i know this is a bit old but i couldn't help myself

Broken Promises

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: Fluff, smut, smut with lots of feelings, ):

Words: 1,755

A/N: *runs away*

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anonymous asked:

can you recommend some korrasami fics?

Of course I can! Man, I don’t even know where to start, but these are some of the ones that come to mind:

March of Progress by @threehoursfromtroy

The Avatar must protect nature, foster peace, and keep the world safe.
The CEO of Future Industries must expand, innovate, and, at the end of the day, turn a profit.

Korra and Asami have fallen in love, and fallen hard. But when their duties come between them, their world convulses around them, and their pasts still haunt them both, can the world’s most powerful couple survive?

~ I’ve recommended this many times and still stand by this fic (and the whole Comes Marching Home series). We get to see the development of Korra and Asami in terms of their relationship, their characterization and their hardships. Also, the author is an absolute sweetheart!


The Everthere by @guileheroine

Korra and Asami on the steady, special road to life partnership. A post-reunion, post(ish)-college roommate AU.

~ So, I’m not usually a fan of AU stories, but this one has left me stunned on multiple occasions. The characterization of Korra and Asami is divine, their relationship progression is so pure and beautiful and the story is captivating. It’s a slow burn story that is definitely worth your time!


(The characterization in this story reminds me of Nightmares and Daydreams by SorbetLaitier - another sort of slow burn  story that I would highly recommend –> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10837027/1/Nightmares-and-Daydreams)

Absence of Light by @sniperct

Ten years ago, Avatar Korra opened a spirit portal in the center of Republic City. In the decade since, Korra has overseen a new era of peace. But there are dangers old and new, creeping shadows threatening to strangle and choke out the light and throw the world back out of balance. In the absence of light, what hope remains?

~ I’ve recommended this to some people because it’s honestly one of the best stories that I’ve ever read (this too, has its own series called The Avatar and the Inventor). Here, we have a badass married Korrasami couple and a very interesting/dangerous villain. We also get to see some good ol’ characters from ATLA!


All These Broken Hearts on That Pole by Gummy

Korra knew this was insane. Absolutely utterly mad. The first time she ever stepped foot in a strip club and of course she had to fall for one of the strippers. The entire thing felt like a tired, worn out cliche. But cliche or not, something was happening and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let it slip through her fingers.

~ This is another AU involving a strip club - need I say more? I haven’t read this one in a while, but I would definitely say that it’s worth the read!


Parts to Play by @darling-gypsum

Asami Sato has been raised her whole life to distrust benders, but now, she doesn’t know quite what to make of the Avatar. The two girls bond as the Equalist threat looms over Republic City, but the threat could be closer than Korra realizes. Asami’s allegiances are tested. (designed to blend the “Asami Equalist AU” into most of the show canon, so Korrasami, Makorra, and Masami ships are all acknowledged and explored) 

Unseen moments in the last two books, as Korra and Asami fly out of and back into each other’s lives.Sequel to “Parts to Play” Books 1 & 2.

~ This is definitely a must-read story! It takes an alternative path in books 1 & 2 with an equalist!asami narrative. Book 3 & 4 are more of what we are used to in the show. The characters really get fleshed out and we get to see lot of behind-the-scenes moments/interactions. A very beautiful story/series indeed! 



Book 5: Light by @asami-snazz

A complete Book 5 story following Korra and Asami from the final and beyond as the couple navigate through their new relationship whilst also dealing with rising anti-spirit tension at home and considerable political instability in the rest of the Four Nations as Korra and Asami are tested more than ever before.

“The canon seemed to be being fired carelessly from the Spirit Wilds. Korra…No…Gut instinct told Asami that the Avatar would be there.”

~ I’ve always had a great liking for this story! Very nice characterization and relationship-building for both Korrasami  with a really neat plot! It starts out fluffy but gets very interesting as the chapter go on! We get to Asami have some amazing moments and we also get to see a bit more about Korra’s mental state. Highly recommend this!


Some other must-reads that are well-known include:

The Seeking Balance series by SimplyKorra (a.k.a weissrose on this site) 


Spin the Rails series by @lokgifsandmusings and @progmanx


Venti Sized Crush by ZoeReed


They say that true love hurts. Well, this could almost kill me by frenetic_core 


…and a whole lotta others that I want to include (but this list is already getting too long :p). I haven’t bothered adding my own commentary to these last few ones due to their well-known status. But seriously, read them all!!! 

Hopefully you can find some nice stories in there that you haven’t read before. They all deserve the chance to be read and loved!!! Feel free to add on some other stories if you think I missed some good ones (which I know I did).

One Piece fanfiction ~ ‘Am I Though?’

A short story inspired by a post made by @sableu about Sabo, I couldn’t help myself XD

Sabo had been training to use Haki for years, a task that had not been easy to say the least (and with Dragon as his teacher no less). At nineteen years old, he was confident that his Armament Haki was the most developed of the two he’d learned; he’d started imbuing his pipe with it during battle, and whilst it was somewhat draining even for him, it was very effective. His Observation Haki was still a bit sketchy at times, and he couldn’t even blame his left eye for it. Nevertheless, he was improving, getting stringer every day, and he was proud of himself.

However in this particular instance, he didn’t need his Observation to know that Elric, a fellow colleague he’d known for years since he’d joined the Revolutionary Army, was staring at him from the other side of the room from the corner of his eye. They were sorting through documents that Dragon had wanted to dig up again after recent happenings in the South Blue, and though the silence had at first been companionable, Sabo was starting to feel…awkward.

Just when he was about to give in and ask Elric what his deal was, the man himself spoke up, “…I don’t mean to be weird or anything, but chief, you know…”

Sabo looked up from the cabinet he’d been sifting through and turned to Elric expectantly. “Hm?”

Elric shifted, looking suddenly uncomfortable as heat crept up his neck and turned his cheeks pink. “Uh well, this is just an observation really, but,” he said, rubbing the back of his head abashedly. “…you’re really pretty.”

Sabo nearly dropped the papers in his hands as he stared at Elric blankly. Elric stared back for a moment before clearing his throat roughly and turning back to his own stack of files, the conversation left awkwardly at that. Sabo blinked once more.



Sabo was…pretty?



Did…did people actually think that, or was it just Elric? Then again Elric did have a relationship with Mary that was clearly more than just a professional one but…still…



Sabo was pretty?

It was only until Elric announced that he’d found the documents that Sabo realized he’d been virtually standing there staring into space for the past five minutes, and he snapped out of his trance and followed the man out of the room and back into the hallways of Baltigo.


For the rest of the day, Sabo could think of almost nothing else other than the comment Elric had made. He’d even looked at himself in the mirror to understand how or why. He stared into the reflective surface, turning his head this way and that; blonde curls he’d decided to let grow out, blue eyes with a hint of green (aside from the left eye, left discoloured due to whatever incident had left the scars that marred that side of his face and half his body), the shape of his face, his skin easily tanned, his build…

Sabo thought himself to be a lot of things over the years; a soldier, a friend, the Chief of Staff, an amnesiac, a little crazy maybe – a monster, a criminal, in the eyes of enemies or the world government – but, holy hell, he’d never pegged himself as pretty of all things. He’d never even considered it.

So later that evening, as he and Koala were finishing up the final stack of reports until they retired to their rooms, Sabo stood abruptly from his desk and asked, point-blank because he couldn’t quite take it anymore, “Hey Koala, am I…pretty?”

Koala’s pen froze over her final report. She lifted her head and slowly turned in her chair to face him, and any other day at any other time Sabo would’ve laughed at the look she was giving him. “…what the hell kind of question is that?” she asked him.

Sabo gestured himself, namely his face, and pinned her with his own look that screamed ‘I don’t know either but I can’t stop thinking about this so help me I’m desperate’. Am I though?” he insisted.

Koala opened her mouth to answer, and then slowly closed it. Blue eyes stared at him, looking him up and down, calculating and considering, and Sabo waited in silence, though his patience was wearing thin. Finally, Koala leaned back in her chair, looking defeated yet slightly awed, and muttered,


Sabo blinked. “Hm?”

“You really are,” she said. “That’s so annoying.”

“How is that annoying?!”


“I dunno, it just –“ the young woman gestured wildly at nothing, “it just is!”

“You’re making no sense, oh my god.”

“Hey you asked me if you were pretty! You’re the one not making any sense, Chief! Where, where the hell did that even come from?!”

“Elric said so!”

“Out of the blue?!”





“I don’t know!”


“Hey, what’s going in in here?”

It was then that Hack burst in through the door, pinning the two humans with a confused and somewhat annoyed gaze. “You’re aware of what time it is, aren’t you? What’s with all the yelling?” the fishman asked, looking at Sabo in particular. Noticing his stare, Sabo pouted. “Why’re you looking at me when you ask that?”

“Because you’re the one who causes the most trouble.”

“I resent that.”

“Hack,” Koala snapped her fingers to gain the fishman’s attention, and both he and the young blond turned to her as she jabbed a thumb at Sabo. “Do you think Sabo’s pretty?”

Hack stared at her, then looked at Sabo. “What kind of question is that?” he muttered.

Is he though?!” Koala cried at the same time Sabo cried “Am I though?!”

Hack then turned his full attention to Sabo, a webbed hand stroking his admittedly extravagant moustache as he hummed thoughtfully. Just as Sabo began to feel just a tad like a lab experiment under the fishman’s intense gaze, Hack dropped his hand back to his side, his expression unreadable as always.


Sabo’s jaw dropped, and Koala threw her head back and howled with laughter. “Seriously?!”


Outside the room, Revolutionaries heard the mini shouting match as they moved down the hallways, catching bits and pieces of the conversation, and whilst some laughed and some shook their heads with exasperated grins, Dragon, leader of the Revolutionary Army and reputed as the most dangerous man in the eyes of the government, shook his head and sighed from his seat in his own office a few doors down.

Don’t they have work to get on with? He muttered inwardly as he scanned through sheets of data. Outwardly though, he found himself smirking in wry amusement.

He is prettier than other nobles I’ve met, that’s for sure.

Couldn't Have Done it Better Myself

Lin x Reader
Word Count: 1854
Summary: Petulant Lin is a little bit upset/jealous that your (5 year old) son asks you for help writing his first play

“Daddy will be so excited,” your son said grinning, holding his small face in his hands as the two of you sat on your living room floor.

“He will be so happy,” you agreed, giggling. You picked you your pen and continued to write every word your little boy said; he had told you yesterday that he wants to write a play, just like his father does. However, he can’t really write all of his letters yet, so he needed you to do that part for him.

“And then they have to fall in love,” your son stated, looking up at you expectantly, “Just like you and daddy did.”

You nodded your head in understanding, “Of course,” you smiled, “What should they say to each other?”

“Um,” he thought, scrunching his face up, “Maybe they say… I love you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

You chuckled and nodded your head, “Alright,” you said, writing it down as the door swung open.

“Daddy’s home!” Your son cried excitedly as Lin walked in, beaming.

“Hi,” he grinned, putting his bag down and walking over to the two of you. Your son climbed over the paper you two were working on, obstructing his father’s view of it. Lin kissed your cheek gently before reaching out his arms for his boy, like he usually did. Except instead of his son running into his arms and hugging him tightly, he instead kept his little body covering the play he was currently working on.

“Dad!” Your son yelled, “You have to go! You can’t see this, dad!” He exclaimed, trying his best to conceal his little gift.

Lin pouted, letting his arms flop to his sides, “Where’s my hug?” He asked, petulantly.

Your son sighed heavily, making you smirk, “Do you want to give him a hug?” You asked gently, “I’ll cover the paper if you do.”

“Okay,” your son said, lifting himself off of the papers, waiting until you picked them up and held them to your chest before throwing himself into his father’s arms.

“That’s better,” Lin chuckled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your son’s shoulder, “I missed you,” he said, kissing him on his cheek.

“I missed you too, dad,” your little boy grinned, “I have a present for you,” he grinned, unable to control his excitement.

“You do?” Lin asked, acting shocked, “Can I see it?”

Your son shook his head, “No,” he laughed, “It’s not done yet! Momma’s helping me do it.”

“Oh,” Lin replied, not letting the little boy out of his hug quite yet, “When will it be done?”

“Tomorrow,” your boy answered, playing with his fathers hair before using his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss.

Lin chuckled, letting his son down, “Fine,” he sighed, “I guess I’ll let you two finish… Even though I haven’t seen you guys all day today… And I missed you… I guess I’ll just leave…” He sulked, slowly standing and making his way up the stairs.

“I love you!” You called before he was too far away to hear you.

“And I love you, too!” Your son called, prying the papers out of your grasp. “Good,” he continued once he heard the bedroom door close, “He’s gone.”


The next day, you and your son continued writing his play, much to Lin’s displeasure.

“He is just going to love it, isn’t he, mom?” The little boy asked giddily as you began cracking eggs into a bowl. He loved to eat scrambled eggs.

“He really is,” you answered, beaming, “He’s going to be so proud of you.”

Your son nodded his head in agreement, “I’m just like him, hey?” He asked proudly, just as Lin began walking down the stairs.

He peeked his head around the corner before entering, “Am I allowed to come in, yet?” He asked dubiously.

You chuckled as you nodded your head, “You can,” you answered, pouring the mixture into a pan, “I’m making lunch, do you want some?”

Lin nodded his head as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely. “Of course I do,” he answered, “Is my surprise done, yet?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

Shaking your head, you pressed a kiss of your own onto his cheek, “Not yet,” you replied. Lin had been begging you all night to tell him what the surprise was; not knowing was driving him a little bit crazy. Consequently, you too, have been going a little bit crazy.

He sighed, running his hands up and down your sides as he turned around to look at his son, “Do you want to tell me?” He asked, smiling down at his son, hopefully.

Your son shook his head smiling, “Daddy,” he sighed, “You have to wait!” He said. Laughing, he climbed up onto the counter so he could be eye-level with his father. “You have to be patient,” he said, holding his fathers face in his little hands, “That’s what you always say to me!”

Lin nodded his head, pouting, “Okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around his little boy’s waist, holding him close to his chest, “I’ll be patient…”

“Good boy,” your son said, wrapping his arms around Lin’s neck, pulling his fathers face into his shoulder.

You chuckled as you shook your head… Those boys.

As the three of you ate your lunch around the table, you were all talking about little things, when Lin brought up some new ideas for a new story he was working on creating.

“A musical?” You asked, taking a sip of your orange juice.

Lin nodded his head, “I was talking it through with Chris, I think he likes the idea,” he explained, smiling.

“Hey,” your son piped up, “I’m writing a play, too!” As soon as the words left his mouth, his jaw dropped and his little eyes grew twice their usual size.

You bit your lip as Lin’s face was overtaken by a giant smile, “So it’s a play, huh?” He asked his son, smirking.

You little boy slunk against his chair, defeated, “Oh no,” he said quietly, looking up at you in distress, “I let it slip!”

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair, soothingly, “It’s okay,” you cooed, “He doesn’t even know what it’s about, it’s alright,” you said, leaning down to kiss his little forehead.

Your son sighed as your husband smirked, “But I know it’s a play! He exclaimed, “And I can’t wait to read it!”

“Mommy has to go out with her friends, for shopping, so it has to be done tomorrow  instead,” your son explained to his father with a sigh.

Lin nodded his head, the smile refusing to leave his face. “That sounds good to me, Angel.”


That night, after your son was all bathed and in bed, Lin hopped into your bed, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist. “A play?” Was all he said, letting his cheek rest on yours.

You flipped onto your back from your side and Lin laid his head on your shoulder; “A play,” you confirmed, “He wanted to be just like you, but he had trouble deciphering B’s from D’s, so he asked me to help him.”

Lin held you against him closely, sighing. “Why wouldn’t he ask me to help him?” He questioned, “I mean, no offence, but I do have more Tony Awards than you do.”

You rolled your eyes, turning so you were facing him, “You don’t need any awards to tell the difference between a B and a D,” you said with your eyebrows raised, “He just wanted to give you a surprise,” you continued, “He’s really excited about it.”

“I am, too,” you husband sighed, “I wish I could help him write it, is all,” he explained, nuzzling his nose in your hair.

You sighed, running your fingers through his hair, “It’s a gift for you,” you said, “You can’t help write it, otherwise it couldn’t be a gift.”

Lin groaned, “I’ve written two successful broadway musicals,” he stated, “I think I could’ve helped my five year old son write his first play.”

“Lin,” you sighed, “Stop it. You should just be happy that he’s writing any plays at all.”

“I know,” he groaned, “Can you at least tell me what it’s about?” He asked, moving his head from your shoulder to your chest.

“No,” you exclaimed, “It’s a surprise! You’ll see it tomorrow, Lin, stop asking about it,” you chuckled, playing with his hair, making him sink against you.

“Fine,” he sighed, “I can’t wait to read it.”

“And he can’t wait to share it with you,” you said grinning.


The next morning, Lin was awake before you and cooking breakfast downstairs. You knew, because you could smell bacon from your bed, and every time your son makes you breakfast, it’s cereal. Cereal that you have to pour the milk into because he’s not quite strong or coordinated enough for that, yet.

Smiling, you slipped on your dressing gown and went downstairs, where both of your favourite men were; Lin was by the stove, flipping pancakes and your son was on the island, watching your husband as he cooked.

“Momma’s awake!” You son exclaimed, excitedly running up into his room before you could even get a proper greeting.

You laughed and gave Lin a hug as he kissed your cheek, “Good morning,” you said, grinning.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he replied, wrapping the arm not currently being used for flipping pancakes around your waist. “He wouldn’t give me my gift until you were awake,” he explained as your son ran quickly back into the kitchen, your little collection of papers held together with a paperclip.

Excitedly, Lin handed you the spatula and took the play out of his sons hands, beaming, “I can’t wait to read it,” he said through his smile.

Your son stood with his hands clasped with anxiety at his father reading his work; it was the cutest thing you have ever seen. Your husband sat on the ground, so he was level with the little boy as he read the pages. He chuckled and gasped and did all of the appropriate reactions that was sure to make your son fly with happiness.

Finally, when he was done reading, he hugged his son as closely as he could, making the small boy giggle with pure joy, “Did you like it, daddy?” He asked hopefully, looking up at his father eagerly.

Lin laughed as he nodded his head, “I love it!” He exclaimed, “I especially loved the use of pirates, that was a good touch,” he added. “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” your son grinned, suddenly bashful, “Mommy helped me do the writing,” he shrugged, “She’s good at all of her letters, you know.”

“Well, you have a very smart mommy,” Lin grinned as he stood up, lifting his son up into his arms before letting him sit back in spot on the island.

You handed Lin his spatula back before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss, “Isn’t it wonderful?” You asked, biting your lip.

He nodded his head, “Couldn’t have done it better myself.”

...and Always

Alright part to of “Forever…” is here! I couldn’t help myself, I’m so sorry. Here goes. 

Words: 1344

Triggers: Character Death


“Alright here ya go. All the boxes are in the house, now you just have to unpack,” Aaron told me, dropping the keys into my hands. “Good luck.”

“Thanks for everything Aaron!” I called as he got into his car and drove away. I waved and then walked up and unlocked my new front door.

All of the sudden I was picked up bridal style.

“Thomas! What are you doing?” I shrieked as I heard his deep laugh.

“We’re moving into our new home so I have to carry my future wife across the threshold!”


You and Thomas had met two years after you moved to Spain. You had come back for the summer and had decided to move to Paris in the fall. You wanted to start as a world history major, so all of the traveling was good for you.

You two first meet here in the states, just briefly before you moved. Then you bumped into each other again in Paris.

You became friends, started dating, and then the two of you were engaged to be married in November after you return home.

Everything had gotten easier in your life. There was still some pain in your heart after leaving, but meeting Thomas had eased your heart.

Now the two of you were getting your new start. You were getting married in three months and you had never been happier.


“Excuse me is anyone here? I have an appointment with a tailor for a wedding dress?” you called into the seemingly empty stores.

“Yes just a minute!” you heard a voice call. Heavy footsteps came running down the stairs.


“Hello Hercules,” you said as you turned to him.

“Oh my gosh. You’re back,” he told you. He had a sad look on his face. “How are you?”

“I’m good. I’m great actually. How are you?” you asked him genuinely wanting know.

“I’m good. It’s really great to see you. I just want to say, before you stop me, that I’m really sorry about everything that happened. I know that we really hurt you. I guess I didn’t see it coming until it was too late. And then you were gone. Could you ever forgive me?”

He looked like he was going to cry. You felt like you were. You nodded.

“Of course Herc the Merc.” He laughed at the old nickname and wrapped you in a hug.

“Thank you so much Y/N. It means a lot. I’ve missed you. I know everyone else has too. Would you like to see them?”

You broke from the hug.

“Yeah that sounds… really nice. Can you get away?” you asked. He nodded and whipped out his phone and texted everyone.

“Alright let’s get you ready. Today we are tailoring… a wedding dress?” He exclaimed, fairly shocked. You blushed.

“Uh yes. I am getting married.”

“To whom?”


“JEFFERSON! YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED TO JEFFERSON?” Alexander shouted. You flinched.

You told your entire story to Hercules as he was taking your measurements. He told you how Alexander and Thomas didn’t get along, so you were expecting this. You had all made up, hugs passed around, tears being shed.

“Yes Alexander I am. I don’t know why this is such a big deal to you,” you stated calmly. You accepted congratulations from John and the sisters.

Alex sat back down with a pout, grumbling a slight sorry.

“Congratulations Y/N. May I share some news as well?” Lafayette asked.

“Thank you Laf. And yes go right ahead,” you told him smiling. You didn’t have any feeling for him anymore, so you were hoping that he had moved on to someone who wasn’t Jo.

“Well since you announced your engagement, I’m going to announce mine. I asked Adrienne to marry me. She said yes,” He told you. Everyone started cheering and a huge grin broke out on your face.

You gave him a big hug.

“Congrats Laf! I’m so happy for you!”

Everyone passed around their congratulations and warm wishes. Alexander was still fuming in the corner, but Eliza got him to sit up at least.

Your heart felt warmer than ever. You had your friends back, even though there was still a bit of tension in the air, and a wonderful man to wake up next to for the rest of your life.


“I’m glad that you made up with everyone my sweet. Although I did meet that Alexander Hamilton guy. He isn’t my type,” Thomas told you. You laughed and kissed him on his check.

“Well don’t worry about him. Now what did James say about being your best man?” You asked him with a giant grin on your face.

“He said yes.”

You squealed. “Oh that’s so great! Dolley said yes to becoming my maid of honor as well!”

Thomas smiled and pulled you into a giant hug, giving you a warm kiss on the lips.

“I love you so much Thomas.”

“I love you too my angel. Always.”

“Forever and always,” you replied.

You paused.

“Can we invite Hercules and the others to the wedding?”



Everything was going nicely. Hercules had tailored you a beautiful wedding dress and everyone decided that they would come to your wedding.

Eliza was forcing Alexander to show up.

When you were finally able to meet Adrienne she was one of the nicest people that you had ever meet. The two of you stayed up for hours talking, and she was also going to be one of your bridesmaids.

“Adrienne I have to confess to you that I was once in love with Laf, before I moved to Spain. I just thought that you should know, just in case this changes something about our friendship,” you told her as the two of you were having lunch together.

“I suspected. I know that Lafayette was once in love with you too. But I know that neither of you have feelings for the other anymore. I can see the way that you look at Thomas, like he’s the only one in the room. He looks at you the same way,” she told you, giving you one of her best smiles.

“Yeah. I can see that in the way that Lafayette looks at you.”

The two of you smiled, and continued chatting. After a while you left to go meet the boys in the park. You threw away all of your trash and walked out of the small coffee shop.

You started to cross the street, lost in your thoughts about everything that had just happened and will be happening.

You heard Adrienne scream.


Then darkness.

“Today we are here to honor the memory of Miss Y/N who was killed three days ago in a hit and run. We have two men here who would like to say something in her memory. Mr. Jefferson would you like to start?”

The entire audience was silent except for the soft sounds of crying. Thomas wiped his tears away and walked up to the podium.

“Y/N was the love of my life. I loved her more than anything in the entire world. We went through a lot of problems together, and I will never forget her, never move on. She was one of the nicest people and sacrificed a lot for others. But she was also one of the strongest. She went through a lot of stuff but she fought through it. She was my rock and I’m always going to love her. Always.”

“Mr. Lafayette?”

Tears were falling even faster now.

“Y/N was my best friend. I hate to say that there was a time that we stopped being best friends, because I ended up pushing her to the side. I regret everything about that year, and I wish that I could go back and make it all better. Because if I didn’t push her away that year, maybe she wouldn’t have left and we wouldn’t be sitting here today. Y/N you will always be my best friend. Always.”


“Yeah, forever and always.”

Muke! Clingy Pt.2

Part 1

Words: 1.8K

Warning: Smut

Requested: YES SO MANY.

Summary: After what happened last time…Luke has been ignoring Michael….dun dun dun Also most of this was written by @madaboutmichael who you should follow because she’s amazing!!

*Michaels POV*

It had been a week. A week since Luke told me. I still didn’t know how I felt. It wasn’t something that I had eve thought about. Sure the fans ship us and we’d had interview where we’d been asked about it but I just wasn’t sure. I had thought about it, over this week that is. Luke went from clingy to completely avoiding me and it was pissing me off.

Me and Ashton were sitting by the pool in the hotel as we had it to ourselves. Luke went out with his girlfriend, yes after what happened Luke was still with her and I don’t know why since he said he loved me. Maybe I’m a bit jealous but you would be to if the person you loved admitted there feelings and then went back to there plan B. Wait. Do I love Luke? No, I’m not gay I’m defiantly into girls..but that night with Luke..No. I sighed running my hands through my hair. Why was this so difficult.

“Whats difficult?” Ashton said whilst squirting sun cream into his hand. I didn’t realise I had said that out loud. I thought of telling Ashton my problems because he’s always been like a older brother, a agony aunt, but decided against it.

“Nothing” I mumbled taking off my t-shirt.

“Is it Luke?” He asked, I shot my head up looking at him questionably.

“W-what, what about Luke?”

“The fact he’s completely in love with you and you’re confused”

“How did you know?”

“He tells me everything”

“Oh” I sighed looking into the pool.

“So, do you love him?”

“I don’t know what love is”

“Well, Love is when you can’t get the other person out of your head, when you love everything about them all there insecurities and imperfections. When you’re completely draw to them and being without them hurts, now I’m not a genius but I know Luke feels that way and this week has been hard for him” Ashton stood up making his way inside the hotel, just as Luke walked out. He was wearing his blue swim shorts with black flowers on. He look so pretty. He was hiding away his tummy as he got into the pool slowly. He was such a beautiful human. I walked over to the other edge of the pool sliding in. Luke was doing laps and so he passed me.

“Luke” I whispered as he got close to me

“Yes Mikey” he said turing around from swimming away

“Why have you been avoiding me?” I asked, he swam closer to me and wiped his wet hair back away from his face.

“I thought that would be what you wanted”

“Why would I want my best friend to avoid me?” He sighed and looked at me with glossy eyes

“Because thats all I’ll ever be to you” he spoke softly whilst playing with his hands underwater. I leant against the edge of the pool just admiring him. His blonde hair flat against his forehead. His blue eyes looking into the pool which made his eyes more vibrant blue. Not the ordinary sky blue, or the colour of the paint flaking off of the old shed in the back of the field, or even the little flowers that spring up by the side of the road. His eyes were blue like the sea, crystal clear blue- shimmering and crashing and churning. Looking into his eyes you could hear the waves falling against the shore, see the foam flying into the air. His eyes were blue like the sky right before the sun disappears- dark rich indigo, with specks of wild colours here and there. His eyes were blue like that warm wool sweater that you put on when the air gets that chill- comfortable, warm, familiar. His eyes were that kind of blue. The blue that I was in fact in love with.

“You’re so much more to me Luke”

“W-what?” he stuttered biting his lip and looking at me whilst his lip quivered

“I’m in love with you Luke, I didn't realise at first but Ashton described love and I couldn't help but think of you”

“R-really?” he said letting go of his lip and letting a tear run down his cheek

“Yeah” I smiled, my heart fluttered and he returned the smile and swam up to me placing his hands on my shoulders kissing me. This kiss was different to last this was filled with so much more passion as the fact we both admitted our feelings.

The kiss started to get heated making my member below start to tingle causing me to twitch under Luke’s touch. He must have noticed my sudden movement because he smirked into the kiss as his tongue found mine and glided against it earning a moan from me.

This past while when Luke has been ignoring me, I labelled him as shy and timid when it came to expressing how he felt about us. I think I’ve changed my mind right now. In this moment Luke was dominant and needy. His hand slowly found it way into the waist band of my shorts. Wrapping his long, thin fingers around my throbbing cock. He was teasing me and I loved it. I need him. Not like any other times me have had oral and anal sex. I need him to make love to me, both of us showing each other how much we mean this.

Detaching my lips from luke who whined at the lose of contact however he was now pumping my hard cock quickly in my shorts trying to pull them down. As much as I would love him to fuck me right now in the pool we can’t just public display when Ashton was lurking about.

It was my time to tease “Not here princess” Luke blushed at the pet name I had given him knowing that’s that turns him on. Luke removed his hand from my shorts, then licking my pre cum off his fingers before shoving it into my mouth forcing me to taste myself. It oddly tasted so good which only made me even more horny.

It wasn’t long before we made our way through the house struggling to keep our hands to ourselves. Making it the first bedroom we passed. Locking the door behind us knowing Ashton could walk in at any moment.

I was then pushed onto the bed, landing on my back with Luke straddling my hips, slightly grinding on my now visible erect cock. “Right there baby” I moaned groggily, feeling my breathing hitch loving how Luke makes me feel.

Skipping the foreplay. Our sexual desire too strong for delay. Luke and I was always stimulated enough to jump right in.

Flipping me over on the bed Luke spread my ass cheeks so that he had a clear view of my ball sacks. He grabbed them and started rolling them with the palm of his hands as I reached to pump on my cock.

“NO! Mikey baby, tonight I’m making you feel good, just lay relax and enjoy the pleasure as I insert my huge cock into your ass, sending waves of orgasms though your long beautiful body” I rolled my eyes in pleasure loving the sound of Luke trying to seduce me with his dirty talk.

Before I could react he shoved his large member into my back end. My body jolted and tightened. My eyes squeezed shut as my ass adjusted to his length. Luke was pacing himself gently riding into me, his balls slapping against my skin. I winced in slight pain, Luke slowly stopped pumping into me.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” His once dark eyes were full of lust were not soft and back to their normal crystal blue dazzle. I sucked in a breath. Nodding my head slightly

"I’m adjusting to your length bab-I mean luke, it’s been a while since we last you know” I trailed off feeling embarrassed, I could feel a slight blush creeping on my pale cheeks.

“Call me babe, don’t be embarrassed kitten, I’ll go slower just tell me when it feels good yeah?” Again I nodded softly as Luke inserted his length back into my ass as he slightly creased my ass cheeks in the process. I looked at Luke through my eyelashes watching him put his middle finger and index finger in his mouth as he sucked them to make them moist, then rubbing them over my whole before he penetrated my ass again.

The pain was now lessening with each thrust and I was move over powered with waves of pleasure. “L-lu-kkee right there. Yes fuck me in the ass like that” a sensation flushing over my whole body as he slapped my ass again this time with force. I was sure he was going to leave his handprint. His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier as I reached my high. “Babe I’m going to cum” my stomach knotted as I reached my climax orgasming over Luke’s stiff cock. I couldn’t control my moans of pleasure, Luke sucked his thumb before he put it into my mouth to stop me from moaning too loud Incase Ashton heard us but even his thumb couldn’t stop the moans from escaping

“Shhh baby, we’ve got to be quiet”

I was a moaning mess, laying limb under Luke as I finished cumming multiple times, he also release all his juices into me.

I didn’t want to be the one receiving all the pleasure and wanted to somewhat return the favour. Luke pulled out of me and started tugging on his own cock. I nodded my head and bit my lip getting down in front of him gently stroking his long, hard erect penis before I took as much of him as I could in my mouth, bobbing my head forward and back, moaning as I tasted the left over cum from his last orgasm.

Luke’s legs started to give in as he was reaching his high, I was starting to take him all in my mouth, gagging but composting myself adding pressure to his penis as I sucked and swirled my tongue around his tip.

“Fuck Michael, you take me so good” he grabbed the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair gaining control of my movement, back and forward. Back and forward.

I felt his penis throbbing in my mouth, preparing myself to swallow his load.

“IM GOING TO CUM IN YOUR MOUTH FUCK!” He screeched. I didn’t remove his member from my mouth wanting to swallow his juices. He released inside my mouth. I removed his cock from my mouth and slowly pumped out his high.

After we were finished, we lay on the bed naked tangled in each other’s arms whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. We heard a knock on the door and a twist on the doorknob.

“Hey guys, I went out for an hour with Calum,  I’m going to head to bed, it’s been a long day” he shouted through the door

Wait Ashton wasn’t here this whole time. Did he know what happened between us? I’m thankful he left for a while because tonight was the best night of my life.

“Now Princess, i’m going to make you feel good ok”

“O-ok” Luke stutterd. I kissed his lips and down his smooth pale body. 

anonymous asked:

What is Damian's and Jason's relationship like?


They don’t really have that much on-screen interaction. 

Thing is, back in the preboot days, they didn’t overlap much– by the time Damian was around consistently, Jason was the crazy dude shooting up the city. As usual, we’re gonna skip right over Battle for the Cowl where Jason literally shot Damian in the chest and start with old B&R.

Damian wasn’t a fan.

So yeah, that’s not great. Thankfully the n52 is a bit of a different story. 

They still don’t have that many interactions, but the ones we get are pretty nice. There’s War of the Robins, where Damian decided to attack all the other kids to prove he was better than them (10/10 please buy):

Which, if nothing else, proves they both know how to land an emotional punch. Sibling 101, you know. Anyway–

That brings us back to my favorite issue of RHATO (#17). This scene took place directly after Death of the Family.

Of course Damian died about a week after the issue was published, but I like to think this scene is a different kind of foreshadowing. It’s “hey we’re similar” and “please let me help you.” Sounds like the beginning of a beautiful relationship to me, you know? Especially now that they have the whole zombie thing in common. And speaking of

That’s about as much as I can give you, canon-wise. Basically, the relationship hasn’t been developed very much, but I think it has a lot of potential. As you might know, this is one of my favorite team-ups (angst, angst, angstfluff, fluff, fluff, fluff).

If they had a lot in common before, they’re really rockin it now.

a long, lonely while, pt 1

so this is gonna be a quasi-series? more like i’m splitting a one-shot into bits, but WHATEVER. semantics.

ilu theappleppielifestyle, this is for u

Jim knows Tony’s got a…touch thing.

He tries to keep it quiet, but it’s not a exactly quiet thing. Not when it’s something he aches for the way Tony does.

He’s known Tony long enough that Tony doesn’t try to keep it from him anymore, at least not on purpose. He’s been hiding it for so long though, sometimes he can’t help it.

Jim knows why, too.

A little over a year after they’d met, Tony had brought him back to New York and Jim had met the Starks.

Howard Stark had been distant, distracted—drunk off his ass. Maria Stark was melancholy in a way Jim wouldn’t recognize until he was older. She’d been affectionate with Tony, but only when his father wasn’t around. It had been pretty clear even to his eighteen-year-old self that Howard, for whatever reason, wouldn’t allow it. It didn’t make sense to him.

His own mama was the exact opposite, cupping his face and kissing his cheeks even in front of his superiors in the Air Force, embarrassing the everliving daylights out of him, so it had been a shock meeting Tony’s family. He’d always thought being wealthy would fix everything, but after seeing the Starks and the way they’d sat stiffly around the enormous dining room table in that big mansion hardly talking, he’d turned around on that idea in a hurry.

What it had done was make sense of the way Tony tended to crawl all over him, worming up against his side and tucking himself up under Jim’s arm when he got drunk and crashed into Jim’s dorm room.

After that weekend though, they’d gone back to school and Jim had been more determined than ever to be there for the brilliant, wacky kid who was the first peer he’d ever had. He deserved to have someone love on him the way Jim’s mom loved on him.

He did the best he could, but Jim takes after his dad who’s more like Tony’s mom. Not great at giving the kind of touches he thinks Tony really needs. But he’s great at letting Tony touch. Any time he moves in, Jim’s arms open automatically. He gets used to the weight of Tony’s head on his shoulder and the warmth of Tony’s body up his ribs. Someday he hopes there’ll be somebody who can do what he can’t, who will reach for Tony first.

In the meantime, he smiles when the door slides open as he heads in from the landing pad on the roof of Stark Tower and finds Tony racing toward him.

“Sugar Bear!” Tony yells and Jim laughs as Tony plows straight into him, arms coming up and wrapping tight around Jim’s back.

“Hey, Tones,” he says, gripping him back just as tight. “It’s good to see you, man.”

“Of course it is,” Tony says loftily. “It’s always good to see me. Eyes don’t get it any easier than me.”

Jim snorts. “We both know I’m the pretty one.”

“Ha!” Tony says and leans back, hands slipping to curl around Jim’s shoulders. He copies the movement and they stand there for a minute like a couple of idiots just grinning at each other.

“So how’s it going,” Jim asks finally. “What’s it like having all the supers in your back pocket?”

“There is only one super, thank you very much,” Tony says. “Thor doesn’t count, he’s normal for his species.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to make yourself feel better?”

“I am easily the coolest person on this team, I don’t have to tell myself anything to make me feel better. Don’t shove your issues off on me. I asked you if you wanted to be an Avenger.”

“I’m too busy being awesome,” Jim replies. Tony still hasn’t shaken him off, or made any effort to feign disinterest in having Jim all over him. Normally it’d be an uphill battle to give Tony what he so desperately wants. He frowns and squeezes Tony’s shoulders. “Hey, is everything okay?”

He gets more nervous when Tony doesn’t look up, his greasy hair flopping over his forehead and hiding his eyes.


“Ah…” He hears Tony swallow, and rubs his shoulder almost without thinking, encouraging him to say whatever it is. Tony finally looks up, just for a second, and Jim’s heart drops when he sees the wet sheen of his eyes. His voice is rough when he says, “Pepper.”

Jim’s hands squeeze a little tighter. “Shit. Shit. Tony— Jesus, Tony, I’m sorry. Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

Before Tony can answer, he hauls him in for a hug, gets his arms around Tony’s shoulders and holds him tight, hand cupping the back of Tony’s head. Tony clutches at his sides, breaths a little uneven. “I dunno,” he says. “I dunno, Rhodey—”

“It’s okay,” Jim assures him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to. When?”

Tony sucks in a shaking breath. “Last Thursday,” he says and his voice breaks.

“Jesus, you should have told me, man, I would have come.”

The laugh that bursts from Tony’s mouth is a little hysterical. “Too early as usual.”

Jim ignores the joke. “She…” He hesitates, not wanting to phrase this wrong and make things worse.

“We agreed to end it,” Tony mumbles into his shoulder. “She doesn’t wanna do the saving the world thing and I moved five superheroes into the Tower. It wasn’t fair to her. I wanted to, for her, but I can't— I couldn't—”

Tony’s voice chokes off into silence, his hot, ragged breaths seeping through Jim’s shirt. Jesus, they called it quits. No wonder Tony’s…

Getting closer to Tony is impossible, but it doesn’t stop Jim from trying. “I’m sorry,” he breathes into the side of Tony’s head. “God, Tony, I’m so sorry. I really thought—”

Tony laughs that slightly hysterical laugh again and blurts, “Yeah, me too,” and then he’s coming apart under Jim’s hands, shaking with sobs.

Jim tries to make contact wherever he can. If they’ve been on the outs since Thursday it’s probably been over a week since anybody with blood and a beating heart touched Tony. No wonder he hadn’t pulled away. Broken up with Pepper, Jesus.

“I’m sorry, Tones,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry.”

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White Horse Crack Theory Drabble

(I couldn’t resist! It’s kinda meh cos I just dashed it off, so lmk about any glaring errors.)


“I don’t know Maya, doesn’t this seem like a bit much?” Lucas furrowed his brow and squinted a little as Maya thrust Topanga’s hat into his hands.

“Look President Sundance, all you have to do is call our little friend here,” Maya patted the horse’s nose, “tell Riley she’s a princess, crown her and take her for a ride.”

“What makes you think I even know how to call a horse?”

Maya raised her eyebrows and smirked. Lucas smiled and sighed, dipping his head.

“Yeah, okay. Why is this such a big deal to you again?”

Maya shrugged. “It’s important to me because it’s important to her.”

Lucas twisted the hat in his hands. “Well, if it’ll make you happy—”

“It will.” Maya grinned up at him.

He smiled down at her. “Then I’m in. It’s the least I can do after that video.” Lucas reached up and hung the turquoise hat from the pommel of the saddle, draping the fabric over the horse’s middle. “I should probably take this old girl for a little trot before I try putting someone else on her back with me.”

Maya bit her lip and gripped the edges of her jacket as he stuck his foot in a stirrup and swung himself up onto the horse like it was nothing. She tilted her head, watching intently as Lucas leaned forward and spoke to the animal in a low, soft voice that made her stomach do a somersault.

She couldn’t resist. “You whispering sweet nothings in Mr. Ed’s ear, Hopalong?”

He straightened up. “No, just introducing myself properly. Like my Pappy Joe says—”

Maya couldn’t suppress her giggle. “Your who?!”

He dropped his head and shook it. “Oh no. You’re gonna add that to your list, aren’t you?”

“Oh, you know I am!” She grinned maniacally.

Lucas looked down and smiled back again, holding Maya’s gaze for half a second too long before he blinked hard and dug a heel into the horse’s side to turn it about. Maya backed away. Lucas twisted around in the saddle. “I’m just gonna take her to the end of the hallway and back. Wait here.”

“Yeah, okay.” Her voice came out in a croak and her heart was racing. Lucas nudged the horse forward. Maya closed her eyes and shook her head, as if she could reset herself like an Etch-a-Sketch. She couldn't—shouldn’t, wouldn't—feel this way, especially not about him. By the time Lucas reached the end of the hallway and turned the horse back around, Maya was composed again, collected and cool.

But then Lucas drew the horse up alongside her.

“You wanna go for a ride?”


“Come on. You know you want to.”

He leaned down and stretched his arm toward her, palm up.

The thought of Lucas taking her by the hand as he helped her up onto the horse flashed through Maya’s mind, and she wondered what it would feel like to put her arms around his—no.

“Nah, I’m good. I’m no cowgirl. Besides, there’s no time.”

She was sure she was only imagining the look of disappointment on his face as he withdrew his hand. She had to be.

Lucas dismounted, landing just inches away from Maya. He hooked the reins back onto the saddle and looked down at her. One side of his mouth quirked up into a half-smile and he looked so terribly pleased with himself—she couldn’t stand it. As if they had a mind of their own, Maya’s eyes flitted down to his lips and she groaned internally.

“Well, HA-hurrrr!” she spat out, wrinkling her nose and raising her eyebrows as she got right in his stupid face.

“Whoooa there!” His eyes sparkled.

She drew back and shoved a finger at his nose, almost touching it. “I’m not a horse, Ranger Rick!”

“Well,” he said with a devilish grin, pinching her finger and wiggling it as he lowered her hand, “you sure could’ve fooled me with that mane of yours.” He let go and tipped a fake hat at her, winking. “Ma'am.”

Her stomach flipped again and Maya felt so angry at herself she could spit. “Ooooooo,” was all she could say as she curled her hand into a claw and backed away until she hit the lockers. She had to get this under control, and it didn’t help when he looked at her the way he was looking at her right now. But he was just messing with her, that’s all it was. Maya dropped her hand and took a deep breath.

“Okay. So…I’m gonna get Princess Riley into position. See you in there?”

Something inscrutable flashed across his face. “Yeah. I’ll, uh, see you in there.”



And without another word, Maya took off to find Riley, moving as fast as she could without running.

anonymous asked:

Happy headcanon for TJ? (I'm on mobile, so I can't do the symbol)

I love TJ to pieces and I’m so happy you sent me this, anon! <3
Happy ficlet, TJ Hammond:

The new apartment is smaller than his previous one, older… but in a good way. Homey. Like each wall and corner has a story to tell. It’s got narrow stairwells and just two rooms and the windows are wide enough to give his security personnel a permanent headache, but TJ loves it.

Definitely an improvement from the aseptic, cold, bad memory-ridden place he used to live at. A shiver runs down his spine; he doesn’t want to think about that now. Not here, with the floors smiling at him and the sun sneaking in through the window to become friends with his cheek. Shaking off those gloomy thoughts he turns one last time, decides the walls welcome him here, and goes to tell the men that they can start bringing his things upstairs.


The people here are welcoming, too.

There’s a lovely old lady living 2 floors below that every other day bakes cookies for her grandchildren. The smell climbs up the stairs and fills TJ’s apartment, makes him crave sweet things. Makes him hungry even, so he starts to keep a stash of candy and assorted sweets on the kitchen counter, easily accessible.

Then TJ helps her carry her groceries upstairs one day, and that’s all it takes to unlock the endless supply of freshly baked cookies option.

The guy living across the hall plays the guitar. TJ hasn’t seen him yet, but he knows he’s getting cookies too, so he must be a nice enough person. He plays rock classics and love songs and has a beautiful voice, and TJ often finds himself singing along.


He wasn’t planning on getting a cat.

If he had actually stopped to think about it he probably would’ve concluded that he’s not ready to take care of another living thing, not when he’s still trying to remember to eat and struggling to stay healthy.

But it keeps showing up on his fire escape, looking at him through sad, hungry eyes, and TJ isn’t heartless.

He’s been feeding it for 4 days when the little furrball dares to step inside, seeking shelter from the rain. A week after that it—he—stops leaving altogether. TJ bathes him and takes him to the vet and then asks his sponsor if he wants to keep him. Because he’s not ready to own a cat. He’s not.

Only Mike apparently thinks he is, tells him it’s probably a good thing, that it might even help with his recovery. And TJ isn’t sure how much of it is simply him not being a cat person, but he looks up at the kitten, rubbing himself against a piano leg, and decides that maybe it isn’t such a bad idea.

It’s grey, save for a small white patch on its nose, and likes to nap on his lap when he plays. TJ names him Schubert.


He knows his family isn’t thrilled about the new place. Or maybe it’s not so much the new place, but the fact that he now lives 6 hours away. But then Douglas comes to visit, and TJ can just see it in his face: the surprise, the relief. Maybe a hint of pride, even.

TJ can’t blame him for being skeptical, doesn’t. Doug’s been judging from past experience, plenty of it at that, but he finds food in his fridge, finds him healthy and happy amidst piano notes and friendly neighbors, taking care of a kitten and various plants and enjoying his work at the youth center, and smiles.

And it makes TJ smile, too. Proud of himself. Which is a new and exhilarating feeling and it leaves TJ breathless, in a good way. Wonder, bubbling in his chest. He really does love it here.


His name is Colin.

TJ finally runs into him after 3 weeks of living there. He offers him his hand to shake and greets him with an “Ah! The pianist!” and a wide smile. Honest, warm. Like sunshine, TJ thinks.

He starts getting song requests after that, yelled from across the hall in a happy, undemanding tone, whenever Colin hears him play. TJ is more than eager to comply, laughs and blushes every single time at all the cheering and clapping that follows, and then starts asking him for songs in return.

He puts Star Wars on one night. Colin hears the music and comes over and they end up sprawled on the couch reciting their favorite lines. They do the same with The Lord of The Rings after that. And then with Harry Potter. And then with Marvel.

When TJ has to leave for a weekend to go to one of his mother’s events, Colin offers to look after Schubert.

When he comes back, tired after two days of fake smiles and expensive clothing and maintaining appearances, Colin puts on a movie and orders pizza without even having to ask if that’s what TJ needs, just knowing.

TJ tells him about his family, then. About his life and past mistakes, because he can’t help feeling a bit more self-destructive than usual after these things, and he still hasn’t figured out if Colin knows, if he cares. Hasn’t figured out what it is that he wants from him.

“You’re TJ,” Colin says. “You’re my neighbor. You play the piano like someone out of a movie and have an adorable cat and the most striking pair of eyes I’ve ever seen. You love reading and sweets, and listen to my rambling when I get excited. You have a beautiful voice, when you sing. You should sing more.”

And that’s all he says.

He smiles at him and tells him good night and pets Schubert before leaving. TJ is still struggling to keep his heartbeat under control.

And then he realizes that maybe, maybe, he doesn’t have to.

He rushes out of the door so fast that Colin has barely had time to open his. Staring at him with worry in his eyes, he asks: “Everything alright?”

TJ nods. Yes, he thinks so. Yes.

“Do you… It’s ok if you don’t, but—Do you wanna go out for coffee? Sometime?”

Colin blinks at him once, twice. And just as TJ’s hands are starting to feel cold, he beams at him.

“Like a date?” he asks.

TJ smiles too, can’t help it. Doesn’t want to. “Yes.”

“Yeah,” Colin says. “Yes, I’d like that.”

Send me a symbol and a ship and I’ll write you a headcanon ficlet.

ps: I’m going to be at my family’s place for a couple weeks starting tomorrow, so all other prompts will have to wait (I will get to them, though!), but you’re still welcome to send me more <3

joshaya headcanons (✿◠‿◠)
  • they may be playing the long game, but that doesn’t mean they can’t become really good friends along the way, and they really do, sometimes when josh makes an appearance at the matthews’ apartment he’ll help maya with her homework “can’t you just give me the answers?” “i could but then what would you have learned?” “you really are a matthews aren’t you?” 
  • they bond over their love for horror movies, one night maya, josh, and riley decide to watch one and riley can’t make it halfway through without holding a pillow over her face and eventually retreating to her room for the night, maya and josh though, are on the edge of their seat, stuffing their faces with popcorn, and end up standing on the couch when it gets to a really scary part, they’re so loud cory has to come downstairs at 2am and tell them for the fifth time to go to bed 
  • they’re prank masters, their target usually being cory who always seems to fall for the whipped cream on the nose trick when he’s asleep on the couch, it takes a while but eventually they get bored of pranking everyone else and start going for each other, the problem is that they’re both just so good that they can’t seem to get away with anything, they’re always anticipating the other’s moves “you can’t get me, hart, i’m untouchable” “we’ll see about that, uncle boing” 
  • when the time comes for maya to start learning how to drive, josh is happy to allow her to practice with his own car; they start off simple and stay in a parking lot, maya is a confident driver, but that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s good; “i swear, maya, if you get one scratch on miranda…” “miranda? don’t tell me you named your car” “i did and she’s a little old so try not to kill her will you” “maybe i should work on trying not to kill us first” “good call” 
  • josh walks in one time when everyone is hanging out in topanga’s after school, “boing!” because maya has never stopped doing that when he enters the room, then she calls him over and says she wants to tell him a secret, but when he leans down maya grabs his beanie and puts it on her head “how do i look?” “not that many people can pull off a beanie you know” and maya looks offended “but it looks good on you maya” and he doesn’t bother taking it back from her when he continues walking over to the counter; “i want my own boing!” “smackle!” then auggie, sitting on riley’s lap: “is maya going to be our aunt?” “yeah, auggie, maya is going to be our aunt”   
  • maya starts dating, and josh wishes he could be upset about it, but he’s too busy being happy for her (even if he does tease her about her boyfriend once in a while) and pretty soon josh has a girlfriend of his own, but their friendship hasn’t changed one bit, josh ends up breaking things off after a few months because things just aren’t working out with the girl 
  • maya on the other hand is happy to accept her boyfriend’s invitation to prom, but the night doesn’t go as planned, the guy turns out to be a jerk and she takes the subway back to topanga’s, still wearing her dress, expecting her mom to still be at work but is surprised to see josh sitting at one of the bar seats, so she sits next to him, telling josh all about her night, and he told her about his breakup too, then josh stands up and offers her his hand, “what are you doing?” “everyone deserves to have a good prom” “you can’t be serious josh” “why not? there’s even music” so they slow dance in the middle of topanga’s and don’t care one bit how silly they look, and it’s the happiest both of them have been in months, “are you still in it for the long game?” because she hasn’t asked that for months either, “i never stopped” and by that point the rest of the gang had shown up, because of course they weren’t going to stay at prom when their friend was having a miserable time, and they watch maya and josh dance the night away, eventually joining in on the dancing themselves
Learn To Love Yourself!

No-One Else Will Do It For You

Since I started blogging about Crossdressing a lot of beauties have sent in questions. Sometimes they’re compliments, other times they’re genuine queries or a need for help. It’s great to see so many of you look to me for advice, but they can also be somewhat depressing.

Quick poll here:

Put your hands up if you’ve ever felt embarrassed/ashamed/awkward for crossdressing?

I put my hand up. Did you?

A long long LONG time ago (I think when I was about 17-18) I felt like I was doing something wrong. Most of this was my own paranoia, but it also had a bit to do with my partner at the time. I won’t bore you with the story but suffice it to say she made me feel comfortable enough to tell her about Crossdressing and then put me down by several years. I left her just before university, and funnily enough I started Crossdressing again while there (no-one knew at this point).

Here’s one of the first pictures I ever took of myself while dressed up (medals to everyone who is still following me from 6 years ago when this first went up). 

As you can see, I wasn’t exactly confident (I’m afraid I don’t have the original copy). It took enough out of me just to put a picture online; I was no where near willing to show my face. I would be paranoid about silly little things like ‘What if someone see’s this picture and recognises the room’ or ‘Someone might know it’s me because of the shape of my shoulders’. Like I said, silly little things.

It wasn’t because I thought I looked bad, I was scared of being recognised. I was scared of people simple finding out. I didn’t really think much about whether they would approve of it or not, I just didn’t like the idea of people knowing.

Fast forward by 2 years, and I finally released the first pictures of myself with my face on show:

Is there much of a difference in my physical appearance between these two?


Is there much of a difference in my mentality between these two pictures?

So much I couldn't begin to describe it.

I don’t really remember when the chance happened; I can’t really say if it was anything to do with how long I had been Crossdressing, or whether I was happier with my appearance.

The important thing is that I no longer cared about what others thought of it. I had met enough people how either loved or hated it, who had judged me for it or thought nothing else of it. It wasn’t because I thought people would love it, it’s because I didn’t care what others thought.

And now to the important part of this post. It doesn’t matter what people think; it doesn’t matter if you don’t think your friends will approve, or that your girlfriend/boyfriend might not like it. The only thing that matters is that you love yourself.

If I didn’t find appreciation for myself then I wouldn’t be the same person I am today, both in and out of dresses.

I have had so many people message me over the years saying ‘What if people find out?’ or ‘I feel ashamed of myself’. Why? Is it shameful to wear dresses? I see hundreds of people in dresses every day without being embarrassed, why should it be any different for you?

I feel like I’ve waffled for a bit now, so I’m gonna start wrapping it up here. I’m not saying self-appreciation will happen overnight; it took my about 6-7 years before I considered crossdressing simply part of me as opposed to this secret I have.

I’m not saying it will be easy, I’m saying it will be worth it.

That’s enough from me for now. As a final comparison, here’s another recent picture of me. If I can come this far, so can anyone else.

Stay beautiful! And love yourself :)

- Jessica Blaise

title: seven kisses
word count: 4,376
summary: they have seven different kisses.
for @nozoya, a very belated birthday gift ♥

even before it was official, heiwajima shizuo and orihara izaya were official.

i. forehead: friendship


six year old heiwajima shizuo had seen something on a drama his parents were watching one night when he came down for a glass of milk and he wanted to try it. but it was embarrassing to ask and he didn’t even know how, so he kept fidgeting and spent minutes building up courage to call out his friend’s name when he’d done so hundreds of time already. when he heard ‘yeah, shizu-chan?’, he opened his mouth, only effectively taking a gasp but not speaking.

izaya tilted his head and stared.

“…pretending to be a fish?”

“n-n-no… um…”

shizuo fidgeted and izaya watched him tag gently at his cow’s ears.

“i… um…”

izaya held out his pudding. “shizu-chan want it?”

a nod.

izaya nodded too. he peeled back the top and spooned out a bite, held it out for shizuo. he leaned forward to eat it, lick his lips afterward and izaya stared at the small spot that shizuo had missed. he leaned forward and used a tissue to wipe it off. six years old and acting like a parent, but izaya didn’t mind. he liked it.

feeding shizuo had become one of izaya’s favorite pastimes.

“i… i watched a drama. with my parents.”

“shizu-chan’s parents let you stay up that late?”

“oh… they didn’t know… i was watching from the kitchen…”

“oh, okay.” izaya looked back down and spooned another bite of pudding, held it out and watched as shizuo’s lips left the plastic utensil clean. “then?”

“um… we’re… friends.”

“uh huh.”

“and um… on the d-drama… to show they were friends they… they kissed… each other on the um… forehead…”

“uh huh.”

nodding, izaya sat up on his knees. he leaned forward and kissed shizuo shortly but firmly, lips pressed to his forehead. after sitting back down, he offered shizuo a bit more pudding, tilted his head because he never thought he’d see the day where shizuo was too preoccupied to eat pudding. he had stared at him while gaping for a moment before making a squeak and used his hands to cover his red face.

izaya tilted his head again in confusion.

“shizu-chan? you don’t want your pudding anymore?”

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The Stable Girl, Chapter 1

TITLE: The Stable Girl
AUTHOR: fanficshiddles
GENRE: Romance, Adventure
FIC SUMMARY: Loki finally meets the new stable hand, Evelyn. They have a lot in common, though Evelyn is hiding a few secrets. Will they fall in love and get a happy ending?
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: None for this chapter. 

Evelyn’s POV

I hadn’t been on Asgard long. I used to stay on Midgard, but now I had a new life here on Asgard. I was the stable hand. I looked after 9 horses at the moment that were stabled in the royal stables. I loved my job. 

The only thing I did not like, was I had to attend some celebrations in the royal palace. I was not really a people person. At all. I was much better with animals. 

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anonymous asked:

Katniss seems to get a lot of flak from readers about how she reacted to the hijacked Peeta by keeping her distance and focusing on her own hurt when it was something he couldn't help. But how different is it than the way Peeta treated Katniss when they returned from the first Hunger Games?

To your first statement, I think readers were harder on Katniss than they were with Peeta because of the narrative itself. In Mockingjay, we were privy to the entire long process of Katniss being hurt and thinking about herself before she finally realized that she should not be blaming Peeta but instead should be helping him. 

In Catching Fire however, we didn’t get to see that process with Peeta. Next time we meet him, he was done with his wound licking for six months and already got the lecture from Haymitch on how stupid he was being for holding Katniss accountable for what she said in the games. When we meet him again, he was already at stage where he was ready to make amends and befriend Katniss.

So because of the way the narrative is presented to the readers, I do understand how readers gave Katniss a harder time than Peeta. I mean, I know I did, if you’ve seen my very first review of Mockingjay, “piece of work” doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt about her actions toward Peeta. But when I reread MJ, I found myself having stronger reactions than Katniss had and wondered why she wasn’t freaking out more.

And yes, ngl, our wish fulfillment re: how we expect our heroines vs heroes to traditionally act also comes into play. We normally tend to be harder on our heroines than with our heroes. We obviously still have a lot of work to do when it comes to changing that, but I also do think that the series have helped some in at least starting the dialogue on challenging traditional heroine tropes.

To your question however, i still can’t help but think there’s a little bit of false equivalency in making that parallel, since their situations after 74th games and after the quell are plenty different, stakes are a lot higher, and things are much more complicated.

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So you think you're a rebel, huh?

AHHHH a phan smut I’m proud of! Here you little shits go! :D Pairing: Phan**** Warnings: Ehh I mean blow jobs, hand jobs, humiliation kink, and some bad language. ** **Genre: Smut

~ Dan giggled, rolling around on the carpet, attempting to pin Phil down as hard as he could but giving in, realizing that it was no point as Phil was stronger than him. He yelped as Phil held his arms down, giggling above him. “Not fair! Let me go you doofus!!” Dan yelled giggling. Phil let him go and lay down next to him, staring at the ceiling and sighing. “Phil?” Dan called out to his best friend. Phil rolled over and was met with the younger boy already acing him. “Yeah?” He asked. “Will we be friends forever?” The 9 ear old asked. Phil chuckled at the question. Dan was so adorable at times. “I think so, Dan.” Phil replied. The two just stared at each other, a grin spreading across their faces. They were inseparable, the two of them had a bond that nobody could ever break and they were both so happy to have the other. Their friendship was unbreakable.~

  "Dan, are you actually serious right now?!" Phil half-yelled half panted as he approached his friend of 7 years, watching as he sat, slumped against the brick wall next to about six other people who paid him no mind, a cigarette in his mouth, looking up at Phil with a seemingly unfazed expression. He looked Phil directly in the eyes as he removed the cigarette from his mouth and blew a puff of smoke directly into his crouching friend's face, smirking as he coughed and waved the smoke away.

    "Sorry, sugar. Don't know what you're talking about." Dan mocked in a sing-songy voice. He chuckled as he watched Phil' face become extremely red, nearly the shade of a tomato. Damn, was he that mad?

    "Okay, first off, don't fucking call me that, Daniel. Secondly, you were supposed to be waiting outside of the school for me. You blew me off and wouldn't return any of my texts or calls. All for what? A fucking smoke with your chaps? And thirdly, you fucking promised me that you'd stop smoking. You fucking said yourself that you wanted to so, did you not?" Phil replied. His voice was dangerously calm. Dan knew that tone well. He knew that Phil was pissed at him now. He'd even called him by his full name. Two could play at that fucking game.

    "Oh, stop acting like it's that big of a deal, Philip. Besides, I would much rather be having a smoke with them than treading anywhere near your faggot ass. Why don't you go drop off the face of the fucking earth, I wouldn't miss you. I've already got one mum, Phil, I don't need another" Dan shot back. Shaun, one of his mates who had been watching, started laughing. Calling out to his buddies to watch Dan and Phil go at each other. It was one of their favorite things, watching the two bicker. Dan regretted his words the second they came out of his mouth. He knew that he shouldn't have sad that. He dared to look into Phil's eyes, expecting to see anger, but instead finding deep sadness. Dan had never regret anything more than in that moment. Phil looked him back in the eyes, chuckling.

    "Alright, Dan. I'm glad I know how you really feel." Phil replied calmly. A chorus of playful oohs erupted from Dan's mates behind them. To anybody else, Phil would have seemed perfectly normal but Dan knew him. He could feel the sadness hidden behind his words. Phil stood, walking away quickly into the alley. Dan scrambled to his feet calling after him and jogging to catch up. He could hear his fiends calling his name behind him but he didn't care.

    Once he had managed to catch up, he grabbed Phil's wrist and tugged, effectively stopping his movement. He needed to apologize. He would never say something like that to Phil, he didn't known what had came over him.

    "What's wrong Dan? Did you come back here to call me a faggot again? To give me advice on how to kill myself? Were you not done with insulting me yet?" Phil spat. He wasn't facing him. Dan could hear the slight, nearly undetectable waver of Phil's voice, making him feel even guiltier. Phil tried pulling his wrist away but Dan kept his hold firm.

    "Listen, Phil. I-" Phil cut Dan off, spinning around and shoving him against the brick wall across from them. Keeping Dan pinned there by his arms, holding him against the cold wall. Dan gasped, not expecting his friend's actions. He struggled a little bit, realizing the position he had been put in. Phil didn't budge. 

    "No you listen to me, Dan!" Phil said, dangerously calm. "I have put up with your shit for so many years. You think you can just push me the fuck around?! You think that you're so cool, smoking weed and cursing like a sailor? You think you're a rebel, huh?" Phil asked. Dan was staring at him, obviously quite scared. His friend had never been even remotely violent with him. After a minute, he realized that the question wasn't rhetorical.

    "I-uh" He stuttered, not meeting Phil's eyes. He couldn't stand the intensity of the blue orbs. He gasped out quickly as a warm hand grasped at his groin. His eyes shot up to the older boy, looking at him with a confused and slightly scared expression in his eyes, Phil returning his gaze with an amused and triumphant look on his face. 

"I'm sorry, Dan. What was that?" Phil asked innocently, pressing his hand against Dan's jeans, feeling his dick start to harden under his fingers. Dan bit down on his bottom lip to keep a moan from escaping. He wasn't sure what was happening exactly but he didn't want to give Phil the satisfaction of making him moan. 

Phil smirked, watching the boy beneath him blush and try to hold back his moans. He wasn't having that. He wanted to get Dan back somehow, to show him that he's not as cool and collected as he seems to think. He was not the dominant one in this friendship and he wasn't about to get that idea either. He didn't have any control. Phil removed his hand, Leaning forward and catching the boy's lips in a heated kiss. He wasn't surprised when Dan kissed back. After a few minutes, Phil moved his leg in between Dan's legs, brushing Dan's erection harshly. Dan, who was caught off guard by Phil's actions, pulled back and moaned loudly, not able to help himself. Phil smirked victoriously.

"Looks like you're not as collected as you seem to make everyone think, are you Howell?" Phil asked, looking at Dan's face. He truly looked hot. His head was tilted back against the wall, his eyes shut tightly and his face scrunched up in pleasure. He bit his lip to hold back yet another moan as Phil rubbed the boy's erection once again, instead letting out a slightly muffled whine. 
"Dan, I'm not going to stop pleasuring you until you cum, so if you think that holding in your moans is going to work, you're mistaken." Phil mused, still amused by this situation. Seeing Dan like this had seriously turned him on, he was already fully hard. He could feel that Dan was too. Phil rutted up harder against Dan, wanting to hear him moan.

"Phil, oh god" Dan moaned out, almost involuntarily. Phil rutted up harder, obviously liking the way Dan said his name. Phil stopped his rutting altogether, stepping back from Dan. The younger boy let out a frustrated wine at the loss of the delicious friction. 

"Phil!" Dan complained, looking at the smirking boy in front of him. 

"What is it, Dan?" Phil asked, feigning innocence.

"I- you stopped." Dan mumbled, blushing furiously. 

"And? Do you want me to continue?"


"What is it that you want me to do, Dan?" Phil asked, wanting to make Dan beg. Something about seeing him so flustered was making Phil harder by the second. 

"I- uh just... t-touch me, Phil. Please." Dan mumbled. He was looking down, far too embarrassed to meet Phil's eyes, a deep blush covering his cheeks. Phil's dick twitched at the words, loving his shy words. 

"Well, since you asked so nicely." Phil replied, advancing on Dan. He took his arms once again, holding them up by his head. I kissed him hard, slipping my tongue past his lips and pushing against his. He tried to push back but I won. I pulled back, smirking at him. 

"Keep your arms up here. If you move them, you'll be punished." Phil demanded. He let go of Dan's wrists, slipping down Dan's body. Once the realization of what Phil was doing hit him, he shuddered, drawing in a breath. Phil landed on his knees, popping Dan's button and pulling down his zipper, feeling the boy shudder. He pulled the boy's jeans down quickly, helping Dan step out of them and throwing them a couple feet away. He stared at the tent in Dan's boxers, breathing out heavily against it, loving the way the boy above him squirmed. He slowly pulled down his boxers, looking up at Dan who was looking up, his hands clenched into fists above his head. Phil let the boxers sit at Dan's ankles. Without warning, Phil took Dan's tip into his mouth, running his tongue around it. Dan moaned out loudly, thrusting his hips the slightest bit forward. Phil grabbed his hips, pulling him forward a little bit, taking him further into his mouth and sucking. 
"Phil Phil fucking- oh my god go faster please I'm fucking begging you" Dan whimpered out, his head tilted back and his breath coming out in pants. Phil complied, deep throating Dan fast, flicking his tongue through the slit a couple of times making the younger boy buck and whine loudly. 

"Shit Phil oh my god this is-fuck!" Dan shouted loudly, thrusting forward and tilting his head against the wall, biting his lip hard. He looked completely blissed out. Phil pulled off, needing air He instead pumped Dan's dick, hard and fast. He ran his thumb through his slit repeatedly , resulting in Dan bucking erratically. 

"You're loud." Phil commented, a playful edge to his voice. 

"Nngg I'm not- ah! I'm not usually this loud you're- oh fuck... you're just good" Dan stuttered, barely managing to speak coherent sentences due to the immense pleasure he was feeling. 

"I must be. You look like a horny, whimpering mess, Daniel. What happened to the "unbreakable" composure you managed earlier in front of your friends?" Phil teased.

"Oh shit, Phil. If you don't stop I'm going to cum screaming." Dan whimpered, bucking into Phil's mouth and moaning loudly. 

"I would hope so." Phil replied, thumbing his slit relentlessly, Loving the way he whimpered and squirmed. Phil wrapped his lips back around Dan, deep throating him instantly. 

"Ah! Oh shit Phil I'm close I'm close!" Dan yelled, moans pouring out endlessly from his mouth. "Pull off Phil I'm- oh fuck oh ah! I'm gonna cum!!" Dan tried pulling phil off by his hair but Phil wasn't giving in, working him harder, deciding to use his right hand to fondle the boys balls and his other to run up and down Dan's thigh. 

"Ahh shit shit shit Phil I'm gonna cum in your mouth oh my god fuck!" Dan cursed, bucking helplessly, teetering on the edge. Phil could feel Dan twitching in his mouth repeatedly, sucking faster, rubbing his tongue in the boys slit, hearing him moan extremely loud. He was determined to make the boy cum screaming. He wanted to see his pretty face as he came undone. 

"Ahh keep doing that Phil! Nnnghh it feels so good fuck fuck fuck I'm so close- Phil I-" Dan's breathing escalated in pace, he was so close so fucking close "AH SHIT PHIL!" Dan screamed. Phil felt Dan's cum drip down his throat, watching as the boy's head fell backwards, his mouth falling open as his face scrunched up in pleasure. He thrusted harder into Phil's mouth, riding out his orgasm. When he was done, he could barely stand. Phil stood up, looking Dan in the eyes as he swallowed. 

"Well fuck." Dan said in a breathy, scratchy voice. Phil chuckled. He walked over and picked up Dan's pants, Pulling up his boxers and then helping the exhausted boy put on his jeans.

"Wait, Phil. You're hard." Dan noted. 

"I'll take care of it later. I'm close anyways I- oh!" He exclaimed as he felt a hand squeezing his bulge. 

"I'll help you with that." Dan replied. He swiftly pulled both Phil's jeans and boxers down, leaving them around his ankles. He gently backed him against the wall and sucked his dick, liking over the head. He sucked quickly, driving Phil mad. He wasn't nearly as loud as Dan had been, only letting out fast pants and occasional "Fuck"s and "Ah"s. Dan hummed around Phil's length, causing him to buck and gasp. 

"Dan, I'm close" Phil panted, scrunching up his face. Dan hummed around him in response, making him buck once again. 

"Ahh shit Dan!" Phil groaned as he came down the younger boy's throat. Dan worked him through his orgasm. watching how sexy Phil's orgasm face was. He pulled up the boy's boxers, followed by his jeans and got to his feet. 

"Damn." Phil said, they both chuckled. 

"Phil I'm so fucking sorry. For everything. I was a dick. I'm always a dick. You're my best friend an-" Dan was shushed by Phil's had covering his mouth. 

"Dan, that's cheesy as fuck." The two chuckled "And It's okay. I forgive you. I just wanted to prove that you can't just push me around all you want." Phull looked directly into Dan's eyes, removing his hand.

"Phil, I love you." Dan said suddenly. Phil smiled.

"I love you too, Dan." 

"No homo?" Dan asked playfully.

"You just gave me a blow job and you think "no homo" still applies?" Phil chuckles.

"Fine, lots of homo. I love you, in the most homo way ever."

"Me too, you doofus." 

"You're really good at giving blow jobs by the way." Dan told him

“Yeah, I guessed by the way you were moaning my name like a slut.” Phil giggled. Dan blushed, looking down, causing Phil to chuckle. “Come on, let’s go to mine?” Phil asked grabbing Dan’s hand and yanking him forward with him. Dan smiled and nodded, not letting go of Phil’s hand. From that moment on, Dan and Phil were inseparable, even more then they had been as kids, and they were happier then ever.