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anonymous asked:

Hi!! Can you write a jealous blackhat?? Like, his wife meets his counterpart, Whitehat, and WH makes her swoon and blush and BH gets jealous and overprotective of her? And she teases him about. Please and thank you!! You can ignore this if its complicated.


Black Hat xWife! Reader (Also White Hat appears…)

A/N: Kay so this isn’t my normal semi-in universe Reader insert as it includes White Hat from the AU, but it was super fun! Black Hat is pretty OOC sometimes, but once again, AU and its a reader insert so…gotta suspend your disbelief a little bit. ((I am saying this more for myself…I have to say this a lot. I am so critical of how I write the crew sometimes X)&))


Black Hat looked at himself in the mirror with an evil grin, then he looked to you. Oh how he enjoyed having you for his own. The marriage was a good idea, more than good if he were to be honest. Together, you two would take over the world a hundred times over. He could hardly contain himself.

So he didn’t.

Black Hat came up from behind you and began kissing your neck, running his sharp teeth along your tender skin. You chuckled and half attempted to escape his affection, blushing. The soft grazing of his teeth tickled. Black Hat pulled you closer, amused at your struggles.

“Don’t try to run, my dear.” He hummed, finally releasing you. You rolled your eyes and readjusted your necklace. The necklace Black Hat stole for you when you agreed to marry him. You didn’t truly have much of a say in the matter, but even if you did, you still would have said yes.

Tonight, Black Hat was taking you with him to a party in the center of Hatsville. He enjoyed showing you off whenever the opportunity presented itself.

You didn’t know who would be at this party, so as the two of you arrived you stayed close to your husband. Flug and Demencia accompanied you as well, but 5.0.5 stayed home on Black Hat’s command. The last thing he needed was his reputation tarnished further by that goody-goody bear. No one argued with him.

The party nearly stopped when the members of Black Hat Inc walked in. You were notorious criminals, but you weren’t the only ones there. Other criminals from surrounding cities mingled in with the crowd. Black Hat and Demencia smirked, but you and Flug were rendered a bit uncomfortable by the attention.

Pretty soon Flug and Demencia were gone, the former having chased after the latter to make sure she didn’t destroy or kill anything too important. You stayed near Black Hat as he mingled with the other villains at the party, talking about business and the success of Black Hat’s products against the heroes in their cities.

You were quiet enjoying yourself, even joking along with everyone else. At one point you saw one of your friends with whom you used to rob banks and museums, now the fiancé of a villain in New York. You two took a moment to catch up, before being swept away once again by the party.

Things were going well and Black Hat also felt pleased with how the party was going. That is until…

“Black Hat?!” Came an all too enthusiastic and kind voice through the crowd. You felt your husband tense up next to you. He turned around slowly.

“White Hat…” Black Hat scowled. You turned and almost chuckled at what you saw.

The man before you looked very much like your husband, but with a much more…heroic looking color pallet. His hat, coat, pants, and tie were all a bright white, just like his teeth which shined as he smiled at the two of you. Where your husband would wear red of varying shades, this man did the same with blue. His vest was gray, but much lighter than anything Black Hat would ever wear.

“It’s so good to see you!” White Hat smiled, hugging your husband, who simply clenched up. You were surprised at how foreword this man was, no one ever approached Black Hat that way.

“I’m sure it is.” Black Hat responded, dusting himself off after such a disgusting display of affection.

“And who is this lovely creature?” White Hat asked turning his gaze to you. You blushed slightly at the compliment. Black Hat noticed.

“I am y/n.” You smiled, “I’m this grump’s wife.”

“Ah…what a beautiful name for a beautiful person.” White Hat said, taking your hand and placing a kiss there. Your blush grew darker. Black Hat rolled his eyes.

“Thank you Se-”

“White Hat! Forgive me for not introducing myself.” The tall man smiled at you.

“It is no trouble.” You replied. Looking to your more than annoyed husband.

“However, I am curious as to how you know my husband.” You smiled, watching Black Hat’s reaction, “Please tell me more.”

“Oh! Well sure!” And with that White Hat began telling you of adventures and confrontations from years before, taking every opportunity to recall some embarrassing story that made you blush and Black Hat even more flustered. He wrapped a hand possessively around your waist as his counterpart talked.

“And well a few years later, I saw this gentleman a-”

“Alright, I’ve had enough!” Black Hat exclaimed, grabbing your hand, “Come y/n, we have business to attend to before we leave. Where are Flug and Demencia?”

A crashing sound in the distance answered that question before you could. You sort of chuckled as Black Hat pulled you away from his suave counterpart, who offered his goodbyes to your turned backs.

The ride home was rather amusing with Demencia drunk, Flug trying to steady her and your husband keeping one protective arm around you at all times. Following the meeting with White Hat, he hadn’t let go of you for a moment and this pattern continued all the way to the manor.

He pushed you into your room and kissed you roughly, one might even say passionately.

“Someone’s jealous.” You mused when he finally released you.

“I am not!” Black Hat replied, “I just could stand having something so beautiful a-”

“White Hat got under your skin.” You teased, cutting off his sentence.

“Ha! Like I would ever feel threatened by that idiot!”

Black Hat turned and sat on your bed. You chuckled softly and sat next to him.

“Hmm…Too bad.” You said leaning your head on his shoulder, “I thought it was kind of…cute. Sexy even.”

For a moment Black Hat froze, then he looked down at you with malicious, lustful eyes. He kissed you once again, in the most loving way possible…

of written feelings and words with meaning

Summary: Recently, Dan’s become addicted to this writing blog. He’s so addicted to it in fact, that he might as well be in love with it. The writer seems to say exactly how it feels and he finds himself wishing he had someone who was so deeply in love with him to write for him like that. Little does he know that there is already someone doing that and he’s closer than he thought.

Phil, on the other hand, has his own feelings and secrets to keep.

Excerpt:  For he was more than happy to stand at the shore, watching the tide roll than to submerge himself into the water, get whisked away by the waves, and before he knew it, he’d be too lost to find his way back.

Words: 5k+

Genre: Fluff, Angst (??)

A/N: FOUR DAYS. THIS TOOK ME FOUR DAYS. Anyyas, this was a whole lot of fun to write and I guess this is my year-end gift as well as my HOLY SHIT GUYS THANKS FOR 1.4K YA’LL ARE AMAZING GIFT.

“his laugh was a work of magic
filling my lungs with fresh air
he brought colour to a life so tragic
and held a heart with utmost care

yet he was a hero who didn’t know he was one
a knight saving people he couldn’t see
i would gladly give him the sun
even if he wouldn’t know it was me

oh what a cruel god rules my life
i write for a man who doesn’t know
and despite it, i hold unto the knife
cause i’ve planted a seed that has grown

so, i sit back and watch him live
because many say we met through fate
and bit by bit my heart i give
although i won’t get it back, ‘till kingdom come i’ll wait”

Dan’s eyes were focused on the addicting blue of the screen (he could think of a blue that looked much better than that), scrolling mindlessly, occasionally breathing out through his nose as a desperate attempt of a laugh when he came across the poem. With text posts, he’d normally read it then just scroll on. However, this one managed to hold him captive, a whisper of his mind told him to pay it more attention.

And so he did.

The brunet clicked on the poem’s original poster. Immediately, he was greeted by a monochrome theme with the title Words Written with Feeling in Search of a Meaning and he must admit, it took a while for his sleep-deprived mind to understand it.

For hours, Dan read this writer’s words. From what he could gather, the writer was a man and most of what he’s written was so tragically beautiful. His way with words was astonishing. They made you feel as if you were the one who felt his emotions.

Granted, most of his writing was in first person but despite that, the way he described his thoughts danced on the line of vague and descriptive. It was symbolic. His words made you think of their meaning enough to get a grasp on the complications that were his feelings.

Besides, he found it ironic that the blog was monochrome for the words of the writer were so colourful. Iridescent hues lacing between the curves of every letter. Splashes of colour highlighting every word.

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Originally posted by commandtrek

Requested: By myself

Pairings: Leonard McCoy/Bones x Reader

Warnings: A bit of a suggestive ending, but even that is pushing it a bit…

Word Count: 1,059

Summary: Y/N is Bones’ long time girlfriend, except no one on the team has been told yet. When she goes to meet him once the Enterprise is at base, there is a bit of confusion.

A/N: I am really, really happy with this one, and I hope that you guys like it too! Star Trek is one of my favorite franchises of all time, and I am so happy to be able to contribute to such a great fandom on my blog. Feel free to send any requests (Star Trek, or anything else) to my askbox!

You couldn’t believe that the day was finally here. When you had said goodbye to him, you knew that it would be hard to go months without seeing him, but you hadn’t expected it to be so devastating. You were lonely without him. You missed his strong arms around you, you missed his voice, calming you, comforting you when you had a hard day. You missed waking up next to him, day in and day out.

But all of that didn’t matter anymore. Because Leonard McCoy was back, and you were going to hold him in your arms and never let him go again. Well, that is until he had to go back into the cold, unforgiving entity that was space. But that didn’t matter right now. What matters right now is that in a few minutes, your best friend and the love of your life would be in your arms. At least, you had thought that for the better part of an hour.

You were tapping your foot anxiously, glancing at the hallway. You knew that there was a reason that he was running late. The ship might have been delayed while boarding, or someone might have needed medical attention before he could get off of the Enterprise. You tried to comfort yourself with small things that could have kept him, but all of the times that trouble had managed to find him made you doubt that he was fine.

After all of the awful situations that he and the crew had gotten into over the years, the possibility of him getting hurt was always very real for you. You took a deep breath, and stood up, telling yourself that it would be okay if you allowed yourself to pace just a bit.

You could tell that you were starting to worry some people around you when an elderly couple came over and offered you a tissue for the tear that had leaked out of your eye without you realizing what had happened. You thanked her, quickly wiping it away before glancing at the hallway.

You couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face when you saw a group of crew members making their way towards the atrium. You could barely keep yourself from sprinting towards him. Thankfully, there were a lot of people milling around in the open space. Although you were happy that the new base was successful, you could only wish that they were not standing directly in your path.

You tried to maneuver around the as politely as you could. You were a bit embarrassed to admit it, but you were starting to get frustrated. “Lenny!” you shout, hoping that people might clear the way if they realized what was going on. Thankfully, the people around you seemed to get the message, trying to move out of the way.

The minute that Leonard laid eyes on you, his face broke into your favorite smile in the entire world. You tried to control yourself, but after a few steps you broke out into an honest-to-goodness sprint. Leonard simply shook his head and opened his arms.

You grinned as you launched yourself into his arms, finally feeling whole again as his arms encircled your waist. You threw your arms around his neck, stroking the nape of his neck where his hair ended.

“I missed you.” you said quietly, fighting back happy tears, dreading the moment when you had to let him go. You knew that it was going to happen sooner than you wanted it to.

“I know darlin’,” he said quietly, taking a deep breath, savoring the moment.

Entirely too soon, you felt him pulling away. As much as you hated to admit it, you were glad that he pulled away, because you could have stayed in his arms for the rest of eternity.

“Well, who might this be?” the man you knew as James Kirk asked, leaning forward with a smirk plastered on his face.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist, wanting to keep you close.

“What do you mean your girlfriend?” Kirk asked, seeming to come from a genuinely confused place, rather than a hateful place.

“I don’t see what was so hard to understand,” Leonard replied. You could hear the sarcasm in his voice. You weren’t surprised that he hadn’t told anyone about you. You had hardly told your best friend that you were dating. With him being gone for so long, the two of you never knew what was going to happen. But the two of you loved each other, and that was enough.

“I can understand Jim’s confusion, if I may interject,” Mr. Spock said, glancing between the two of you. “While you are a private person, a significant other is something that is a very large secret to come from your crewmates and friends.”

“Well, Mr. Spock, I don’t know what to tell you.” While Leonard sounded calm, you could see him clenching his jaw. His arm was tightening around your waist.

“I have to agree,” Uhura said, stepping up beside Spock. Now, he was angry.

You could feel the anger rolling off of him in waves. As much as you appreciated him standing up for your relationship, whatever it was, you didn’t want to waste time on him explaining everything to his friends.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing Leonard’s collar and capturing his lips with your own. you could feel his surprise melt away, before responding in earnest. You had to force yourself to pull away, holding in a laugh at the bewildered look on his face.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, Leonard is my boyfriend, and if you will excuse us, we have a lot of catching up to do,” you said, taking Leonard by the hand and turning towards the room that you had acquired while staying on the base.

You allowed yourself a small smile after you turned your back to the group and heard Uhura say, “I like her,” before the group dispersed, each going their separate ways.

“That was a bit dramatic,” Leonard said, glancing down at you.

“What can I say, they were taking entirely too long, and we have a lot to fit into a small window of time,” you said with a grin, before pulling him into the bedroom, locking the door behind you.

Hey, Bucky

Requested By Anon

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Coulson has created a chatroom.

Coulson has named the chat: Fanclub Meeting (LOKI IS NOT ALLOWED)

Coulson has added Scott.



Coulson: Do you think you can get Cap to sign my hand for me?

Scott: Sure! Will you be stopping by at the base or will you be shipping your hand over?

Coulson: And miss a chance of seeing the Captain?! I’ll be coming over!

Scott: Are we going to get new members? I enjoy our fanclub but we need more members…

Coulson: I was thinking Tony would make a great addition to the club.

Scott: I would think Bucky would make a great addition? Since he’s the original Captain America fanboy.

Clint has joined the chat.


Clint: what

Clint: what the hell is this

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@the anon who has been sending @d–oki all these messages about me ‘reblogging my own caps’, let me make one thing clear. Never in my life have I reblogged anything of mine. I would’ve ended this here but you apparently sent two messages to her (this and this) and it pisses me off so fucking much to see this. it’s embarrassing and humiliating, and it’s hurting my pride and I’m unfortunately a very prideful person. I don’t care if I sound like an asshole rn, cuz I am and Im going to stick up for myself before anyone actually misinterprets this. plus im glad Lyric is so understanding and she handled it so well so screw you for trying to tarnish my name because I’ve got wonderful people around me, and everything she said was so genuine and true and there is no reason for me to write this post except for the fact that I am a disgustingly prideful being and I do not like the idea of being mistaken.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a Dean scenario? Like the morning after a one Night stand with him and you have a small crush on him. But he don't know what his feelings are towards you. With a bit fluff please ;-;(why does it sound like I'm ordering ice cream?)

DEAN: Fluff Scenario

The Morning After

           If you had told yourself a year ago that you’d be waking up naked in Kwon Hyuk’s bed, you would have asked your friend to smack some sense into you. Kwon Hyuk was every dream girls’ guy. He had ungodly handsome features along with the most gentlemanly personality. He put the sweet in sweetheart and the throb in heartthrob. But Kwon Hyuk was also inaccessible. In the past year that you had the honor of knowing him, you had yet to even hear a whisper of him having a girlfriend. Some even thought he could be gay.

           But as you wrestled around in your sleep, slowly waking up while the memories of last night came flooding back to you, you remembered that Kwon Hyuk was far from gay. He knew his way around a woman’s body and god! You were blushing in your sleep by just thinking about it. Before you awoke fully, you relished the feeling of him against you one last time, knowing that those sensations would likely never occur again.

           A soft humming finally pulled you from your slumber. Peeking your eyes open one by one, you subtly lifted your head to check your surroundings. He was the first thing you saw. With his back to you, his bare back for that matter, you watched in adoration as he hummed to himself, a mug of coffee in his hand while he stood by his window, watching the sun rise. Could he be any more majestic? Seriously, he was like something out of a romance novel.

           As if he felt you stir and wake, Kwon Hyuk glanced over his shoulder at you. Every worst case scenario popped into your head at that moment. Now he knows you’re awake, what if he throws you out? What if he glares at you in disgust? What if he lets you down easily by saying what happened last night was mistake? Okay, so that last scenario would be preferred but was it so wrong to hope that he’d ask you to stay?

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Pairing: Jared x Reader 

Summary: You get caught reading fan-fiction about yourself and the famous man the fandom ships you with. 

Warnings: fluff, two paragraphs of mild smut, and cocky Jared 

Words: 2,719

A/N: here’s a little something to keep y’all entertained whilst I finish writing the others. Mind any mistakes, I wrote this within twenty minutes. Jared is single in this, as much as I love Gen, imagine she’s happy with someone else. x

Masterlist is here :)

Originally posted by weakspots

If there were one thing distancing you from reality, it would be Tumblr. You hadn’t done much with your life other than read gay smut and binge watch Supernatural. You knew what fandoms were capable of and writing was one of their major perks. Reading imagines and one shot’s from multiple fandoms was something you were used to. In fact, it was something you enjoyed. 

How’d you end up on the show of Supernatural? You had gone to school with Danneel Harris before the two of you lost contact after graduation. You’d bumped into her a year after her and Jensen Ackles got together. The two of you were majorly happy to see each other after so long. After all, you were both like sisters in high school and were disappointed when you both drifted apart. But from that moment forward, you’d reunited and became the best of friends again.

Danneel had invited you out to lunch one morning to ask if you were looking for any kind of job, considering you had recently moved to the city she was in so the two of you were closer, she insisted. You’d agreed, saying that you needed more cash – because your savings were failing you – if you wanted to keep the apartment you had. She’d told you about an opening role for Supernatural and being the dumbass you were, with lack of experience, you went and auditioned.

But hey, who knew you were going to get the part? You thought you’d never in a million years become an actress. But three days after the audition, you received a phone call saying that you got the role! Danneel was very excited to have her best friend on the same set as her husband and Jensen was just as welcoming when you first arrived on set.

With the intention for your character to be killed off in the fifth season after being introduced in the third season, the SPN Family had loved your character so much that the writers decided to not kill you off and to instead, make you a recurring character on the show. You were a huntress named Emily whose father dies by the hands of none other than Satan himself during the apocalypse and now fight alongside the Winchester’s whilst also being Sam Winchester’s love interest.

Ten seasons later, you were just as loved as your co-stars and quickly demanded to be seen at Con’s. Your first ever con was at Comic Con and that had been a massive deal for you. You’d mainly fangirled the majority of the day and snuck in to see other panels until it was the Supernatural’s panel time. The first question you had received was, “Y/N, do you know what fan-fiction is? And do you read it?”

You were too embarrassed to answer the question directly, so instead you had told the fan, “I had no experience in acting before getting this role in Supernatural. What do you think I did for normality?” Of course, you had checked Tumblr later that day and found out that a lot of people were freaking out over the fact that you read fan-fiction and you were probably reading their written work at that very moment.

They weren’t wrong. You were a sucker for written fiction that involved celebrities or characters that you could only dream of being with. Being on the show and knowing your co-stars extremely well hadn’t stopped you from reading anything the SPN Fandom had wrote. Especially, if it were Jared x Y/N based. Those were the types of one shot’s that made you squirm with glee. If only it were reality rather than written words on a site that the SPN Family had ruled.

You were currently sitting on the couch in the green room whilst waiting for your turn to go on stage. You were on with Misha, Jensen and Jared after Mark, Richard, Rob and Matt had finished. Deciding to take advantage of the empty room, you opened Tumblr and saw that one of your favorite blogs had posted a new smutty Jared x Y/N.

With a grace that surprised her for his height, Jared guided Y/N up to the center of the bed, kneeling over her as he kissed her chest and between her breasts. Her back arched off the bed, encouraging him to continue the exact path he was taking. Smirking against her flush skin, Jared reached under her back and unclasped her bra, exposing her figure to him completely. If it weren’t for the awe expression on his face, she would have shied away and covered herself up. But the lustful look he gave her made her want to be exposed in front of him more often.

Stealing one last glance and a choked moan from Y/N’s mouth, Jared enveloped one of her nipples into his mouth, biting gently whilst toying with the other with his thumb and forefinger. The whimpers that left her mouth made his shaft harden further against the inner part of her thighs, bringing yet another moan from her perfectly sculptured mouth.

“What are you reading?”

The familiar voice brought you out of your panting trance and made your heart jump a mile before you turned your phone off and faced the person behind you. Jared was squatting down behind you, peeping over your should to read whatever you were reading. Ten years of friendship with this wonderful man was just about to be flushed down the toilet, you were sure of it.

“I can explain,” you had begun with, not really knowing what else you could say to make the situation any less awkward. What were you supposed to say to the man you were reading smut about? The man who had caught you reading it? God, you were so not prepared for the outcome of this.

“There’s no need for an explanation, Y/N,” by the tone of his voice, you’d think he was pissed off, but the grin on his face said otherwise. There was a teasing glint in his eyes and you knew that you hadn’t ruined anything, but he was not going to let you live this down, “So, am I good?”

You almost choked on air as you processed the question he had asked. What kind of handsome man asks that question when catching his co-star reading smut that involved the two of them? This giant was completely unpredictable.

“Excuse me?”

“Am I good? Like, do the fans write me as a good fuck? Does it turn you on?” He pressed the topic further, his smirk never wiping off his face. He was finding pleasure in watching you squirm under his gaze.

“I wouldn’t know because it’s not actually happening. And it depends on the writing technique,” you mumbled almost incoherently, but Jared had heard, “Majority of the time, it does turn me on.”

You had wished for nothing more than for the couch to swallow you whole. His smirk never faltered with your confessions being thrown out into the wind. Why were you even admitting the truth? You should have just lied and said it popped up on your dashboard. Then again, it wouldn’t have been a lie because it truly did pop up on your dashboard. But then he’d question how it ended up there and you’d still be in this mess.

“You read porn that involves the both of us often?” Jared’s dumb query made you roll your eyes at him.

“Not always, normally it’s with Norman Reedus.”

“I’m jealous,” he replied, standing up as the smirk on his face dropped.


“It should always be me you’re reading about,” the smirk was back as he gave you a wink before turning around to walk out of the green room, “Now come on, it’s time for us to go on.”

“Great,” you muttered as you stood up and followed closely behind him, shoving your phone deep into your pocket. By the time you reached the stage, Jensen and Misha were already waiting for you both as they waited for their cue to head on stage. They gave you and Jared both a questioning glance, him because the smirk still hadn’t left his dumb face and yours because your cheeks were still red from the embarrassment of being caught red handed.

The crew had told you it was your cue to go on after being introduced by the men on stage. The four men gave you sweaty hugs before wishing you good luck before you went on stage, and you smiled and waved to the screaming crowd. You looked to see that the other’s had already taken their seats and you cursed Misha for not sitting between the two boys like he usually would. Instead, there was an empty chair between Jared and Jensen waiting for your presence.

You sauntered over and sat down on the seat, only just realizing how close you were to Jared. You could feel his thigh brush against yours and his shoulder bumped yours every so often. This was going to be a long day and you were not at all prepared for what was ahead. You ignored the shivers he had caused and focused on the girl walking up to the microphone.

“My question is for Y/N,” she grinned, “At your first Comic Con years back, a fan had asked if you read fan-fiction and you replied with an answer that implied that you did. Do you still read fan-fics?”

Of course this was going to be the first question.

“Oh, I have a story for you!” Jared grinned as he turned to wink at you, earning multiple shouts from the crowd and a groan from you.

“You know what,” you said, glaring in Jared’s direction, “I’m going to come right out and say it before Mr. Dickbag over here decides to embarrass me; yes, I do. Some of your work is very great, by the way.”

Your comment made the fans scream louder. You hadn’t thought reading their written work would cause such a reaction, “Don’t worry, no need to panic! I love your writing, it’s all really great. I’m proud of your imaginative minds. The majority of you get the characters of the show so on point and it shocks me.”

“A little too great,” his dumb smirk was back again, which made you pull the microphone away from your mouth and warn him to stop. He only shook his head and held his microphone to his mouth, “Do you guys want to hear a steamy story?”

This had caused a reaction in the room, even from Jensen and Misha, who were still giving you both questioning glances. You leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Please don’t say anything and I’ll promise to do anything you want me to.”

He pulled the microphone away and looked at you, “Anything?”

You nodded and listened as the crowd went quiet in attempt to listen to your quiet conversation.

“Go on a date with me,” he whispered, a smile on his face as his eyes twinkled. Your lips parted as you tried to fathom his demand. Why would he ask you to go on a date with him? Is he trying to tell you that within the ten years you had known him he had liked you and that you could’ve grown a pair and told him that you liked him too? What a damn fool the both of you were.

“Well, that’s not forcive, but okay,” you shrugged but the smile on your face told him that you truly loved his offer. You still couldn’t believe he had asked you out in front of everyone, even if they couldn’t hear a single word being said.

He brought the microphone back to his mouth, his gaze still on you, “Well you won’t be hearing a steamy story today, but maybe next time.”

A few disappointed ‘awe’s had emitted from mouths and that had including the very lips that were owned by Misha Collins. You giggled at his reaction and looked over at him before averting your gaze to Jensen.  

“Do you read any about me?” Jensen asked you, smirking at you.

“You’re like a brother to me, Jens. Plus, reading smut about my best friend’s husband? It doesn’t sweeten my cup of tea.”

“Smut?” He tilted his head in confusion which earned a pat on the back and a sympathetic smile from you. Jared knew instantly and started to laugh as Jensen stared off into the distance trying to understand what everyone was making a fuss about.

“Oh honey,” Misha shook his head making the crowd laugh along with you three.

“Next question,” you diverted the attention from Jensen to the man standing at the microphone ready to ask his question.

“Sorry Misha and Jensen, but this question is for Jared and Y/N,” he smiled apologetically at the two men before looking at you and Jared, “As the two of you should know, the fandom ships the two of you pretty hardcore, and we were all wondering if there is going to be the slightest chance of the two of you happening?”

“People ship us?” Jared asked, his gaze immediately falling on you as genuine confusion wrote itself his features, almost making you giggle at the sight.

“Yes, get with the game Jared,” you playfully rolled your eyes and looked at the man wearing a plaid button up shirt. You were about to answer him when Jared spoke again, making the three of you look at him.

“Well, I ship us too then.”

This hadn’t silenced the crowd one bit; in fact, this was the loudest you’ve ever heard them be before. You almost winced at their shrieks, almost gave into the temptation to hide behind Jared. But you sat tall and shook your head before looking back at the man again and attempted to answer his question again.

“I ship it,” Misha interrupted you, earning a mumbled ‘me too,’ from Jensen, and more screams of glee from the crowd. You couldn’t help the smile that snuck its way onto your face as you head butted your microphone in annoyance. These boys were going to be the death of you.

“The answer to your question,” you looked up once the crowd had quieted down a tad, “I can’t see myself, a tiny fairy, with a giant named Jared. But life can throw unexpected things at you, so who truly knows, right?”

The man was pleased with your answer and went back to your seat as you watched the next person come up and ask a question. The hour had dragged on agonizingly slow and you wished you could go back to your hotel room and hide under the sheets forever. Jared’s lingering touches and glances made Jensen lean over half way through and ask if the two of you were together, and you simply shrugged, not giving him a satisfactory answer. You smirked in his direction as he pouted at you.

Soon enough, your time had ended and it was now Kim and Briana’s turn to go up. You waved goodbye to the fans and went backstage, immediately taking off to grab a bottle of water and head back to your hotel room. You wanted to avoid Jared at all costs, but your wishes weren’t granted.

“We should test the theory out,” Jared told you as he caught up with your quick strides and walked alongside you. You inwardly groaned as you turned your head to look at him, completely baffled with his outburst.

“What theory?”

“To see if I’m as good as the fans write me to be,” he stopped walking and grabbed your arm before pulling you into a dark room behind you. By the smells of it, you were in the janitor’s closet and the sound of the door locking proved that you were really going to test that damn theory out. His hot minty breath fanning over your face was only making you want to test it out, not giving a damn if it were in a dirty janitor’s closet.

If there were one thing that wasn’t distancing you from reality, it would be Jared Padalecki and his unpredictable actions.

On The Balcony - Dan Howell X Reader

Hey guys, this is later than promised, sorry! I still have no requests… :’) Anyway this is a cute little fluff loosely based off Modern Baseball’s song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfdrSF-bWLs How Do I Tell A Girl I Want To Kiss Her, I highly recommend listening to it while you read or before/after or whatever. Tell me if you want a part two…enjoy! :) <3

Warning: CHEESY AS hecK, a little cursing

It was a cool house party filled with some friends of yours and some of the most popular faces on YouTube, due to your friend Luke inviting them all, but your mind was far away. Things were always this way, people would bore you, so your imagination and your brain were your escape. You were getting lost in your mind again, until when on your way to the kitchen to poor yourself another drink you bumped into someone.

His voice was soft and somewhat familiar, “Sorry.”

You look up at him and as your eyes meet his all the awkward tension seemed to melt off of him, and it looks as if he is searching for something in your face. Weird. “No, I’m sorry, I ought to have been paying attention.”

You walk past him and continue on your way, but he turns around and starts following you. “What’s your name?”

“Excuse me?”

“I was, uh, wondering if I could get your name.”

You both finally get to your destination and you begin to fill your red solo cup again. “Um, it’s Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Dan.”

You take a sip then look back at him, raising an eyebrow. “Danisnotonfire?”

He chuckles and smirks, “So you watch my channel?”

You reply with a smug grin, “No, but my best friend does, and she’s obsessed. You better run, before I go get her.”

You begin to leave the room and he starts to follow you again, blushing with embarrassment. “Sorry, that was a bit pretentious of me.”

“Yeah it was.. Why are you still following me?”

You start to walk up the stairs, and he still follows. “You just give off such an incredible vibe and ohmygod that was probably a weird thing to say-”

“It was odd but honestly seemed like a lame attempt to charm me, didn’t work Howell.” You look down at him for a second and smirk, then continue up the stairs.

He laughs, “So you do know a little about me, that’s not fair.”

You both go out the sliding glass door on the second floor, and out onto the small balcony. “Why is that not fair?”

“I want to know everything about you Y/N, and you got a head start on me.” He takes place next to you, and you both look out at the stars. “Why did you come out here?”

“Just needed some fresh air. Why do you want to know about me?”

He looks at you. “I don’t know actually, but something about you seems so extraordinary.”

You look back at him and laugh, but then bite your lip in an attempt to hide your smile. “You couldn’t be more wrong.”

“Why don’t you think so?”

You look back out at the sky. “I’m not like you Dan, I have no big accomplishments, I have no awards and I certainly don’t have millions of people who care about me and my life. I’m like every other normal person in this world.” He turns his body towards yours and leans against the railing.

“I’m still simply a person, Y/N. I am no more special than you, we’re equals even if we’re different.”

It’s your turn to turn and face him, giving a sad laugh. “You don’t know me, you don’t know what I’ve done, and you don’t know what I’ve been through.”

“But Y/N I want to know.”

You felt your cheeks begin to flush with mild agitation. “What makes you any different from anyone else who has wanted to know? What makes you any different from my old best friend who learned all there is to know then told everyone? How would you be any different than my ex who learned it all and used it against me? I’ve been through some shit Howell, and I don’t want to go through it again. I don’t have to to know what will happen.”

You face the railing again and look up at the moon. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You sigh, “I guess I blew that out of proportion. People usually all turn out to seem the same to me.”

“What is it you want Y/N?”

This caught you slightly off guard, “What do you mean?”

“What do you want Y/N? Do you want me to be your new best friend? Or do you want me to be your new boy-”

“Look Dan, you’re really nice but I think you misinterpreted what I meant.”

“But I’m still asking,” he turns to face the railing as well, and looks up at the moon with you, “what is it you want, you want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down for you.”

You laugh and look at him, “So when the charm runs out you quote old, cheesy movies?”

“I had no charm to begin with, and actually I am very awkward and have raging social anxiety and use self depreciation and peace signs as a coping mechanism, but with you,” he looks at you and gives a bashful smile, “with you talking comes naturally. That’s how I can tell you are extraordinary.”

You look away and awkwardly laugh,blushing. “I want to get to know you too, Dan.”

Suddenly his friend Phil that you also recognized because of your friend emerged through the balcony door, “Hey Dan, I hope I’m not interrupting but I’d like to leave. Everyone’s lovely but not when at this level of intoxication..”

Dan laughed at his friend’s comment and you turned to face him. “Can I get your number?”

You decided to let your witty, cold demeanor from before reappear, “Mmm, not now. But if I do want to get in touch you have millions of followers online, it won’t be very hard to find you.”

You winked, and he giggled, “Okay, then I do hope to hear from you soon Y/N.”

Then he was gone, and from then on you couldn’t look at the moon without thinking about what he said.

“I want to know everything about you Y/N.”

Revelations of a new Daddy

I am a new Daddy, and I feel like people would question that, and ask me where it came from, what made me like this, so on and so forth. The quick and simple answer is that I met a Little, and she opened my eyes to it, expanded my kinks if you will. However, every time I think about it, a certain quote pops into my head. I did not change myself, I simply discovered a part of myself that had yet to be discovered. I’ve always been caring, and nurturing in every day life to friends, even strangers, so it was an easy thing to accept.
However, as most of the people in this community know there is a large stigmatism toward the Dd/lg community, and even the bdsm community. Therefore, I was nervous in entering it, and letting myself enjoy it. Holding in the new found secret desires I have, holding back the urge to call my Little Pumpkin by her various pet names in front of the oblivious people around me. I’ve come to discover that this secrecy is nothing to be nervous about, and most definitely nothing to be embarrassed about. Of late, I find myself thriving on the secrecy of my kinks, and of having to hold things back in front of certain people. It does a number of things.
1.) it builds up the need/want to nurture/take care of/cuddle etc my Pumpkin. It builds up the want to be a Daddy for a little while. It is very similar to missing someone, the longer you wait to see the person, the more relieving it is when you see them.
2.) it makes me feel superior in a way to those around me. It makes me feel like I have come to a greater realization of myself and what I want, more so than those around me. It is most certainly true that I am not superior to them, and for all I know people around me could also be Daddy’s, and if they are, I hope they feel the same way.
3.) this gives the feeling of our own secret little world. A world where just me and my Pumpkin exist, and we can pass each other at a party, whisper in each others ear “Hey Pumpkin,” or “Hi Daddy.” Every time this happens it makes me ecstatic.

Being a Daddy has quickly become one of my favorite life choices, and I cant see myself going back no matter what.
Picture for a minute that you are in a dark room, we shall label this room “Uncertainty.” My uncertainty of what I desire, what I am lacking, what might fix it, in what direction I should head. Then, from a door unseen, a little girl enters from a bright light. She is a cute little adorable thing, who comes up, takes you by the hand and starts to lead you out of this room. You are uncertain if you should go with her, then you look around and realize that this is the first bit of direction you’ve been given in a long time since entering this room, and that it feels right to at least follow her for a while, and try it. Then, on the other side of the door she brings you through is a vast land, inhabited by a people and a community that you never knew existed. And these people, and this Little girl understand you so well, you can’t imagine it was ever possible. Not only do they understand you, but they show you in a vast sense of just how accepting, and supporting they are, especially of each other. Those people are you, the people of the Internet, and though you do not follow me, or know of me, know that you have all done so God damn much for me, that I cannot thank you enough. Thank you most of all, to a certain Little girl who quite literally showed me the way, took my hand, and went with it. I hope we have much more to see, and I hope that we do it together. daddylookingforhisbaby daddyastone daddyslittlesugarplumpixie jerseydaddy-littleprincess australiandaddy theruleset prettybabywhore littlepumpkinfairy dapperdaddyworld gaggedhard There are many others I would very much like to thank, but that list goes on. Personally, these are some of the ones I found helped me best. Thanks to all of you.

Who is Gossip Kunoichi?
  • Sakura: Guys, I am so fed up with this bitch Gossip Kunoichi! How could someone write something like that about me and Sasuke? What’s wrong with our night routine? Although we have yet to marry, everyone knows we are just waiting for the justice to come joining our celebration, much like BP and AJ.
  • Ino: Calm down, forehead, we already know you have warned her. She wrote it.
  • Sakura: Now, I am pretty sure that she is you! Ino-pig, she wrote so much about you and we all know you love attention!
  • Shiho: But do we know for sure it’s a girl?
  • Naruto: Girl, you are genius! I’ve always found that talking style very familiar! That’s Teme’s talking. Sasuke, it’s you!
  • Sasuke: Dobe, you want a fight?
  • Shino: You guys are being childish for someone wanting the new world to come. Why? Because you are suggesting some fight after we finally reach peace.
  • Hinata: Yes, Shino is right. Naruto-kun, I think you should apologize for being rude without evidence.
  • Naruto: What? He suggested a fight! Always he! Remember the last time—
  • Sakura: Naruto, you are not accusing Sasuke of anything!
  • Tenten: Does anyone else feel that we should keep our speculation on without them? It just has to take place every day.
  • Neji: While I agree with you, I have to make sure Naruto is not getting Hinata into trouble.
  • Lee: Come on, people, that’s youth. You should let them experience it. Even though I found it super no good to leave Sakura with those psychos.
  • Naruto+Sasuke: Who are you referring to as psycho?
  • Naruto+Sasuke: Don’t say what I say!
  • Kiba: I think this means they are fine. What’s a shame, I was about to take them shortly after. I vote Sasuke as Gossip Kunoichi, too. Lonely as he is, he has the most time doing that.
  • Akamaru: *bark in agreement*
  • Kiba: Hear, I got a point.
  • *Everyone watches Sasuke.*
  • Ino: I, on the other hand think you could be it. So little were said about you and all of us here know you are anything but innocent, Mr. Womanizer.
  • Kiba: It was too occupied with you. So they have to leave my glory out.
  • Karui: Which we all know shim can’t find any to write even if shim wants.
  • Kiba: Now who’s being not so innocent? Karui, I think you should check your profile—
  • Chouji: Her profile is more than honorable, Kiba.
  • Ino: Chouji! Who knows you can be a protective husband-to-be? Now I think you can be a good GK, too.
  • Temari: It couldn’t be him. The last update popped up when he was onstage saying his touching proposal. That also means Karui, Shikamaru, and I, who were the main focus, couldn’t be it. I would vote you, too, Ino. You keep switching your suspects.
  • Karui: Nice shot, Temari. *high five*
  • Ino: Hey, maybe it has helpers. When did you two get so close? Partners in crime? Shika, do you have any idea?
  • Shikamaru: Troublesome. Why do I have to care who is GK? Maybe it’s not someone in Konahagakure, though. Some nice jutsu can be useful.
  • Neji: You had a point but are you suggesting my clan could also suit the guess?
  • Shikamaru: Don’t be a drag, Neji. I was just pointing out.
  • Tenten: It couldn’t be Neji or Hinata. Too many shits were posted about them.
  • Kiba: Then I’d have to say it’s you. You are portrayed as a Mother Teresa by it.
  • Tenten: I would never call myself Hyuuga Tenten! Not in a million year!
  • Neji: Why not? I honestly think it sounds good.
  • Tenten: Then maybe, I will consider it. Just maybe. And just consider.
  • Naruto: Get a room and consider that you two. I am still suspicious of Sasuke.
  • Sasuke: I swear I would not waste my time like that. As far as I’m concerned, I would guess Shiho. You are the first one to say it may not be a girl. What did you try to dodge?
  • Shiho: I am not…
  • Shino: She can’t be. She got some very embarrassing spills. Would you do that to yourself?
  • Kiba: Mr. Justice-is-my-new-name, I think you of all people have the eyes and the time and the motive. And Shino can be your helper. So are his bugs.
  • Shino: Then Akamaru can do some dirty work for you as well.
  • Kiba: Now it’s your turn for a fight?
  • Hinata: Kiba, Shino…
  • Sakura: No need to care about the fools, Hinata. GK is quite sly, so it can’t be them.
  • Shikamaru: I agree with you.
  • Sakura: Yeah, it just hit on me. How could it not be noticed for so long? When Sasuke and I threatened it, we still didn’t find its identity.
  • Shikamaru: Then how about Naruto and Hinata, it said they had hit it too?
  • Ino: Wait for a moment. You two are the smartest people in this world. Are you trying to say otherwise?
  • Lee: Ino, that makes sense. Smart people like them would know to keep making fun of themselves, which was actually making their images better. Remember the whole serial specials about Shikamaru and His Power over—
  • *Temari, Ino, and Shiho punched Lee*
  • Tenten: Did you really read all those BS?
  • Neji: Probably because he doesn’t have a life.
  • Sai: Or because he wrote those. Being an outsider, I can see there’s more under those bushy brows.
  • Sakura: How long have you been here?
  • Sai: Since you yelled you are fed up, Miss Ugly. And I wasn’t the only one keeping silent from the beginning. I was watching and I think they are also suspicious. Like Kazekage-sama and Mr. Kankuro.
  • Gaara: Did you forget I have a country to run?
  • Matsuri: Gaara-sensei—
  • Gaara: I told you to drop sensei.
  • Matsuri: He would never do something like that!
  • Sai: But it looks as if he had never slept.
  • Kankuro: Haha, I like your guess.
  • Temari: Kankuro, you are also on his list.
  • Kankuro: Well, I can tell you I am not GK. I would have come up with better names. And kunai and shuriken are not my thing.
  • Sari: Yes, and I think it has to be someone from Konoha. Most jokes were inner jokes.
  • Temari: Sari, did you read them?
  • Sari: Well, just some. To catch up with Temari-sama and Nara-sama’s stories. Those are so beautiful and romantic.
  • Shikamaru: Seriously, if we want to make this right, we should stop being off-topic? It’s so troublesome with all you people.
  • Sasuke: Good point. We need to figure it out as soon as possible and I will take care of it on my own. Now, we all know I can’t be the one. Neither could Sakura because her free times are occupied.
  • Sakura: Sasuke, did I hear some evil pride? You are playing cute again.
  • Naruto: Yikes! I hate my gross teammates. Go get a room! Next to Neji and Tenten! BTW, my Hinata and I had kicked its ass. So cross us off. Neither could Sai. He makes the most terrible jokes. He just isn’t humorous enough.
  • Sakura: And you baka didn’t know who it is?
  • Hinata: It hid itself well. We were lucky enough to have some detecting and fighting skills to stop it just in time.
  • Sasuke: Cross them off, too. Too clueless and too kind.
  • Shino: Also cross me and Shiho off. We were highlighted too conveniently every week. We didn’t find any pleasure.
  • Shiho: Yes.
  • Ino: Really? You guys benefit the most!
  • Kiba: Can’t agree more with that!
  • Karui: Then pay extra attention to Kiba—
  • Temari: And Ino! These two are the only ones comfortable with that.
  • Ino: Are you saying I am comfortable with being trashed? Temari, or may I say Miss Gossip Kunoichi, you are dead!
  • Shikamaru: Stop. No more fight today. Shino and Shiho are not attention seeker. Karui and Temari wouldn’t have known so many Konaha humor—
  • Ino: How can we be sure? Who knows how do you spend your date time? We all know you are boring. Right, Chouji? Or are you also corrupted?
  • Chouji: Ino, you and Shika are my best friends. I would never write your stories like that. And I trust Karui. She is an honest person.
  • Kiba: Maybe too honest.
  • Chouji: Kiba, remember accusing Karui like that is like calling me fat!
  • Shikamaru: Forget it. I would just say to cross me off that trouble-maker’s list now.
  • Kiba: So let’s just say Ino and I are too persistent with finding the truth to be GK. Temari and maybe Karui don’t have the knowledge. Chouji and Shikamaru don’t look like gossiper type. Then we are left with the Sunas?
  • Temari: Idiot, how could they know any of you Leaf’s lame jokes and naughty secrets?
  • Tenten: Hey, you are insulting a lot of people here.
  • Neji: Let it go, Tenten. Kiba sure was idiotic. And I think we all know who could be the infamous Gossip Kunoichi and that’s very much your and my duty because shim’s our embarrassing teammate.
  • All except Neji and Lee: Neji, that sounds reasonable! You really are genius. Lee Rock, you are going to hell!
  • Lee: Wait, it’s not me.
  • Sakura: Then what’s about that fat shoutout for your blog?
  • Ino: Then what’s about all the compliments on Sakura?
  • Hinata: Yes. And you talk too much about Neji-nii-san showing you were really familiar with him.
  • Tenten: Yes. And the whole youthful thing?
  • Temari: Makes so much sense because you are the only single one here. Sai doesn’t count. He can’t feel anything anyway. No offence.
  • Sai: Anyone mind telling me if this is the time you say “none taken?”
  • Ino: Yes, and it’s cute to ask. You are like a baby. You can’t be a sinner.
  • Sai: Thanks, gorgeous.
  • Kiba: Wait, Ino. You like babies? You really want some?
  • Karui: Ignore the babies. The thing is, Lee Rock, you could have wanted to be Sasuke so you copied his talking style like babies do.
  • Sasuke: That is not my talking style but you have always been a sick stalker since you were a baby!
  • Naruto: Very well. Also only you would do manis. Oh, and you are always jealous of my hair color!
  • Shikamaru: Naruto, I think you read too many of Lee’s articles. Why haven't you already pointed out that to save us all these tedious dramas?
  • Chouji: So you are calling me fat in public?
  • Kiba: End him, Big Cho, Akamaru will be with you!
  • Shino: So will all kinds of bugs because Aburame clan is not to be messed with.
  • Gaara: Sands are here to help, too. And every Suna residents if you need.
  • Matsuri: Although that would be too tough, you deserve it.
  • Kankuro: Which one of my puppets collection do you prefer? I can also make new ones.
  • Sari: Well done. Go get it!
  • Shiho: Maybe we should report this pervert instead.
  • Sai: No need to do that. As a root member, I can finish everything right now. And I am sure some of us here are part of ANBU and other high positions as well.
  • Tenten: Back off, bureaucracy. This is team 3 crisis.
  • Neji: And should be tackled in our way.
  • Lee: But, but, but, I am not Gossip Kunoichi-sama. I am just its fan!
Hercules Mulligan Modern AU: Coffee Shop Part 1

Words: 1272

Warnings: I used the word ‘hell’

Request: Hercules Mulligan x reader with 97 (Wow, you’re hot.) and 73 (You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!)

A/N: I decided to do this as a Modern AU guys !! This is my first time writing an au, so I really hope you like it, let me know what you think !  Also I don’t really know how coffee shops work in the US so I went with what happens in New Zealand.  Just note this is only the first part (it doesn’t have either of the prompts in it), second part will be up some time soon !!!

P.S: I got no idea how tipping works.

The coffee shop you worked in never stopped playing jazz music.  The soft chords and saxophone harmonies constantly flooding your hearing.  The flowing tunes calming you as you took the orders of the few people that came in while you worked.  You waitressed the first shift, 5am to 9am, and business only really started to pick up in your last few minutes.  You went to the college just down the road as an undeclared student.  Deciding on what you wanted to do for the rest of your life was daunting and overwhelming.  So for now, you were happy with your waitressing job.  

The scent of espresso and the sweet aromas of the home baking that the café sold filled your nostrils.  The warmth of the shop provided refuge from the cool winter mornings, the fireplace exuding waves of heat that seemed to wrap themselves around you like a comforter.  On summer days it was a welcome respite from the rays of the New York sun, you often spent more than just your working hours in the air conditioned shop.  

Today was no different.  The sun was rising over the city, as you desperately tried to wake yourself up.  You had been at the coffee shop for half an hour, cleaning it and getting it ready for it’s opening at 6 am.  The reds and blues of the sunlight mixing together in the sky to create a blend of colour.  The stars fading into the background, not to be seen for another 12 hours or so.  You never wanted the sunset to end, mentally capturing images of it in your mind, sometimes even bringing in one of your cameras to take some photos, some of which you would post online, others you just kept on your computer.  

Photography was a hobby of yours, you had a blog where you posted some of the pictures you took.  It put things into perspective for you, you fell in love with the world around you and saw everything as an opportunity for a shot.  You loved it, but you didn’t think you were good at it, it was just something you enjoyed.  It was one of the reasons you had chosen New York as the city you would go to college in.  It had always interested you, not the tourist attractions or the busy streets, but the real New York.  The burrows and backstreets, alleyways and unknown corners.  You had always had an urge to truly understand the inner workings of the bustling city.  You liked being able to blend into the crowd of faces, practically invisible.  You liked that, hardly ever having to put yourself out there.  It may have been cowardly, but it was how you liked it.

You opened the door to the café a few minutes late, turning to head back to your place behind the counter.  After all, it was usually just you and your fellow waitress Maria until around 8 o’clock in the morning.  This lead to the two of you having some sing alongs to the jazz music that reverberated through the shop.  However on this day, there was a large man in a black beanie standing outside.  He stumbled inside grumbling, heading to the counter, glaring at you as you laughed and sung.  You shut your mouth quickly, staring at the man in confusion.  “One minute please,” you said before rushing into the kitchen to talk to your colleague and one of few friends, Maria.  “I can’t serve that guy!” you whispered yelled.  She laughed, “Yeah well Angelica asked me to do some baking, I’d hate to disappoint the boss.  Besides, I’m sure he’ll be alright, all you gotta do is take his order.  So what if he heard your terrible singing! You don’t need to be embarrassed,” she finished.  You closed your eyes taking a deep, groaning breath.  “Ok…” you agreed, still groaning.  You stepped out of the kitchen, a largely, mostly false, smile on your face.

“Hi there! You’re in here quite early,” you started your voice half heartedly cheery.

“Am I early, or did you open up late?” He countered, his voice heavy with annoyance.  You took it that he was not happy about having to wait for his early morning coffee, his face was stern.  “I’m so sorry about that, we don’t usually get anyone in here this early,” you said, apologetically.  “So what can I get ‘ya?” you asked, voice picking up a cheerful tone once again.  

“Just a long black thanks,”  he replied curtly, paying for his order and heading for a table on the opposite side of the room.  

He was shockingly large, especially up close.  Tall and broad, though his face was sweet when he wasn’t glaring at you.  He was cute, in a giant teddy bear kind of way.  It was too bad about his seemingly horrible personality.  You made his coffee, internally arguing with yourself over whether you liked or hated him.  In fact you became so caught up in your own thoughts that you almost burnt your hand under the scalding water.  Shaking your head at your own stupidity, you rushed your way - carefully - over to the only customer in the shop.  

Placing his coffee down, you turned to leave, but he called out to you.  Twisting around, you smiled at him quizzically.  “Yes…” you prompted, one eyebrow delicately raised.

“I just wanted to apologise for my attitude earlier.  I’m tired and stressed, I’ve actually got a big assignment due today.  But still, it doesn’t justify my rudeness,” he said taking a sip of his coffee, which was almost visibly waking him up.  You were shocked, and glad, maybe he wasn’t just another total asshole?  “An assignment? What are you studying?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Fashion design, at the college down the street,” he answered, apparently unashamed.  You grinned, you could certainly respect unabashed confidence in one’s self.  You were excited that you went to the same college, maybe you would see each other around.  “Oh that’s so cool! I go there too, but I’m undeclared,” you responded, the conversation taking off from there.  You couldn’t help but think of how strange this was, this guy who you had ‘hated’ just a few minutes ago had now captured your full attention.  Your smile and cheery tone no longer false.  Your job, the shop, all of your worries over your own future drifting away.  You were, however, conscious that you looked a mess.  Face bare and uniform very unflattering.  You continued to talk to him instead of working, although business wasn’t exactly booming.  You definitely felt drawn to him, and you could only hope he felt the same.

Regretfully you said “I really should get back to my job, and I should let you get back to your studies.  It was so nice talking to you,”  you swear you saw his face drop, your heart skipped a beat.  “I never got your name,” he responded, with a cheeky grin.  Your breathing stopped, how could he have such an effect on you? “Y/N. My name is Y/N,” you answered with a closed lip smile.  “Y/N,” he repeated.  “Do you work this shift daily?” he asked, still grinning.  You cocked your head, confused.  “Yes?”

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stood up, placed a ten dollar bill on the table and shot you a wink.  He walked out of the shop, leaving you a bright red colour, your mouth slightly open as you stared after him.  You were only pulled out of your trance when you heard Maria laugh joyfully, “What the hell was that?”

I really hope you like it

- T. Jeffz

Studio Day

Chanyeolscrimpedhair: I love you blog!! It looks like you’re super busy with requests so maybe when you get a chance you could do a chanyeolxreader, fluffy smut! :)

Literally, I had like 5 different scenarios for this, but I think Chanyeol in the studio working and trying to create songs would be fitting for him.

Summary: He called you at 9 am on a Saturday for this…

Idol: Park Chanyeol (Exo)

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 2,143

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Saint Joy’s Fic Rec: Haikyuu!! Edition

HEY SO it’s Fanfiction Writers’ Appreciation Day! And bishounen-curious made a wonderful checklist of things that you can do to spread the love, both as a reader and as a writer. And since I am both and I know as much as anyone that recognition means oh so much, I’m compiling a new fic rec that’ll update the ancient one that you can maybe find lying around in the depths of my blog from the times that I was a devout Homestuck.

This is gonna be hella long, so enjoy the ride.

Ships are organized alphabetically, then by rating within each category.

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the kind of witch i want to be

A little story: a few months ago, my partner and I went to the beach. I had just discovered the tumblr witch community and was eagerly researching the various types of witchcraft (did I want to be a sea witch, a crystal witch, a hedge witch, was I going to grow my own herbs and dress candles and live a highly ritualised life) and deciding to be all of them, all at once. My grimoire, such as it was, was just me copying out pages upon pages of crystal correspondences and instructions for visualisation from random sources all over the internet, wanting to know everything and have everything, ready to go, for whatever spell I wanted to cast, wanting a spell up my sleeve for every occasion. I had “come out” to my partner as someone who wanted to explore witchcraft - a scary confession to make to a staunch atheist, a person who has no desire or even, seemingly, a need for a spiritual life - and they had accepted it. They thought it was weird, but they accepted it; they understood my motivations, perhaps better than I did: I wanted ritual, a sense of control, something, I didn’t know, but my partner respected it and that helped me explore it. 

I had, in a very short amount of time, internalised the idea that being a witch = having stuff. Having dozens of crystals, herbs, sea shells, jars full of scraps of nature squirrelled away for future use. Therefore I saw our trip to the beach as an opportunity for scavenging: I picked up dozens of sea shells, dried up starfish, chunks of smooth white quartz and fragile discarded crab-shell skins. 

I also collected sea water, in little empty gin bottle I had. I frolicked in the sea and gave it my energy as I took the water from it. 

When we returned from the sea, quietly returning to our ordinary lives, I fell out of the habit of exploring witchcraft. I didn’t change my mind about what I wanted out of witchcraft, or lose interest in the concepts necessarily; it was just like I forgot. I stopped going on tumblr, without even thinking about it; I stopped writing in my grimoire, stopped practising my energy work, stopped buying crystals from the internet, and, through thoroughly benign neglect, let my succulents and herbs die, shrivel up, and get blown away by the winds of a particularly strong storm. I didn’t find something new to fixate on, like I usually do; in fact, I ran out of energy or interest for anything at all. 

Obviously, to those looking at it from the outside in, I was depressed. Maybe am is more accurate than was. When I did log back on to tumblr sometime later, I felt uncomfortable reading witchy blogs - I no longer accepted their information and advice with curious enthusiasm, but felt… embarrassed. Not by their content but by my inability to believe. 

The desire to believe - to have faith in something, whether it be a deity or a practice or the effectiveness of a simple action - crashing into my skepticism is something I have always struggled with when searching for a way to live a more spiritual life. I want to believe that a crystal or an herb or even a fervent belief will have some affect on the world, or even on the inside of my mind; somehow, though, it never happens. 

Yesterday, after a few months had gone by, my partner and I decided to make cocktails. I opened a little bottle of gin, nestled in amongst all the other, many bottles of gin I have, and was greeted (somewhat rudely) but the smell of rotten eggs. Seawater spoils, did you know that? I didn’t know that. 

What kind of witch do you want to be? When I started out, I wanted to be every kind; I wanted to be a healer in a forest, covered in moss and brewing potions; I wanted to be a mysterious figure, wandering up and down the beach, the sound of the waves crashing in my ears. I wanted to be something that doesn’t - not for me, anyway - exist outside of storybooks. 

This all sounds as though it’s leading to the conclusion “this is why I am no longer a witch.” I’m here to reassure you now that this is not the case. I just want to re-examine what kind of witch it is that I want to be. 

I don’t want to be the kind of witch who gathers, thoughtlessly, things that aren’t meant to be kept in little bottles (no matter how cute little bottles are). I don’t want to be the kind of witch who separates nature from interacting with the natural world by hoarding ingredients in my house. I don’t want to be the kind of witch, locked up in her house, surrounding by rotting ingredients and dusty crystals, worrying about the future and futilely attempting to exert some impossible control over it. 

I want to be the kind of witch who lives in the world, who is in touch with the world. I am not saying that growing herbs or collecting crystals or gathering sea shells is a sign that you are not truly living in the world: that claim would be insane. What I am saying is that these things do not work for me, for this particular witch. This witch wants to go to the beach and get energy from being at the beach; to walk in the forest and be enriched by that moment, right then, right there, knowing that I can’t take that moment home in a jar and being okay with that. 

I want to keep up with the practices that worked best for me when I was actively exploring the witchy life. For me, that’s walking in nature, practicing energy work and yoga, meditating. I’m going to start a new grimoire that isn’t me copying down the correspondences others have determined, but is a record of my own experiments and experiences working out how to be the only witch I can be. I will probably still collect crystals, and maybe the occasional sea shell. But, for now, this witch is going to leave the sea water in the sea. 

「 Statue 」

Title → 「 Statue 」

Genre →fluff. ANGST.

Member →Mingyu

Description:You and Mingyu like each other.However his friends don’t like the idea of that.

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock

As the hooking ticks and tocks filled your eardrums, you frequently switched between peering at Mingyu, the mind-numbing clock, and your dreary teacher. Your class was a plodding jail cell, nobody wanted to be here. Including the stringent  teacher that was leading you all.

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I’ve spent all day in bed thinking about your hands, the hands that write love into existence– we’re all a cup of coffee away from figuring out some things and the lie that I’ve been telling myself is that I can’t do this anymore. I’ve spent the last year writing my life away. I’ve spent a whole life time trying to understand that just because they say that they love you… it doesn’t mean that they’d stay forever. I’ve spent all day in my head, I can’t seem to escape my thoughts. I started this blog because I wanted to write poetry for my ex, a year later and I’m still trying to fit my pieces back together. I’m still a little bit lost because I’ve been given a maze. The flaws and the regrets, each corner I find a new mistake. I can’t love myself today, but I’ll try again tomorrow. I stayed angry, but I’m learning to let go. Some people don’t need us in their lives, they just need to touch and disappear. We’re like smoke, we’re burning to feel numb. I’m going to be alright, it’s only a day. I still write everyday, I still love everyday. Even if they hate me, the person that I am right now– it’s because they have left me and it’s going to be a ride, and I won’t always have my seatbelt on. I’m reckless, I know. I’m constantly making wrong decisions, I won’t answer your phone call every time you call, I may laugh too loud even if your jokes aren’t funny… but hey, at least you tried to make me feel something. I’ve been listening to the rain apologize to the flowers, I either hit you where it hurts or I’m just light. It’s the weather, it’s these colors. I’ve been grey before, still picking up my storms. I’ve been lightning before, still finding the place to strike back to back. I’ve been cold before, I’m still learning to be passionate. They tell me, you don’t write about anything but love. Darling, because love is the only thing worth writing about. You’re going to want to fix the world, but you can’t fix the world if you can’t even fix yourself. You’re going to want to let go, and if you should know– I’ve been trying to be more than just a depressed soul bending backwards to the sound of your voice saying I don’t love you anymore. We’re going to be okay, I have to believe so. I’m tired of these metaphors. I’m tired of hiding. I’m tired of not being who I am, fuck it, you can laugh at me. I’ll just be a bit embarrassed, they say that those things build character. So when you see me. Do you see a poet or a poem? Some days, that’s all I know. I just write more poetry that’s left by her, her, her, her, her and her. Maybe one day, I’ll write the poetry that’s left by me. Maybe… but not today. Today? I can only try.

anonymous asked:

You're one of my favorite blogs so I thought I'd come to you to vent. I'm just really sad about Derek being off the show and there's basically no hope for sterek now... teen wolf has made it so hard to be positive about the characters and I just wish the show was back to what it used to be :(

Oh anon, I feel you. *hugs*

I am fairly new to the fandom (nine months-ish, five on tumblr), so I missed the glory days of the tight cast and what TW was before (*sign of the cross*) season four (*tosses salt over shoulder*). Furthermore, the sterek fandom just received another painful blow when Hoechlin announced he wasn’t coming back.

I’m going to tell you what my mom said, because she’s rad as hell and helps me think of nice vocabulary for my fic, and she’s the wisest person I know.

A few weeks ago I went to her all bummed out because I suddenly felt embarrassed for putting so much effort into a story about two characters that technically weren’t real, and that one of the characters wasn’t even on the show anymore(!) And she just kept chopping carrots and said,

“Star Wars came out decades ago and people still collect thousands of dollars of merchandise because they love it. People still go to comic con and dress up in costumes for all kinds of characters that ‘don’t exist,’ but would you really go to Disneyland and tell a little girl that Cinderella ‘isn’t real?’”

And I said, “No, that’s terrible, Cinderella is real to that little girl.”

And then my mom put down the knife and looked me in the eye because I had walked straight into her trap, and chomped down on a carrot and said, “Exactly. Characters live forever, and they can be as real as you want them to be. You’re still writing and drawing art for your story, right?”

And I said, “Well yeah, but Derek and Stiles were never even together on the show and the show is terrible and I feel silly now blah blah what am I doing with my life”

And then my mom dumped the carrots into the pot of soup and said, “Who cares about the show? Why should the show influence your take on the characters? You’re taking two characters that you love and you’re making something new with them that you share with other people. You’re having fun! You’re expanding their story! You don’t need the show to enjoy that.”

And then I said “okay thanks, Eggers” (that’s her nickname because once she dropped an entire tray of deviled eggs at a party and they went bouncing everywhere and it was hilarious) and I went back out to the porch and kept writing.

My mom can say some pretty crazy things (she thought Instagram was “Instagrammar” an app for posting spelling errors), but I think she’s right with this one. One thing that’s pretty cool about the sterek fandom is that despite the blatant tabooing the show’s shown us, we just kind of picked up our things and left together to go hang out elsewhere. We’re still here, we’re still writing fanfics and making gifs and art and “expanding the story” ourselves. I have so much fun creating my work, and if you have fun writing or reading other people’s fics, that’s awesome! Keep on keepin’ on. Derek and Stiles are still alive and well in fandom, so really - why not enjoy that? :)

anonymous asked:

And body swapping fics? Could be sterek or scissac (love your blog and everything about you guys!) Thanks!!!!! 😘

What is up my Anonymous friend?!?!?! Bodyswapping is totally my jam. Let’s do this! Oh, and I have to say, I couldn’t find any Scisaac bodyswaps, so if any followers know of one hiding somewhere, let us know!

Also, there were a whole bunch of people swapping around, so I’ve organized them into groups for y’all.

Stiles and Derek Bodyswaps:

While You Were Sleeping by PrincezzShell101

3,873  I  Crack
“Well, what am I supposed to do Derek? I am, literally, in a hairy situation here.”
“Yeah Stiles, and you could maybe say I’m going through some puberty issues.”
The one where Derek and Stiles are body swapped until Stiles can find a solution. There’s face palm worthy Google searches and embarrassing YouTube videos. Also Stiles finds something very interesting in Derek’s phone. And in his pants.

i feel you in every heartbeat  by warlocks

4,063  I  AU-College, Soulmates
Teen and Up
Suddenly his entire body felt tingly and sensitive and he could swear gravity had failed on him just then; he couldn’t feel the chair he was sitting on, or where he’d planted his feet on the floor, or the clothes he was wearing, or the pen he was holding, and then his vision started blurring and morphing into a picture of some place that was not his classroom.
“Oh, shi—”
“—it,” he finished with a different voice.
Or, the AU in which, on their 22nd birthday, a person will switch bodies with their soulmate and is left to figure out whom they’re temporarily inhabiting, and how to get back to each other. But because Stiles is Stiles, he forgets that it’s his birthday, and the bodyswap takes him by surprise.

Je suis juste trop effrayé des loups (I am too afraid of wolves) by docbitchface

Derek shudders. He hears Stiles’s window slide open, and jerks in surprise. He thinks he should have known that someone was coming, and he’s relieved when he recognizes his own frame crouching in the window, waiting for permission.
In which Stiles and Derek switch bodies, and it’s all that one witch’s fault.

Fuzzy Logic by Sparseparsley

6,504  I  Frottage
Derek and Stiles switch bodies because of wizard reasons and Stiles just wants to know what that awesome scent is.

Two Sides of the Same Mirror by p1013

7,795  I  Original Female Character
Teen and Up
Stiles doesn’t like going to the antiques store so much as he recognizes that it’s something he needs to do periodically. Every once in awhile, though, he’ll find something interesting. A Scientific Study of the Metaphysical Properties of Common Herbs was particularly useful, which he’d found tucked behind another copy of The Lord Of The Rings and some Nora Roberts junk.
Right now, he’s thumbing through a brown and cracked copy of The Werwolfe, or, The Baleful Beast.

it is so quite new a thing by sheafrotherdon

8,713  I  First Time
In the last, lazy moment before he opens his eyes, Derek realizes something is wrong.

Your Body’s My Body by derekstilinski

10,016  I  Sexual Content (Bow Chicka Bow Wow)
Not Rated (Between Mature and Explicit)
Derek and Stiles get body swapped… Interesting things happen.

copywritten (so don’t copy me) by etben

12,986  I  Witches
“Oh, shit,” Stiles says, and flops as far backward as their mysterious body-swap connection will let him.

Might Not Make It Back by GotTheSilver

23,347  I  Getting Together
Bodyswap. Because of the fun.

I’m you and you’re me by NicoDoubleLe

24,036  I  Pack Bonding
It was just an intruder, nothing happened, they all left unhurt and everything was fine, but Derek realises that something has happened when he wakes up in a different room, not just any room, Stiles’ room.

Under My Skin by Renmackree

36,590  I  10/10  I  Slow Build
WARNING: Tagged for Rape/Noncon
In his defense, Stiles wasn’t even trying to find his way into the supernatural tonight. He had gone to a normal party at Danny’s after their summer Lacrosse practice , met a normal girl who seemed interested in him, left with her to go to her normal apartment in the hopes of having normal sex for the first time.
But, then again, when has anything normal happened to Stiles Stilinski?

Trust Fall by Stoney

144,224  I  13/13  I  Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build
Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it’s pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.
Great. Wait…does this mean he’s the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit.
Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over.
They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn’t be calm and focused.
Of course.

Scott and Derek Bodyswaps:

Petty Revenge by I_JustWokeUp

2,013  I  Foreplay, Humor
Inspired by seanbiggerstaffrox’s Freaky Furday.
A Sterek heavy one-shot in which Scott and Derek switch bodies, Scott discovers Stiles is sleeping with Derek and Scott retaliates with an electric razor.
Derek being Derek (as Scott), gets revenge. Thankfully they manage to switch back into their own body in no time, though the same can’t be said for their petty revenge.

Freaky Friday by kits_lightning

2,604  I  2/2  I  Misunderstandings
Scott and Derek switch bodies, but Scott doesn’t notice until he gets a special wake-up call.

Where is My Mind by whiskey_in_tea

6,585  I  Crack
“Ground rules: no jerking off,” Scott says. “No using my body to mack on my best friend, okay, that’s fucking gross.”

Misc. Character Body Swap:

The one where witches make Derek and Lydia swap bodies by trilliastra

2,551  I  Misunderstandings, Pining
Teen and Up  I  Derek and Lydia bodyswap
The biggest problem is that sometimes Derek forgets he’s in Lydia’s body. Sometimes he catches Stiles looking at him and his heart starts beating faster and he feels light headed only to remember that Stiles is not looking at him.
He’s looking at her.

Derek Hale Tried to Kiss Me Today by stileskolpath

3,546  I  Established Relationship, Fluff
Teen and Up  I  Stiles and Sheriff bodyswap
Stiles knew this wasn’t a good idea. But it was kind of his fault. Well, Derek’s really. He’s the asshole that had told him that shield spells would be a good idea, what with the rogue group of succubi that had temporarily set up camp just outside the Hale-McCall Pack territory.
Seriously, magic hates him, and he doesn’t know why he uses it.
AKA that one time when he accidentally switched bodies with his dad and things did not go as planned

Okay Anon, I hope you enjoy all the fics! Enjoy reading the crack-y ridiculousness that is the bodyswap trope.

Enjoy not sleeping because you’ll be too busy reading bodyswaps. Fanfic FTW!

Love and internet hugs,

Fluffy Wolf

Greets from the HxH Wiki

     Hello. My name is Nomami, I am a editor on the Hunterpedia and I am pansexual and non-binary. 

    I use to have a Tumblr blog many years ago, though due to circumstances. I closed it being no use to me. So upon doing so, hearing about this unnecessary drama going on here. I decided to come and try to put a stop to this. Truly, I be blessed if all of the fans of Hunter X Hunter to stop this squabbling. I made a new blog just to come down from where, I do not trespass into to tell you all to stop pointing fingers at one another. Stop pushing wither Hisoka is bi or pan or heterosexual down every fan’s throats. I am embarrassed by my own fandom just seeing this drama go down. The most childish thing, I saw was when some people came to the wiki and vandalized it for their own sick joy. I had to help clean up that mess. I know it was people from Tumblr who committed the act. Pointing out little things about a character just to prove something is also unneeded. Here are canon facts about Hisoka that people need to remember. Compliments of your fellow wiki.

  • Hisoka only fights people, if their nen is powerful enough to satisfy his tastes for fighting. If they have no potential he either will kill them and find a new victim to chew out on.
  • Illumi would be considered Hisoka’s friend, but Hisoka himself betrayed Illumi already just for letting Alluka live. Hisoka wants to fight Illumi and kill him. 
  • Hisoka in the anime asks Machi out to dinner, in the manga he asks her to stay the night or sleep with him. She is seen as a potential love interest and was spared also to warn the spiders of his forthcoming. 
  • Hisoka was not staring at Gon and Killua’s butts. He was being a creepy. It is stated in the manga if Hisoka was behind them. Hisoka was going ku ku ku. Which in japanese manga means to have a evil laugh. Zoku zoku shown in the manga means to shudder and freak out. Hisoka likes to freak his victims out.

Hisoka’s design has many influences. Batman’s Joker, Dio from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures, etc.

(I need to comment on this.)

 As me being pan myself, I do not see Hisoka as pan or bi. I am sorry to disappoint everyone on this. The description doesn’t fit him at all. To be pan is someone who experiences sexual, romantic, physical attractions to anyone of any gender. Hisoka is believed to be pan or bi, but this is not the case. I tell people I am from America which, I am but I was born in Japan. I can tell you one thing. There are a lot of beautiful metrosexual men there. Hygiene in Japan is big. Looking as attractive as you can is a big trend. Especially, among Japanese men. Just because a man wears heels or acts differently or dresses very elaborate doesn’t mean he is what people believe him to be. This itself is a stereotype. There are many characters in anime who are feminine, but turned out to be straight. For example, let us take Yukari Mishakuji from Project K, he is a beautiful anime man whom is well groomed, hairless and was seen to always be carrying himself with a elegant feminine personality. People for years believed him to be homosexual, but he admitted in a audio drama that he liked women only. Many fans especially fans of yaoi were very disappointed. Hisoka, I believe falls into this category. A man with what people call a fetish or kink for fighting people with great strength. Hisoka is well groomed and his affiliations with Machi is questionable even to me. Now before even thinking to write this, I looked through the recent posts on people pointing out some signs on why they think he is straight or gay. For one, Hisoka says to Kurapika when he wants to fight Danchou. There are several reasons why:

    1. Danchou is strong.

    2. Hisoka wishes to test his strength.

    3. He loves to fight.

      Machi stated in the manga and anime. “He doesn’t talk about the past. He has no interest in the past. By tomorrow, I imagine he’ll have forgotten Kastro’s face. He doesn’t associate with others. He’s his own man because he believes himself to be the strongest.” Hisoka only wishes to be stronger. Fighting Danchou would proove his strength. Since, Hisoka himself has a big ego, during the deathmatch he was proven wrong. People stated Hisoka wants to have relations with Danchou. This itself is just plain fan assumptions. You really have to think about it. If Hisoka wanted to have sexual relations with either Illumi or Danchou. He would have done it already. Now this is not to damage people who ship them, I myself ship many things in HunterXHunter, but the one character in HunterXHunter, that always is said to be pan or bi is Hisoka.

      Can we all stop and think for a moment that Hisoka is a psychopath. He is like the Joker, he does not need a reason to fight you. He is his own man he does what he wants and a character can be inspired by another design but also have the personality of another. I see Dio’s design and Joker’s personality both clashing into one. That is what makes up Hisoka. Joker himself is whimsical like Hisoka, he himself loves to mess with people like Hisoka. Joker loves to see people suffer and just likes to see the world burn. Mentally disturbed men do not need a reason. Sometimes the most insane ones are the most sane. Hisoka has shown tendencies of wanting to shake people ajar with how he acts. He takes a bite out of his own severed arm. He stands nude to freak out the people who see him. Hisoka does not show that he even cares. Does this prove he is pan? Or bi? Hisoka uses nicknames like fruit to describe the victim he is about to take a bite out of or to kill. As Hisoka stands nude in the middle of the lake he sees both Gon and Killua start up their nen. Hisoka does the same showing he is ready to fight them. To the death. Hisoka’s trend in fighting strong opponents is more of a game for him. If no one is up to standards he tosses them aside. Now, when Danchou lost his nen, Hisoka quickly lost interest in fighting him. Now if Hisoka was attracted to Danchou would he of still not be attracted to him sexually regardless if he lost his nen or not? Doesn’t being bi mean you are sexually attracted to men as is for being pan? Hisoka just loses interest. At the drop of a dime. Think about it. When Hisoka learns there is a way to restore Danchou’s nen Hisoka is up for the task in doing so just to fight him. Now Hisoka never has asked anyone else out. All except for Machi. Many fans use this as a main example and some point out the ‘so called date of Hisoka and Ilumi’ this shows how two faced Hisoka is. Hisoka was looking for strong people to fight during the voting for a new chairman. Did he care about how sexy the hunters he was testing out were? No, he showed no interest in them. 

      Now I have to point out when Illumi entered the room, Hisoka thought he was going to fight someone strong. Illumi’s nen is a 95 Hisoka has shown his interest to fight either Killua and Illumi. While watching the show and reading the manga. Never did he show that he wants to date or kiss or even show potential romance and Hisoka is the most romantic one here. As soon as Illumi tells Hisoka about Gon’s situation that is when Hisoka took interest. Play by Illumi’s game and try to intercept his plans just so Gon could be saved. This reflects on Hisoka’s wanting to fight strong people with potential. Gon has potential. Losing Gon is losing another toy to play with. The Hisoka and Gon fight is one I and everyone in this fandom is looking forward too. Losing Gon or Hisoka means no Gon and Hisoka fight. The deathmatch of Hisoka and Danchou was a epic one. It shows how far Hisoka is willing to go to experience that feeling of being outwitted by someone stronger then he is. Knowing that he beat someone stronger then he is something he gets turned on by. It is his kink and when Machi a main hallmark in one of Hisoka’s interests he is always seen asking her if she was impressed or the hair raising question.

‘Who would you like to survive me or Danchou?’

      Machi says Danchou , but then states if the Danchou died she would hunt Hisoka to the ends of the earth. Hisoka in the anime is delighted to hear this. In the manga. He is shown to be calm and welcoming about it. It is a answer he is willing to accept from her. Though many can argue it is one sided and that Hisoka would only ask a lady once and never bother her again. Well Hisoka seems to bother Machi a lot when they are seen together. I do believe it was shown that Machi carried some emotions for Hisoka in her during chapter 357, but as we all know Hisoka likes to push on Machi’s buttons. Sparing her, which I found very odd. 

     Now the stakes are higher. Hisoka is killing anyone now. Strong nen or low nen. Togashi stated all spiders would die. This includes Illumi’s brother, Kalluto. There is bound to be a Illumi and Hisoka deathmatch in the future. This shows how two faced Hisoka is. Which is why we have in the wiki that Hisoka’s friendship with Illumi is unconventional. Hisoka himself is just using Illumi for his own benefit to get what he wants as is Illumi. Illumi wants Hisoka to kill Alluka. Killing Alluka means the chances of Gon surviving dims. Hisoka goes out of his way to distract Illumi. This goes to Hisoka wanting to change the map Illumi was looking for to know where Killua was headed too. From the famous Illumi bloodlust scene. Now many of my friends have told me that the hand gesture Hisoka does means he wants to do Killua. Now this right here. This is one of the things that makes me face palm myself. The fandom dives to deep into something that has no meaning.

      How Hisoka talks or how he carries himself is always. ALWAYS the first thing people think in to believing Hisoka is pansexual. Which, I think it is ridiculous. This is another distraction as I seen many fans point out here on Tumblr, Reddit and many other forum blogs that Hisoka wants ‘to do Killua?’ That is the most stupidest thing I have ever heard from the fandom. My pan senses cringe whenever I see people associating Hisoka with my own sexuality. Hisoka, I am sorry he is not pan or bi. He has shown canonly a interest in Machi, but now who knows how that will fair out. Now that she is pissed and has only been seen interested in fighting strong people with strong nen potential. This is classified as fetish town central. Hisoka maybe odd, but pan. I am sorry, but no. Hisoka doesn’t want to have intercourse with Danchou my poor spider and Illumi. Hisoka already betrayed Illumi by going after the spiders and letting Alluka live. Hisoka wants to kill Danchou and will kill anyone in his path to do so. Saying Hisoka is clean and has no hair, that just because he is inspired by a bisexual character and how whimsical he acts does not prove anything. It just shows how hard the fandom is into believing anything another fan says. I being pan like to be real about things. State the canon facts that are shown in the anime and manga not what the fans put. Canonly, Hisoka has Dio’s design and joker’s personality. The Harley Quinn would indeed be Machi. Illumi would be one of the villians that Hisoka uses for his own gain to help his own plans succeed. Gon would of course be Batman and Killua Robin. You cannot have Batman without Joker. They are the punchline of the show. As Gon and Hisoka is. Another fun fact is as crazy as Joker is he did have a child wih Harley Quinn. As odd as their relationship is  this would reflect on Machi and Hisoka. There are other influences for Hisoka’s character, but Dio’s design and Joker’s personality are the main one scene in Hisoka. 

     Just because someone as abnormal as Hisoka dresses funny or talks funny doesn’t mean they are what people think they are. Togashi is LGBT related in some of his characters, but Hisoka I for one do not see him as LGBT. I see Pouf as LGBT. He is the more homosexual character shown on the show and manga itself. His devotion for Mereum, his jealous, his passion and him showing wanting to be more then just a royal guard is just shown there. Out in the open. So here is what we have so far canonly for Hisoka. I do not know what more proof do yo all need to end this drama.

  • Hisoka loves to fight. He does this by seeking out strong people to test himself.
  • Hisoka shows a kink for pain and power. The thought of fighting someone as strong as he  or who has potential excites him. Like when he fought Gon or the Danchou.
  • Hisoka wants to fight Illumi to have that honor of killing him. He uses Illumi and tries to stop Illumi as best he can to help himself for his own needs to help out Gon in the end to fight him. Which is where the sexual fetish for fighting comes in.
  • Hisoka is seen to be a very well groomed individual in both the manga, the 1999 anime and 2011 anime. 
  • He has shown interest in Machi from start to finish. He might not go after her, due to the fact his interest in fighting is more stronger. When she is around he takes the chance to either bother or talk to her.
  • Hisoka deems himself as Illumi’s friend but only to the point where they would be acquaintances. Both are shown to have no problem killing one another. 
  • Hisoka is a whimsical liar. He has shown this many times. For example he was going to use texture surprise to throw Illumi off Killua’s course in using Alluka to help out Gon.
  • Hisoka was paired with Machi in both the animes of 1999 and 2011 and in the manga during the Phantom Troupe Arc. I think Togashi might actually ship these two together. We all much remember Togashi likes complex characters with complex relationships. Machi and Hisoka’s little thing has a lot of complexity in it. Machi showed some concern and care for Hisoka in 357 and Hisoka showed some interest in Machi during the Haven’s Arena Arc. Machi says Hisoka usually forgets about a person the next day. Meaning they become irrelevant to him. So far Hisoka has not forgotten Machi. He is always happy to see her. He even tells her. If you want to stop me come and get me. He actually tells her to come and get him. He should have killed her there, but he says it with a heart suit symbol. Ishida states the suit symbols reflect Hisoka’s emotions.

    Heart being directed to things he likes. He uses the heart a lot on Machi or when his fight with the Danchou was getting to the point he was blown away by how powerful he was being overwhelmed by his opponent.

    The Clover is used mainly when he is conflicted or trying to think things through. 

    The Spade for when he is upset or mad. Like during his deathmatch with Danchou. He had a hard time reading the Danchou’s moves. What he thought through came out to be the opposite of what he wanted. How troublesome.

    The diamond is used when he is either around friends. 

    I believe this is as much evidence we have so far that I believe Hisoka is not pan. Someone who has sexual fetishes in fights and who has displayed more whimsical bothersomes towards a girl that is as tsunade as one would think who shows a different side to her during 357. You cannot tell me. That there is nothing there. She willingly patches him up for helping out Danchou. To a man who is always testing her patience from highering Machi to help patch himself up when he did not even needed to be patched up. Hisoka fixed himself up. He already knew the outcome of the battle, yet he asked Machi to come anyway. I don’t mean to poke at my fellow yaoi and yuri brothers and sisters, but the signs that Hisoka might be what I have seen fans point out is infact more canon then we might think. Hisoka is infact a secret. Though one cannot deny the facts that Machi and Hisoka is a thing in HxH as much as Pouf’s love for Mereum. The tension between Hisoka and Machi is there. I can feel it. Many of my fabulous gay friends have come to the conclusion that Hisoka is infact metrosexual with power kinks. 

    Hopefully this sheds some light on canon facts not fan made theories and claims. These are the things that me and my friends have seen through the manga and animes. I cannot see Hisoka as pansexual or bisexual. The arguments are stupid and illogical.

     This is Nomami and this is as canon as it gets. I am sorry for stating            this, but you all have to stop. This fight has gone on long enough.

(Pardon english. This post proofread by friend of mine. Who know english better then me. 読んでくれてありがとう。♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ))

You and I – Chapter 3

A/N: I love you all so much omg. Thank you for the positive feedback and suggestions! btw last time I wrote ‘suggestions would be could’ well, anyway, i was sleepy. I meant Suggestions would be cool, lol. Enjoy this chapter and yeah.. idk I guess I’ll write another one now bc I have 3 more hours of travelling haha.

Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I didn’t read this  check lol. 

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