voice pierced his eardrums.

 “HaoHao! What a coincidence! I guess fate wanted us to meet up today!” (G/N) batted her mascara coated eyelashes and leaned over the poor boy. “Why don’t you come with me, and maybe we can go to somewhere like Victoria’s Secret? I need your opinion on some new clothes.”

 Minghao fidgeted uncomfortably as (G/N) pushed her clothed chest closer towards him in an attempt to grab his attention. “No thank you, I’m waiting for my girlfriend to finish shopping…”

 (G/N) huffed and crossed her arms before lurching into a series of high pitched whines. Minghao instantly began spouting more excuses over the sound of her complaints, when (G/N) suddenly slipped forward. She landed in a jumbled mess across Minghao, which must have looked even worse when he started moving his arms to try and push her off of him.

 “What the fuck, Minghao?” You walked over and were shocked to see your boyfriend in such a compromising position. (G/N) smiled at you, and leaned forward before planting a kiss on Minghao’s cheek. “I thought you said you didn’t like her in any way! I’m going home, here’s the hoodie I bought you! Jerk…” 

 Minghao stuttered as the thick article of clothing hit his head and you stomped away. Immediately, he harshly shoved (G/N) away. “I hope this was worth it for you.” (G/N)’s smile faltered, and he sprinted in your direction.

 Tears streamed down your cheeks, but you still continued the search for the key to your apartment. Realizing your search was futile, you slumped against the door and let strong sobs rack through your body.

 “Hey… I’ll unlock the door.” Minghao quietly began to put the key in the lock and opened the door to let you in. “I’m sorry. She was pushing herself on me, (Y/N), I swear I would never hurt you like that.”

 Saying nothing, you pushed past him. He followed you like a lost puppy, until you eventually turned around to face him. “I know. Just let me be alone for a bit, okay? I didn’t want to see my hag of a neighbor flirting with my man today, and your lack of any type of explanation at the time did nothing to help.”

 “Wait, (Y/N)-” The door to the bedroom slammed shut, creating a barrier between the two pity parties taking place at the moment.

 After a few hours, you sat up and thought over your actions. You knew that you had overreacted, but you just couldn’t help feeling upset with how much jealousy had rooted itself in your mind at the sight of another girl and your beloved boyfriend. A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts, and a melancholic-looking Minghao stepped through the door with one arm holding something behind his back.

 “Hey.” He sat next to you, and revealed a single rose from behind his back. “Think of this as a physical apology, since I’m not so good with words or anything like that…” His shy demeanor radiated, and a small giggle escaped your mouth for the first time in the past few hours.

 “I accept your apology. I need to say sorry too, babe. I overreacted, and I should have listened to what you had to say first.” A flush spread across your cheeks as Minghao pulled your body into his thin frame.

 “It’s okay, Jagiya. Let’s never let anything like this happen again, okay? I don’t think I can handle that much stress anytime soon.” You nodded into his warm chest and let his hand rub across your shoulders, fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

ice-cream ♡ grayson

requested: yes

anon: helloo do an imagine where the girl is a famous ytber as well and goes on an ice cream date with grayson and some fans spot them and it’s a mess, like this request lol

anon: can you do an imagine where its an icecream date with grayson or something cute like that it doesn’t matter just something cute pls thank you

(a/n – okay so i didn’t really know how to incorporate y/n being a famous youtuber so I just did the request minus that part. i hope that’s okay!) 

“Are you sure about this, gray?” You ask your boyfriend, a little bit nervous and feeling unsure about his spontaneous idea.

“Y/N, it’s just ice cream. Nothing major.” He tries to convince you but by the look on your face he knew it wasn’t working.

“Look, baby,” He uses one of your favorite nicknames, “I want to go out and get ice cream with my girl, is that seriously such a bad thing to ask for? Just one date. One date with you on this super hot day.” He sighs and you give into his sweet words.

“One date.” You wink and laugh jokingly, knowing that you had gone on plenty dates with Grayson before. But that didn’t really stop you from thinking about what could go wrong.

You and Gray used to go on lot’s of dates, but everything just sort of turned sideways when the fans found out you weren’t just Grayson’s friend.

Some fans were very supportive of your relationship, which made you very happy. But others, didn’t like it at all. In fact, they harassed you pretty bad on social media and whenever you and Grayson went out together, they would yell mean things which would draw attention, and that would create more fans that want to take pictures or talk to Gray and it all turned into a big mess.

You didn’t hate the fans for that, of course, but sometimes it did annoy you that they had to interrupt the scarce time you would spend with him. You couldn’t go out very often, not because of paparazzi but because Grayson was a busy boy, and had lots of things to do.

You loved going out with Grayson. More than a lot of other things, but you weren’t sure if you could handle anymore mean words today. It was just, one of those days where you were feeling sensitive.

“Ready to go?” Grayson asks with a grin on his face, happy you agreed to go with him after an hour of convincing .

“Yeah! Let’s go.” You attempt to say enthusiastically, but Grayson knew you all to well.

“Hey,” He coos, “You don’t need to worry. It’s all good. Everything’s going to be awesome. I mean, we’re going for ice cream. What could be better?” He asks with a smile which automatically makes you smile back.

“I know.” You reply and get in the car without hesitation. You decided that you wouldn’t worry anymore, and that you were just overthinking things. You were with Grayson, and as long as you’re with him it’s all okay. His smile was all you needed to get through anything.

As Grayson drove toward the ice cream place, you notice his hand resting on his lap. You smile to yourself and take his hand in yours confidently, looking up at him to see his reaction.

He glances towards you for a moment, the same sweet smile on his face. He raises your hand up to his lips and places a light kiss on the back of your hand, his eyes still trained on the road.

When you got to the ice cream place he looks at you with an encouraging smile, “Do you know what flavor you want?” He asks to ease your nerves and you think for a moment.

“I think i’m going to go with cookie dough this time.” You tell him and he grins,

“With sprinkles?” He asks,

“And whip cream.” You finish with a giggle and he looks at you admiringly.

“Then let’s go get your cookie dough ice cream with sprinkles and whip cream, shall we?” He says all in one breath, making you laugh.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but you had already felt more relaxed than before, and you really couldn’t wait to eat some cold, tasty cookie dough ice cream.

You get out of the car and catch up to Grayson, taking his large hand in yours and leaning against him slightly.

As soon as you reached the counter Grayson ordered your ice cream, the old man behind the counter flashed a genuine smile at him, fixing his bright red bowtie as he begins to scoop up your ice cream. When he comes back with your cookie dough ice cream with sprinkles and wipe cream, your face noticeably brightening at the sight of it.

The old man laughs, “Enjoy.”

“Thank you!” You say happily and take your ice cream, making a look of success appear on Grayson’s face but slowly turn into one of confusion when t was his turn to order.

You watched him as he thought, thinking he looked unbelievably handsome at that very moment until a group of loud whispers erupted from behind you.

You could hear Grayson ordering but you weren’t paying attention as you were staring at the group of girls behind you who were staring at you enviously. You decided to completely ignore them so you could enjoy this ice cream date with your boyfriend, so you tune back into his conversation instead of theirs.

You took a bite of your ice cream and couldn’t help but moan in delight, making Grayson and the old man laugh lightly.

“What?” You say with a mouthful of ice cream, making Grayson roll his eyes at you playfully.

“Nothing, my love.” He says sarcastically, the old man handing him his ice cream with a big grin on his face, “Thank you.” He tells the old man politely and the old man’s grin doesn’t disappear, instead it grows wider.

“You two enjoy.” He says happily and we smile at him.

“I love old people,” You whisper in Grayson’s ear making him chuckle and pulls you in for a quick peck on the lips. You smile into the tiny kiss, loving the small gesture.

“How’s your ice cream?” He says with his eyes still closed savoring the kiss, his face inches away from yours.

“Great,” You say honestly and take another big bite, “Brain freeze!” You wince in pain and Grayson opens his eyes, laughing at your pain.

“Gray!” You giggle and push him playfully, making him laugh even harder.

The moment was soon ruined by a young girl tapping Grayson on the shoulder, interrupting his laughter.

“Can I get a picture?” She asks excitedly and Grayson hesitates for a moment, glancing at you.

You felt very pressured in this situation as both Grayson and the girl waited for you to speak, “Go ahead. I’ll be here.” You encourage Grayson to go take pictures.

You sat at the stone table eating your ice cream, waiting for Grayson to come back when all of the sudden you look up and the table is occupied by 4 other girls.

“Oh, hello…” You say, startled.

“Hi,” One of them spats,

“We’re going to make this quick.” The other one explains to you with a rude attitude, “We heard the rumors that you’ve been sneaking around with Ethan going around on twitter, so you can give up the sweet loyal girlfriend act.” She hisses and you gasp,

“I would never do th-” You try to defend yourself but one of them stops you.

“Yeah. We’ve heard that before. You better leave our twins alone and save yourself the trouble because we can make your life a living hell!” She yells.

“You don’t deserve Grayson, a slut like you.” Another one mutters and your eyes begin to water.

“Take our advice, Y/N.” The one who started advises, and all four of them leave the table quickly, leaving you by yourself to gather your thoughts.

You could feel a tear streaming down your face as you thought. Cheat on Grayson with Ethan? who would even make up a rumor so cruel and ugly?

“Y/N!” Grayson walks over to you smiling but his smile quickly disappears and a look of worry replaces it.

“What happened?” He asks, “Was it because left you? I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t have left that was so stupid…” He starts to blame yourself but you shake your head vigorously, taking a deep breath, “Then what happened?” He asks you again, his eyebrows scrunching together creating wrinkles on his forehead.

You reach out and brush your fingers across them in attempt to smooth them out. You take another deep breath and look him in the eyes,

“When you left,” You start, your voice shaky and unsteady from crying, “There were four girls and they accused me of this terrible thing.” You whisper as if it was a secret, “And they want me to stay away from you.” You finish and wait for his reaction.

He sighs and runs a hand through his fluffy hair stressfully.

“C'mon.” He says and takes your arm gently, sliding his hand down to yours to lead you to the car. You could hear him mumble something frustratedly, it sounded like, “I can’t believe this.”

When you reached the car he turns toward you so that your back was against the car and he was holding both your hands, “What did they accuse you of?” He asks.

“Cheating on you,” You tell him and you see anger bubbling in his eyes, “with Ethan.” You finish and he lets go of your hands, walking away slightly with his head in his hands.

“Why would they even- that’s my twin brother….you would never do that,” He almost yells and you place your hand on his shoulder hesitantly.

“Are you okay?” You ask him and he just stares into your eyes for a moment.

“Are you?” He asks and you shrug,

“I am if you are.” You give him a small smile and he smiles back, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“I love you,” He says, kissing the top of your head and pulling away slightly.

“I love you too.” You reply with a sigh, wrapped up in Grayson’s arms feeling extremely content.

a/n – shittay ending lol… i guess this was ok. i hope you guys like it (: i spent like 2 hours writing this lmao I literally edited this so much and i guess this is sort of better so YEAH I HOPE THIS WAS CUTE AND WOO

Sugar We’re Going Down

Originally posted by enalgunlugar

Summary: Modern College AU: Reader has been dating Ben for months now and comes over for their usual date night. While waiting for Ben to return from the store, reader chats with Kylo, her long time best friend, only to have the evening take an unexpected turn.

A/N: This is based off of the drabble I posted the other day with the Solo triplets haha, I figured it would be easier to do a fic than try to format another drabble. This way it’s all in one place. Also this totally broke my heart but I loved writing it sooo yeah, enjoy, let me know what you guys think! Also all credit for the TripletAU goes to @kyren

Warnings: Fighting, language

Friday night, one of your favorite times of the week. It was a relief from the weekdays prior and only the intro to your weekend. Especially being a student, you couldn’t help but be ecstatic everytime Friday rolled around and relieved you of your classes. Friday also meant you got to see your boyfriend, Ben Solo. It was the day of the week you both agreed to have declared an official date night. Though Ben almost always made it an evening spent inside his bedroom, he at least made an effort to spoil you.

With a smile you knocked on the white wood door, dropping your arm to your side after a moment. Happily humming to yourself, you teetered on the balls of your feet, bringing your hands in front of you. Your eyes started scanning the halls, observing the surrounding apartments. 

Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Kylo. His dark hair was pulled into some kind of man bun variation, a black hoodie unzipped to show his black tank top, a new subtle septum adorning his nose. You gave him a smile as his brows raised.

“Hey stranger.”

He stuttered, his hand awkwardly trying to grip onto the door.

“H-hey. Long time no see.”

“Is Ben here?”

Clearing his throat Kylo shook his head, his expression seeming to fall for a moment. 

“No, he’s out getting something at the store.”

You nodded, “Oh ok… Can I come in?”

Kylo hesitated, gulping. He shrugged, moving to the side as he gestured for you to enter.

“Y-yeah sure.”

You smiled, patting him on the shoulder as you sauntered into the living room, plopping onto the familiar grey sectional couch.

“You wouldn’t have kicked out your best friend would you?”

The words hit him in an odd way, a way he wasn’t expecting to feel. Seeing you alone brought up feelings he was trying to ignore, hearing you continue to speak however was only making it worse. He couldn’t deny that things changed in your friendship ever since you had started dating Ben, things he couldn’t help but feel mournful over. 

You hadn’t sat and talked for months, hadn’t gone to concerts that you used to go to, no longer visited shops you frequented together, no longer played video games you used to love. It was as if you had faded almost entirely from Kylo’s life. With the way Ben kept you exclusively to himself, not even bringing you around his brothers much unless you were up against a wall they were behind, Kylo was sure he had lost his best friend.

“No…I wouldn’t do that to you.”

You smiled at him warmly, patting the spot next to you.

“Of course you wouldn’t, come sit with me.”

Hesitantly Kylo sat on the couch, a cushion away from you. Arching a brow you watched him seat himself, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with you. Compared to how Kylo acted around you, this was like having an entirely different person before you. He hardly looked at you, spoke even fewer words than usual, seemed hesitant to get anywhere closer to you, as if trying to avoid you. Opting to shrug it off, you sighed, reclining back as you put your feet up on the ottoman. It was likely just Kylo being his brooding self. 

“So what’s been new with you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

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Painful Past

Anonymous: Could you please write an imagine before the reader started to hunt with the Winchesters she was captured and held by (choose any monster) and tortured for a really long time. The boys bring up one of her scars and she panics and Dean calms her down!

Thank you so much for requesting, and sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos.

Summary: Reader was kidnapped and tortured by a demon for a long time before she started hunting with the Winchesters. Never talking about her past, a nightmare brings reader back to her to her time with the demon. When the boys see the aftermath (nightmares and scars) of her secret past, she tells her story and needs Dean more than ever.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (briefly)
Warnings:Violence, not edited, cursing,
Word count: 1,457

“Y/N! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” Dean’s gruff voice shattered through my nightmare and brought me back to the surface of reality. My eyes snapped open and I sat up. I was panting and Dean’s hands were on my shoulders. I lifted my shaky hands to clear my eyes, the aftermath of my nightmare left the skin on my face was wet with sweat and tears. I focused my sight on Dean’s worried features, his green eyes concerned, his lips slightly open, and his hair in complete disarray from sleeping. Over Dean’s shoulder I could see Sam’s tall frame standing in the doorway, his concern matching dean’s.
“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t mean to wake you up again. Go back to bed, I’m fine.” I told them. My throat felt hoarse from screaming and my voice sounded weak and unconvincing. Dean looked back at Sam and is if they had a private conversation, Sam nodded and left my room closing the door behind him. Dean leaned over and switched on the lamp next to me, the yellow light bathed my room in a glow and casted shadows on the walls. Dean was sitting next to me on my bed and pulled the sheets tighter over my body as a chill ran under my skin.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Dean asked patiently.
“No.” I answered immediately. He furrowed his eyebrows and took a deep breath.
“Y/N, does this have to do with your life before Sam and I? You‘ve been hunting with us for 4 years now, and you’ve never told anything about it. So far Sam and I have respected your privacy…but this is the fifth nightmare this week. I’ve been down this road and I promise it will only get worse if you don’t talk about it.” he said calmly as if speaking any louder would send me into a panic attack.
“I just can’t talk about it Dean. You and Sam would look at me differently, things would change, and I can’t have you look at me with the same disgust as he-” I snapped my mouth shut, I let too much slip out.
“Y/N, Sam and I wouldn’t think any differently about you and I would never be disgusted by you in any way. You stood by both Sam and I through the mark of cain, through the demon me, you know about Sam’s past demon blood addiction, you know about the souls I tortured in hell, and not once have you ever turned your back on us. We would never do that to you either.” Dean reached out and took my small cold hands into his big warm ones. I wanted to cry at the things he told me but I held the tears in.
“Do you promise?” I asked in a quiet voice. Dean looked me in the eye and gave me a small smile.
“I promise.” he assured me. I nodded and took a deep breath, trying to decide where to start.
“Ok. This was 6 years ago. I was 18, born and raised in small town in Oregon, near the coast. I just graduate high school and when that summer would end, I would have been attending University in the fall. My life was amazing, perfect even. I loved my parents, I loved my house, I loved my friends. I had a 4.0 gpa, I was in sports, clubs, school events and I had a lot of friends. I graduated with honours, I was homecoming queen. But the most amazing thing thing about my life was my perfect boyfriend. Johhny, he was tall, handsome, captain of the football team. I felt like I lived in those awfully cheesy cliche high school movies. I loved my life, I really loved it.” I said. Dean sat looking at me, eyes curious. This was the first time I have ever talked about my youth. Even when I started with hunting with them, I never told them about my family, or where I was from.
“You told us you were born in Arizona.” Dean said. I pulled my hands out of Dean’s and I looked down at my fingers.
“I lied.” I admitted.
“That’s why Sam couldn’t match your name to the state registry.” Dean said out loud when he pieced it together. “If you loved your life so much, why leave? You were so close to living the apple pie life.” he asked.
“I didn’t leave by choice, trust me. I was leaving Johnny’s house late. I only lived a 15 minute walk from my house so it seemed stupid to call for my dad to pick me up. I took a shortcut through a park. I didn’t even see it coming.” I laughed humorously at myself. “There was a little boy, maybe 10. He said he was too scared to walk home alone in the dark, so I said I would walk with him. At the time, I didn’t know he was a demon, nor did I know he was leading me into a trap.” I tried to stop there, but Dean seemed adamant to know.
“What happened Y/N?”
“I was gagged, stripped, and locked in a room. I was tortured in every way possible. It was different every day, sometimes with knives, whips, wood, their own bare hands, the list goes on and on. I was always in pain, always bleeding. They threatened to kill my family, my friends, Johnny, anyone I had ever come in contact with if I ever tried to run.” I stopped to take a few deep breaths and wipe away a few stray tears that slipped down my cheeks. I kept my head down, not wanting to look at Dean.
“Y/N, that’s….horrible…how long were you there?” Dean asked quietly.
“I was reported missing 1 day after I was taken. When I finally managed to break out…a whole year had gone by…my parents had stopped looking for me, and my friends had moved on to college.” I said.
“A whole year…” I looked up to see Dean’s reaction. His greens eyes flared with pity and sadness.
“I knew I couldn’t go back to my family, the demons would follow me right to them, but I needed to see Johnny, I hoped he could fill me in on what I had missed. I went to his house and he was so happy to see me…I missed him a lot too. He told me about how my parents searched for 6 months, people thought I had some kind of mental breakdown and just left, I didn’t tell him otherwise instead I let him believe that and never told him the truth. Anyway, that night Johnny and I were getting…intimate…it had been so long since I had seen him and I was in love with him at the time. But the moment my shirt came off…he looked at me in disgust. Repulsed by the scars he told me to leave and never come back. So I did, I left. I became a hunter, tracked down the demons that ruined my life and got my revenge. Then I met you and Sam. You know the rest.” I finished. Dean clenches his fist and shut his eyes.
“Y/N it wasn’t your fault, what happened to you, that was awful. And that son of a bitch is too selfish to realize what he gave up. I could never look at you in disgust or send you away. Never.” he said reassuringly. I didn’t say anything, instead I turned around so my back faced him and slowly took my shirt off and covered my bare breasts with my hands. It was dead silent, only our breathing could be heard. A warm hand lightly touched my scarred back, tracing one of the whip marks. Dean’s touch sent waves of heat and electricity down my body, it had been so long since anyone has touched me this way and I couldn’t help but crave for more. He dragged his fingers up my back and onto my shoulder, he gently turned me back to face him. His green eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes. I studied his handsome face as he leaned closer. I shut my eyes when he did and felt a soft pressure on my lips. He kissed me soft enough to keep it sweet but hard enough to know he was holding back his want. Dean cupped my cheek in his large hand and rested his forehead on mine.
“Y/N they are a part of you and I will want you no matter what.” Dean whispered.

Won’t Let Go - Part 1 - Leonard McCoy

Pairing: leonard mccoy x reader 

Summary: short fic (or ficlet, if you’re nasty) based off “say you won’t let go” by james arthur. this is the first verse until the first chorus. EDIT: im gonna make it the stages of a relationship instead of following the song exactly. also this part takes place before bones, reader, and jim have graduated from the academy. OKAY? COOL!

Word count: 1,102

Warnings: fluff

A/N: ok the summary says it all, really. i love this song too much and for some reason thought of bones while listening to it today. as i already said, this is just the first verse! it’s a cute, short lil story. SO ENJOY IT, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK, ETC. 

The vacant San Francisco streets were lined and illuminated by quaint street lamps every few feet. Though their light was much dimmer than what would be considered adequate and their purpose was likely primarily aesthetic, it kept the two of you from bumping into the fire hydrants with chipped orange paint and trashcans with glossy green paint as you stumbled into his side repeatedly.

Leonard didn’t know you for very long and, even after discounting the amount you’d spoken over the last few hours, you felt familiar to him. He liked the sparkle in your eyes when he first approached you to speak, liked your too-loud laugh which rang through the club Jim had forced him into, and liked the tightness with which your arms stayed locked over his shoulders as you danced too slowly to a too-fast song. Most of all, though, he liked the way in which you looked at him with a smile that reached your eyes and wrinkled the bridge of your nose— like he was familiar to you, too.

It was half-past three and you both walked side-by-side through the Mission District. You held an over-filled ice cream sandwich in your hand and he held a precarious ice cream bar in his— those, combined with the bottles of water weighing your bag down, formed your modest loot from the 24-hour pharmacy that you insisted on visiting when he found your drunken persuasion face too amusing to refuse.

Leonard glanced at you as you laughed about the awful mistake which was the Indian-Italian fusion restaurant you passed and couldn’t help but smile back.

He nodded towards your hand when you met his gaze. “Your ice cream’s meltin’ all over your hand, sweetheart.”

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Gavin first meets Michael as he’s being thrown out of a bar after being caught pick-pocketing. Gavin made the rather stupid mistake of trying to take the wallet of a guy three times his size, with no backup, no weapon on him, and only his drunken impulses to guide his actions. The huge guy felt his sloppy hands, grabbed Gavin’s wrist, and threatened to beat him to death. Gavin would insist later that he was already making a plan to get out of it, already spinning the starts of lies in his head, the start of a flashy smile. But if he’s being honest he was scared. He was young, he’s been in this trash of a city for all of three months, and he has no way out of this.

“Hey!” A voice calls besides Gavin and he looks to find a short curly-haired man who couldn’t be much older than himself, freckles spattering his scowl. “The dude is like eighty pounds, leave him alone.”

The man gripping Gavin’s wrist turns to the other, his snarl getting deeper. “Fuck off, this is between me and the twink.”

The strange savior insists again he find someone his own size to pick on. The giant again tells him to fuck off. At some point a punch is thrown, the police are called, and Gavin and the stranger get shoved out the back entrance being told to never come back.

“Thanks for that,” Gavin chirps to the stranger, holding out his hand to shake. “I would’ve been ok, but thanks for the help anyway. The smegpot looked outright mean.”

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The Down Side of Coming Out

summary: Mark makes a very sweet coming out video because he loves both Amy and Ethan with all his heart, but Ethan wasn’t out to his parents yet and some fans started to make comments about Amy ‘getting in the way’ of there otp

Type: angst, fluff

ships: Amy + Ethan + Mark

“so guys, what I’m trying to say, is that I love them. Both of them. And yes, I know that’s not how relationships are supposed to work but I can’t help it. I can’t help my sexuality and I can help who I fall in love with. Ethan, Amy if you’re watching this, I love you both with all my heart.” Mark wiped his tears off his face before ending the video and uploading it with out editing it.

He has wanted to to that for so long. He felt so free now. Like he was aloud to love and like his love was valid. Mark decided he wanted to spend the rest of the day with the two most amazing and beautiful people he knows. He walked out of his recording room and went to where Ethan and Amy where editing.

“Hey stars,” Mark smiled as he used one of names he called Amy and Ethan when they where together “I made the video.”

Both Amy and Ethan looked up at him. Amy was beaming, she was so happy she could start being public about there relationship. She has a file on her phone of pictures that she had been waiting to be able to post. Ethan on the other hand didn’t look as happy. Of course he gave Mark permission to make the video and post it, but he hadn’t told his parents and was honestly, a little scared. His parents had told him that he wasn’t aloud to be gay, so he didn’t think they would be very happy about him dating more than one person and one of them being a guy.

Ethan smiled anyway, pushing the feeling down and deciding to focus on the fact it was over and he had people who would love him even if his parents didn’t.


Mark had never felt happier. He was dating the most beautiful woman in the world and he was dating the most handsome man in the world. He was out and had seen a lot of support and had said beautiful and handsome people curled up to him on either side. Mark felt butterflies in his stomach from how happy he was. All three of them where slowly starting to drift off to sleep when Ethan’s phone went off.

*deep beep imma sheep, I said beep imma sheep*

Ethan’s annoying ring tone filled the quiet room waking everyone up.

Half asleep, Ethan grabbed his phone and picked up the call.

“hello?” Ethan suddenly bolted away from Mark and quickly stood. by the look on his face he was horrified. “H.. Hey Dad”

Amy and Mark looked at each other with concern. Ethan had told them his parents might not be happy but he didn’t really make I big deal out of it.

“please Dad… Ok but if you just listen to me… ok… yes sir… I understand… I’m sorry…”

After Ethan hung up his phone he looked down. There was sadness in his eyes, but only for a second as they where soon replaced by anger. Ethan through his phone across the room smashing it agenst a wall befor falling to his knees and sobbing.

With in seconds Amy and Mark where both by his side. Mark holding him and rubbing his back and Amy telling him to breath and helping him to calm down.

“Blue bird,” Mark spoke as softly as he could “what was that about?”

Ethan looked up at Mark before looking down and saying “My dad says I’m not his son anymore and they have no place for… for a freak in there family.”

Mark’s heart shattered. How could someone do that? How could someone be so cold and so heartless to someone as amazing as Ethan?

“I’m so sorry blueberry,” Amy spoke quietly “I promise you’re going to be okay. I know this is hard, I couldn’t begin to understand what it’s like, but where here for you okay?”

Ethan nodded before leaning into his lovers arms, feeling protected by them.


Ethan was fast asleep, sandwiched between Amy and Mark, who where both on there phones.

Amy had posted a picture of Ethan, Mark, and her all at the beach. Ethan was in cute light blue swim trunk and Mark was in bright red ones. Amy was in a beautiful yellow bikini that had little bits of green on it. They all looked happy.

Amy decided to look at the comments. She saw alot saying how cute they all where. She also saw alot saying it was wrong, which she ignored easily. Then she saw a bunch saying they felt bad for Amy, saying the was getting in the way and didn’t relise it. She looked over the comments like this but there where alot. There where also alot of replies saying it’s her life and that they where happy together. There where also replies agreeing with the comments.

Amy felt something inside start to hurt. Did they really not want her around? Was she getting in the way? Would they be happier with out her?

“Amy,” Mark’s voice pulled her from he thoughts “you okay babe?”

“Mark… Do, do you and Ethan like having me around or would you be happier with out me?” Amy asked sadly

“What? Of course we like having you around we love you! why?”

Amy felt tears falling and she quickly felt a need for her boyfriends to hug her “The comments on that picture I posted from the beach… there was a lot of people saying you’d both be happier with out me.

Mark reached over and wiped her tears away “it’s not true Amy. I love you and Ethan loves you, we’d both be way less happy if we didn’t have you. I promise.”

"Thank you” Amy smiled.

Mark waited for Amy to fall asleep before getting up, careful not to wake his loves. He quietly walked down the stares to his recording room and started a recording.

“Hey. So earlier today, I came out and um, since then, I… I’ve been shocked at everything that had happend. So… A few things have happend and I’m going to go over them and I need you guys to listed. I’d this is you, if you are doing any of this, It needs to stop. So, first of all, to Ethan’s family, Fuck. You. What gives you the right to treat Ethan like he’s nothing purely because of his sexual orientation. What gives you the right to tell a 20 year old, who isn’t even old enough to drink, who you promised to love and take care of no matter what, what gives you the right to take away everything he is? Why do you get to decide his punishment for being himself and why would you do something as drastic as to tell him he’s not family anymore? it doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that you all know that Ethan is better than any of you will ever know. Weather he sees it or not he is perfect. Maybe perfect isn’t good enough for you, but that’s fine. If you don’t want him don’t think this will slow him down or hurt him because just because you left him doesn’t mean he’s alone.” Mark took a deep breath and wiped his tears.

“Now, the second thing that happend involves Amy. I love her just as much as I love Ethan, and for the most part this community has be great, but to those of you who feel the need to attack Amy and to tell her she isn’t loved or to tell her she’s holding Ethan and I back, is bull shit. Amy is one of the best people I know and I would, and so would Ethan, we would be do much worse with out her. I need you guys to stop. If you are spreading this bull shit stop. If you are posting the bull shit stop. If you see this bull shit, report it. please help me make this stop. I love Amy. I love Ethan. If you have a problem than instead of crying about it and trying to hurt us, grow a pair and leave this community. there’s no place for you here.”

Mark finished up the video than posted it again, without editing.

He as quietly as he could walked back to bed where he was greeted by his two lovers wide awake with tears in there eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Mark panicked

“you, you left the door open,” Ethan smiled wiping his tears “we heard what you said. we love you too”

Mark smiled before jumping on top of his stars. He loves calling them that, because as cheesy as it was, they are the light of his light.


welp, that’s the first fic on this account. I hope you guys liked it! If anyone has any ideas for future story or has any head canons they’d like to share feel free to send an ask or message me ♡


Ive liked you for a while, actually

Jinyoung(Got7) x reader

Requested: No
Author: Admin E
Warnings: None
Genre: fluff

Edited: 170510
Posted: 170525


You sighed heavily as Jinyoung nagged you for the third time that day. Being a trainee at JYP was hard work, and he wasn’t helping. “Jinyoung, Im trying to practice my dance, now please leave me alone. I don’t want to sleep with you like every other girl here does.” He huffed and turned away, but quickly came back to you, with a smirk set on his face. ‘But what if I don’t want to sleep with you on the first date? What about that hmm?’ You rolled your eyes and walked away from him, getting some water and going to your locker. He followed you there, still nagging. “Oh my god if I go on one date with you, will you please quite nagging me all the time?” His face lit up, then looked at you with disbelief. ‘Your not kidding? You will?’ “If you quite nagging me then yes!” 'Well ill see you tonight, at 7:00?’ “Thats fine now I have to change so go.” He winked and left.

You walked out of the building with your fresh clothes on and decided to go home and get ready for this date that you reluctantly decided to go on. You dressed semi casual, just a simple dress with sandals. You brushed your hair and put on simple makeup. Ten minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring. You got up and opened it to find Jinyoung standing there, in a button up shirt and jeans. You looked him up and down slowly, checking him out. 'Ugh, don’t think like that!’ You thought. He smirked and started checking you out. You suddenly regretted wearing this dress. 'Well hello there, beautiful.’ You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Don’t call me that please.” You stepped out of the door and went to his car. He followed and opened your door. You got in and sat down, putting on your seatbelt. He got in and put his on, then started to drive.

Jinyoung parked the car in front of a park. You looked over at him, surprised. “Your taking me here for a date?” He started to stutter and fumble his words. 'I- do you want to go somewhere nice?’ “No no, this is great. I just thought that you’d take me back to your place because you know, you kinda sleep with every woman that you see.” He sighed and hung his head. 'I really don’t, people make that up because I just flirt a lot. Im not saying I haven’t slept with women, but just not everyone.’ You looked at him astonished. He just confessed to you something no one else could have known. “Im uh, really sorry for how I acted and what I said earlier. I just thought-” 'Yea, everyone does. Its fine.’ He got out and opened your door, smiling a genuine smile. You got out and intertwined his fingers with yours. You guys walked and talked, and soon the short date stretched into a three hour long one. As you were walking back, Jinyoung stopped. “Are you ok?” 'Yea, um, Y/N? I really liked this and I hope you did too.’ “It wasn’t as bad as I thought. I want to do this again, actually.” You smiled and got on your tiptoes, giving him a quick peck on the lips. He responded quickly, keeping you in place and turning it into a full on kiss. When you pulled back, he was red and smiling like an idiot. 'Ive liked you for a while, Y/N. I just never knew how to say it.’ “Well truth is, I like you too.” You both got into his car and he dropped you off at your dorm, waving goodbye.

Golden Fleece (Part 5 - Final)

Originally posted by memoryrecovery

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,095

Warnings: angst, anxieties, implied sex, drunken antics

Summary: You have feelings for Steve, and he seemed to feel the same way  until you spent the night together. Now, he can’t even look at you. He avoids you at all costs. You decide to confront him at one of Tony’s parties - that is until you see him and he has Sharon Carter on his arm…

A/N: So I’m sorry that a) this is not a one shot like it was planned, and b) it isn’t great probably. It is 4.30am and my brain is fried but I’m posting it and I will most likely edit later. Maybe. I’ll have to re-read it with a fresher mind. But here is the whole thing in it’s entirety that I wrote and finished tonight <3 I hope you enjoy this little rollercoaster of emotions

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

You’re over and you’re fine

Stop milking the situation

And it hurts all the time you stay an extra day

You’re over and you’re fine

You even had people over

And it hurts all the time

Stop milking the situation

Sitting down by her side, between her and Clint, you rested your head on her shoulder knowing full well that she was probably working through your thoughts already.

You felt sadness overcome you, tears threatening to spill over, before she wrapped her arms around your shoulders.

“It’s ok my lovely, you are beautiful and charming and if he can’t see that, then that is his loss.” Her words were quiet in your mind, allowing you to seek her solace in private.

Your eyes looked up to see Steve over by the bar, leaning against it with Sharon, engaged in what appeared to be an interesting conversation with the way she was leaning into him.

How many times must you remind yourself that he was fine without you. As if he sensed your gaze, he turned to see you cuddled into Wanda and made his way through the crowd.

You tensed your body, ready to walk away but Wanda held you strong against her, “he is only coming to see if you’re ok” she whispered in your head. You breathed a small sigh of a relief, giving into the alcohol’s warmth as it flooded your veins.

You shut your eyes, only for a second, but when you opened them again you were face to face with him for the first time in weeks. He was crouched on the floor in front of you, concerned etched on his features.

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Yoongi Scenario: One Lucky Girl.

Request: I’d like to request a yoongi scenario! A fluffy one, cause cute yoongi is never enough~~ ㅋㅋㅋ Maybe something related to idol life, any variety show… U can decide, something fluff/long and maybe funny!? Idk, I just want more yoongi
Genre: Fluff / Romance.

The broadcast ended with a clap, and everyone in the set gave each other the traditional “Good job” or “You did well” of the end of the day. Everything came up perfectly and the director congratulated them for their hard work and funny jokes, but Yoongi had a feeling that this special TV program was going to give him problems.

It was a special TV edition for BTS in which they made a concourse for the fans and one of them was selected to have a lunch with one of the BTS members; the idea was fun and appealing for everyone and they were sure fans would love it, but when he came out as the selected member with whom the fan was going to have the lunch with, Yoongi started to think that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
He was in the van with his members when he received a text from you, you wanted to meet him at the dorm later.

I’ll be waiting for you babe

Yoongi tried not to smile to himself and give away that he was talking to you, but that was too late, Taehyung was leaning on his shoulder reading the text and of course reading it out loud. –Hyung has a date with his girlfriend! -

The car erupted in catcalls and laughter, Yoongi slapped Taehyung on the forehead. –Yah, What have I told you about this? -

-I’m sorry hyung, I’m sorry- Taehyung rapidly apologized. Jimin and Hoseok laughed at his friend being scolded.  

-Yoongi, is Y/N really going? Should I make dinner for one more? -

He nodded at Jin, who apparently was the only sane person besides of him in this group, some people counted Namjoon in that too but Yoongi knew better.

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anonymous asked:

Can you compare and contrast stelenas first love scene to delena"s?

Um, OK. First, I want to talk about the context because I maintain that in 4x07, what Elena needed was to talk to someone she trusted because her life is actually turned upside down.

I mean, she broke up with her boyfriend of three years literally a day previous; her brother brutally attacked her; her best friend tells her she doesn’t even recognize her anymore, like she’s in a really vulnerable place and she actually says earlier on in the episode that she’s confused and what she needs is to be alone to figure everything out. But instead what happens is this:

In 1x10, this is after Stefan tries to leave town because he doesn’t want to further endanger Elena’s life or the other people in the town but because Logan is a newbie vampire he stays around, checks up on her, asks if it’s OK that he’s there, he spends the entire night explaining to Elena why they can’t work:

and Elena has the entire night plus every episode since 1x07 to mull over the pros and cons of their relationship and they actually have a conversation about the danger of him being around her:

They speak about what they wanted their futures to be before their lives became what they are now:

Like they talk so much about each other, about their circumstance, about what this is, what they are, what they could[n’t] be throughout the episode and Stefan still tries to do the right thing and walk away from Elena and Elena has a moment in the car where she resolves herself and refuses to let him walk away from her, there’s build-up for the past 10 episodes and build-up within the episode that leads to this:

So now that context is out of the way, the physicality of their scenes. I mean, Damon and Elena were basically all about just finally being able to bone, relieving all of that sexual tension and frustration, like to me, it really looks like they just need to get it out of their system, it almost feels clinical in that sense because I watch them and I get it that it’s like this-is-so-hot-I-can’t-control-how-much-I-want-you frenzy type of sex but I’m like, you guys look so busy, you guys looks like you’re putting so much energy in being hot are you even enjoying anything you’re doing right now? It looks hella sloppy:

With Stelena, there’s this urgency to their kisses for sure, like they come into the living room from outside already kissing:

But there’s a sense of closeness to that urgency, they’re urgent because they have a physical need to express their love for each other, which is why Elena always brings Stefan’s head closer:

Because their first love scene is about intimacy through sex as opposed to sex for sex’s sake and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with having sex just to have sex, not every time you have it has to be about love but the show is trying to convince me that DE was and it was like, you just needed to get that out of your system.

Like DE was also about, so how many spots in the living room can we hit before we get upstairs:

It’s like really quick. Stelena was about savouring being with each other, it was about connecting with each other, which also brings me to this, there’s so much eye contact between Stefan and Elena:

Because they want to see each other, they want to engage with each other, they really want to feel each other:

Like their lips linger against each other and Stefan actually kisses her again before they pull away to look at each other because they’re like legit connecting. And Damon and Elena do not make eye contact, they’re in bed and just, I mean I know it’s supposed to look like they know what they’re doing but it just looks like they’re clumsily trying to bone, like I’m just seeing limbs:

Like yeah, Elena’s smiling but that smile, to me, just looks like “lol, what are you doing?”

Stelena are like, so it’s about the journey, not the destination, I’m just really about being with you in this moment right now:

and the reciprocity of their pleasure:

And it looks like, I just want to kiss every inch of your skin, I want to memorize your body so let’s take our time.

Whereas this:

I get it, it’s supposed to be hot but again more limbs and Elena’s face just looks like, I mean yeah … as opposed to:

Where it looks like she’s reveling in Stefan’s touch and she strokes her hand over his, which is on her face and there’s MORE eye contact:

Because connection.

^^ Connection.

That’s honestly the biggest difference.

*edit* three years was supposed to be three seasons.