i really hope the people who threw it are on tumblr

anonymous asked:

I'm 14 going on 15 and I hate how so many people who take a character that was just my age, and make creepy art and fic about him. I'm about to turn his current age and have been propositioned since I was 11 and was always told that adults who try things like that are perverts. So why is it when a bunch of 20 somethings pushing a teen who is around my age into a sexual relationship with an adult and do explicit crap, it's not perverted and gross? What about the teens who are feeling sexualized?

First off, thanks for writing me and being polite in your message. 

The first thing I want to address is this: you should never be made to feel sexualized. Unless it’s with someone you want to be sexual with, like a crush of yours. Even with someone you consider a crush, if you don’t want to feel that way and don’t want to do anything that can be considered sexual (be it even a kiss), you should never feel forced. This is not just now because you’re a teen, this is something that all of us go through and need to keep in mind even in our 20s, 30s and so on.

I’m so sorry that you feel that way in real life because some adults are absolutely disgusting. They are. Adults that prey on children are absolutely disgusting and horrifying and you should call them out, tell your parents or your teachers or the police. I’m not kidding here. I know it’s hard and you might feel like you’re going to be made fun of, or that they won’t believe you, or that they will side with the adult, or that will belittle you and tell you it’s not a big deal. If you tell someone you trust, they won’t do all those things. Go with your guts. Tell, even if someone only threw nasty words at you or catcalled you (and I really hope you never went through anything heavier than that). In those cases there won’t be much that you can do, but telling someone will help.

What I can tell from your message, is that you (subconsciously or not) equate sex with generally being nasty and perverted. This will probably be unnecessary, but I’ll say it anyway: sex is not inherently gross or disgusting or creepy. If you feel that it is, then it means you’re not ready to enter a sexual relationship, and that’s perfectly fine and normal. I won’t tell you that that’s only because of your age, because some people never (or very rarely) show any interest in sex (it’s called asexuality and it falls under the LGBT+ spectrum). Whether you do end up growing to want sex or not doesn’t matter here. 

What matters is that now you clearly don’t want to see sex and anything to do with it in your fandom experience and that’s fine. Tumblr offers you ways to make your experience better and show you only the content you want to see. Block any nsfw tag. Don’t follow blogs whose description clearly states that they post nsfw (like mine). Tumblr is a big and scary place if you just take everything it throws at you (be it ship hate, nsfw stuff, etc). The thing with it is that it can’t cater to everyone’s tastes, so you have to be active about blocking the stuff that YOU don’t want to see. Other 14-going-on-15 year olds might be okay seeing nsfw fanart and posts and that will be their Tumblr experience, but you should definitely take measures to protect yourself from what you don’t want to see. 

Now, the thing about Otayuri is that no matter how you twist it, it’s not illegal to ship it, even in a sexual way. You should definitely read this post about it, because the thing is, as much as we can project our feelings and real-world stuff into anime characters, they’re not real. 

I assure you that if Yuri on Ice was a flesh and bone show things would be different. I don’t really watch any current TV shows with teens in them so I can’t speak for what other fandoms do with their ship, whether they’re sexualized or not. I can only speak for this silly and amazing anime that’s been consuming my life for the past seven months or so.

Anime and cartoon characters are a safe way to explore things about real life. Whether it be sex or depression or anxiety or simply falling in love, we can all identify with an anime character and see our flaws, our fears and our history in them.

The thing you have to remember is that we (I’m speaking for the slightly older part of the fandom since I’m in my twenties) have been Yuri’s age. We’ve very likely had crushes on boys or girls that were a bit younger, our age or slightly older (like Otabek is). So I think for most of us, shipping Otayuri is a way to remember what it feels like to be a teen and be in love/have a huge crush. We will never be that age again, and maybe there’s things we regret not doing, crushes we wish we had confessed. By shipping Otayuri in an active way (meaning: drawing fanart or writing fanfiction) we can explore things we experienced as teens (or wish we had) and pour a little bit of ourselves in Yuri’s (or Otabek’s) character. 

Those things might involve anything from simple fluff or rough sex, because, accept it or not, some people at 15 or 16 were (are) having sex of all kinds. Sweet, loving, rough, vanilla, kinky, you-name-it sex. So not to explore that aspect in a healthy way (through fics or fanart) would be lying about what reality is, it would be denying that we ever thought about or had sex at that age.

Much like with blocking tumblr content, you can choose what kinds of fanfiction you read. Only read General and Teen and Up tagged things, read about fluff and about falling in love in a sweet innocent way. Read anything tagged “Ace!Yuri” (it means asexual, the thing I was telling you about before). 

But please understand this: when we sexualize Yuri, we’re mostly sexualizing our (often past) selves. Not other teens, not other real-life people. Yuri doesn’t exist in real life, and many of us see bits and pieces of ourselves in him. When we write about him we really write about ourselves, be it because we want to see how we (maybe a little sassier and bitchier version of us) would have confessed a crush to our best friend, or would have handled the aftermath of having just shoved our gloved fingers in said best friend’s mouth in front of thousands of people. Fanfiction is a study about versions of ourselves that never existed, but might as well have.

Another thing I need to make clear: Otabek is not an adult. I assure you that the morning of your 18th birthday you won’t feel like an adult. You’ll feel like the you from yesterday and it will be anticlimactic af, you’ll be like “That’s it?” and yeah, it will be it. Just because the law in some country or state says that 18 is the age of consent (which is set to 16 or 14 years old in many other countries) it doesn’t mean that you’re automatically an adult at that age. You can be 18 and have had sex since you were 14. You can be 18 and completely uninterested in sex. You can be 18 and have a 15 year old mental age, or you can be 16 and be mentally more mature than some 20 year olds.

What canon has shown us, is that Yuri and Otabek are much closer to each other’s mental age than the 2 years + a few months difference they share. I encourage you to find posts about why there’s no power imbalance between Yuri and Otabek, because they compete in the same sport and they have had similar experiences in life.

In conclusion, if you feel irked about nsfw fanart and fanfics and discussions when it comes to this particular ship, please don’t read it/watch it. But what I can assure you is that none of us are trying to sexualize you or your peers. When we sexualize pixels on a screen we don’t see those pixels as a flesh and bone version of a human, we only see an idealized character whose age we are or have been and whose personality and experiences we want to safely explore.

Also really important: when we write/draw NSFW, we don’t write/draw it for teens to read. I repeat: WE DON’T CREATE NSFW CONTENT FOR TEENS. We’re not your parents or guardians, we write NSFW for whoever feels like they can handle seeing nsfw content. If you’re a teen that goes on the nsfw tag and then complains about it (I’m not saying that’s what you did here, I’m speaking generally), it’s only your fault for going in a tag that you weren’t comfortable to begin with.

TL;DR: 

  • Speak up if you feel sexualized IRL in a way you don’t like;
  • Learn how to use tumblr safely, block tags, understand that tumblr doesn’t do those things for you. Make your fandom experience exactly the one you want to see;
  • Don’t trust adults who tell you this ship is somehow illegal: it’s not;
  • Understand what’s behind fiction and fanfiction as a way we have to explore real life things (often too personal to write about as ourselves, so we project those things in characters we like);
  • Understand that adulthood is not something that happens from one day to another;
  • Learn to discern what content is meant to be consumed by a teen and what content isn’t;
  • Be safe.

So Anti’s back. Time to hyperfocus

Today’s episode of Hyperfocus is on what Anti says.

So for any of you who are extremely confused (I was too until I did some hardcore searching), Anti made his grand return in the intro for Jack’s PAX East panel. The reason you may be seeing so many phone- recorded videos is because Jack told people to record it on their phones. But… Was it Jack?

We’ll get to that in a minute.

First, let’s start with Anti’s first words, a voiceover on nothing. Did you miss me?” 

Sound familiar? Oh, yeah.

Dark said it when he came back. I’m willing to bet Anti got similar reactions. I, at least, reacted the same way for both: a little flailing, a little fangirling, and repeating, “Yes, yes I did.”

Next: 

“Look at you all just sitting there, you all thought I was gone. Not worrying about anything. You all thought I was gone, but I’ve been here this entire time, keeping an eye on things.”

Anti, like Dark, wants us to pay attention. The difference here is that while Dark feeds off our attention and needs it (see: “You just need to let me in”), Anti simply craves the attention. As soon as the spotlight was off of him, he got jealous. He lashed out, because he wants to be seen again.

And when he says “I’ve been here this entire time,” that goes along with a lot of theories centered around the idea that Anti really did get rid of Jack on Halloween, and that Anti has just been pretending this entire time. Every glitch and Anti sighting between then and now has been Jack trying to get our attention.

Anti insults us. “Look at you all just sitting there.” He makes us feel at fault. He says we should have been worried. Flashback to Halloween, when he says “This is your fault.” He blames us. 

But he’s been here the entire time, which leads me back to what I said above about Jack telling us to record with our phones. Was it Jack? My theory is, no. If Anti claims to have been here this entire time, there has not been a single moment that it has been Jack since before Halloween. 

Moreover, I think Anti wanted a record of his reappearance, but in a chaotic way. This wasn’t in a video uploaded to Jack’s channel, it was an intro to a live event. Multiple people record this on their phones and share it on Tumblr, and the entire fandom is thrown into confusion and chaos.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was Anti.

“You stopped paying attention. Well, I hope you’re happy. You’ve found someone new. You threw me aside. Someone to replace me.”

Again, Dark.

I wanted Dark and Anti to get along, but this right here makes me think that if they ever did meet, it would not be good.

Dark said he’d been “Pushed aside, replaced, mocked.” Most people agree that he was referring to Anti here. Anti had been getting most of the attention, and Dark was a little mad about it. But when Dark got to us, when we let him in on Valentine’s, it satiated his need for attention. He believed that he wouldn’t have to deal with Anti anymore, because he came back.

Anti, on the other hand, not only said “Betrayal, neglect, mistake,” he also said this very cryptic little phrase: “cheap imitator.” 

Most people, again, agree that after Dark came back, Anti got jealous once again. But instead of saying he’d been pushed aside, replaced, and mocked, he’d been betrayed and neglected. By us. He believes that by even looking at Dark, we’ve betrayed and neglected him. He calls Dark a mistake, and a cheap imitator. Not good.

But then this. “You’ve found someone new. You threw me aside. Someone to replace me.”

Again, the only thing I could imagine he is talking about is Dark. We turned to Dark, and Anti is not happy.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m always there, always watching. You can’t get rid of me.”

This goes back to above, where Anti says he’s always been there. Not much else to say about this, other than he’s always watching.

He sees everything we do. How we react to him, how we react to Dark. He sees every little headcanon we cook up. And he really doesn’t care what we say. Like Fall Out Boy said, “I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me.”

Here’s a big difference between Anti and Dark. Dark needs us to trust him and even like him for his plans to play out. Anti, on the other hand, just wants us to watch. He doesn’t care about controlling us, because he believes he can do anything on his own. We can’t get rid of him. When he says that, he shows that he truly doesn’t care what we think as long as we pay more attention to him than Dark.

Enjoy the show.”

The first thing that popped into my head was Mark’s Raspy Hill video, which was arguably an early Darkiplier appearance. Although it isn’t canonical or acknowledged by Mark, we all kind of understand it to be Dark. (Sidenote, even back then, before Dark had concrete characteristics, we can still see him trying to make us trust him. More on that if you want it. Hmu.) In that video, Dark says, “Enjoy your stay.”

Enjoy is the key word here. I don’t think either Dark or Anti truly meant that they want us to enjoy in the common sense of the word. They meant to pay attention, and don’t try to leave. No matter what, the show is going to be worth watching.

Edit: I’ve been reminded of Natewantstobattle’s Sister Location song “Enjoy the Show” featuring Jack and HOW COULD I FORGET. And, yeah, maybe Anti threw that little reference in there for kicks and giggles. Anti likes showing up in horror games, doesn’t he? I highly doubt that Anti was making direct reference to Dark, and it’s entirely possible that he was referencing the song “Enjoy the Show,” but at this point it’s impossible to separate Anti and Dark completely. There is undeniable interaction between the two.

~

Oh, and the sliced neck? Yeah, kind of confirms that Jack is gone. Anti has been in control since Halloween. 

And the gauges? Most likely a canonical character trait. Makes Anti edgier.

star-anise  asked:

I challenge you to retell any piece of Jack or Bitty's college years as a series of in-universe RPF callout posts

**whispers** dammit this is clever and I’ve never done a real callout post so let’s see how this goes

*clears throat, we’re now in the land of my UBER SUCESSFUL in-universe rpf blog. My character will be one of an ex-Pimms shipper who’s been jaded by the discourse surrounding Jack’s OD.* 

Here’s a brief coverage of Fall Semester of Year Two: 

Keep reading

Some quick musings on the new update

thelostspecial.com

Here is the text, with my first thought comments in bold:

I was going to draw this out longer but the truth is, I’m bored.

OK

There is no Lost Special. There never was, and there never will be.

And you know this objectively?

Once again, in their need to keep this midnight train going, TJLC fans created something out of nothing.

Even if that is that case, why do you care?

Seeing this obsession with “The Lost Special,” even though series 4 was clearly over, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to run a sociological experiment with a vicious fandom in denial.

Steven brought it up, not us.  Also, even if the series is over, that doesn’t mean it’s over.  They’ve repeatedly said they have through series 5 mapped out. It was only in December 2016 they started hinting at “we don’t know, this could be it.” Sure Jan.

My poorly assembled website took not more than twenty minutes to cobble together (as some people rightly pointed out) and very little effort to maintain.

This is a lie.  

“By the pricking of my thumbs (something wicked this way comes)”- I edited an ominous message into the code and title, referencing the Macbeth quote used in The Six Thatchers. It was strange to see how many people didn’t recognise the “pricking” quote and even criticised the website because it allegedly didn’t call back to Sherlock in any way- except that I was directly quoting a series 4 episode.

Except most of us did recognize this?  What about your dancing man code reference to Unto the Breach?

Watching fans defend how shoddy the website is, in their need for thelostspecial to be real was especially funny. It was also funny to see the people who guessed the website was fake and said as much, but didn’t even care because they desperately needed something to hold onto, with Sherlock over.

Whichever, why do you care?  Why would it be funny to you?

Then there’s the people who clocked that thelostspecial.com wasn’t “real”… and yet never question their own dedication to TJLC and/or the existence of a fourth episode of series 4, concepts entirely created by Tumblr.

The lost special site was only one of hundreds of indications something is fucky.  

 Anyhow. Next, I threw a random bunch of numbers and photos out there to see how people would scramble and react, and you didn’t let me down. Mostly I chose the first photo I found of a character that I liked the look of, in Google; there wasn’t real logic. I re-used some images out of laziness. I used an online generator to make the Dancing Men/Henry V code post.

So the meanings we found in everything, tying it somehow back to Sherlock, or ACD canon, or anything else were all coincidences?  

What do we say about coincidences?

40, 27, kra, the various “hints” you think you found on the website and found countless possible meanings of, they were chosen at random. Even the elephant photo was chosen at random. It wasn’t until after I edited it into the main website photo that I discovered the poor thing was named Mary and had been shot and executed for killing a man (on 9.13.16. Everyone overthought that one too much.)  So I used that info because it was serendipitous. “The universe is rarely so lazy?” Friends, the universe is often lazy.

“They were chosen at random.”  “The universe is rarely so lazy?

Sure Jan.

When I added a black image with five pixels of colour to the website, you did not let me down. People played with the image until they became convinced it was QR code spelling something out. It was just five meaningless pixels of nothing, created in MS Paint.

Yet you did the whole thing in 20 minutes.

The static gif was taken from a YouTube video of TV static from some movie, with an old Moriarty close-up thrown in.

We know, 28 days later.  With Moriarty loaded in.  Again, whole thing in 20 minutes.

The photo of John and Sherlock sitting in the watery 221B, I got it from Farfarawaysite.com, and scaled it down a little because the photo was large. That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined. I left the big black header on the website as a hint to keep your eye on those, since the thing I changed on 2/11 was in the similar Twitter header.

”That’s it. I didn’t change the proportions in any way, or alter the colours, or add anything to the photo. Anything you saw in it, you imagined.”

Like Murderous Mary being photoshopped into the back picture? Sure Jan: http://whimsicalethnographies.tumblr.com/post/156824256785/221bloodnun-whimsicalethnographies

I changed the plain black header of the Twitter to a black one with a word embedded in it. The profile photo was changed to a plain black photo with XX hidden in it. No one bothered checking it, though clearly the account was active again, so I changed the profile photo to show the Xs, as a hint to look deeper. Finally people found the “clue” today, not that it matters. The word spelled out there is another blind alley that leads nowhere.

Then accept all our follow requests.  

MMTE: The source code message was a hint toward Murderous Mary the Elephant, which some of you guessed but no one looked for it.

murderousmarytheelephant.tumblr.com

(Don’t bother trying to access it, there’s nothing in there.)

DON’T LOOK NOTHING TO SEE HERE, EVEN THOUGH THERE’S A PASSWORD.

There was no set schedule for changes to thelostspecial. I used intermittent reinforcement to keep people frustrated but coming back for more. That’s why I added and removed things at unexpected times. There is no pattern.

Ok?

For people wondering, wow, why would anyone take so much time to do this? Well, I didn’t. Creating the plain black squares with a few letters, throwing a message into the source coding,  and uploading the new website photo of John and Sherlock took maybe 5 minutes. Creating a side blog with no posts and keeping it private takes one minute.

Except the photoshopping you DID do as established would have taken more.  Even searching for the first image you found would have taken time.

Overall, it takes less than twenty minutes a week to do this, once it was set up, because really? You do all the work for me. You all did what TJLCers do best- you took a bunch of random data, inflated it into something much more complicated than it really was, and created your own narrative out of it. Even knowing it might be nothing, and was probably just a fan-made site, you’ve still allowed yourselves to get worked up over it and allowed yourselves to hope. You’re reading into nonsense and finding clues where there are none, and naturally most of those “clues” pointed exactly where you wanted them to point to. Confirmation bias at its finest.

Well all I get from this is that we’re smarter than you are.

Learn from this.

Stop falling into conspiracies. Trust yourself when you can see that something isn’t real or likely. Alternately, find something that doesn’t make you feel sad or heartbroken.

Seriously?  “Trust yourself when you can see that something isn’t real or likely.”

Instincts are to be trusted, John.  

Also, my instincts have gotten me into a pretty good place. I’ll keep trusting them, thanks, and they tell me something is fucky.  We’ve seen this episode before.  

Goddamn you’re arrogant.

A few final notes:

“And in conclusion *jerk off motion*

I was somewhat entertained by the several dozen times people attempted to reset the password for the website and access the control panel. If I was petty, I would’ve logged your IPs and reported you to your ISP. (Don’t worry, I didn’t. I don’t care that much.)’

You cared enough to look.  

I didn’t send the “mole” anons or any other messages on Tumblr. I think other fans decided to join the game. I imagine they’ll continue until they get bored, too.

Read: I can’t say why everything else is fucky too.  Must be more people like me.

The only twitter account connected to thelostspecial.com is twitter.com/thelostspecial. I have no idea who runs the “contact” twitters but I’m positive they’re fan accounts. (If you think BBC-sanctioned accounts would post like that, I have a bridge to sell you.) As for my twitter, I set up the thelostspecial twitter account, followed some BBC-related accounts and left it alone for a week while TJLC fans went wild trying to suss out who I was following. That’s all I did with it.

Then accept my follow request.  Seriously, YOU’RE SO CLEVER I need to follow you to learn your secrets.

I didn’t start thelostspecial Instagram account. Someone else did that, I don’t know who.

Nobody asked.  Actually, I didn’t even know there was an instragram account.  Did anyone else know?

And if you enjoyed hunting, try a legitimate online riddle game, such as Amnesya.com for a challenge! All the fun, none of the TJLC and fandom “fucky” business.

Well, since you brought up “fucky business,” why are they screenshots of the Shrewd Living posts in the “Museum?” Did you do that too? Wow.  In charge of a scam website.  Oh, you don’t know about that?  Then why put it in there?  Why, John?

Nah.

Sherlock Series 4 is over. This is the end.

Thanks for playing TheLostSpecial! Goodbye and God bless.

Seriously, we’ve seen this episode before.

WE’VE SEEN THIS EPISODE BEFORE.

Laundry: Poly Hamilsquad x reader

Note: Thanks to Oliver ( @oliveqarden ) helping me get past a few moments of writers block! I promised to tag @oliveqarden and @reallifepirate.

Warnings: google translated French


With a sigh, you threw more laundry into the basket you were carrying.

You hated doing your own laundry, let alone a week’s worth of clothes for four other people.

Grumbling, you threw a pair of Hercules’ shorts into the basket, staggering slightly under the amount of clothes.

Of course, you had to pile the clothes in several baskets and you had to make more than one trip in order to round up all the dirty clothes. And after all of that, you had to sort out the clothes into similar colors so that your laundry didn’t turn pink. Which may have happened more than once when it was Alex’s turn to do laundry, except he’d deny it every time someone brought it up.

Laughing at the memory, you set the washing machine to the appropriate water temperature and cloth type before measuring out the laundry detergent.

Keep reading

What happens in Vegas.. pt. 2- Tom Holland

Word count: 2672

Summery:  You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland

Part 1| Part 3 | Part 4  | Part 5

Masterlist

A/N: Okay, so you guys really liked part 1, so here’s part 2! I also made a tag list! I really hope I remembered everyone! If not, just send me a message, and I’ll add you (or just comment, or send it to my inbox). I really like hearing what you guys think, and if you guys have any ideas for what could happen, please let me know! Hope you enjoy! (Oh!, and there’s a song mentioned! I feel like it kinda sets the mood, if you want to listen to it!)

When you walked out of your bedroom the next morning, you found Tom sitting on the couch. He was watching some random celebrity news channel, and when you looked at the screen they were showing several pictures of you and him together, mostly from last night.

“I would’ve left, but there’s a ton of paparazzies outside. Apparently, we are the new hot couple” He said, with raised eyebrows. “We are even trending on Twitter and Tumblr”

“So, I guess I have to spend the day with you. Just perfect” You mumbled to yourself, but he heard you. Or at least his eyeroll indicated that he did. “Maybe the whole moving in together, might not be such a bad idea? We are going to be stuck together for a while. Might as well have to bedrooms, so we don’t have to breathe the same air all of the time” You sat down on the other side of the couch, while looking at him.

“My apartment already have two large bedrooms, so why don’t we just move there? Then we won’t have to actually look at new apartments” He put his feet in your lap, and you instantly pushed them back down.

“Well that was easy. Where is this apartment of yours? We could just move today? That would definitely give them something to talk about” You pulled your legs up under you, and smiled kindly to him. Maybe, just maybe, you could actually become friends. If you were going to spend that much time together, maybe it could actually be enjoyable.

“Well, it might take a little time to move. I live in London. As in England. But yeah, it would definitely be something for them to talk about” He returned your smile, but yours quickly dropped. Was he joking? London?!

“Excuse me, what? You didn’t think to mention that? That your apartment is on another continent?” Did he seriously expect you to move to England? Just like that? How on earth could that be a good idea, even in his head?

Keep reading

ladyknighttime  asked:

As a newer follower, what is A Highlander's Tail?

Oh boy. I’m guessing that means you also don’t know PDOC about Fifty Shades of Plaid and The Devil’s Sporran either then.

Hello, welcome to the crack that is going to be my literary career, this post will be your guide.

Hunger Pangs you likely know about but here’s the origin post where @jeneelestrange straight up altered the career path of my life.

I’ll keep Public Displays of Confection short, but basically I came up with the pun and liked it so much I decided to turn it into a w/w romance about two bakers who fall in love while competing in a wedding cake contest. It’s so sweet it might actually give you diabetes. (Small humorous extract)


A Highlander’s Tail started because @thestarfishdancer is a horrible enabler and I couldn’t help from shitposting in response. Somehow I ended up being convinced I should write a thing called A Highlander’s Tail. The vague plot outline I have so far features a Scottish werewolf who becomes a retainer for a young English woman who is brought to Scotland after marrying her much older (also English) husband. (A common trope in awful American written Scottish romances.) As with most old Scottish houses however, there’s rumors abound of ghosties and goblins and things that go bump in the night. Which is absurd of course. They howl. 

Cailean Glenn—our resident werewolf, does his best to make her feel welcome in his own gruff way, but when her marriage starts to flounder and she starts straying farther and farther from home as a means of distraction, he realizes the secret of the (fictional) town of Braedhuin may be at risk of exposure. 

There’s all sorts of shenanigans and romantic guff, as well as fun little absurdities like were-sheep who herd themselves and win national prizes. As per @deliriumsetin‘s wishes Cailean’s best friend is a plucky Irishman, Ruaidhrí, who seems to own an Irish setter who is often conspicuous by his absence. The setter is a downright friendly fellow though.


The Devil’s Sporran is a lighthearted contemporary romance spurred on after an article denouncing romance literature as basically sin, used the hilarious phrase “Shirtless Satan” to describe men in kilts. Some people wanted it to be the actual Devil, but for now he’s just an ordinary good looking man with a smile that can make you think very bad things.

The main focus is on Kate, an American who is the maid of honor to her college bff’s wedding to be held in Scotland where both her and her beau are from. As the maid of honor she gets introduced to all kinds of quaint traditions she’s never before encountered which you don’t really have to deal with in America. Like trying to find a real silver sixpence, taking the bride out around the town on her Taking Out, the whole kerfuffle with trying to find matching dresses for three vastly different shaped women, and realizing at the last minute she’s expected to pick out a tea set for the bride despite being a coffee drinker her whole life, and what the fuck is the difference between Wedgwood and Denby.
And then there’s the groom’s best man Donnie…she feels someone should have warned her about him:

“What are you doing in here?” Kate demanded, scrabbling to cover herself with the ugly tartan shawl despite being fully dressed.

“I was next door,” Donnie informed her, eyes darting over the length of her, “looking at scabbards. Are you all right? You sounded upset.”

“I’m fine!” She protested, but even to her own ears it sounded shrill. Her shoulders slumped, defeated. “I can’t get out of this stupid dress. There’s too many buttons and the assistant has apparently run away and I can’t breathe.”

Donnie chuckled easily and the sound went curling straight down to Kate’s bare toes, hidden under the length of her skirt. It was offensive how charming this particular Scotsman could be, especially given how effortless he made it seem. She was almost certain she’d have hated anyone else for it.

“She’s helping a bride,” he informed her, “I heard crying so you’re on you’re own for a while. Let me?”

The question was so unexpected and softly spoken it threw her off guard, and Kate found herself compelled to turn as he stepped further into the changing room, pulling the curtain closed behind him. She’d half expected to be manhandled by rough hands, surprised when he began freeing her from the confines of the bodice with the utmost of gentleness.

“There now,” Donnie intoned soothingly as the dress began to slip away from her shoulders. “All better.”

“Thank you,” Kate murmured, drawing in shuddering breath, the ghost of his fingertips still hot against her spine.

“You look lovely, by the way, very,” he smiled tightly, catching her eye in the mirror, “honorable.

Kate snorted, and moved to hold the bodice in place against her chest, aware that a good portion of her naked back was now exposed to him. “I’m supposed to look like the bride. Some tradition about keeping the Devil away.”

“Hmm,“ Donnie hummed, the silk of her skirt trailing through his fingers as he leant in, smile broadening into a roguish grin over her shoulder. “Tell me, Kate, do you think it’s working?”

It’s even got fanart already, cutesy of @songofsunset:


Fifty Shades of Plaid started out again as a humorous shitpost when I was being salty over how Scottish history is often romanticized to make us look like tragic heroes, rather than the victims of class oppression, and cultural warfare. 

It’s since turned into a serious novel which follows the standard Scottish romance style but is actually a visceral denouncement of the whole trope of Scottish romances written by outsiders with little to no regard for our heritage beyond “men in kilts look good” (a lighthearted sample).

It’s the story about a wealthy weaver and his daughter acquiring land in Scotland, after buying out a weaving town, intending to produce the cloth for much lower wages, and selling it at a far more expensive price on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh after it became fashionable to wear again in 1822 after King George IV felt like playing dress up, despite the kilt having been banned for actual Scottish people to wear for almost four decades for being considered an act of treason. Hence the title, fifty shades of plaid.

The main characters at present are called Elizabeth and Alasdair, and it will likely be years before I am done writing this. But it’ll get there, one day.

I also have various other writing projects going on, but these were the ones inspired by tumblr. I am hoping to churn one out each year, though in what order I don’t quite know.

And that my doves, is why I have no fucking time on my hands lmao.

Help Me Get The Girl part 11 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,909

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hey I didn’t take 5,000 years to update this time!  This part truly got redone at lease 15 times and I really don’t know how readers will react.  I hope it’s positive, but I also feel like it will frustrate people!

Also…. TUMBLR WOULDN’T LET ME POST THIS FOR THE LONGEST TIME


Your POV:

“Please grab the pillows, Y/n, I forgot them on the couch!” my mom shouted at me through the still open front door.  

I halted, turning on my heel to get the pillows, “Sweetie, can you also grab a water bottle?” my father asked.

Dropping the pillows back in the couch with a loud huff, I entered the kitchen to prepare a water bottle.  A week has passed and it was the day that Theo could come home and my parents insisted that we basically bring the house to him–only to bring him back to the house.  

Getting the water, gathering up the pillows again and picking up my almost forgotten cell phone, I exited our home, hooking my foot around the door to slam it shut behind me.  Jogging to the car, I smiled to myself knowing that Theo was finally going to come home with us.

After a lot of contemplating and conversations with him, my parents agreed to enroll Theo in online school for the remainder of high school.  He would still be able to see his friends Hank and Layla, both of which had visited him in the hospital everyday.  

A ten minute drive passed by slower than I would have liked, our car pulling into the hospital parking lot.  Too excited, I threw open the car door with a little too much force, nearly hitting the car next to us.  My mother threw me a threatening glare as I let out an uneasy chuckle, gently pushing the door shut till I heard a click.

My pace was at a jog by time I reached the hospital doors, the adrenaline rushing through me.  I ran past the nurses who were questioning where I needed to get to and busted into my brother’s room to find him standing with the doctor doing his final check.  He looked weak as he tried to hold himself up on his own.  But with the underlying pain in his eyes, I could see that he had a headache but was trying to hide it for me and my parent’s sake.

Noticing me in the doorway he sent me a smile, his hand doing a slight wave as it hung loosely next to his body.  My parents entered not too long after me and started to talk to the doctor about what they needed to ensure he heals as best as he can and help them get along with checking him out.

“Hey, bud.” I said as I gave him a side hug to avoid putting pressure on his bruised ribs.

He forced a laugh, “Hey.”

“How are you feeling?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

Letting out a heavy sigh he shrugged his shoulders, “I’m happy I don’t have to go back to school, but I also still feel like I’m going to continually be looking over my shoulder.”  He took the jacket that I had carried in from my arms and started to pull it on.

Helping him finish getting the jacket on I said, “If you’re looking over your shoulder you won’t know what’s ahead of you,” I gave him a soft pat, “No one’s going to touch you ever again.  That’s a promise.”

The whole way to the car and the whole way home, Theo managed to keep the conversation topic on everything and everyone but himself.  He was never one to want attention to be on him, so I know it was a struggle for him to be in the hospital with visitors coming in and out.  His room was basically a rotating door.  But, one thing that seemed to be a major focus for him was my love life.  Each question he asked me he made sure to ask in a whisper so my parents wouldn’t hear him.

“So, are you like… dating Ethan?” he whispered, his eyes focused on the rearview mirror, making sure our parents weren’t spying on us.

Faking a casual expression I asked, “What makes you ask that?”

“Each time you came to visit he was with you, he came and visited even when you weren’t there.  I just figured that you two had moved on to being more than friends.” he whispered back, leaning his head against the pillow he had placed on the headrest of the seat.

Leaning my head against the window I responded, “I’m dating anyone, Theo.  I’ll tell you if that ever changes.”


——————————————————————————————-


After being suspended for a week I was finally returning to school and Ethan insisted that he escort me everywhere because according to him I “can’t ever get suspended again because it leaves him in the hell hole he calls school with assholes and Grayson.”

He made me feel like a prisoner sometimes, acting like I was going to jump Matt if I ever got out of his sight, but other times he acted like I was the president and he was my bodyguard.  Though, there were a couple positives that came out of breaking Matt’s nose.  First was that the very few times I saw him… I got pure satisfaction out of the bruising under his eyes and the thick bandaging on his nose.  The other perk was that Mr. Stephens who usually complained about me and Ethan’s interactions, didn’t even try to challenge us.

But there was one person who did challenge us.

Someone who hadn’t been a problem for us in weeks.

Corrin Pearson.

I could tell by the devious look in her eye that she was going to do something I wasn’t going to like.  Her hips swayed to her own made up rhythm as she strutted down the hall.  Her strawberry blonde hair was was styled in waves, bouncing with each step she took.

Her eyes raked over Ethan like he was a piece of meat.  It was clear that her obsession with him hadn’t subsided and I could feel a growl trying to push it’s way up my throat.

“Ethan.  Y/n.” she greeted as she came to a halt in front of us.

“Bitch.” I mock greeted in return, earning a bump on the shoulder from Ethan that said, ‘don’t start’.

She narrowed her eyes at me, “You’re always so lovely, Y/n.”

“Thanks, bitch.”

She grunted, “Anyways, Y/n, I just wanted to let you know that the next time you and Grayson have a romp in the janitor’s closet, you might want to be a bit more quiet.  Some of us don’t want to hear shit like that.  I’m surprised you two didn’t get caught.”

Truly caught off guard my eyes widened in shock, “Wait, what?”

“What is she talking about, Y/n?” Ethan asked, putting a couple of inches between the two of us.

“I don’t know!” I admitted, confusion laced in my voice.

“Come on, Y/n,” Corrin rolled her eyes, “It was pretty obvious last week when you walked out of the closet adjusting your t-shirt with Grayson exiting a couple minutes after you, fixing his hair.  I mean, I don’t like you one bit, but I will give credit where credit is due… Grayson’s a fine piece of ass, you did well.  Next time, just keep it down a little.”

With that she walked away with a satisfied smirk plastered on her face, giving me a wink as I watched her weave through the crowd.  Looking at Ethan I immediately felt a harsh sting in my chest seeing the look of pure, undeniable pain that he didn’t even attempt to mask.  I reached to touch his arm and reassure him that what she said wasn’t true, but when he leaned away I retracted my hand immediately.

“You had sex with my brother in the janitor’s closet?” he asked in disbelief.

“Ethan, no!” I said breathlessly.

He moved a hand through his hair, his eyes looking everywhere but at me, “I said I wouldn’t go down without a fight, but it seems like there was no fight to begin with.  I’ve already been defeated.”

My jaw dropped, “Ethan, she’s lying, I would never!  It’s Corrin!  You know she’s not telling the truth; she just wants us to fight!”

“I’m such an idiot.” he grumbled to himself.  “I’m such an idiot.” he repeated a bit louder before turning and slamming his fist into a locker.  When he pulled his hand back I could see how red they were and the locker had a newly made dent in it.

“Ethan,” I tried to speak again, but he had already decided that he wasn’t going to listen.

He turned back to me, “Did I even have a chance?” he shouted as he stepped a bit closer to me.  The hall became silent, all eyes now trained on us.  “Were you just going to continue to drag this out?”

I stepped forward, challenging him, “I didn’t have sex with Grayson, Ethan!  Why don’t you believe me?  We’re best friends; best friends are supposed to trust each other!”

“I can’t believe I was so stupid, thinking I was good enough for you.  I mean, look at you.  You’re beautiful, you’re the poster child of perfection!  It was always going to be Grayson; I didn’t even have a chance.” his voice weakened the longer he talked.

I shook my head, feeling the sting of my eyes trying to fight the tears, “I promise it didn’t happen, Ethan.  She’s lying.  Why are you choosing to believe her?”

“That’s something a bit hard to make up, Y/n.  So, fess up and tell me the truth!” Ethan snapped in a dominant tone that I had never heard him use.  It commanded attention and submission from me.  Quite frankly, it scared me.

My body trembling I whispered, “I’m telling the truth.”

“Truth about what?  What’s going on?” Grayson’s voice chimed in, his body approaching us.

“Awesome,” Ethan sarcastically drug out, “It’s the man of the hour.”

“What’s going on?” Grayson questioned with genuine curiosity.

Ethan turned to him, “You got the girl.”

He then began to walk away from the two of us, unbothered by the audience that had now gathered around us.  Instinctively I began to follow him, but I was unable to keep up the pace he was moving at.

“You promised me that you wouldn’t leave my side!  You said you would always be with me!” I screamed after him, but he ignored me and continued until he was out of my sight.

Hearing deep laughter to my right I snapped my head in the direction of Matt Morrison who was clearly entertained by the situation at hand.  His body was leaned against the lockers, arms folded across his chest.  With all of the rage I was feeling, I ran over to him and swung at him, but my fist barely brushed his nose as I was being drug back with Grayson’s arms wrapped around my torso.

“I’ll make sure that your penis nose never heals you little bitch!” I roared using all my strength to get out of Grayson’s hold.  “You’re lucky Grayson is here to save your ass again!  Next time, I’ll make sure I kick your ass all the way across the damn country!”

Grayson carried me all the way to my next class, shoved me into a desk, and left me there with no words.  Immediately I set my head against the desk, a lone tear running down my cheek with fear coursing through my veins, wondering if I had just lost my best friend.

I only lasted about 15 minutes into the class period before claiming to be sick and getting sent to the nurse’s office.  The tears from my sadness had contributed to my act and had convinced my teacher that I was truly ill.  Luckily, the nurse fell for my act as well and sent me home.

But, not even going home was going to make me feel better.


——————————————————————————————-


After getting home I had fallen asleep on my bed, emotionally exhausted.  It wasn’t until three hours later that I woke up to a knock on my door.  Rubbing my eyes I sat up, “Yeah.” I hollered.

“You’ve got a visitor.” Theo’s voice sounded through the door.

“Ok, come in.” I groaned, grabbing a hair-band from my bedside table and pulling my hair up.

Through the door walked Grayson who had pity written across his face.  He quietly shut the door behind him, walking over to my bed and sitting down on the edge.

“Hey.” he murmured.

“Hi.” I replied in a similar tone.

“I think we need to talk.” he told me.  “Nothing about today, that’s not my worry, I want to talk about us.  Whether you think there is an us or not.”

“I think there’s a you and Grace.” I shot back at him, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, disagreeing, “There’s not.  I tried.  I thought it was what I wanted, but it wasn’t.  Each time she talked I kept wishing it was your voice I heard and I couldn’t even bring myself to kiss her.  We got close so many times, but I couldn’t do it.  I didn’t want the taste of her on my lips.  It just felt wrong.”

Blank faced, emotionally spent I replied, “Well, Grayson, it seems like you need to figure your shit out.”

“I have,” he moved closer, “I want you.  I want all you have to give.  I know what my brother feels for you and I know that you feel something for him as well, but you also feel something for me too, I know it.” it was like he was pleading for me to admit it.

“Grayson, there’s so much that…”

“I just can’t sit back though.  I’m willing to be selfish.  I want you all to myself!  You deserve much more than I’ve given you, I understand that and I admit my mistakes, but I’m willing to do anything to earn your trust.  I’d do anything for you!” he grabbed my hands.  “What you have made me feel is something that I didn’t think was real.  I always thought that I would have to learn to love someone, but with you it was impossible for it to be anything but natural.”

“But, you put all your focus on Grace.  It was always about Grace.” I reminded him, my voice sounding hoarse.

“It wasn’t about Grace.  It was about being around you!  The feelings that I was experiencing when I was around you were foreign to me.  I had never experienced anything like it.  All I knew what that whatever it was, I needed more of it.  You were always with Ethan!  It’s always been Y/n and Ethan.  I just wanted to be near you.  I tried with Grace, but it just wasn’t the same.  When Ethan told me about how you two almost hooked up not too long ago, I almost lost it.”

Tucking my lower lip in-between my teeth I looked him in the eyes and said, “Grayson, I so badly want to be able to tell you that I am as positive of my feelings as you are, but that would be a lie.”

“I’m in love with you.” he abruptly interrupted me.  “I don’t just love you; I’m in love with you.  I’m in love with your smile.  I’m in love with your eyes.  I’m in love with your humor.  I’m in love with your selflessness.  I’m 17 and that seems so young, but I’m not willing to sit back and watch you go on without at least letting you know. It needed to be said in its truest form so here it is.  Y/n Y/l/n, you are the most caring, endearing, genuine person I have ever met.  You are who I want and that will never change.  I’ve done and said some awful things and I know that I’ve really fucked up.  But you are worth all of the effort it will take to win you over.”

Holding up my hand I stopped him.  Not because I didn’t want to hear it and not because I had made up my mind already  I stopped him because I couldn’t take any more of this.  I couldn’t listen to both him and Ethan confess their love for me, while I couldn’t even say anything back.

“I so badly want to be able to say that I know what I want.  But, the deal is, maybe I don’t deserve either of you.” I started to explain.

“Y/n,”

“No, let me talk.  The pain I saw on Ethan’s face today, broke me.  He’s never looked at me like that.  Without even being with him, I hurt him to the point of possibly destroying our friendship.  And you… You’ve been having this internal battle over what to do and for what?  Some girl who’s split between you and your twin brother?  You both deserve so much more than that.”

Grayson stood up with a sigh of defeat, “I have to disagree.  But one thing I think we both can agree on whether you want to admit it or not is that you… you are closer to making a choice than you’re willing to say.  I’m not sure who it is, but I can tell by the look in your eyes that you are on the path of falling in love.”

He got to my bedroom door, opening it before turning back to me, “I just hope you’re falling in love with me.”

——————————————————————————————-

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

anonymous asked:

What's your headcanon about Kara and Lena getting together romantically? Would you write a prompt about that?

I’m assuming we’re talking about canon Lena and Kara here! I think it would still be another season away and it would stem from Kara telling Lena that she is Supergirl (I’m going off the belief that Lena actually doesn’t know-let me live) and it would be angsty AS FUCK


Lena’s never been one to hide her attraction, she loves the buildup too much. She loves the tension, the flirtations, the banter. It’s why she never hid her attraction from Kara. She loved those doe eyed looks of admiration, and the way she blushed under her gaze. She loved the unhindered smiles when she was complimented, and the laughs when they talked.

Then Kara told her she was Supergirl.

That’s when it stopped being a game.

It had stopped being a game long before that, but it was the moment that Lena would realize. She was moving on autopilot, pouring herself a drink before sitting on her office couch, her head spinning. Kara standing blurry at the edge of her vision, saying something, but whatever it was, it fell on deaf ears.

The helicopter, the cyborg, the balcony, Jack, Rhea, that was Kara. CADMUS, the isotope, it was all Kara. Lena stood, ignoring the wave of nausea as she walked to her private bathroom. Lifting the toilet seat Lena doubled over heaving into the basin. A warm hand brushed against her back, bringing her attention to a glass of water. Flushing the toilet Lena took the glass grateful it was so cold.

“I think you should go.”

There was no reply, Lena didn’t even hear her move but when she finally made her way out of the bathroom she realized it was dark outside and she was standing in L-Corp alone.

//

When Kara walked into L-Corp a couple days later, Lena smiled at her like nothing happened.

There was no reason to treat Kara any differently, she was still Kara. But something had changed for Lena. Where the mention of Supergirl used to fill her with relief it now sent her reeling. She no longer read articles of Supergirl saving the day, and she turned off the news any time it flipped to images of Supergirl flying into the face of danger. Even with the constant threats to her own life she never walked around in fear like she did now.

She knew Kara was starting to noticing. Giving her sideways looks whenever Lena tried to change the subject away from Supergirl. Her forehead crinkling whenever Lena left the room when the super friends started talking work, or when she sat in jaw clenching silence when escape wasn’t an option.

Then Kara was called away for the first time while with Lena.

Seeing Kara change into Supergirl before her eyes had froze Lena to her very core. She had tried to bite back the cold responses to Kara’s apologies about having to leave, she never wanted to hurt Kara. But she knew from the pained look on Kara’s face when she flew away that she had failed miserably.

//

Lena hadn’t expected Kara to return that night, and she certainly hadn’t expected Kara to return through her balcony doors in her Supergirl suit still covered in dirt demanding they talk.

“You threw me out. The night I told you I’m Supergirl, you got sick, and you threw me out.” Kara crossed and uncrossed her arms, trying to keep up her Supergirl confidence.

“I needed to process.”

“Process what Lena? I put on this suit and you don’t see me any more anyway.”

“I don’t see you?” Lena stood up from her perch on the edge of her desk.

“This is who I am Lena. Kara Danvers and Supergirl-“

“I. Don’t. See. You?” Lena took a step forward forcing Kara back a step with her cool level tone. “I see you better then anyone else Kara Danvers. I know what you’ve gone through better then anyone. But that suit.”

Lena pushed a finger into the the crest on Kara’s chest forcing her back another step. “A month ago that suit belonged to a woman I barely knew. I didn’t know the woman that threw herself into the face of danger wearing that suit. If she died…” Lena breath hitched, “But now it’s not just some woman throwing herself into danger it’s the woman I lov-“

Lena froze.

Kara stared at her, mouth slightly open.

Lena took a step back, holding her ground when Kara followed her.

“I do see you Kara. I just don’t enjoy watching you get hurt.”

“This is who I am.” Kara’s voice lowered with each small step forward.

“I know.”

“I like helping people. That’s not going to change.”

“I know.”

Lena stayed still as Kara continued approaching, closing the distance between them.

“But you’re afraid?”


“Yes.”

“You made me promise once that I wasn’t going anywhere. I meant it.”

“I know.” Lena whispered as Kara gently pulled her into her arms, as they had done on so many other difficult nights. Kara stroked Lena’s hair burying her face into Lena’s shoulder as she hugged as tight as she could without hurting her.

“I love you too Lena.”

anonymous asked:

Omg can you do like a really smol thing like otabek and yuri search up their names for fun and they find daddybek :3

I couldn’t resist, thank you sO much for this

“What the fuck?”

Otabek lifted his head to look at Yuri from his place on the boy’s bedroom floor, continuing to pet the cat rubbing against his legs. 

“Mm?”

Yuri didn’t reply, his expression one of concentration as he stared at his phone, rolling onto his stomach from his previous lounging position on his bed. Otabek leant against the frame to try and peek at the screen, and Yuri shifted away slightly as if he was embarrassed to let him see.

“What?” Otabek repeated, his curiosity growing at the redness in Yuri’s cheeks.

“Does ‘Ota’ really mean ‘dad’?”

The Kazakh’s brow furrowed.

“Oh. Yes. Why?”

Once again Yuri didn’t reply, swiping his finger down on the screen to read more. With a final scratch to the cat’s chin, Otabek stood and sat down besides Yuri on the bed, bracing himself on an arm and leaning in closer. His mouth felt dry.

“’#Daddybek’?”

“Apparently it’s a huge thing. What the fuck?” Yuri repeated, scrolling through the tags on various social media. Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter - #daddybek was everywhere.

The pair had just been passing the time, looking through the posts that showed up when looking up Yuri’s name. Google supplied mostly news articles about his winnings and Youtube showed his various routines (and a few ‘Best of Yuri Plisetsky - Kiss and Cry’ compilations). Otabek’s name pulled up respectable interviews and other tame content… But then there was this. This was something entirely different.

Otabek felt slightly flustered at how intensely Yuri was looking at his phone, reading out various posts.

“’You’ve all heard of ‘Yurio Nice,’ now get ready for ‘Literally Choke Me With Your Thighs Daddybek–’”

What?” Otabek sputtered, reaching over to take the phone from Yuri’s hands. He had to be kidding.

Yuri snatched his phone back, shooting the Kazakh a dirty look. Otabek apologised.

“I can’t make this shit up. People are really invested in this. ‘Daddybek Altin could spit in my mouth and I would thank him,’” Yuri paused, snorting as he glanced up to see the expression on his friend’s face. “Should I continue?”

“Please don’t,” Otabek grimaced, thinking about spitting in a complete stranger’s mouth. Anybody’s mouth.

Of course, Yuri continued anyway, reading out posts. Some made him shout out in disgust, others had him laughing so hard he hid his face in his arms, unable to even read them aloud. Otabek groaned, lying down on his stomach besides Yuri, pulling out his phone in hopes that the blonde’s excitement would fade and he would get off of the topic. He lost all hope when he heard Yuri gasp.

“What?” Otabek said again with caution, peering up from his place on Instagram. He quickly double tapped the picture of Phichit’s hamsters.

“There’s a whole fucking blog.”

“Don’t–”

“Fuck you, I’m doing it.”

Otabek tried resisting the urge to take Yuri’s phone again, not wanting to earn another of his dirty looks, but oh my god. There was no way that such a blog was a good idea, and he definitely did not want Yuri to read or see what the hell was going on there. He reached for the phone quickly, Yuri batting his arms away with one hand and stretching the phone out of reach with the other.

“’Daddy Otabek is a miracle. The one true gay icon–'”

Yura–”

Yuri laughed wickedly, squirming free of Otabek’s hold as the man tried to wrestle the phone out of his hands half-heartedly. He continued to read, gently pushing Otabek’s face away. He groaned again, giving up the battle and resting his head on Yuri’s back. His hoodie was soft.

“’Please take a moment to consider Daddybek tying up KittenY–”

Yuri paused, and Otabek could feel him tense. He lifted his head.

“Who am I tying up?” 

“They’re all a bunch of perverts!” Yuri protested, voice squeaking and face flushed as he shouted at his phone. Otabek caught on.

“Let me see.”

NO,” Yuri wheezed, suddenly crushed under Beka’s weight as the wrestling began again, desperately stretching out his arms to keep the phone away.

“You wanted to see the blog so badly, so let’s have a look,” Otabek teased, body pressed against the smaller boy’s back.

In a fit of panic, Yuri threw his phone across the room with a yelp, both of their movements stopping as it hit his mirror hard. Silence hung in the air, Yuri pursing his lips and both of them staring at the phone laying on the floor.

“…So, who was I tying up?”

Yuri groaned, pushing Otabek’s face away again as the older man laughed.

Drunken Confessions

Requested by anonymous on tumblr: “Can you do 22 and 80 with a Gaston x reader pretty please?" 

 22. "I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice." 

 80. "How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?" 

 Plot: Y/N goes to the tavern to get her mind off of things, and accidentally has one too many drinks and confessed her feelings of Gaston to Le Fou. 

Warnings: Alcohol and swearing. 

This week has been absolute hell. First, my favorite dress got stuck on a bush while I was walking through the forest and ripped, I burnt my hand whilst putting another log in the fireplace, and to top it all off, my boyfriend James cheated on me with my ‘friend’. So understandably, I needed a drink to forget the week’s events. As I head into the tavern, I notice that there’s not as many people as usual. Even better, so less people will see me drunk. I walk over to the counter and sit down on a stool. 

"Rough week for you?” The bartender asks me. 

“You have no idea.” I say with a sigh. “Give me your strongest drink.” I say as I hand him some money. He hands me a glass of whiskey. I down the golden liquid, enjoying its bitter taste sliding down my throat. As I ask for another, someone sits in the stool next to me. 

Keep reading

Accuracy - Pt 1 (M)

Genre; Hints of smut towards the end~

Length; 1,400+ words

Originally posted by markyieuns

By the grace of god, your mom somehow was able to gift you tickets for Got7′s upcoming fanmeet. 
The instant she handed them to, flashing you a proud smile, “Happy birthday, sweetie.” She lovingly cooed as you nearly broke down. Words couldn’t just simply express how happy you were. 
You remember just being utterly astonished about how good the seat she was able to get was; second row from the stage. 

“Mom are you serious?” You breathlessly replied, choking up as you staring down at the ticket. “I can’t take it, this must’ve costed a fortune.” 

Your mom just stared at you, her huge grin staying on her face as she cherished the look on your face.
“Baby, please don’t worry about the price-” She calmly began, pulling you into one of her warm embraces; rubbing up and down your back as you threw your arms around her, “-I know you haven’t really ever gotten gifts on your birthday, so I just really wanted to get you something I knew you’d remember for the rest of your life.” 

Tears trickled down your cheeks, puddling on her shoulder as you shook your head in disbelief, “Thank you so much, I love you mom-” You shakily replied, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” 

Keep reading

Press Play

FINALLY! The next one-shot in the klance YouTuber AU! The next thing I post probably won’t be a part of this AU since I work on a ton of stuff and I still need to finish a lot of it, but I wanted to post this today as a thank you!

I’m not going to link the other one-shots, just know that from now on these one-shots will be tagged with ‘klance youtuber au’ on my tumblr. The series can be found on my AO3 here.

This one is how Lance and Keith first met!! Most of the one-shots in this AU are gonna be entirely fluff, unlike the last one, but who knows? I’ll probably find a way to incorporate more angst at some point. I hope you guys like it!


Keith hated crowds, and he knew he always would. The feeling of being in a space that wasn’t quite big enough for all the people in it made him extremely uncomfortable, especially since he always felt everyone was staring at him, for some reason. Talking to one person he didn’t know was bad enough, but being surrounded by them? A nightmare, as far as he was concerned.

Stupid VidCon. Stupid Shiro and his stupid, stupid YouTube channel. Why would anyone want to document their life on video for an audience, anyway? Sometimes Keith wondered how they were even friends.

And it didn’t help that he was completely, hopelessly, lost. The directions Shiro had given him made absolutely no sense! Apparently he was supposed to ‘look for where Allura’s selling makeup’, but Keith didn’t know who Allura was, much less where she sold her line of 'limited-addition lipsticks.’ The only thing he knew about Allura was that at some point she’d taught Shiro how to successfully do winged eye-liner, and now he wore it all the time.

Keith sighed, and looked back down at the notepad in his hand, with the list of Shiro’s instructions for where to go. They still didn’t help. And, to make matters worse, Keith forgot to look where he was going, and bumped straight into someone else.

Keep reading

Dadzawa and Shinson ficlet: In Your Image

So, I decided to write some Dadzawa and Shinson blurbs on tumblr that won’t be able to make it into Flourish (simply because I have way too many ideas and want/need the fic to flow well). I’ll post a few of those ideas that don’t make it into the fic here as little ficlets. 

EDIT: SO MUCH FOR FICLET, THIS THING TURNED OUT HUGE, SORRY.

Summary: Celebrating Hero Day in 1st grade, Hitoshi wants to go to school dressed up as his favorite hero: Eraserhead. Aizawa, obviously very touched that his son looks up to him so much, can’t help but worry that Hitoshi will be picked on – seeing as how he’s a relatively unknown, underground hero that avoids the media at all costs. 

However, he simply can’t resist those pleading eyes that melt his heart.

(Under the cut, so I don’t clog anyone’s dash!)

Keep reading

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v

part vi: in which we let sasuke live

The phone sat between them as the seconds ticked by. Like a good friend, Naruto came over the moment Sasuke told him there was an emergency.

“Fuck,” Sasuke cursed for the nth time, glaring at his phone. He touched the screen when it dimmed, bringing it back to its full brightness and displaying Tinder Girl’s selfie of herself in a green bikini as she hugged the neck of her unicorn floatie like the basic bitch she probably was. “Fuck.”

“Okay.” This was the first word said in the past ten minutes aside from ‘fuck.’ “Okay, I have a plan.”

“What is it?”

“You have to like more photos.”

Keep reading

Snog Me Senseless 4

A/N:  So this was supposed to be a one shot about kissing, but then it became so much more.  Thanks to @team-styles for the teamwork between author and reader.  Thanks, as always, to @little-black-dress-24, for the encouragement and for forcing me to have the courage to tell this story.  I am so grateful to @melissas173, @niallandharrymakemestrong, and @emulateharry for their amazing suggestions and ideas.  

For Soap, my tumblr little sis.  I hope this one doesn’t embarrass you too much.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

As soon as you hear the sounds of the other boys in the fraternity house stirring, you move to get dressed in your clothes from the night before.  Harry, being the thoughtful boyfriend he has proven himself to be, clears the hallway so that you can use the restroom.  And even though you wrinkle your nose at the smell of the place, and even though you are stunned at the amount of shaved whiskers in the sinks, and even though the room is as close to a garbage dump as you have ever seen; you still glide in with confidence because you know your boyfriend is guarding the entrance.  You take care of your needs quickly, washing your face clean of any makeup and sliding into your clothes from the night before.  You finger-brush your hair, hoping that no one really notices that you’re wearing the same clothes.  Then again, you’ve never done a walk of shame, and you’re strangely excited at the prospect.    

Keep reading

thank you

So back in April I never got the chance to celebrate my one year for this blog. There ain’t much to celebrate tho since this blog is trash and all I do is worship Wonho’s ass and talk about D 24/7 (I’m so sorry I’m shameless) but I really really wanted to make a post for all the amazing people I’ve met on here, and how much you all mean to me even though I never express any form of compassion or love and majority of the time mask it with insults hahaha

But to those who know me by now should know I do it because I like you and you have a special place in my hitlist ok

Before I start I just want to throw in how much I greatly appreciate everyone that follows my blog. I know I haven’t been active in so long and I haven’t posted a fic in ages and I’m so sorry for that. There’s been some little things here and there that have piled up and it’s taken a toll on me but hey, everyone has some rough bumps in the road and I know this and I know there will be better days, and it has gotten way better. 

For anyone that has dealt with any anxiety or depression or any sense of feeling as though it’s hopeless, I hope you know that you’re strong and you are important and here for a reason and somewhere out there, either near or far there is someone out there who wants you here and who also loves you for who you are. And if at any time you feel alone or find yourself in a tough situation, I want you to know you can always come and talk to me. And I’m not saying that just to say it, I seriously mean it. I do work and I do go to school so it may take some time for me to respond, but don’t ever feel like you can’t talk to me. One thing I actually hoped for in this blog when I made it was to help people, because I know that some (but not all) people think of Tumblr as a safe haven, and I could say I made it myself for the sake of running away from my own problems.

And here I am now, drowning myself with pictures of hot kpop guys but also meeting probably the best people I couldn’t have possibly lived without. I know we’re online friends and don’t even know each other in real life, but just know that you’ve all made a huge impact on my life and I really thank you guys. There are people I haven’t talked to much or at all, but I hope at some point in our lives we can talk about something as small as what we had for lunch today or to how big we think Jungkook’s schlong is cuz come on I know we’re all wondering the same fucking thing and I need answers too girl and it could turn out to be a beautiful friendship

Anyways, thank you thank you THANK YOU all so much for following me, giving me a chance, liking my fics, sending a sweet ask, talking to me, thank you all so much. I appreciate every little thing I get on here and I just love everyone and hope you stick around while I’m still glorifying Wonho’s ass every day. 

I’m so sorry for already making it so long but it’s about to get way longer and personal so I’m just going to cut it here so the post won’t get so annoying on everyone’s dash lol

Keep reading

[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s All Hype!

pretend that i posted this like two days ago and im already writing day 5 prompts k thanks

[Day 2: Banter] [Day 4: Common Interests]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: It’s All Hype!
Pairings: Ladynoir (Ladybug x Chat Noir), Adrienette (Adrien x Marinette)
Summary: Alya accidentally gets the Internet in a frenzy after announcing that Ladybug and Chat Noir are dating, but the two heroes are adamant about correcting the error and making sure the world knows that they’re just friends. So Alya proposes a staged public break up to set everything right.

In hindsight, she really underestimated how utterly freaking difficult that would be.


Day 3: Explosive


“So can I ask you something since you’re my publicist now?”

Alya was sitting in the shade underneath a large oak tree in the middle of the park they were hanging out in. Because it was Sunday, it was relatively empty. There were only around ten or so people, and they didn’t seem interested in causing a fuss over the two heroes being here, so Alya thought it was a safe spot for the three of them to have a quick lunch. She snuck in a takeout container she’d picked up from the Thai place right next to her house, deciding that she needed the energy if she was going to be tackling this break up scheme for any longer. She spoke through a mouthful of noodles. “You do realize I’m not a real publicist, right?”

“Maybe not, but you’re good at your temporary job,” Chat Noir said, sitting on the park bench right across from Alya and chewing thoughtfully on a piece of baguette. “And I trust your opinion.”

“Okay, so what’s your question?”

“Am I allowed to sponsor small businesses? You know, like get on camera, hold up a product and say something like, ‘I am Chat Noir and I’m going to head on over to Tom & Sabine’s for a nice croissant.’”

Alya snorted. “Liking the bread that much, huh?”

“It is literally to die for!” he moaned in delight, taking another huge bite. He poked Ladybug who was next to him calmly eating from the takeout container she’d gotten from the same restaurant Alya had stopped at. “You sure you don’t want any? The bakery is literally right across the street. I always try and pick up something when I’m in the neighborhood.”

“Even transformed?” she teased.

“Of course! The owners love me. Ever since that Animan akuma, they give me free samples. You should take advantage.”

“I’ll make sure to try next time.”

“I’m not much of a commercial filmer. Although…” She put her food aside, took out her cellphone, and held up the camera. “Hold up the packaging with their logo on it and pretend like you’re about to take a huge bite.”

Keep reading

To Keep You Safe// Part - 1/2

Pairing: Peter x reader

Summary: being a superhero may be fun, stuff of every nerd’s dreams but it had its cons. Peter knew everything couldn’t always be good for him, he knew he had to sacrifice his happiness for the sake of your safety.

Request: @loser-with-a-lap-top​: Could you do prompt #14 with Peter Parker where Peter breaks up with the reader in attempts to keep her safe, but she still doesn’t know he’s spiderman yet so she’s really confused on why he’s breaking up with her, and then she finds out and is even more upset that he was lying. Feel free to change what ever you want. THANK YOU😊

A/N: hey, baby boos. so get ready for an angsty fic this is gonna be rollercoaster of teen emotions. sorry but not sorry. It will have a fluffly end but this part is pure angst. stay tuned for second part because it will have some action. and steam, so wait for it. i had to write it on tumblr so I couldn’t edit it, but it so please look over any mistakes. hope you like it!

Warning(s): swearing, crying, break up. and teengers talking about ya know what. (yes that’s a warning. love me some shameless peter)

Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

Peter sat on the edge of the building, thinking. he liked to do that after doing his daily secret superhero work.he liked to just breathe while he looked over the city while he thought about literally everything. but lately that everything had become gloomy, it wasn’t sweet, crazy teenager things mixed with being a hero it was… the ugly face of life kept well hidden under that.

everything was so good, but it wasn’t supposed to be like that right? he was Spiderman, he had an amazing girlfriend, i.e, you, school had gone good and Ned, his best friend who knew about his secret identity had actually helped him rather than running away. things were great; and he knew they shouldn’t be.

he lied down and rested his head in his arms. he exhaled deeply and closed his eyes, remembering that exact memory.

‘you see kid, when you become like us.’ tony pointed at himself. ‘you sign up for a really heavy weight being slammed up on your shoulders. I know you’re strong peter, but you gotta be really careful from now on. you have the weight of the whole world on your shoulders now and especially your loved ones.’ he looked at peter who was listening carefully but couldn’t quite understand what he had meant by the last line. ‘the bad guys, always find your weaknesses.’

the sudden ringing of his phone snapped him back to where he was. he sat right up and saw it was another missed call from you. after further scrolling and searching he saw how many messages you had sent him.

“no one’s home, make it quick and we can cuddle and make out.”

“taking too long, parker. be quick.”

“hmmm, let me see if Ned’s free.” was the latest message. he quickly called you.

‘i’ll be right there, don’t call that horn dog!’ he said urgently. your familiar chuckle answered, he knew you must be shaking your head at him too.

‘i’m way too loyal and in love with you to do that, mon amour.’ you said. he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. he replied with a shy ‘yeah.’ and you grinned.

‘now, get your cute butt over here so that we can cuddle till we have time. see you, babe. love you.’

‘love you too.’ he smiled looking down.


No bed made covered in silk sheets, pillows filled with the softest feathers, could provide peter the comforts you did when you let him use yourself as a pillow while you massaged his head or ran your fingers through his hair. he nuzzled in your chest and you jerked up. he looked at you questioningly.

‘your hair tickled me nothing else.’ you patted his head. he returned to his position grinning.

‘they’re just, very nice.’ he looked at you grinning slyly before kissing you. ‘do I ever get a chance to..’ he trailed off and gave you that look of his no one lese got to saw. that smug, lusty look you hated but also loved.

‘fuck off, parker.’ you pushed him away laughing. he was quick to get close to you again.

‘I just mean no one’s home, you’re clearly not on your period, it’s a nice evening. everything points in that direction!’ he threw his arms in the air for emphasis. you covered your face to hide your burning face and lied down laughing.

‘oh my god, I hate you!’ you laughed. he got on top of you and pulled your hands away from your face.

‘no, you don’t.’ you both stayed in that position before he smiled deviously at you.

‘peter, no.’ you warned.

‘PETER YES!’ he shouted and started tickling you mercilessly. he couldn’t help but laugh himself as you tried to containing your laughter or push him away.

‘I love you, I don’t wanna hurt you! get off!’ you pushed at his chest as you panted. he stopped, huffed and rolled of you. ‘you’re an asshole.’ you panted.

‘i’m amazing, look I told you i’ll leave you tired and panting if you give me the chance.’ he said and you hit him with a pillow. he chuckled and lied beside you, pulling you in his chest. ‘i’m sorry, you bring out all my crazy.’ he kissed the top of your head. you mumbled something before you closed your eyes. he smiled at you and brushed away the stray hairs from your forehead. he loved you so much, he wished he’d never have to loose you and this moment could freeze here so that you two could stay like this forever.

‘the bad guys, always find your weaknesses.’

the words came back to him. Mr. Stark was right, it was his responsibility to protect you. he couldn’t put you in danger, aunt may had seen him in the costume and he couldn’t risk another person knowing about his identity or becoming a target because of him. He had made enemies on this journey and he had to take all the measures possible. he couldn’t lose more people, it hurts too much. Plus it doesn’t help when you are the reason your loved ones get hurt.

he sighed and looked at your peaceful sleeping face again, he didn’t want to do it. for once, he didnt want to be the self- sacrificing hero. he kissed your forehead one last time, got up and left.


the days passed away slowly and painfully, Peter wouldn’t talk properly to you. it was like something was bothering him, like a sad cloud was following him everywhere. then you finally asked him what was wrong, you really wish you hadn’t. or he hadn’t said what he did.

he looked at you trying to look strong and tough. only heaven knew what was going inside the poor boy’s head.

‘just tell me. please.’ you held his hand to provide him some strength but it only made it worse. he didn’t want to do it, he just wanted to hug you and never let you go but it things rarely happen the way you want them to. you cant have everything in the world.

‘I, I just think that we don't work well together. it’s not you it’s all me. i’m an idiot. i wish it didn’t have to happen and I am very, very sorry.’ he stopped abruptly so that his voice wouldn’t crack. you were taken a back, you throat went dry and you just wanted to cry.

you clenched your jaw in response and looked down. you never thought you would cry about a break but damn, it hurt. you nodded and rubbed your eyes.

‘I-’ he tried to step closer to you but you kept a hand in front.

‘goodbye, peter.’ you said with a voice devoid of any emotions and walked away.

you were hating this all so much, it hurt so much losing the person you thought cared about you. he had become some sort of a comfort blanket for you, you were left so vulnerable after that comfort blanket was ripped off from you.


you were walking away from the craft store to your home. you liked to take walks and occupy your brain with art so that you could feel better, it was like your own little therapy. suddenly, you heard some footsteps behind you. you started walking faster and they followed you, you were starting to think the worst but they were suddenly gone.

you turned around and saw that a man with a knife was webbed to the wall of the building. a relief washed over you, you took a deep breath and eased the grip of the bag in your hands.

‘you’re okay right?’ the red suit wearing superhero asked you.

‘yeah, i’m good.’ you ran a hand through your hair. he jumped down the building and hugged you tightly. ‘thank god.’ he breathed. you found it rather awkward and lightly patted his back. ‘it’s-’ you suddenly stopped. it was all too familiar, the voice, the tight hug….. ‘peter?’ you breathed.

‘ye- what? who peter?’ he sked and backed away. ‘i’m sorry girly, you mistake me for-’

‘peter parker, shut up.’ you shouted and he stopped. he punched the man hard to knock him out on his way to you.

‘(y/n), listen, I-’

‘the hell are you doing, peter?’ tears welled up in your eyes. ‘you leave me, then you follow me, then you turn out to be fucking spiderman, i mean what are you doing?’ your voice cracked. ‘do you know, how much it hurts when someone leaves you like that? it feels like you are the worst person in the world, and you know me, you know how I struggle with some things yet you left me. like everyone else.’ tears started flowing and you tried your best to wipe them all away. peter had never seen you cry, it broke his heart that he was the reason behind your tears. ‘you could’ve ripped my heart out, it wouldn’t hurt this much.’ you rubbed your eyes.

‘I am so sorry, (y/n).’ he kept a hand on your cheek. ‘I am just trying to keep you safe.’ he joined his forehead with yours. ‘I wish I didn’t have to do this.’ after saying this, he put on his mask shoot a web and was gone with a gust of wind.

he collapsed on his knees once he got in his room, it hurt so much. the knife wound on his back wasn’t as painful as much as his chest was aching with a broken heart. he took off his mask and stared it for a few minutes before throwing it  against the wall. he changed quickly and curled up in his bed. but hell it wasn’t as effective as you.  he hurt you and he hated it, he will eventually hurt everyone like this and he hated. it. he couldn’t save everyone.

‘peter? sweetie you, okay?’ aunt may creeked open the door. she knew he hadn’t been doing well lately.

‘no.’ he said, his voice empty. ‘I am not okay, may.’ she walked to him and sat on his bed, rubbing his arm to comfort him.

‘(y/n)?’ she asked.

‘I hurt her really bad.’ he covered his face in the blanket. superheroes don’t cry.

‘it’ll all be okay, don’t worry.’ she ran her hand through his hair and sighed.

Originally posted by clutterbucky

Part 2 coming soon

TAGS: @yikesbuckster, @melconnor2007, @kapolisradomthoughts,

You’re my shelter

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

General Summery: Betrayed feelings lead to a combat session that involves lip contact.Or the one where Alec stands up to his mom and the readers deepest desire comes to life.

Warnings: -

A/N:      For http://ly-canthr0pe.tumblr.com/.    Hello lovely people !
This one was requested on Tumblr but it got out of hand. So basically this was supposed to be a sparring session and stolen kisses but really it turned out slightly different because apprently characters have their own mind. Lydia was inspired by the new promo pictures so yeah here we go.
Happy Reading !excuse my rusty skills and potential mistakes, English is not my first language. Keep the requests coming e.g (x) , fandoms I write about (x), my ask box (x), my collection of stories (x)

OR READ IT ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN (x)

Originally posted by katherinewinchester


*gif not mine*

Being a female shadowhunter was by far not easy. It was still a male dominated business where women weren’t necessarily seen as successful or skilful. That was of course pure bullshit and you knew it. You were living proof. There was no one who was as good as you in covert investigations or let alone at firing a gun. Isabelle Lightwood and you had earned the men’s trust and respect in the Institute and even in Idris they knew your names. There was a certain pride that came with that and you hoped other young girls would follow. But right now, your biggest problem was something else entirely.

‘’ Tell me you’re joking!’’
Your shocked voice echoed in the small VIP room that you and Izzy were currently seated in, waiting for that long-hunted demon to follow your invitation.
You had been focused on the loud techno music blasting through the club walls, dressed in nothing but a tight black dress and some killer High Heels .
Izzy had been your parabatai since you two have been 10. You grew up around the Lightwood family, you had admired her older brother Alec like your own. That was until you grew boobs and he suddenly became something entirely else. No wonder those news made you forget about the demon.
‘’ Her name is Lydia. We met her last year in Idris, do you remember that honey blond girl cooing over Max? ‘’
You could do nothing more than stare at Izzy.
‘’ Mother thinks they’ll reproduce, and let me quote her, ‘worthy heirs’ . Bringing fortune and pride to the family.’’ The black-haired beauty snorted really unladylike while crossing her legs.
‘’ Alec wasn’t supposed to know until she would come to visit but he eavesdropped.’’
You crossed your arms feeling jealousy boiling through your entire being.
‘’ So he’s being forced to marry? ‘’
Isabelle smiled sleepily, observing you very closely before she shot you a knowing look.
‘’ He threw a tantrum . I have never seen Alec so angry and furious, he yelled at our mother and said things he would have normally never said. He left .’’
You have seen Alec angy before, but the oh so –composed Alec losing it?
‘’ What do you mean with he left?’’
‘’He left.’’ Izzy shrugged. You could clearly see the pride sparkling behind her dark orbs.
‘’ He said that he would no longer a part of this family if we prided ourselves with arranged marriages. ‘’
He did what? You felt pride knowing Alec had stood up to his mother but that was quickly replaced by worry. There was literally nothing he loved more than his family and his friends. The betrayal he felt was most likely tremendous.
‘’I think he plans on crashing at yours since he moved out of this room in the Institute after receiving congratulations from the other for his engagement. .’’, Izzy said casually before standing up.
‘’Alec plans what? Isabelle ! Why haven’t you told me this earlier? You know I would have-‘’
‘’Exactly!’’, she interrupted .
‘’You would have gone looking for him cancelling this mission. As much as you love being a Shadowhunter, you love my brother more. Everyone knows, Y/N. That’s the reason Alec will probably seek comfort in you instead of in Jace. Even though he is his parabatai. But I can’t let you fail this mission if we both want to change our society from within. So get yourself together.’’
You knew she was right. You wouldn’t have spent a second thought about this demon if you had known what was going on. Literally everyone knew you liked Alec more than a brother or even more than a friend. You and Alec were really close that’s why you had made sure he would never figure it out. It would destroy your whole friendship and living without him wasn’t an option. So you settled for less, and that had been okay. Until today.
You stretched the material of your dress a little before you planted a determined smile on your lips.
‘’Well then let’s get over with that. I have a business to take care of.’’
Izzy snickered while throwing you a sneaky grin.
‘’That business is going to need a place to sleep, you know. And you have a king-sized bed if I’m not mistaken…’’
You laughed at that, rolling your eyes before opening the door to welcome your target.
‘’On it.’’

Isabelle and you had killed that demon, knowing you were supposed to report back to Hodge and the others didn’t keep you from heading home as fast as possible. Isabelle would take over the report not caring about what kind of expression that would leave with you skipping on your liabilities.
The moment you stepped through your front door you were sure of Alec’s presence. He had a key, just in case, and he had used it judged by that discarded shirt on the dresser. Not caring about those High Heels that were killing your feet you entered your living room, taking in the mess of displaced furniture. Your eyes focused on the man standing at the window, looking lost. Apparently he had used your flat for some training according to his heaving chest.
Alec turned around facing you not masking the anger and hurt that he was currently feeling. The great thing about your relationship was that neither had to talk to know what the other was thinking or feeling. He had never been a great talker, and you were always a great listener.
It only took a second for you to reach him , wrapping your arms around him and laying your head against his chest. He didn’t ask whether you knew he just pulled you closer and laid his chin on your head. Closing your eyes you inhaled his scent, familiar and soothing. It smelled like home.
You felt his arms tightening around you and all your worry and anxiety left your body. He was here, he was okay and he would figure it out.
A small sigh escaped Alec’s lips as he looked down on you.
‘’What is this? ‘’ A tug at your dress.
‘’ A dress.’’, you answered looking up. Why was he so damn tall?
‘’ Says who?’’
You laughed and shoved against his chest. Wait no, come back !
‘’Are you quoting Clueless?’’ you asked disbelieving while a smile was forming on Alec’s lips.
‘’Possible. You made me watch it 50 times, what can I say.’’
You snorted while stepping away from him and out of your heels.
‘’ A mission required these clothes. Now tell me did you plan on sleeping on the floor so you moved all my furniture to the wall or did you feel like redecorating?’’
You tried to focus on his face, but his bare torso made that impossible. By the angels, how good looking could someone be ? You trailed your eyes down his stomach stopping at the small trail of hair leading into his pants. God. You groaned silently telling yourself to get it together.
‘’ I take you don’t sue me for passing threshold without asking? ‘’
You grinned at him while entering the kitchen to get a glass of water.
‘’I trained. I tried to release a little of that energy but…’’
You didn’t notice how his eyes took in your whole body as you stretched up to reach a glass. How his eyes traveled down your legs admiring the view he was getting.
‘’Give me a minute, I need a sparring partner anyways.’’
You were missing the appreciated smile that was forming on Alec’s lips. He knew you only said that so he could release some of his anger. Your worry for him was clearly showing and the way you had allowed him to crash at your apartment without actually saying it supported the knowledge that he had about you being always there for him.

‘’ 1…2…3’’,you groaned while you tried to defend yourself as Alec’s limbs moved so quickly you almost couldn’t keep up. You changed into some workout clothes and switched from sparring to hand to hand combat training. You breathed heavily, focusing on finding a weak spot to bring Alec down. But damn, that guy was fast and his hand-eye coordination was at its finest. Telling him to pour all his anger in his moves had been a pretty bad idea, since he took that literal.
‘’Fuck’’, you muttered under your breath before you managed to confuse him by faking a punch and pulling out his leg finally.
Alec groaned as he landed on his back before you swiftly moved over him to secure his body on the floor.
His face was so close that you could feel his heavy breath on your lips.
‘’Pour it all into your moves, Alec.’’
He growled angrily meeting your eyes with stormy ones.
‘’Arranged marriage is medieval. You’re angry for a reason. Your mother shouldn’t have done that.’’ You placed your hands on either side of his face watching him comb through his hair.
‘’Any more motivational speeches, Y/N?’’, he teased you.
‘’Well, you just lost to a girl.’’ He scrunched his nose and that was the moment you could not hold back any longer.
In a swift motion you brought your face closer to his and pressed as soft kiss to his lips.
How on earth could a boy’s lips be that soft?
There was a minute you weren’t sure whether you’ve done the right thing. But the moment you moved away a little, facing him and noticing the glimmer in his it just clicked. Every puzzle piece fell into place and there was this certainty of no going back.
‘’ Losing to a girl isn’t a shame, Y/N. But I think I’ve found my motivation.’’
His voice was low as he shot up, grabbing your arms and spinning you on your back. He placed your hands above your head by clasping your fingers with each other. A nib at your lip before he pressed his against yours, moaning lowly as your tongues met. Making out with Alec Lightwood? That surely must be a dream. You weren’t the one to complain, though. You bit into his upper lip receiving a growl that was enough distraction for you to flip him over, grinning down on him winningly before you got up.
‘’ Enough motivation for you to fight properly?’’, you teased him preparing for his attack.
He didn’t disappoint you , Alec had you against the wall a second later. His face was so close that your noses were almost touching.
‘’I’m not marrying Lydia.’’, he said serious while looking in your eyes, searching for an answer.
‘’I hope not.’’, you replied breathlessly, hypnotized by the way his body felt against yours , his lean muscles tangible against your softer curves.
‘’ I don’t want her. It’s always been you.’’ Barely a whisper. But you heard him.
You swallowed, softly placing your hand against his neck.
‘’Please don’t marry her. I couldn’t bear it.’’, you whispered truthfully, baring your soul.
A soft smile was grazing his lips as he pressed the softest of all kisses on your lips.
‘’It will always be you.’’, cradling your face in his hands he kissed you until you heard a certain someone clearing her throat.
‘’ So I came to make sure everything was alright and whether my brother had a place to crash but I guess I just got my answer. Also, can I tell these news our parents, pretty pretty please?‘’
It was almost painful to avert your eyes from Alec’s but you managed and shot your parabatai an annoyed look.
‘’Can’t you knock? Or ring the bell?’’
She shrugged holding up a spare key.
‘’You gave me this, didn’t you.’’
You groaned, rolling your eyes feeling the low rumble of laughter in Alec’s chest.
‘’ My apartment has been taken over by the Lightwood siblings, God help me.’’

______________________________________________________________

Leave a like and a reblog to make the writer happy :p