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BTS Reaction - Pulling away

Seokjin

Jin’s practically shaking with laughter as he tells you his anecdote, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, but really, you’re only half-listening.

“And then Kookie, he said-”  Jin cuts himself short when he looks at you from across the table, his eyebrows starting to pull downward into a frown as he realises how little you’re actually paying attention.  Usually you’d be laughing along with him - you’ve got the same lame sense of humour he does, and he loves you for it - but tonight you’re just staring at your plate, poking at your food, and it’s starting to unsettle him.  “Jagi, is everything ok?”  

“Hm?” you ask distractedly, only glancing up at him for a moment before your eyes drop once more.  

“Don’t you like it?”  

“It’s fine, Jin, I’m just… I’ve just gone off fish a little lately,” you tell him.  It’s a lame excuse, but you’d rather tell him that than tell him the truth - tell him that the reason you can’t eat is because you feel so nauseous with anxiety that you might throw up if you eat anymore.  

“Ah, it’s a good job I made your favourite dessert then!” he says enthusiastically, getting up from the table and whisking your still-full plate out from in front of you to take it to the kitchen.  “Can’t have you going hungry.”  

God, why does he have to be so sweet all the time?  So god damn perfect?  It’ll only make it feel so much worse when it eventually falls apart - and you know it will, because when you’re involved everything always does.  It’s inevitable.  

“You know what, I think I might just go home,” you say quickly, before he’s even managed to pull on his gloves to take out the apple pie you can smell cooking in the oven.  He falters, coming to a standstill between the kitchen counters, and when you finally bring yourself to look at him it makes your heart thud painfully.  “I don’t feel too good.”  

“Ok, let me drive you-”

“It’s fine, I’ll get a cab.”  If you say ‘it’s fine’ one more time this evening you think you might punch yourself in the face.  It’s not fine, nothing is, but you know it’s best you pull away a little now, before you both get in too deep. At least it might help to soften the blow.  

“Ok….” you hear him mumble as he turns off the oven and you pull on your coat.  He walks you to the door, and now it’s him that can’t look at you.  “Hope you feel better soon.”  

“Thanks.”

“See you soon?”

“See you soon,” you reply, and it feels like a goodbye.   

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Yoongi

“So I was thinking; there’s a new Mexican place that’s opened,” Yoongi tells you, his voice sounding even lower than usual over the phone after he’s clearly just woken up.  “You wanna go check it out sometime?”

“Hm… I dunno,” you mumble, rolling over in bed, your cell smushed between your ear and the pillow.  

“C’mon, their churros are supposed to be the shit.”  Despite yourself, you end up smiling at Yoongi’s words.  You wish you hadn’t though.  That momentary flicker of happiness now just makes you feel all the more miserable as you stare at the picture of Yoongi and you you’ve got pinned to your bedside cabinet.  

“I don’t really like Mexican food…”  You’re trying so hard to find an excuse not to make plans, to avoid seeing him for a little while.  It’s not that you don’t care about Yoongi.  Jesus, you most definitely do - but therein lies the problem.  It’s starting to feel scary now, how close you’re becoming.  You’re seeing each other too often, he’s texting you every day, and it feels wrong now if you go to sleep without hearing him say goodnight.  This growing dependency on him, this vulnerability; it’s terrifying.  

“Since when?” he scoffs, and all you can do in reply is sigh.  There’s a silence on the other end of the line, and in the end you have to roll away from that picture of the two of you that you love so much.  His eyes are too penetrating, too perceptive, even in a frozen image.  “What about chinese then?  You love chinese.”   He’s right, you do, and there’s no way you can deny that - not when the last time you went you ended up stuffing your face so much that he had to nurse you with a bad belly for the rest of the night.  

“Can I maybe just take a raincheck?  I’ve got so much work to do, Yoongi, and I’m sure you’re busy too.”  

There’s silence again but this time it feels uncomfortable, and it’s making you fidget even without being able to see the frosty expression you know he’ll be wearing right now.  

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Noona?  I’ve done it enough times myself to know when someone’s holding back.”  You swallow hard, staring at the wall and starting to chew your thumbnail nervously.  What are you supposed to say when he’s called you out like that; made you feel like the idiot you know you are?

He gives you an adequate amount of time to reply, to turn back from this road you’re travelling down, but when no response comes you hear him sigh, even his voice turning cold when his next words travel into your ears.  

“Either call me when you’re ready to get real, or don’t bother calling me at all.”  

Originally posted by minshoot

Hoseok

“Ah, babygirl, that was amazing.”  Hobi’s still panting from exertion as he lies next to you, staring at the ceiling with the goofiest of grins on his faces.  He’s always like this after you’ve had sex, always deliriously happy, like every time you do it is his first time, and you know what’s coming next.  

He rolls onto his side, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to cover your naked, sticky bodies and then snuggling closer, slinging his arm over his hip and pulling you close, sweat be damned.  He always gets so affectionate too, so tactile when he’s dosed up on oxytocin, and though at first you loved it, lately it’s become nothing but a source of anxiety to you.  It’d be fine if cuddling was all it was, but it’s not just that.  No, Hobi insists on lying there staring at you like you’re his everything, his entire world, his eyes taking in every little of your face until you end up laughing and batting him away, telling him to stop being such a freak.  

You don’t want him to look at you like that and nor do you want to be placed on his pedestal; not when you know it’ll make your inevitable fall from grace so much higher and more painful.   You don’t deserve all these loving looks and touches, not when you’re going to break his heart.  Though you don’t yet know how it’ll happen yet you know it will, because it’s just what you do.  

“I wish we could do this all day, every day,” he says wistfully, reaching up to thumb your cheek, staring back into your eyes.  You try to diffuse things with humour, rolling your eyes and pushing his hand away from your face, trying to ignore the way hurt flickers across his face.  

“That’s ‘cus you’re a horny bastard, Hobi.”  You sit up to put some distance between you, running your fingers through your hair to try and put it right.  Of course, he then sits up too, smoothing out the part of your hair at the back you can’t see to fix with his gentle hands.   

“Not just for that,” he persists, smiling cheekily, “I just like having you here, sex or no sex.  C’mon, wouldn’t you love to wake up to this face every morning?”   

“I guess,” you answer non-committedly, trying not to let your mind even hope to dream of your life ever being so wonderful.  You need to get out of here, before he starts dangling more perfect happy-ever-afters in front of your face, lies that you know will never come true.  Finding your underwear you start to get dressed, avoiding the questioning look in Hobi’s eyes.

“I thought you didn’t have to work today?”

“Yeah…” You pull your sweater on, glad that it hides your face, even for just a second.  “But I’ve got a lot I need to get done so…”  

“I’d kind of… I mean I’d planned on us having the whole day together…” he says quietly, unable to hide the disappointment and confusion on his face.  “If I’d known you were gonna go so soon I wouldn’t have-”

“Don’t worry, Hobi, it was fun.” You slip your feet into your shoes, practically running to his bedroom door as soon as they’re on, forcing a false smile on your face.  “I had fun.”  Fun, that’s all it is… it’s all it was ever supposed to be.  You weren’t supposed to end up liking him, needing him, lovin- “Let me know next time you wanna hook up.”  

“Hook up,” he repeats, his voice breaking.  Hobi looks like you’ve just plunged a knife straight into his heart, and though it breaks your own to see him in so much pain, you know it’s for the best.  Better now, rather than later.  “Right… sure.”  

Originally posted by jhopetal

Namjoon

“So… what do you think?”  

What do you think?  You think the song you just heard was amazing; one of the best Namjoon’s ever written, and that’s saying a lot when he’s so ridiculously talented to begin with.  You’re stunned, dumbstruck by the fact he’d write such beautiful lyrics about you, for you, and if you were a better person you’d probably start to cry with joy that your boyfriend wants to tell the world just how much you mean to him.  

But you’re not a good person, not like him, not even close, so instead of telling Namjoon how proud you are of him, how much you’ve come to love him, you say anything you can think of to drive a wedge between you.

“I don’t think you should put it on the album,” you say blankly, trying to keep your face impassive as you look back into his hopeful eyes.  “I don’t think the executives would be happy with it.”  His face falls, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to fathom you’re unexpected response.  You see his jaw clench, and you know he’s trying so hard to brace himself for whatever constructive criticism he thinks is coming.  It’s taken a long time for him to learn to do that so graciously; yet another skill he’s mastered.

“You don’t like it?  I know the bridge needs some work, but I can fix-”

“The song’s fine, Joonie,” you interrupt, making him pause mid-swivel in his chair to turn back to you rather than his desk.  “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.  ARMY won’t like you shoving your love-life in their faces - they want you guys permanently single so they can keep all their little fantasies about you.” Namjoon seems stunned into silence for a moment, and honestly, you’re a little impressed at just how reasonable your argument sounds too.  Cold, yes, but logical.  Surely with his big brain Namjoon should be happy enough accept your reasoning and let it lie?  

He’s quiet for a long while, face pensive until he finally get up out of his chair and comes to sit beside you, taking your hand.

“I don’t care.  We’ve always been able to write write the music we want… how we want it.  And the fans want us to be happy.”  Well… how do you argue with that?  He sits stroking the back of your hand with his thumb while he waits for you to say something, and now your mind has gone blank, unable to think of anything to say that won’t just sound harsh or cruel.  

“You might be happy to tell the world about us, Joonie but… I’m not.”  Harsh it is then.  You take your hand back, clamping both of them between your legs as you look to the floor, avoiding the hurt in his eyes.  “We never said this was going to be anything serious.”

“I see.”  His voice is tight, controlled as he speaks, suddenly sitting up straighter. He waits for a second, perhaps to see if you’ll sat any more, take it all back, but when you don’t he simply returns to his desk, facing the screen like you’re not even there.  “You may as well go home… I’m gonna be up all night trying to re-write this.”  

Originally posted by chimchams

Jimin

Your phone goes off for what feels like the hundredth time today, an unpleasantly harsh trill that shrieks through your otherwise quiet apartment, and once again you have to fight the urge to look, to read the text you know is waiting for you there.  If you look you’re more likely to reply, and you’re trying so, so hard to give yourself some space, to put some distance between you and the man you’re getting far too close to.  

You know what it’ll say anyway, more or less.  It’ll be Jimin being his usual sweet self, asking if you’re ok, asking you to please, please get back to him.  Why aren’t you replying?  Are you sure you’re ok?  Do you need him to come over?  Why are you so quiet?  It’s killing you. Every time your phone goes off it feels like a punch to the gut, because you do so desperately want to reply.  But you can’t, you mustn’t.  You’ve gotten too attached to him, too attached to this perfect boy whom all the girls want to touch.

You’re not stupid.  You’ve seen his fan-pages, you’ve seen the things they say about him.  And it’s not like you can blame them, but you’re too insecure to deal with having a boyfriend who’s wanted by so many.  You’ve been cheated on once before, and it’ll only be a matter of time before Jimin realises he’s too good for you and does the same; finds another girl who’s prettier and thinner and more interesting than you.  It’s better for you to protect yourself now, to pull away while you still can, before it’s too late.  

So you ignore his messages even as tears roll down your cheeks, lying on the sofa and holding yourself, just waiting for it to stop hurting so much.  Time passes, although you don’t keep track of how much; all you know is that eventually it goes dark outside, and your tired eyes are just starting to droop when all of a sudden your doorbell rings, jolting you awake again.  

You shuffle your way over to the door, half-asleep and wrapped in your blanket, pulling it open before you think to look through the spy-hole to check who it is.  Of course it would be Jimin standing there to see you looking like this, like the mess that you are, his eyes widening as he takes in your bloodshot eyes.

“Oh baby… baby, what’s wrong?” He steps inside before you can stop him, wrapping you up in his arms over the top of your blanket, pulling your head into the crook of his neck.  

You don’t want this, or at least for second you try to tell yourself that you don’t… but it’s just no use.  Relenting, you let yourself be held by him, inhaling the scent of his aftershave that’s become synonymous with happiness and giving yourself over to it all, at least for now.  You let him kiss you with your face in his hands, let him promise you that he’ll make it all ok, and you let yourself believe in this lie, just for a little while longer.  

“You know I love you… Whatever it is, baby, we’ll fix it… I love you,” he tells you over and over, his face pressed into your hair and all you can do is cry because you know you love him too, and you know it’ll never be enough.  

Originally posted by sosjimin

Taehyung

“Tae, Tae, stop it!” you giggle, trying your best to throw him off whilst ensuring you’re clenching your pelvic floor as hard as you possibly can; he’s be tickling you for what feels like forever now, and you’ll be damned if you give him the satisfaction of peeing yourself for him to tease you about that too.  

“Not until you call me Oppa!” he shouts back, sat on your stomach, his bony fingers digging into your ribs as he grins down at you.  He’s such a masochist - you know he’s getting off on this really, watching you squirm and struggle.

“You’re like one month older than me, weirdo!”

“Op-pa!” he persists, accentuating every syllable, his eyes narrowing when you shake your head.  His fingertips start to creep towards your armpits, your weakest spot, and no matter how hard you try to push his hands away he’s just too strong.  You barely make it ten seconds before you’re shouting ‘oppa’ over and over again, tears streaming from your eyes, just wanting it to end.  Finally, he relents, sitting up with a satisfied smirk on his face.

That’s when you chose your moment to strike.  You reach out to twist his nipples through his shirt, grinning wickedly, but before you can do anything Taehyung’s grabbed both your wrists and pinning them above your head, growling like an animal.  A beat passes where you just look at each other, both out of breath, and then you’re laughing again, in hysterics as you so often are when you’re together, only stopping when Taehyung eagerly crashes his lips against yours.

You expect the kiss to become more passionate, if anything, so you’re surprised when it gets softer, Tae letting go of your wrists to stroke his hands gently through your hair and down onto your face.  When he pulls away, still rubbing his thumbs along your cheeks, there’s something shining in his eyes that you’ve never seen from him before, some emotion that until now has been unknown.  You know exactly what it is though, you know because it’s exactly the same thing you can feel swelling in your own chest.  

He opens his mouth to speak, and that’s when you panic.  You’re not ready to hear those words again, and you’re certainly not ready to say them again.  Not after last time, not after what happened when-

You sit up abruptly, pushing him off you and hurrying to stand, grabbing your jacket from the sofa to leave before Taehyung snatches it back from your hand after having stood up almost as quickly as you.  He look so confused, his mouth hanging open, head tilted to the side as he tries to make sense of your sudden and unexpected change in behaviour.

“What’s-”

“Just don’t say it, Tae,” you snap, snatching your jacket back but just holding it there by your side, fist clenched, “I don’t want to hear it, ok?  Don’t say it, because you can’t take it back.”  

“Jagiya…” he whispers softly, his eyes starting to mist over with moisture, chin practically trembling as you flinch away from the touch of his hand.  

“Just… just leave it, please?”  You sound like you’re begging, on the verge of tears now too, and before he can try to reach out to you again you run from his apartment, leaving Taehyung to dissolve into tears, wondering how on earth it all suddenly went so wrong.  

Originally posted by jjks

Jungkook

He’s been getting possessive lately - it’s all too obvious for anyone who looks to see.  Every time you hang out with the rest of the group he keeps getting all… handsy.  Not in an inappropriate way or anything, but any time you’re talking to another guy he’ll just casually wrap his arm around your waist or lay it across your shoulder, like he’s subtly marking his territory.

You’re sure other girls wouldn’t mind.  They’d probably love to have someone like Jungkook lay his claim on them, thrilled to be considered such a prize worth protecting, but when he does it to you all you can think about is your ex-boyfriend and how he used to be exactly the same. Jealous, possessive, irrational, constantly accusing you of cheating even though he was the one that was fucking your best friend behind your back.  Ex-best friend, should you say.  

There’s a lot of ex’s in your past, for one reason or another, and that’s why after a few dates you’re still resisting Jungkook’s attempts to make the two of you into something more.  You can do without another ex to add to your list, thank you very much, no matter how much you can feel him getting under your skin with each and every day that passes.  That’s just another reason why you want to keep him at arm’s length - you can’t afford to let yourself be vulnerable.  Not again.  You’re not letting anyone hurt you like that ever again.  

Jungkook seems to be feeling particularly threatened today, though you’re not entirely sure why.  Perhaps it’s because of the skirt you’re wearing, or maybe it’s the way Yoongi keeps looking at you from across the room, but either way it’s starting to get your back up.  He doesn’t own you, and it’s the desire to show Jungkook exactly that that eventually drives you across to the other side of the studio to sit down next to Yoongi, smiling like a cheshire cat.  

You can feel his eyes on you the moment you strike up a conversation, eyes that you pointedly ignore, choosing instead to act like everything Yoongi says is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.  You lean your body into his, leaning your head on his shoulder as you laugh, placing your hand on his thigh and leaving it to linger there far longer than necessary.  Yoongi’s loving every second of it, lapping it up until Jungkook finally snaps and comes striding over, trying to look casual and failing miserably at doing so.

“Namjoon wants you,” he tells Yoongi, not even looking at his elder as he says it.  No, his eyes are fixed on you, full of both anger and hurt, and the moment Yoongi gets up with a groan Jungkook is taking his spot, flopping down at your side.  You see him tick his head to the side, clenching his jaw in the silence that follows, and find yourself smiling before you can help it at his adorable habit.  

God damn it, you really need to put a stop to this now, before you get even more attached than you already are.  

“Why were you acting like that?” he asks after a moment, once he’s sure the rest of his friends are sufficiently preoccupied.

“Acting like what?” you reply, sounding as innocent as possible, and you know it’s pissing him off because his jaw clenches again, his hands balling into fists and relaxing again where they hang over his knees.

“Flirting with Yoongi like that.  You were all over him.”  

“So?” you blurt out, only realising after you’ve already said it just how cold and callous you sound.  Jungkook actually looks taken aback when you turn your head to the side to look at him, his usually soft, doe eyes widened in confusion, no anger left to see.  

“So…?” he repeats quietly.  You stare him out, trying not to flinch at the sharp feeling of guilt that stabs through you when he falters first, turning his head with a shake and looking to the ground, swallowing against the lump you can guess that’s forming in his throat.  “I thought…”

“We’ve been on like… what… four dates, Jungkook?”  You sound condescending and cruel, and you hate yourself for it.  What a heartless bitch those exs have turned you into, huh?  “You can’t tell me you thought it was serious?”  

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

3

The worst part is that even though we haven’t spoken in months, even though she habitually ignored my texts so much that I just stopped trying, even though I know, deep down, that she doesn’t care about me anymore and that she probably has all new friends up in fucking Seattle…I still miss her. If she came back tomorrow and said “Hey Chloe, want to dress up like pirates and be stupid together?”, I would take her back in a heartbeat.

Disney Song Starters:
  • “I think it’s time you and I arranged a heart to heart.”
  • “Check the grin, you’re in love.”
  • “The cold never bothered me anyway.”
  • “Reindeer are better than people.”  
  • “At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love.”
  • “Hey, [NAME], not in front of the kids!!”
  • “Don’t try to hide it.”
  • “Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it?”
  • “Too bad you’re gonna miss the girl/boy.”
  • “I don’t see you anymore.”
  • “If you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew.”
  • “Help me not to make a fool of me.”
  • “Let me share this whole new world with you.”
  • “When did you last let your heart decide?” 
  • "You think the earth is just a dead thing you can claim.”
  • “You think the only people who are people are the people who look and think like you.”
  • “Why is my reflection someone I don’t know?”
  • “Hold your breath, it gets better.”
  • “I steal only what I can’t afford.”
  • “I can take a hint.”
  • “You’re my only friend [NAME].”
  • “I think it’s time you and I arranged a heart to heart.”
  • “I’m a sensitive soul, though I seem think skinned.”
  • “Hey, [NAME], not in front of the kids!!”
  • “Don’t try to hide it.”
  • “I’m a sensitive soul, though I seem thick skinned.”
  • “I’d blame parents except he/she/you/I haven’t got them.”
  • “Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it?”
  • “Too bad you’re gonna miss the girl/boy.”
  • “Can you feel the love tonight?”
  • “Why was I a fool in school for cutting gym?”
  • “She/he don’t got a lot to say but there’s something about her/him.”  
  • “They weren’t kidding when they’d call me, well, a witch.”
  • “Don’t underestimate the importance of body language.”
  • “Now I really wish that I knew how to swim.”
  • “Go ahead, make your choice.”
  • “You/I don’t know why, but you’re/I’m dying to try. You/I wanna kiss the girl/boy.”
  • “Poor unfortunate souls in pain, in need.”
  • “Look at this stuff. Isn’t it neat?”
  • “I won’t say I’m in love.”
  • “I wanna be where the people are.”
  • “Wish I could be part of that/your world.”
  • “I’m ready to know what the people know.”
  • “We feel a lot like cattle.”
  • “Our aching feet aren’t easy to ignore.”
  • “The only girl who’d love him is his mother.”
  • “If I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart.”
  • “Must there be a secret me I’m forced to hide?”
  • “I can go the distance.”
  • “When will my reflection show who I am inside?”
  • “You’re the saddest bunch I’ve ever met.”
  • “Say goodbye to those who knew me.”
  • “Heed my every order and you might survive.”
  • “If there’s a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I’ve already one that.”
  • “Face it like a grown up.”
  • “Get off my case!”
  • “I won’t accept defeat.”
  • “I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried.”
  • “I have often dreamed of a far off place.”
  • “Don’t let them know.”
  • “It’s time to see what I can do.”
  • “I wanna be like you.”
  • “Well, I’ve seen worse.”
  • “I reached the top and had to stop and that’s what’s bothering me.”
  • “Do you want to build a snowman?”
  • “I’m right out here for you, just let me in.”
  • “You’ll bring honor to us all.”
  • “This is what you give me to work with?”  

anonymous asked:

I don't understand something. Why do you seem to make Anxiety out to be not-terrible? I just don't get it. If he's supposed to be a metaphor for actual anxiety, how could the other sides of you treat him like a friend? How could he be shipped with your fanciful side? Actual anxiety is nothing but pain, and for me, the other facets of my brain would want nothing to do with her. I'm not hating on the way you portray things, I'm just confused on how it all plays out in the metaphor.

That’s actually a REALLY good question! A question I’ll be definitely making a future video about! I can’t very well explain the shipping portion of it all haha, but to put it basically here, anxiety is a natural evolutionary trait that is innately in us to keep us alert! It’s just, in some of us, it’s more heightened and can inhibit us from time to time. In my first video where I introduced Anxiety, I brought up tools for how to shut him down, but I think it’s important to understand that stuff like that is a natural part of ourselves and we shouldn’t ignore that it’s there.

Like he said in today’s video, he’s not always the bad guy, and our anxiety is actually not trying to be bad at all. Now, moreover, my character, Anxiety, is slowly starting to represent more than just anxiety (one of the reasons names will come into play for all of them). He could be stress/negative thoughts/etc., that we deal with. It should be good that we can acknowledge they’re a part of us, and know how to deal with them, but not try to suppress them! Hope this helps ya a bit!

Just a piece of the past now

A fact should be mentioned is how Kaneki was always admiring Touka through different perspectives.

First, as a pure human who has never known her very well to begin with.

Well Kaneki, here is the first thing you wouldn’t have known yet, that you won’t fall in love with the customer, but with this lovely barista. ❤️

Then again, even after knowing she is a ghoul, saw her fight, and he himself became half ghoul and knew what kind of life she is living still this image of Touka won’t change.

Once more, after losing his memories and his old life, after building a whole new identity with several relationships and a decent job, fully satisfied and does not seek any other relationship, yet he found her beautiful.

I really liked this question “What are those eyes seeing?”. I like that it could be interpreted by two ways:

- Either Kaneki is asking himself about what Touka’s eyes are seeing? what’s this nostalgic feeling made you show this expression Touka?

- Or it’s Kaneki’s eyes when he saw Touka, what flashes your memory Kaneki? What are you seeing in Touka made you think of your past?

And what is the result? That longing feeling which made him keep returning every once in a while.

Stealing glances secretly, but you failed at this sweet Kaneki we all know that 😉

Even when you were not visiting, your mind would be absent thinking about her.

Note that he -as Sasaki- connected her to the people Kaneki knew, so it’s a high chance that she too is a ghoul, and you are an investigator Sasaki…. I really liked Ishida-sensei showing Sasaki’s longing in one of the happiest chapters, he still can’t ignore that part of him even though he was so scared.

No matter how many realty or fake identity you’ll live in Kaneki. No matter what is your kind. No matter what your relationship with her is (customer/barista, trainee/coach, friends, just a stranger),you will always choose her.

An Inconvenient Circumstance

Word count: 4890
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Rough sex, slight domination, slight choking/breath play.
Summary: When you’re stuck in an elevator that’s stopped working, what else is there to do to pass the time?

You stood awkwardly in the elevator, stealing glances at the man beside you, his intimidating features making you look back almost every seconds. How long does it take to get to the ground floor??? You looked upwards, still on one of the highest floors, so you would have to stand here awkwardly a while longer.

The men beside you looked very handsome, intimidatingly handsome and it appealed to you so much and you didn’t understand quite why. He had snakebite piercings, and another piercing at his eyebrow, his hair was slicked backwards and black, his shoulders broad, he wore a tight black tank top with a leather jacket and jeans. His expression sported a resting bitch face, but a fucking hot one. You were completely opposite to him, you wore a blazer with a fancy top with skinny black jeans and black heels as you were leaving from a late interview you just had, you gave a slight wave to your hair, making sure you looked formal enough to please your interviewer.  

You would have been shocked if he couldn’t tell how much you were staring at him. You kept to one side of the elevator, while he kept to his. Not looking each other in the eye to avoid anymore tension in the elevator, there was already so much that you could cut it with a butter knife. You watched the floors slowly change. Was the elevator going in slow motion or something? You sighed as you checked the time on your watch and then suddenly you flung from the wall as the elevator came to a sudden stop, the elevator flung you to the floor and you gasped, but two arms caught you right before impact, the man lifted you back up and allowed you to regain your balance before removing his arms from your body.

“Thank you” you said to him, locking eyes with him for the first time and seeing how beautifully brown they were, you couldn’t help but stare down when his intense gazed locked on you for too long.

“You’re welcome” he said to you, staring up at the elevator, which was no longer moving. Once he realised it wasn’t about to keep going he started to get impatient.

“What the fuck” he said, as the lights flickered every now and then. The elevator was officially stuck, just fucking great. He attempted to press the emergency button but it gave him an electric shock back and he cursed in response.

“I guess it’s not working…” you sighed.

“No shit” You stared at him as his anger started to boil and the elevator started to get hotter every second.

“HEY!” he shouted out repeatedly.

“No one is going to hear you”

He ignored you, his anger rising as he started to bang on the elevator doors, punching them with enough strength that you actually saw a small dent left in the door.

“Hey! Can you calm down!” he ignored you again, ready to punch the door again so you quickly grabbed him arm, pulling him back.

“No! Who knows how fucking long we are going to be stuck in here”

“Yeah it sucks! but leaving dents in the door isn’t going to help either of us so stop!” He focused his glare on you, his angry gaze once again melting you and you had to stare away.

“Whatever” he said in defeat.

You both stood there in silence and frustration as ages past and it felt like forever each second you were stuck in there.

“There’s barely anyone in the building its night time do they even know we are here???” You broke the silence finally, expressing your worries.

He ignored you once again, his ignorance starting to frustrate you and you scoffed.

“We are both stuck here the least you could do is fucking talk” This caught his attention.

“What do you want me to say!?” he asked back, his tone filled with annoyance.

“Anything!” you waved your hands around in frustration, just signalling for him to do anything,
“Whats your name!” you asked him, trying to initiate any conversation, hoping he would take part.

“Jaebum”

“He speaks! I’m y/n”

“We’ll I might have said its nice to meet you but under the circumstances, it’s not.” His blunt honesty kind of made you laugh.

“That’s fair enough, ditto” He smirked back at you, the mostly friendly thing he has done this whole time.

You two finally started to make some small talk and he opened up, he asked about your interview and you asked him questions too, the time passing a bit quicker, but the elevator was heating up which was making the situation more unbearable.
You stared at the time on your watch and you were shocked.

“We have been in here for almost 2 hours! It’s almost midnight!” He just looked at you and shook his head, he didn’t bother trying to reassure you about getting out or anything like that because he knew it was useless, you two could be in there all night.

You started to fan your face and you noticed tiny sweat beads on his face across you, glistening on his forehead.

“Fuck its getting to hot, how you’re still wearing that leather jacket is beyond me” you said, you took of your blazer, you tight formal top showing underneath, and he stared at you as you took it off, your chest glistening with tiny dots of sweat and he couldn’t help but stare as you chest moved up and down from the rising heat. Watching you just made him sweat and get even more hotter so in response he decided to take off his jacket too. You watched him as he did so, his muscles flexing, and his arms toned and gorgeous as you stared at them, silently thanking for his choice in a black singlet. But you shook your head and discarded any inappropriate thoughts away.

The heat was getting to you both, your cheeks flushing, both of you breathing heavier, trying to keep up small talk but you were both just concentrated on fanning yourself. Sweat was glistening down the both of you and you both leaned on the walls off the elevator.

“Fuck I can’t do this anymore” He said, leaning his head up and you watched his neck as he swallowed, his adams apple moving up and down as he did so, his movements flustering you. He put his face back down and stared at you, catching you stare at him and you quickly turned away but he shot a smirk at you, such a cocky smirk that it sent a tingle down your back. You kept your place against the wall but he pushed himself off it it, moving towards you, his hands in his pockets. You looked up at his eyes, his pupils dilated so suddenly.

“What are you doing?” you asked him as he moved dangerously close to you.

“I can think of something to pass the time” he said, his deadly smirk making your face flush bright pink.

“Don’t be silly” you attempted to move away from him but his arms leaned on the wall, encasing your body and trapping you in the corner of the elevator.

“I see the way you have been staring at me, it’s not exactly subtle” you shied at his words, trying to stare at anything but his face. His hand came down to your chin, pulling your face upwards to look at him.

“We are going to be in here a while” was the last thing he said to you, you gulped as his lips came closer and closer to yours, but you weren’t moving away, you wanted this, you didn’t know what it was about him that made you want this so much but the urge was impossible to resist, so when his lips finally reached yours, you let him kiss you. You kissed him back immediately, his lips molding into your own and you felt his shit eating grin in the kiss.

“Knew you couldn’t resist”

“Just shut up” you said, bringing his face back down to yours. You both melted into each others lips. His tongue pushed into your mouth, and he dominated over you, licking around and nibbling on your bottom lip whenever he had to pull away to breathe. The hotness of the elevator made you two breathe even heavier, your chests rising up and down very fast as sweat trickled down your foreheads. His hands grabbed at your sides, pushing you back roughly against the elevator wall as his deep kisses became rougher, your hands grabbed at his hair and tugged roughly as your tongues battled together. You moaned into the kiss, the roughness overwhelming you and arousing you all at the same time and he was definitely living up to his intimidating appearance as he pressed you against the wall with his hips. You were trapped in him and you loved it. His hands dug into your hips, grabbing roughly at the hem off you shirt and pulling it above your head and throwing it behind him. You continued kissing and you grabbed at his shirt, discarding it from his body. You ogled at him for the shortest moment, taking in his broad shoulders and toned chest while he unclipped your bra, pulling it off your chest.

His lips moved to your neck, biting harshly and roughly while his hands grabbed onto your breasts, rubbing them roughly at the same time.

“Fuck Jaebum” you moaned as his teeth dug into your skin and your nipples hardened against his touch.  He bit down harder in response to hearing his name, groaning against your skin and you gasped as he left numerous marks and deep bruises all over your neck, the feeling so painfully pleasurable and you couldn’t describe it. The rising heat of the elevator just amplified the feeling of the situation and you could feel your arousal in your panties getting wetter and wetter by each second as his hands explored your body, squeezing on your hips, your breasts and tugging you into whatever place he wanted you to be and you let him have complete control over your body. Your hands grabbed at his hair tightly as his lips moved to your breasts, sucking on your breasts and leaving wet spots as he spread out his rough kisses, your breath hitched in your throat as he bit down onto your breasts, turning them into a perfect shade of purple and blue as he left bruises and marks on you.

You moaned and moaned as he returned the pleasure to the other breast while licking and rubbing at the same time. Your breasts perked for him and boosted his ego as he hardened his treatment, rubbing both of your breasts roughly in his hands while licking in between.

“Fuck they’re so perfect” he said to you and you moaned at his words, his face came back to yours as he started kissing you again. He grabbed both of your hands with just one of his, pinning them above your head and against the wall as he nibbled on your bottom lip. His other hand came up to your neck, squeezing very lightly lifting your head up to face him. His lips crashed onto yours as the grip on your neck didn’t loosen, making it harder for you to breath but the feeling excited you and you wanted more. Your tongue explored his mouth as his did the same and you both groaned into the kiss, his grip on your neck getting the littlest bit tighter, your hands struggled in his, wanted to touch him and run them through his hair but he didn’t let you, keeping your hands above you.

His hands finally let go of your neck and your own hands, moving down your body on to the floor, looking up at you as he took your shoes off, sliding them behind him, he moved back up, towering in front of you and staring straight into your eyes as his hands slid down the zipper of your jeans but not sliding them down your legs just yet. One of his hands gripped your hips, making sure you were pushed into the wall while the other slowly slid into your pants, your head rolled back as he rubbed you tormentingly over your panties, allowing you to acknowledge just how wet you have become and you sighed at the feeling.

“Already so wet for me” His hand on your waist grabbed your chin, lowering your face down to look at him and you kept your eyes on each other as he rubbed you slowly and deeply over and over again.

“Keep looking at me y/n, don’t look away, I want to see your face as I pleasure you…” you did as he told, keeping your gazes on each other and trying your best not to look away when his thumb ran rougher over you. You chest breathed heavy, your breasts bumping into his own toned chest every time you breathed. He moved his hand into your panties, rubbing his thumb slowly but deeply over your clit and you hissed at the feeling, cursing under your breath as you continued to stare at him, yours and his eyes dilated with lust, the mirrors in the elevator officially steaming up.

As his thumb rounded your clit his fingers rubbed you up and down, coating your wetness all over you before sliding two fingers inside of you.

“FucK!” you almost tore you gaze away as he started pumping inside of you, sticking with a slow pace that roamed around inside you, feeling your walls from side to side as his fingers moved round and round inside you and all you wanted to do was roll your head back, but instead, you settled with gripping his shoulders for dear life.

“Good girl, keep it up” he said to you as you continued to follow his instruction. As he pushed his fingers in as deep as possible he continued to roam your insides, fingers slightly curling inside you which made you writhe in response to him, barely being able to stand still from all the pleasure. You could feel his ring as he pushed his fingers in and out of you and it just amplified your pleasure by a million. More and more curses started to leave your mouth until Jaebum came to a halt, removing his hand from your clit and you inside, bringing his fingers up to your lips and you took them in your mouth straight away, sucking and licking his fingers as you tasted yourself on him, keeping your eyes on him as you did so, the look you’re giving him making him groan and the bulge in his pants starting to grow.

You released his fingers from your mouth with a lewd pop and licked around your lips. You both stared at each other deeply as he started dragging your pants and panties down you legs, as they reach the floor you kicked out of them and he pushed them behind him. You reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zip and dragging his jeans and boxers down to the floor, discarding them also. His erection sprang free and you only tore your eyes away for a second to glance at the impressive length before concentrating your look back onto him. As you were about to get down onto your knees he stopped you.

“Not yet baby” he said as he kept you trapped against the elevator wall. The small space in the elevator was heated up and the mirror was officially steamed out, sweat was running down both of your skin and you couldn’t help but admire the way it made him glisten. Jaebum dropped onto his knees, looking up at you as his hand returned to your core, pushing three fingers now inside you and you almost screamed as he immediately settled for full speed, the coarse feeling of his ring making your walls clench around his fingers. As his fingers continued their sins his face moved to your clit, and his tongue started to lick you, at a complete opposite speed from his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at your clit, little kitten licks that were driving you absolutely insane and you wanted more but you couldn’t say the words. You kept your stare at him, trying your very best not to look away, but it was getting harder each second.

“OhHH ~ Fu-ck!” his licks on your clit started to get deeper and you felt your legs starting to tremble and shake, I guess Jaebum felt it too, so he used his spare hand to hold you up. His fingers curled inside you and he started to nibble and suck on your clit and you couldn’t stare at him any longer, your head rolled back in pleasure hitting the elevator wall and you moaned and groaned and cursed, lewd noises spilling from your mouth and if no one knew you two were stuck here, they probably know now…

Your hands tugged at his hair roughly, pushing his face further into you. You rolled your hips back and forth for more friction but he stopped you immediately, firmly placing his arm across you to keep you still on the wall when all you wanted to do was move. He nibbled and sucked at your clit roughly while his fingers continued their ministrations, curling and pumping in and out of you. His licks became long and his sucks rougher and the sounds coming from his tongue and his finger fucking filled up the elevator. He licked up and down your clit and you screamed in pleasure, the pleasure knot in your stomach starting to tighten and you couldn’t hold your orgasm much longer.

“Im– so close- Fuck!” Jaebum quickened his speed, his muscles tensing and going into overdrive as he pushed you towards your orgasm, but he decided to change it up, removing his fingers from you and replacing them with his tongue as his thumb now roughly traced deep circles around your clit and you mewled in delight, his tongue licking around your entrance before sliding inside you, licking around your walls, pushing in and out of you and licking up and down, the feelings making you see stars, your breath started to get hitched and you were almost choking from barely being able to take a deep breath.  With a few more clean licks and rubs and tugs at your clit, your orgasm hit you like no other and you screamed his name over and over as your back arched off the wall, your body shaking as you orgasm ripped through your, your eyes clenched shut and your mouth wide open, not able to release a noise. Jaebum continued his actions as you rode out you high, and when you finally started to relax against him he removed his tongue and his fingers from you, licking his lips and his fingers as he lifted himself off the floor. You opened your eyes and he was staring down at you, a smirk planted across his face at your messy state.

As your breath started to become even again he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Ready for round 2 princess?” You didn’t have the strength to reply so you nodded weakly at him. Ready for a fuck you knew you were going to remember.

He placed his hands underneath your thighs before lifting you up, you cradled you legs around him as your arms held tightly around his neck, he left soft kisses to your breasts before aligning himself with your entrance and sliding into you, the feeling causing an immediate response to you as your head tilted back in a deep groan.

“Fuck you’re so tight and wet-” he groaned as he entered you to the brim, giving you only seconds to adjust to his length as he started slowly pulling all the way back out. You cursed under you breath as he slowly pulled in and out of you, setting a tormentingly slow pace and you just wanted more from him. Your hands tightly gripped the nape of his neck.
Jaebum continued his torments, pulling out all the way to the tip and then slamming back into you hard, filling you to the brim and deep throaty groans fell from your plump lips.

As he continued his slow but hard pace it was starting to get to much for you and you needed him to go faster, but the pleasure he was giving you was stopping you from formulating any kind of english word.

“please–UGH” was all you could muster out. Somehow he knew what you meant and started to increase his speed, slamming his dick in and out of you, the faster pace making your back scrape against the elevator wall. His hands grabbed your hips, lifting them up and down rapidly to match the movement of his thrusts and you knew you would have bruises on your hips tomorrow from his tight grip. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and you almost drew blood from digging so much.

“FUCK! Jaebum!” you writhed against him, his thrusts so powerful. He thrust harder and deeper and started to hit your g-spot every time and your body shook and trembled from his merciless thrusts.

“Keep moaning my name baby-” Jaebum’s face in front of you was scrunched up in concentration and pleasure from his thrusts, sweat running down his forward, his teeth clenched and his eyebrows furrowed together. You knew your face was just as sweaty as your hair stuck to your forehead. As his thrusts started to become more powerful by the second he sunk his head into the crook of your neck, biting down as he thrusted up into you, you could feel the pressure of his teeth in your neck and it just amplified your pleasure as you groaned his name again, over and over. With each passing thrust he hit you in all the right spots and your walls clenched around him making him curse under his breath.

You could feel scratches forming on your back from being shoved into the elevator wall with each of his thrusts but feeling was nothing compared to the pleasure he was giving you and you couldn’t care less. He removed his hands from your hip, placing them on your ass and lifting you higher to try and reach deeper in you, and he did, making you cry in pleasure, tears starting to form in your eyes as the knot in your stomach started to reappear, he squeezed and messaged your cheeks in his hands and his lips went back to your breasts, kissing and tugging on your nipples roughly.

“Fuck I’m so close!” you mewled in delight, your walls continued to clench around him and he increased his speed to get you closer to your high.

You removed one of your hands from his neck, your hand was in between the two of you, moving down to your core and you rubbed fast circles around your clit, moans and curses spilled from your mouth as you received pleasure from yourself and Jaebum.
“Fuck that’s so hot y/n” he said, seeing you pleasure yourself and seeing you face so concentrated on reaching your high turned him on so fucking much he almost reached his own then and there. You started to see stars and you orgasm was inches away, so you roughened your hands to match the rhythm of Jaebum’s powerful thrusts. Seconds later you felt your orgasm wash over your body and you screamed as your back arched off the wall, your other hand slamming onto the mirror of the elevator, leaving a nice big hand print in the steam. He continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high, leaving more marks on your breasts as his hands dug into your ass, squeezing tightly. All your muscles tensed as the pleasure came through your body, your whole body shaking, your chest heaved up and down rapidly and you soon started to relax from your high, removing your hand from your core and relaxing your back onto the wall. You took heavy breaths as you tried to re-catch your breath. When you finally relaxed, Jaebum dropped your feet back to the floor and you almost lost balance as your legs felt like jelly.

He removed himself from inside you, and you grabbed him, pushing him and shoving him into the wall as you dropped to your knees, immediately taking his length into your mouth, sucking around his tip as your hand rubbed and pumped the rest of his length.

“Fuck!” he groaned as his head tilted back to lean on the wall, his hands grabbing your hair, keeping a tight grip on it.

Your tongue lapped around his length, flat tonguing him from bottom to top, and releasing his dick with a lewd popping noise every time. You hollowed your cheeks around him when you sucked deeply. As you brought your mouth back up to hip tip, you licked around his tip. You could feel his dick pulsating and his hands started gripping your hair more tightly.

He started to thrust in and out of your mouth, the feeling of his going at the back of your throat making you gag on his dick, the vibrations from your mouth sending waves of pleasure through him. You rested your hands on his thighs for support, feeling them tense every time he fucked your mouth. You tried your best to keep up with his rhythm, licking around him best you could whenever he thrusted back into your mouth, but he chased his high and took control, he bragged all your hair into his hands, bobbing your head back and forth to match his thrusts.

He moaned repeatedly and numerous swears fell from his lips each second as he came closer to his high. You could feel his cock throbbing inside your lips and knew he was close.

The lewd sound of sex filled the elevator and you eyes teared from the intensity of him filling up your mouth. Your groans and gagging getting him close to his orgasm so you continued to moan against his dick, the vibrations running through his body, his face was scrunched up in pleasure and his head rolled back as he moaned your name.

“Fuck y/n!” he groaned as his orgasm crashed through him, his warm seed filling your mouth, spilling from your lips as he continued to thrust, riding out his high. His heavy breaths filled the room and his chest was going up and down at a fast rate as he was trying to catch his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his body started to relax. He let go of your hair and removed his dick from your mouth, he opened his eyes and looked at you as you swallowed his seed, licking around your mouth to taste him around your lips. When he finally relaxed he bent down and grabbed your arms, pulling you back up with him to lift your off the floor, he gave you a small kiss on the forehead as he moved aside to gather his clothes and re dress himself. Once he did he started to gather yours one at a time, your panties first. He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture as he slowly slid the panties back up your legs, he did the same with your jeans.

He grabbed your bra, letting you do that once yourself before placing your top back over your arms for it to rest on your body.

“Thank you” you said smiling up at him.

“You’re welcome” he replied as he pushed aside the hair on your face, tucking it behind your ear. You looked at the elevator mirror, no bodies could be seen through any of the steam besides where you had left your messy had prints.

A few short minutes past and then suddenly the elevator doors opened up and three men were outside the elevator.

“Are you guys okay!?” they asked with concern.

“About fucking time, do you know how hot it is in here??? How long we have been in here!?” Jaebum answered, his frustration evident.

As the youngest man looked around the elevator, his eyes settling on the messy prints on the mirror.

“I guess you guys found a way to pass the time at least” you stared away, not wanting to look the man in the eye to confirm his accusation.

Jaebum grabbed your hand, rushing you to walk out of the elevator.

“Thank you for finally getting us out” you said as you both walked past. Ready for you and Jaebum to go you separate ways, but he walked you to your car, making sure you were safe before making your way home.

You entered your car and opened the window to say bye to him. You didn’t expect such a gentlemen like behaviour from him as he grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. As he was starting to turn away you rushed to speak.

“Wait!–” he cut you off before you could speak further.

“Don’t worry y/n, we will see each other again”. He smirked back up at you, before disappearing into the early morning, and as you made your way home, all you could think about is the next time you would see him, and you hoped it would be soon.



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                           I Missed you

Inspired by today’s eclipse and for @sterekwritingroom‘s flash event.

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The first group of weres pass through Beacon Hills on a Thursday. Stiles probably wouldn’t notice except that he’s spent the past year and a half hanging out almost exclusively with supernatural beings and that… well, ok, these guys aren’t exactly subtle. They tilt their heads almost in sync as he passes by them –– heading in to pay cash at the gas station while they pile back into their packed SUV. Noses flare, stances shift, and Stiles has about point five seconds to plan a bolt back to the Jeep before one of them’s announcing “Don’t trouble your Alpha; we’re just passing north for the event.” And then they’re back in the SUV and gone.

So… yeah, not to diminish Stiles’ awesome deductive skills here but… not subtle.

The second sighting happens before school on Friday, when Stiles ducks into the Dunkin’ Donuts for some much needed coffee and practically trips over a trio of sugar-high toddlers. One of them, wearing what looks like a home-painted t-shirt, decorated with a slightly uneven yellow circle, is midway through whining “Momma, we’re gonna miss the––“ when she stops in her tracks to stare up at him.

Stiles blinks down at her, the door perched against his elbow.

“Say ‘scuse me,” the boy next to her murmurs. It’s too early for this, brain crawling the sludge-slow of non-coffee through his system, and Stiles isn’t sure which of them he’s talking to.

“Excuse me,” he says and all three immediately shuffle, staring wide enough it makes Stiles’ eyes ache for them. He starts past, scrubbing a hand across his jaw self-consciously, wondering if he’d missed sleep drool or a sock in his hair or something on his mad rush out the door but, two steps past, the youngest kid snuffles and speaks up, soft: “Are you gonna come see the moon with us?”

It takes another step for Stiles to register that she’s talking to him, but by the time he blinks back the boy’s already tutting at her.

“No Lucy. He’ll go with his own pack.”

The little girl’s mouth opens in a wide, understanding O, while her older sister tugs proudly on her yellow circle shirt. It’s painted a messy black in the middle, inside the bright golden edge, and Stiles kind of forgets coffee for a minute in the face of actual werewolf children and then there’s a woman stepping up behind them, coffee and a box of munchkins in hand, dropping a fond hand to ruffle the boy’s hair as she gives Stiles an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that, they’ve never been through another pack’s territory before. We’ve been driving since Arizona –– long trip for the little ones. But I couldn’t miss the chance for them to experience this. Best sighting until totality in 2017!”

“I’ll be ten,” says the boy, in the tone of one who’s done the math very carefully a dozen times over.

Stiles nods, a little lost because werewolf toddlers, and manages “well that’s… good.”

“I’m two,” the youngest puts in proudly, vaguely missing the thread of the conversation but eager to take part, and Stiles smiles back, wishing he had a little more coffee in his system because it’s not like he’s oblivious about what’s going on in the world this weekend, but he’s starting to feel a little dense for not connecting all kinds of dots sooner.

Then again, there’s another person who probably could’ve connected them for him.

“They don’t know how lucky they are,” the woman adds, beaming down. “I had to wait years for my first one and I’ll never forget the experience. Of course, you won’t feel it the same way as us,” her tone going apologetic, “but I’m sure your pack can’t wait to take part.”

And then she’s ushering the kids out the door with promises of donuts in the car, and Stiles is tugging out his phone, pulling up Derek Hale’s number.

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Prompt: Combination of Jason Todd imagine where reader used to be part of the league angst maybe? And Can you please do something with Jason x reader? (They’re boyfriend and girlfriend) Specifically something really fluffy like reader and Jason are partners on patrol and they help each other out during fights. They also have witty banter and flirt while fighting. After patrol, they are going back to the batcave and it’s really cute and romantic. I don’t know. Hopefully this works. We don’t get a lot of Jason fluff.

Requested by: ANON and bitch-jerk-assbut-idigits67


    “What is your deal with her?”

    Jason can only smirk as he ignores the question … again. Some things were private, and his relationship with you was at the top of that list. “Seriously Jay, is this a Selina and Bruce type romance?”

    That made Jason frown. You weren’t casual. You were a committed and loyal person. Of course, they had no way of knowing that. All they knew about you was your mask and the fact you showed up when anyone was in trouble. Well, that and the constant flirting.

    Removing the helmet, Jason ran his fingers through his hair before facing his brothers. Dick was in full swing big brother mode. Dick had made it clear that he was tired of losing people, that had led to him being more nosy than usual lately. It had also left him sounding like a mother hen.

    The rest of the family was curious, but they weren’t going as far as to demand answers. With nothing left to do, Jason did the only thing he could; he chucked the helmet at his brother and grinned in satisfaction when he caught it; it gave him just enough time to rush forward and sweep his feet out from under him.

    Leaving him on the floor, Jason made his escape. It didn’t take long to get home. The mere fact that you were waiting for him was enough to make him hurry. Sure enough, you were there.

You were lying on the couch dressed in your favorite sleep pants, and one of Jason’s shirts. He’s still dressed in his patrol uniform when he collapses on top of you. You giggle as he steals a few kisses.

You sweep his hair behind his ear before kissing him properly. “Welcome home.”

“It’s so good to be home. My brothers are annoying.”

“Especially when I’m trying to save them.”

He laughs, “Told you so.”

He links his fingers with yours. His thumb twirls the band on your ring finger. You’d been

a part of the League when Talia had brought Jason to the compound. You’d watched him come back to life, and had been part of the force to help restrain him in the early days.

    It had become apparent rather quickly that he calmed down around you. He had allowed you near him, to help him. Your bond had become solid and concrete within a year. And Ra’s had been consumed with it. Jason was one of the best, that was clear. He was strong, and fast, and he could endure.

    And after several years of being partners on the battlefield, you became partners in life. The two of you had been faithful to Ra’s, to the League. You’d been so grateful for the gift of each other, that you hadn’t questioned him. Until he derived a plan to destroy Gotham.

    Years of memories had come flooding back to Jason. It became clear what the two of you had to do in the days that followed. Jason had fled, and you’d remained as a spy. When the time had come you had foiled the League with the help of Jason’s family.

    You’d appeared a week later, dressed in a mask, and your own costume. Playing with Jason’s family had been too good of an opportunity to pass up. So you patrolled the streets of Gotham with Jason, and when he was busy with his family you did it alone.

    From time to time, you showed up when Jason’s family needed help. You pulled them out of sticky situations, flirted with your husband, and retreated home.

    Jason’s lips on your neck draw you out of your thoughts and you giggle, “We can’t.”

    “Why not?”

    You kiss his cheek, “Because there’s a little girl in there waiting for her daddy to check the closet for monsters.”

    His brow furrows, “She’s still awake?”

    You nod, “Oh yes. She wanted to see her daddy.”

    With a smile he heaves himself off the couch and you watch him disappear into her bedroom. A moment later you turn towards the window and smile, “Took you longer than usual.”

    “Grayson kept complaining about how you’re potentially dangerous.”

    “I’m lethal.”

    Damian snorts, “To everyone but Jason and Rosie.”

    You wave him away, “Go spoil your niece squirt.”

    “Technically she’s my cousin, Aunt Y/N.”

    You roll your eyes, “Be gone brat.”

    He shrugs and walks into your daughter’s room, settling back in with your book you listen to the sound of your daughter’s giggles and smile.

so i rewatched 4.03 recently and talked to @wellamyblake about this and,, i knoW the list scene has been talked about to death, but right now i need to Publicly state that this is really, truly, the sexiest scene ever aired on the 100. facts only on my blog…

we could talk all day about the intimacy and context of this scene… but listen, this part ESPECIALLY where bellamy looks up while he’s writing her name on the list is HOT. two reasons.

1. he’s looking up to MAKE SURE SHE’S WATCHING while he writes her name. Making sure she can’t run away from this, that she can’t escape or misinterpret why he’s doing it. to make sure she can’t miss the fact that he loves her that much. he’s saying “you see this? you see me writing your name. you see how sure I am about it. you deserve to live, remember that.”

2. he’s meeting her eyes in almost a way that dares her to try to stop him or disagree. There’s so much defiance in this stare, telling her how wrong he thinks she is. how wrong ANYONE is who thinks clarke doesn’t deserve to live. and in that look– it’s almost a glare tbh– he’s declaring he’ll fight for her place on that list, even if it means fighting with her. 

and you can just see how much it shakes clarke. Like, immediately after he puts down the pen she lowers her eyes like she’s overwhelmed. And he immediately becomes softer, more relaxed, after he’s made this declaration . because he understands why it’s hard to get put on the list, or to feel deserving of it. but he’s firm about it all the same. 

tl;dr, there’s so much love declared through actions in this scene without a single word spoken, and… that’s really… really… wow.

⇁ tessellate | 01

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

sequel to nudes, not flowers with more angst and more filth

pairing⇁Hoseok x Reader x Jungkook

genre⇁smut, slight angst || fuckboi!au

warnings⇁public indecency, cumplay, exhibitionism, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, dom!junghope, jealousy, mentions of infidelity, sex in front of a mirror, oh n light daddy kink 

word count⇁15k

“ Triangles are my favorite shape
Three points where two lines meet.” (tessellate)

Triangles are supposed to be the strongest and most stable of all geometric shapes. You wonder how true this statement is if applied to real life situations. The way you see it: triangles aren’t a reliable structure for relationships, especially if the parties you’re involved with find commitment to be a foreign concept. 

or : a fuckboy’s guide to polyamory 

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anonymous asked:

What do think about people saying that someone on the panel said that "lance is keiths stability"? Do you think this is fake, a poor choice of words, or a misinterpretation? Something else entirely? Id love to see what you think

you know, I was pretty confused until someone else pointed me to the transcript, but now I think I get it:

Fan: My question is, last year at this same panel I asked about Lance and the Black Lion. Now that we’ve seen how much Keith does not want to be a leader, or is cut out for it, will we continue to see Lance in being Keith’s right hand man…come into his own as a leader himself as he’s proven that he’s capable? Does this have any mirroring or juxtaposition to Zarkon and Alfor’s relationship?
Lauren: I think you’re kinda dead on where you see the relationships between these lions and the paladins that are in those lions. It’s a very specific type of person that these lions respond to and you see there is the leader and the right hand man, and Lance has absolutely come into his own with Keith and kind of being his stability. 

And, I mean, I’ve talked a lot about how I see sheith mirroring zaggar. But also, I’ve gone into meta about how I see Lance and Keith’s dynamic revolving into a mirror image of Zarkon and Alfor. And I’m really happy that it seems like they’ve confirmed that’s the case! A lot of Allura’s moments with Lance in season 3 stress just how much of Alfor she sees in him. And she says that’s why Red picked him

The fact that Allura sees Alfor in Lance is especially interesting when talking about these comparisons. Because, we already know from season 2 that she also saw Zarkon in Keith. 

I also think it’s very purposeful that Lauren and Joaquim kind of ignored that first part about Lance becoming black paladin or taking over Keith’s position as leader. This idea that Keith isn’t “cut out for it” or that Lance would make for the better leader–seems weird to me when supporting Keith’s role as black paladin is what got him his seat with Red in the first place. The “stability” bit is something I think refers to two things. 1, how Lance put his own ego aside and encouraged Keith to be the leader 

And 2, how Lance helps to kind of advise Keith in season 3. We see Alfor trying to call back Zarkon when he goes out of line. And similarly, Lance is there to try and talk Keith down when he gets too caught up in his emotions. It’s very much a purposeful parallel. 

Joaquim also confirmed at this same con that “Keith and Shiro have the closest relationship.” So, you know. It’s not as if Lance has “replaced” Shiro or has invalidated the fact that Shiro is the most important person in Keith’s life and the one that he desperately wants to see. Joaquim has also said in the past that, “He latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.”

So Shiro is still the only one that really has that kind of sway over Keith and provides that level of comfort. Seeing people try to use this line to act like Lance is going to replace Shiro in his life is weird to me, because we know for a fact that’s not the case. It just means Keith and Lance are getting closer–and that’s great! Keith is learning to reach out more and connect with people. Likewise, Lance is learning to reign in his own ego and personal grudge instead of trying to knock Keith down a peg every chance he gets. It’s good for both of them 

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Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Gil’s Story Is My Nightmare

You know, it normally takes weeks if not months for my feelings to settle on a subject relating to fiction. Like, my first time through, it’ll wash over me, I’ll consider it a while, and then, eventually, I’ll come to a conclusion.

But Gil’s story rubbed me wrong on first run, and I easily figured out why.

Gil’s story is my nightmare as a gay man.

I know I’m not the first to sum it up, but I am SO frustrated and pissed off by this (and Mass Effect Andromeda’s handling of M/M relationships in general), I need to work it out of my system.

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She’s Just Not That Into You » Part V (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the previous parts? Part One » Part Two » Part Three » Part Four

Check out the inspiration behind Harry’s home here!

As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained. Thank you for your screaming for no spoilers, my love. It wouldn’t be proper of me to not thank @chrissy22787​ and @permanentcross​ for their continued support and also continued screaming over this story. Where would I be without you three?!

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

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After secluding himself for the better part of two days, Harry decided it was best to consult someone about his next move, if there was one at all. Nick was the only plausible option, as he was the one who introduced you to Harry, and he’d known you longer than Harry had. Much longer. He’d told Harry that he considered you to be one of his best friends, which shocked him a bit, considering Nick didn’t mention you all that much. But, plenty of time had passed since Harry was in London for an extended period. Nick was a magnet for friends, and he was allowed to make more without Harry around…

…especially if they were friends like you.

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what happens in vegas pt. 1

*I had to re-upload as i accidentally the original post!*

◇ summary: It was supposed to be a weekend of mischief and fun, but when your ex-boyfriend tags along you soon realize that what happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay in Vegas

◇ pairing: reader x Jungkook

◇ genre: angst, smut, childhood sweethearts

◇ word count: 6,508

◇ warnings: alcohol use, language, explicit sexual content

“Please tell me why we are going to the airport at 4 in the damn morning?” you groan, handing your suitcase over to your cab driver who is trying hard not to laugh at your current state of sweatpants wrapped in a denim jacket.

Wendy rolls her eyes, “Y/N, we are only going to be in Vegas for 2 nights. We need to make the most of it. Plus, the tickets were like $100 less than if we left later in the afternoon. Just sleep on the plane.”

She gets in the back of the cab, hoping to close the door before your sharp tongue can come with a witty remark. But you aren’t about to let her off the hook that easily. You throw open the door, sliding into the seat next to her.

“Y/N, I don’t want to hear it. You are not going to ruin this for me! It’s my bacholerette party. I only get one” Wendy snaps, holding her hand to your face as you buckle your seat belt.

“If you’re lucky,” you mutter under your breathe, making your best friend smack your thigh loudly.

The rest of the drive is spent in silence as both of you are too tired to try and make conversation, especially since you had been up almost the entire night watching Wendy pick out her clothes for the next 2 nights. Two of you spent almost an hour picking out a black dress that looked identical to every other black dress she owned, but swore was different. As the dark purple circles settled under your eyes this morning, the only thing on your mind was getting through security and popping a Nyquil so that you could spend the rest of the flight in peace.

“We’re here,” Wendy whispers, shaking your shoulder to wake you up after what felt like five minutes. Her eyes shift past you, focusing the on something behind you, “I should have probably told you sooner, but Jungkook is coming.”

“And you’re telling me this now?” pointing to the airport outside the window “You decide to inform me that my ex-boyfriend is coming on this trip right now? You told me two days ago that he wasn’t coming because of work.” you hiss, chasing your best friend out of the car and towards the trunk.

“And he wasn’t going to! But then he called Namjoon yesterday and told him that he had managed to get the time off.” Wendy all but pleads for forgiveness, hiding behind the cab driver.

“You should’ve told him he wasn’t invited! That the plane was completely booked! The hotel was completely booked! Anything!”

She shrugs, “He’s Namjoon’s best friend, Y/N. And he had already bought his ticket, what was I supposed to do?”

You take your suitcase from the driver and make a beeline for the airport entrance, “I’m not speaking to you until we get to the gate.”

Wendy knows better than to push you when you’re upset, that law school and your work had given you a short fuse. Your attitude worked in the courtroom, helping your clients leave feeling happy and content and divorced while they fill your pockets with the end of their marriage. But it didn’t always translate the same to your personal life and most of your loved ones knew to stay far away when you were upset, knowing that your emotional time bomb was slowly ticking away.

It isn’t until you’ve both winded your way around the security line that you turn your attention to your best friend and ask, “Is he on our flight?”

Wendy chews on her lip before answering, “He and Namjoon are already waiting at the gate.”

You take a deep breath, trying your best to mentally prepare yourself for seeing your childhood sweetheart for the first time in almost a year.

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Tumblr Needs To Chill: Let People Like Hamilton!

I’m so tired of seeing people being so rude to the Hamilton fandom. Especially when the Hamilton fandom are just minding their own business. For example, I’ll be scrolling and see a post sharing interesting or funny facts about the founding fathers. And there is always a guarantee that someone will hijack that post or send anon messages like, “The founding fathers were slave owners, so you’re a terrible human being for liking Hamilton or American History.” 

And you know what? I’ve had it. I have several responses to these accusations.

  • “The founding fathers were slave owners and you keep ignoring that.”

Let’s get the big one out of the way. Most of the founding fathers were slave owners. No one is denying or defending that. However, most of the fandom (and people who study American History) generally think ‘”That’s really disappointing to know… I wish things were different. America would have been a better place if these important figures were abolitionists.” But after that, they continue on to study more about the good and bad in history. That horrific part of history will always be there. And that will never change. BUT. BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT! Just because we don’t talk about it all the live long day does not mean we don’t acknowledge it. WE. KNOW.

However, there are so many amazing things the founding fathers did that can not be ignored. Like it or not, all of these people played an important part in creating a whole country basically from scratch. We don’t ignore the fact that they owned slaves, but we also don’t ignore the great things they’ve done to create a new nation either. Both are huge factors in our history. And we acknowledge both. 

We don’t see them as gods with no flaws. We see the founding fathers as they were. Real people, with real complex personalities and issues. They were right about a lot of things. And horribly wrong about others. They both did great and terrible things. Does the good justify the bad? Of course not! Everyone knows that! But just because people focus on the positive does not mean we diminish or ignore the negative! WE. KNOW. Okay, next!

“The musical glorifies slave owners!!! The show is racist and you’re racist if you like it!”

Did you watch the same musical as I did? Because in the show, Hamilton hated Jefferson because Jefferson owned slaves. They don’t ignore the issue or diminish it by pretending it never happened. Rather, they show that it was a thing and not every one supported it. However, they show the complex situations regarding slavery at the time. For example, it was mentioned in the beginning that Hamilton started career as a trading charter… which included ships with slaves from time to time. That’s messed up. What’s worse is that Hamilton was a poor 14 year old kid with no family and no way to support himself at the time. If he wasn’t given the job, he would have starved and died in the Caribbean. It would have been a horrifying job for an adult, but he was still a child. A child who seen the horrors of slavery with his own eyes. That’s terrible! But seeing those acts started his abolitionist worldview from an early age. They present in the opening song the complex childhood he had and you see how that influenced Hamilton when he fights against Jefferson later in life. And from the “Cabinet Battle 1″ song you can see that he is against slavery. Just because it’s not the main focus of the show, that doesn’t mean the issue is completely ignored. And if you want a more bold example, let’s talk about John Laurens.

*ahem*

JOHN LAURENS IN REAL LIFE AND IN THE SHOW WAS A WHITE GUY THAT PUBLICLY STOOD AGAINST SLAVERY. That’s one of the major focuses on his character! He has an entire verse in the second song the show about wanting to free slaves and mentions this goal multiple times within the show! And when he *spoilers* dies in the show, it’s treated as a huge tragedy because his dream of freeing the black troops died with him. It’s treated as a horrible tragedy.  And it was that event that caused Hamilton to kick start his political career because his best friend failed to accomplish that goal.  And after this event, Hamilton is way more vocal about the issue in the second act. He was NOT a slave owner and acted as a voice against the horrible common practice of his time. If the show did not have Laurens as a strong voice against slavery or if they had written him out of the show, then okay. I can kind of see the anger. But Laurens acts as a modern voice to those times. So stop treating every character as a racist when the show CLEARLY PLACES HISTORICAL CHARACTERS WHO WERE AGAINST SLAVERY IN THE FOREFRONT OF THE SHOW! 

And George Washington? If you watch any clip of the finale, when Eliza mentions how she fought against slavery, look at George. He hangs his head low and backs away ashamed. Because Washington could have done more. That’s. The. Point. The show never ignores the fact that slavery was an issue of their time. And they strongly say in the end that these people could have done more for those people! If the show really glorified slave owners they would have left out the complex aspects of Hamilton’s childhood from the show, completely taken out all mentions of slavery from the get go (or written Laurens out of the story), or deny that the founding fathers owned slaves within the show itself. But they acknowledge it and mention multiple times that slavery is a bad thing and the show presents itself in a sorrowful “we wish things were different” way.

Speaking of the show… apparently Hamilton the Musical as a whole is considered racist to some people. How? The show is the only one I can think of that stood for including many different kinds of ethnicities in one production. Seriously. I’ve never seen a show that is so inclusive of all actors from all ethnicities for the entire cast! Hamilton gave all kinds of actors a chance to be included. The show celebrates the creation of America by including a viewpoint of what America looks like today. How is that racist?

Is it because black people are playing slave owners? If that’s the case, then the point went completely over your head, my friend! Anyone could have played Jefferson. Anyone. So why isn’t Jefferson played by a white guy? Because, that is too common in modern media. There are soooo many movies about slavery that has the owner as a white guy, because yes, that’s what happened. Now, while this is historically accurate, there has been so many slavery stories in media that upon repeated viewings, the meaning of the message risks losing impact because today’s audience is so used to seeing the white guy owning the black guy. 

HOWEVER, when we see the black guy owning someone of the same ethnicity, it visually solidifies the anti-slavery message in a new and impactful way. The whole point is when you see a black man playing Jefferson, you’re supposed to feel a disconnect. Jefferson owned slaves. But we see him as a black man being a slave owner. We are supposed to feel uncomfortable because we see that they are the same. The same. As in, THE SAME HUMAN RACE. By showing how ridiculous it is for a black man to own someone from his own ethnicity, we are given a new strong visualization of why slavery shouldn’t have happened in a way that has never been done before in recent year.
In other words, IT’S VISUAL SYMBOLISM THAT SLAVERY IS WRONG BECAUSE WE ARE ALL HUMAN BEINGS! 

Also, how are people who like Hamilton racist? The Hamilton fandom has been so accepting of the diversity in the cast, it’s is mind blowing. I’ve seen people get angry because a black woman played Eponine in Les Mis. Or that a latino man portrayed The Phantom in an Andrew Lloyd Webber concert. But Hamilton? With every change to the cast, the fandom have been so supportive of diversity, regardless of who plays who. The show accepts anyone and everyone from every ethnicity and I fail to think of one other show that uses so much diversity. Hamilton has been accepted and celebrated by the majority of viewers because of this. And the fandom does wonders in showing broadway that diversity is something that should not be ignored, but celebrated.

“You’re advocating slavery by liking this show.”

That doesn’t make any sense. The actors don’t own slaves. Lin-Manuel Miranda doesn’t own slaves. There is no part in the show where someone tells someone that people should be slave owners. Most people who like Hamilton and American History do not fantasize about owning other people. Slavery is in the long distant past for most of the modern world! THANK GOD.

Again, most people who like American History or Hamilton are well aware of the good and the bad these people inhibited. They don’t deny the awful things these real people did, but they don’t ignore the good acts either. The founding fathers were real people. We don’t advocate everything they did. And we don’t treat them like perfect beings. The end.

“This actor supports an organization I don’t support, so they are evil and any show that uses them are evil too!”

I see this mindset all over Tumblr all the time. However, I’m starting to see it circulate within the same circles who keep harassing the Hamilton fandom.  So forgive me for the tangent, but this needs to be addressed as well.

Here’s a hypothetical situation. You have a friend. A close friend. One that has been with you through thick and thin over many years. And you just find out that they support an organization that you don’t. Do you cut off that friendship because of that one fact? Most people wouldn’t, because that friendship is too important to them to risk losing.

This should apply to the things you like. When you like a show, movie, an actor, a writer, or anything- there is always going to be something about that thing that people or even yourself will not like. It is literally impossible to have someone who will have the exact same mindset as you. But everyone has a personal reason why they support or advocate something. It is not up to you to change that. Now, people’s opinions can change, and you can help shape other people… but most of the time, they will continue to live their own lives beyond your control. You can never really know someone inside and out. Don’t drop people just because you have a different viewpoint.

This applies to actors too. People are saying Lin is a horrible person because he donated to Autism Speaks. So was it a huge campaign? Did he ever say that Autism Speaks is the cure for Autism? Did he try to rally a bunch of people to donate to this organization? Actually no. He made one tweet talking about how he donated for a friend’s cause. And people fail to mention that this tweet was made over four years ago. That’s right. These people are using one tweet from OVER FOUR YEARS AGO as justification to harass an entire fandom. If you actually read the tweet, the post was more about supporting his friend than the organization itself. A lot of people donate to organizations for a friend’s need without really reading into the organization itself. You do realize that people can be unaware about these corporations, right? For crying out loud, my mom just learned the truth about PETA. And people are still acting like he’s a spokesman for Autism Speaks. Which obviously he’s not. He made one post from four years ago. Four years is a long time and people tend to change opinions in that span of time. Has he made another post about Autism Speaks? No. It’s just that one post, so it was most likely a one and done deal to support his friend.  That’s hardly something to hold an eternal grudge over. Especially since it happened OVER FOUR YEARS AGO and he hasn’t made another post about it since!

The other reason why people hate Lin is because he used the N word once and “didn’t apologize.” Yet what people don’t reveal is he was quoting David Diggs for the Hamiltome audiobook. He was quoting David Diggs, the black actor who played Jefferson. It was a direct quote and Lin read it word for word as directed for the audio book. That’s it. It’s not like he uses the N word as a derogatory term in daily life. It was a one and done deal for a direct quote in an audiobook. There’s a difference between saying something out of your own accord and quoting someone, especially for an audiobook. Yes the quote was censored in the book, but when you have an audio book, it’s hard to edit a quote without an audio or visual context. In situations like this, the reader has to go by what the director wants. It’s not their choice what’s written or what they should say instead. They just read what’s given to them. That’s the job!  If anything, y’all should have been mad that the director didn’t add a *beep* noise in the editing room. 

What annoys me about the whole thing is that it takes one person to post something with exaggerated or misinformed content. And with Tumblr’s already “walking on eggshells” and “one strike, you’re out” mentality, it is ridiculously easy to get people to blindly hate, when most of those people won’t even check to see if that information is true! Or if it’s in the right context. People in general need to do their own research before spreading exaggerated or falsified information. It literally took me two minutes to look all this up. Do your own research before jumping to conclusions.

Getting back on track. My main point is this. With very very few exceptions, people (living or dead) are not gods or devils and shouldn’t be treated as such. They are humans with their own complicated problems that result in their own individual opinions and thought processes. We are not ignorant of the negative just because we enjoy the positive. We know people are going to make mistakes.They have made mistakes! They are going to do things you will not like. This is a fact that will never change no matter what. However, you can still like the positive things they do or did! It is not a crime to enjoy the positives of someone. That doesn’t mean you’re ignoring the negative. Appreciating a famous person (past or present) does NOT mean you support everything they do. So please just leave people alone!

In conclusion, American History enthusiasts and Hamilton the Musical fans
DO NOT advocate everything that our founding fathers did. 

SO LET PEOPLE ENJOY RAPPING MUSICALS!

OKAY? 

OKAY.

Dude, we all make jokes about the “type” of kid Batman adopts.  White boy, black hair, and blue eyes? Must be a Wayne.

But in all seriousness I think people forget that canonically his kids are not white. 

Dick Grayson

is Romani. 

Damian Wayne

Is Chinese/ Arab/ American

Jason Todd

His continuity is basically a “pick your own robin” adventure game at this point and the general consensus of the fan base is he is of Spanish decent. 

Duke Thomas

is obviously not a white boy. I know he’s not a “robin” so people may say he doesn’t count from the original “trope” but he’s still a batkid, hence he counts. 

Cassandra Cain 

is Asian. I don’t now if they say specifically what she is in since she was reintroduced in New 52 (Which is when I started reading) but she was born in Tibet and I believe her mother, Lady Shiva is Chinese. 

Barbara Gordon 

Although having the blue eyes has flaming red hair. Making her the butt of all kinds of jokes that start and end with Red. As if every single other member of this family doesn’t wear red too. 

Bat family by milkisall (Google then into Deviantart but couldn’t find the link) 

Stephanie Brown

White girl yes. Blue eyes and blonde hair she can be considered a stereotype but not Batman’s. Plus, although she may wear his symbol, she’s distancing herself from him so fast she’s close to running over pedestrians. 

The ONLY kid that fits the bill of our favorite stereotype is Tim Drake

Tim Tam is the white boy, black hair and blue eyed kid that although didn’t start the stereotype, certainly didn’t help it. But if you look he is the ONLY one who fits this particular trope. 

And I know the writers, directors, and even fans have a really bad habit of white washing these guys into being all white, or ignoring Cassandra and Duke for the most part entirely. But in CANON, if we look back on it, our favs aren’t white. And it just kinda pisses me off when people are being serious when they say that Bruce is racist and shit. Like, nah bro. Bruce collects orphans. Doesn’t matter what they look like.

 If you’re parents are dead stay off the streets cuz he’ll swoop you up faster than anything else. “This one is mine now.” 

“Uhhh. My mom is right over there.” 

“Poor thing! Watching their mother walk away from them!” 

“She went to get me ice-”

“Alfred! Prepare the Batcave!”

“So….this is happening I guess.”

“Don’t worry. Alfred will tell you everything about the Manor when we get home.”

“Can he tell me where the door is so I can get the hell out?” 

Things Said In My Household But With Fairy Tail Pt.4
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> *At The Mall*<p/><b>Erza:</b> Don't do anything stupid guys.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *scoffs* How dare you accuse us of such vulgar intentions.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> I feel offended.<p/><b>Gray:</b> We would never. What are we 5?<p/><b>Wendy:</b> Thats something i question everyday.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> *Two Hours Later*<p/><b></b> *in the car riding back home*<p/><b></b> *dead silent*<p/><b>Gray:</b> Erza I know you're mad...<p/><b>Erza:</b> *staying quiet while continuing to drive*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> Pls dont hurt us.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> It was Natsu's idea.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> WAS NOT.<p/><b></b> *the car stops immediately and causes everyone to lurch forward*<p/><b>Erza:</b> WHO THE FUCK SWIMS IN THE MALLS FOUNTAIN?<p/><b>Gray:</b> techically we were trying to get the money.<p/><b>Erza:</b> ...<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> we're so screwed.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Wendy:</b> Heys guys I kissed a boy today! :D<p/><b>AllThree:</b> *playing video games and not paying attention* uh huh, thats nice, good for you.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> ...Im going on a date now.<p/><b>AllThree:</b> right, have fun, bring back some food.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> ....<p/><b>Wendy:</b> Im pregnant<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *falls off the couch*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> *drops controller*<p/><b>Gray:</b> *jumps up*<p/><b>AllThree:</b> IMMA KILL A FUCKER, YOU'RE TOO YOUNG, WHAT?!!<p/><b>Wendy:</b> April fools! <3 *skips away*<p/><b><p/></b> <b></b> ____<p/><b>Laxus:</b> Do you want ice cream?<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *from upstairs* YES<p/><b>Gray:</b> *outside* I WANT VANILLA.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> GET ME CHOCOLATE. *somewhere*<p/><b>Laxus:</b> I WASNT ASKING YOU FUCKERS. so wendy ya want some?<p/><b></b> ____<p/><b>Natsu:</b> i swear to god...*looks in the cupboard* gray you better not have..<p/><b></b> *wrapper noises in backround*<p/><b>Gray:</b> *opening poptart* What?<p/><b>Natsu:</b> OH HELL NO *jumps Gray*<p/><b></b> *CRASH*<p/><b>Erza:</b> *runs down stairs with a bat* WHO THE F-- *sees Natsu and gray fighting* ITS TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING . *starts hitting them with the bat*<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> *from upstairs* NATSU HELP..<p/><b>Natsu:</b> You better not be stuck in the catbox again.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> *In Treehouse*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> WE ARE THE TREE KINGS<p/><b>Natsu:</b> ARGH MATEY<p/><b>Both:</b> ALL HAIL QUEEN WENDY.<p/><b>Gray:</b> Arent we getting too old for this?<p/><b>Wendy:</b> THROW HIM OVERBOARD<p/><b>Natsu:</b> RIGHT AWAY YOUR MAJESTY<p/><b>Both:</b> *pushes Gray out the tree house*<p/><b>Gray:</b> Wait I ASK FOR MERCY.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> *holding him over edge*<p/><b>Wendy:</b> hmm..NO MERCY.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> *drops him*<p/><b>Both:</b> ALL HAIL OUR RUTHLESS LEADER. *insert Grays screaming*<p/><b></b> ____<p/><b></b> *When Wendy was Younger*<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *shy* um Gajeel..natsu..gray..<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> yea?<p/><b>Wendy:</b> the house...*shys away*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> what about it?<p/><b>Wendy:</b> it's...*shifts*<p/><b>Gray:</b> it's?...<p/><b>Wendy:</b> On fire.<p/><b>AllThree:</b> WHAT?!!<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> *At The Beach When they were younger*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> that was so uncool.<p/><b>Gray:</b> we worked so hard.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> *crying* Erza, Gajeel destroyed our sand castle.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> hehehe<p/><b>Erza:</b> *throws gajeel into a trashcan*<p/><b>Erza:</b> there you go. That handles both our problems. <p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> *Wendy as a toddler*<p/><b>Gray:</b> *filming Wendy and Natsu*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> Is it recording?<p/><b>Gray:</b> Yes idiot.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> okay wendy say Natsu.<p/><b>Wendy:</b> Ewza.<p/><b>Gray:</b> SAY GRAY<p/><b>Wendy:</b> Ewza<p/><b>Natsu:</b> FUCK.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Wendy:</b> fwuck ewza.<p/><b>Erza:</b> what the..who..?<p/><b>Wendy:</b> Natwsu and Gwray.<p/><b>Erza:</b> ...<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Natsu:</b> *throws shades on*<p/><b>Gray:</b> *throws shades on*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> *throws shades on*<p/><b>Wendy:</b> * looks at them and throws shades on upside down*<p/><b></b> __<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> *singing in the shower upstairs*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> god who's dying<p/><b>Gray:</b> I wonder how his cat puts up with his shit.<p/><b></b> *faint cat crying for help and scratching the bathroom door*<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Natsu:</b> s-shit.<p/><b>Gray:</b> *pale*<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> what's up with you both?<p/><b>Gray:</b> E-erza's been ignoring us all day.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> *turns pale* what the hell did you guys do ..<p/><b>Both:</b> WE DONT KNOW.<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b>Erza:</b> *has earphones in*<p/><b></b> ___<p/><b></b> *At Police Station*<p/><b>Erza:</b> *silent*<p/><b>Natsu:</b> OH THANK GOD YOU'RE HERE.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> what a relief.<p/><b>Gray:</b> Get us out.<p/><b>Erza:</b> you're so lucky we're in the police station otherwise you three would have been murdered. AND WHO DANCES NAKED ON THE ROOF OF TARGET?!<p<p/><b>____<b><p/></b> <b></b> Jesus.<p/><b> Part 5? :</b> </b> )<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Mine Once

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

Liam x Reader

Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut


“You can’t be serious.” You gasped as your mother dragged the air mattress from the attic and dumped it in your room..

“His parents are going away for the week and Liam’s parents asked if we could look after him … I wouldn’t want you alone for so long.” She sighed and smiled when you shook your head and refused to look at her. “I’m sorry that it will be awkward but… you know what it’s like here if something happened while they were away they’d never forgive themselves.”

“Why can’t he go with them!” You offered hopefully but she shook her head as the Dunbar’s pulled into the drive..

“I’m sorry ok, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She insisted as you reluctantly headed down with her to greet everyone looked down at your feet when Liam heaved his bags inside, offering your mother his help for dinner once his parents had left. “Thank you Liam.”

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