i think this is my longest post ever on this blog

The Three Mistakes Of Wen Junhui (Minghao/The8 and Jun x Male Reader Threesome)

The Three Mistakes Of Wen Junhui (And One Really Great Decision)

Author: Finn

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary: Jun has no idea how he’s gotten himself into this mess (but he really, really likes it).

(A/N: This is officially the longest and filthiest thing I have ever written. I’d be ashamed of how shameless it is but I spent a really long time on it… I’m sorry for deviating so much from the original prompt but I had a lot of fun writing it, so… I hope you all enjoy it! ~Finn)

(Warnings: Daddy/Master kink, slut-shaming, blowjobs, spitroasting, Extreme Gay™, overstimulation, double penetration, Minghao is a little shit, awkwardness towards the end)

(Admin Note: my beautiful son has done it again. I cannot even begin to express how blown away I am by this and by all of his work - he’s gonna one-up me on my own blog if I’m not careful. (I’m gonna need to post some life ending smut soon to top this. cause this is pretty damn life ending). just. Finn. wow. gonna steal my Golden Dick award. damn. a Momma has never been more proud. -Tanisha<3)

The car is quiet. Jun stirs imperceptibly, becoming aware of the silence from his earphones and a low murmuring voice from somewhere just behind him – are those Chinese words?

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Laura’s goodbye

Hello petals, yesterday and today I talked with Laura about why she decided to delete her blog. 

I understood her reasons and I agreed (ofc, duh) to post this message on her behalf. Now I beg you, please read her words, for she really, really wanted to let you all know why she did such a thing. 

What you’ll read it’s extremely important and I hope you can find a bit of time to think about her reasons and the whole situation concerning our fandom and the relationship between writers and readers. 

I’m sure we all will miss Laura, because she was not only a great writer but also a lovely, beautiful person <3

So, without further ado, these are Laura‘s words for you.

Hello guys! It’s Laura (previously @pantaemonium-deactivated2017062).
First of all I want to thank my dear Conny for allowing me to post this on her blog. I really wanted to have a chance to say goodbye to you. 

Many of you will be wondering what happened, how did someone who had just posted that morning and gave no sign whatsoever that she was going to leave… actually left with no explanation at all. Truth be told, I had been thinking about deleting for the longest time. As time passed, I felt more burdened, more pressured to write Fallout, or create contents you would like instead of going for the stories I wanted to write and, at some point I could no longer write a word of the many stories I had started out of an impulse. For someone whose only way of expressing herself is writing, this was devastating and it was taking a great toll on my mental health I was not willing to face for the sake of my blog. 

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Well, it’s officially been a year since I posted my first series on this blog. I never thought that The City would be the starting point of this journey. And even though the past few months have been extremely difficult, I am so glad to still be here at the end of the day.

It’s hard to fathom that there are now almost 10k of you reading my work or not (many of you just like me as a person and I think that’s great!). I know I probably sound like a broken record at this point but I would not be here without you all. It’s because of you that I am still writing. It’s because of you that I keep finding ways to break your heart (and let’s face it mine) over and over again through my work.

Honestly, I am shocked that y’all are still around after everything I have put my readers through. There have been so many ups and downs in my real life and in my words that I feel like a completely different person than I was a year ago. If I could personally thank each and everyone of you for the love and support you give me, I would. I went through some of the hardest times of my life this past year but you all stuck by me and gave me so much love and support.

This blog may be evolving into something new this year. I know many of you are scared of change, and I am too. But I will always be the same Ramsey. I will always be the same person regardless of what group I am writing for. My love for BTS will never change and nor will I ever stop writing for them.

Thank you for embracing this next chapter. Thank you for one of the best years of my life. Thank you for everything you have given me. I hope I can somehow in some small way give you the same amount of love back,

I would never trade the community we have built together. Because this space is just as much yours as it is mine.

There are some people I want to thank, but I know I will probably be leaving someone out and I am so sorry if I do.

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Deliberate Beauty of Humanity

Drabble Request by @starswirlblitz: Dean x angel!reader? In which dean plays with her wings and it fluffish/steamy cause she’s ticklish but also has a sensitive spot that makes her squeal sometimes? I hope that’s okay?

Word Count: 1949

A/N: So… this didn’t really turn out as a drabble… I kinda woke up at 3 in the morning and had this itch to write this one and couldn’t go back to sleep until it was out of my head and that’s how you got a full-length oneshot out of this! Also, I just had to write Dean’s POV in first person. It wouldn’t work any other way. I think this is the first time I’ve posted anything in first person on this blog. I hope you like it!

Version en Español: La Deliberada Belleza de la Humanidad

You hoped you never got used to this. You wanted every time to feel just like the first time. Maybe it was that it was a human act, or maybe it was just Dean. Either way, you would never change a thing about any of these moments.

Back when Castiel invited you along to help with the Winchesters, you never dreamed that Dean would ever look at you as more than Castiel’s little sister. You hadn’t known that you even wanted him to see you as anything but an angel. Yet here you were, laying on top of him, feeling the rigid muscles of his body move beneath yours. Bonding with your vessel and becoming one as Castiel had with Jimmy had opened so many doors and opportunities for human feeling and emotion.

It was those very feelings and emotions that you been raised to believe were weaknesses that you couldn’t get enough of now.

Dean’s lips captured yours in a breathtaking kiss. He always had this effect over you. As soon as he pulled you into his room and locked the door behind him, you were right on top of him. Vessels may contain your true form, but it just added to the anticipation and intensity as you were forced to slowly explore each new touch. Some angels saw humanity as a curse, but they were wrong.

Even when your mind wasn’t clouded with Dean’s fingers digging into your skin and his tongue tracing the seam of your lip, you still saw the deliberate beauty of humanity.

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A/N: so as i’m starting off this “new blog”, might as well bring my first imagine back from my old account :)

if you’re from my old account heyy thanks for the follow babe ! 

if you’re new then let me introduce myself; hi, I’m malika, i like to cry and write about fictional characters that i have absolutely no chance with.

i was also known as (in my old account) @lovelysirius but i deleted my blog because i had a linked account on there and it was annoying that everytime i tried to comment/post i would always get mixed up. so now this is my only tumblr that i will frequently post :)

i hope you like this imagine :)))

  • PAIRING: Young!Sirius Black x Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which Sirius realizes he feels weak when he’s around her, but not knowing what to do about it.
  • WORDS: 957

No one in a million years would believe that Sirius Black would go to the library. They would just laugh right at that person’s face. Then once they have calmed down they would utter, the library and Sirius Black, are not a good combination.

Little did those people know that the only reason Sirius went to Hogwarts’ library is to watch a certain girl he’s been completely infatuated with for a few weeks, yet he has known her almost half of his school life.

Y/N. God, even her name gave him butterflies. That’s basically how whipped the black-haired fellow is.

He was currently watching her, well “studying” according to him. The way she bit her lip when she was concentrated, the way she absentmindedly raises her brow whenever she was thinking, the way she fluttered her mascara-coated lashes so she can stop the sleep from taking over her body. The way how she was not like any other girl Sirius has ever come across.

Sometimes he would see her in the common room, talking to a friend. The way she would attentively listen to what they had to say, the way she would engage in the conversation while sharing her opinions—rather than just nod along like most girls do.

He has known this girl before, talked to her even. But when he did talk to her his palms became all sweaty, stomach churning, breath staggering.

While he just smiled, licking his lips and biting them, chuckling nervously. 

However she just politely smiled, biting her lip. A habit she had when she was nervous. Perhaps she felt the same?

One day when he just couldn’t take it anymore, he decided to let all his feelings out to his best friend, James.

“Prongs, you don’t understand. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, not without thinking of her!” His voice was rising higher and higher with each word. But the question is, how could he not understand? Since he’s been in love with Lily for the longest time, this was basically how he was feeling in his state of ‘depression’ for years.

Sick of hearing Sirius’ puppy-love for the girl he could just glance at and have her in his arms; while James has been chasing after the same girl for years and still has yet to get, James decided to pop the question Sirius was thinking about since he first felt this sensation, “Then why don’t you tell her you love her!?“

The silence was the only sound in the room. The type silence you could hear a pin drop with. After the both of them have recoiled from their previous ruckus, Sirius decided to clear the air.

With vulnerability, Sirius softly shook his head, “I-I can’t. She doesn’t fall for the bad boys. A-And she’s hard to get, I’ve heard.”

James waved his hand, smirking. “Bullshit. You’re Sirius Black! You could get a girl just by laying a finger on her and she’s already on top of you!”

Realization dawned on Sirius, his mouth gaping open. He is, in fact, Sirius Black, why has one girl taken away his one power?

“Y-You’re right! This is why I can count on you Prongs! I love you, man!” He was practically tumbling out of the room mid-sentence. Prongs chuckling as the raven-haired man left their shared room.

Now he was trying to find the girl, who which she calls herself Y/N. When he fled down the stairs that led to the Gryffindor common room, he saw her. Sitting on the couch, books sprawled out the coffee table in front of her.

Sirius couldn’t look back now, growing a pair, he waltzed over to the flawless girl. She saw someone walking towards her from the corner of her eye, looking up she realized it was just Sirius. “H-Hey Sirius?” She greeted, quite questionable since he barely talked to her.

“Hey, um…so what are you doing there?” Nervously running his hands through his jeans, to prevent his hands from sweating. Then sat next to his crush.

The girl was absolutely confused. When you barely talk to a girl, what’s the point of asking her what you’re doing?

“Er-Just studying.” She offered him a tight smile. “Okay, cut the crap Sirius what are you really here for?” The girl voiced her own thoughts.

He tried to laugh it off, giving it away. To which Y/N just looked at him oddly, he finally decided to come clean. “Y/N you don’t understand, I’m totally weak when you’re around. I get all nervous and fumbly around you, I’ve never been like this around any girl. To me girls were like socks, they get changed every day and/or week. But you, oh you…oh God. Y-You’re different than any girl I have ever met…” He put a hand on her cheek, shocking her slightly to which she widened her Y/E/C eyes.

“So will you please, for the love of Godric, go out with me?” He dramatically asked grabbing her hand, without thinking, and pulled it to his chest. She looked in his eyes, he had the most sensitive, loving, look in his stormy gray eyes.

Being a bit daring, she leaned in capturing his lips onto hers. Molding together, fitting perfectly, she couldn’t help but melt into him. This was a moment of bliss for the both of them. He was so in love with this girl.

He knew it was cheesy, but he actually felt sparks and fireworks erupt within him.

He was first to break the kiss, taking a long intake of breath the air was offering him. He broke the tension, “Is that a yes?”

The Y/H/C girl looked at him, grinning from ear to ear. “Just shut up and kiss me.” She chuckled, while he kissed her. They both smiled into the kiss.

Thatcher, Redbeard, a series of dreadful events, and the love that have yet to speak its name.

Someday the true story may be told – for those of us that have recognized and believed in the romance between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, Sherlock has been the adaptation many of us wanted to see it happen. S4 was difficult – I didn’t think it possible to experience grief and loss because of a tv show, yet there I was, sad, disappointed, and moping for weeks. But after going back and reading some ACD canon as a form of therapy, I realized just how much I still love Sherlock. I can’t explain it, it is… what it is. So I watched S4 again quite a few times the last week or so. And guess what? I am here to tell you in all seriousness – love conquers all may still be on its way after all.

We already know the surface narrative of S4: Mary died saving Sherlock, Eurus, the long-lost third Holmes sibling killed Redbeard aka Victor aka Sherlock’s childhood best friend out of jealousy, and was the mastermind behind everything Moriarty ever did. After enduring the Sherrindford Experiment™, Sherlock solved Eurus’ riddles and saved John’s life; Baker Street Boys were back at 221B solving crimes as they always do, with some parenting on the side. The end.

My conclusion after tearing through layers of allusions? Mary probably didn’t die (I can’t make up my mind about this… for now); there was definitely no baby. It was all Mycroft’s fault, Eurus the east wind was a story he made up to conceal Lady Elizabeth Smallwood’s slaughterhouse, where Redbeard came into being and became Sherlock’s Reichenbach cauldron. Sherlock and John finally recognized the hurt, grief, and loss they both endured as a couple since TRF; but for now, they were back in the glass closet, the love they shared remained unspoken – until/if the lost special can be found. The end.

Don’t believe me? Let’s begin with Thatcher because so much of S4 revolves around the darkest moments in the UK during her time as the prime minister. Before I begin, please note that you’ll have to see beyond the suggested time and space presented on screen as the surface narrative unfolds, and instead try and think about allegory and allusion. Yeah, kinda like reading ACD canon, but a bit more difficult – let’s face it, visual media is just as capable of inspiring as deceit as we all know intimately by now.

Ready? Fair warning – this is the longest and saddest meta I’ve ever written, and it’s only the tip of an iceberg. Please be patience and try reading to the end, I promise it’ll be worth your time.

The scene that broke everything wide open for me was the exchange between Mycroft and Lady Smallwood:

Lady Smallwood. Alicia this time. PM – as in prime minister? Nope. Because earlier:

Why use an acronym, then? PM as in night? Darkness? Shadow?

A secret then. What did Mycroft reveal as he removed Alicia Smallwood’s card?

Oh and look what Eurus said in the scene right after:

The other one – Lady Elizabeth Smallwood. Lady…… Sherrinford? 

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Three Days, Lafayette x Reader

Prompt: could you do a lafayette x reader soulmate au? thank youuu!!:


Warnings: Cursing (the usual), mentions of alcohol consumption and drunkedness, period-typical sexism, etc.


This thing literally spiraled out of my hands. I was supposed to sit down to write a shorter fic and I ended up writing the longest fic I’ve posted to date. 

I want to thank all of you for the lovely things you’ve been saying about the blog, like holy shit y’all are super sweet. 

Anyway, enjoy my reiteration of the Lafayette reincarnation, soulmate AU thing. Much love. xx

8th of November, 1780

The rain was cold on your face, and your skirts were no doubt ruined by now. You couldn’t find much in you to care.

How long you had stood there, with mud crawling up your shoes and socks, you didn’t know. The rain had been pouring for far longer though, that was for sure.

It was almost hilariously easy to go back to the party—the one being thrown in the honor of some scattered group of soldiers you knew but didn’t care about—if you wanted to. You didn’t want to; that was the entire point of the silent vigil you kept by the stables, letting the dirt and water thoroughly soil the dress your maids spent the better part of the week sprucing up and repairing of any running threads or loose hems.  

The Schuyler mansion glittered attractively in the distance, and in the cold, damp marsh of the stables, looked incredibly inviting. You knew, from experience, that the halls were warm with light and conversation. You knew that Angelica was probably (no, definitely) dazzling the room with her dizzying presence and slightly overwhelming charisma. You knew that Peggy was dancing the night away, the only sights of her you will catch a flutter of skirts as she was whisked away by some general or other. You knew that Eliza would be engaged in conversation with a handful of delegates, all of them staring openly at the middle Schuyler sister, who while not as handsome as the youngest or as openly flirtatious as the eldest, had her own brand of charm and youth that could ensnare even the hardest of hearts.

You knew that the entire galaxy that was held in that mansion, no matter how small, was falling in love with the fires residing in the darling sisters who inhabited it. (Angelica a powerful flare, Peggy a saucy ember, Eliza a tempered flame that sometimes caught you by surprise by how spiteful it could be.)  

The rain plowed on, relentless, and you managed to get impossibly more soaked than you were in the first place. The cold had, by then, long seeped into your bones, and desperate as you were to restore some kind (any kind) of body heat, your conviction proved far too strong to out rule the crawling, inside-out ache of the chill.

You were an oddity if there ever was one.

With the all-encompassing demand for freedom and revolution and warwarwar, you stood out as the white flag amongst the sea of red. Your parents were well-known pacifists, and you had been raised under a roof that promoted peace and quiet means of protest. However, as docile and gentle your parents were in displaying their views, you were…not.

The entire approach the Continental Army was taking was just all wrong.

“You can’t win our country through these means,” you had said that evening to one lieutenant, who had looked at you as though you were about to sprout wings and fangs.

“Girl,” the lieutenant had said (you never caught his name), carefully, like he wasn’t sure you quite understood. “We are in the middle of war.”

“It doesn’t have to be war,” you said earnestly, pleading that he understand what you were trying to say. But alas, as always, you were cast aside with a shake of the head and a scathing mutter.

You left the ballroom without so much as a goodbye to the sisters, something that gnawed at your guilt; the Schuylers were gracious enough to invite you to this ball after all, when everyone else had quietly shunted you away to some corner because of your views. But by the grace of God, standing in that crowded room, near so many people who had been so eager to cast you aside (both for your principles and your being a woman) was getting suffocating. (“You are a woman in a world that belongs to men, or at least so they think.” You remembered your mother saying to you. “You are unfortunately an example of what gentlemen hate the most, my darling; you are a woman with a brain she chooses to use and put on display.” Your mother smiled. “And I couldn’t be any more proud.”)

So you went, with a thunderous opening of doors into the howling wind and steady storm, and here you were.

The persistent quiet was broken by the click-clacking of hooves on wet gravel, and you looked up.

A carriage was slowly getting nearer. It was handsome and impressively ornate. Slightly ostentatious, in your opinion, but that was neither here nor there.

The horse drawing it cantered to a stop, and the door opened with a loud shout of laughter.

“My god, it’s pissing out here.” the voice closest to the door exclaimed, and with a loud squelch, a foot landed on the wet slush of dirt and pebbles. “Hold your coats over your heads, gentlemen, or risk facing the wrath of—“ he broke off, eyes landing on you.

“Nature,” he finished lamely.

You had stood up when you heard him step down. You knew who he was.

Alexander Hamilton squinted at you, at your dirtied dress, at the wet hair hanging around your face in sectioned clumps.

“Miss?” he called. You only looked on. “Madame over there! Are you all right, ma’am?”

Another voice was joining his calls. “Alexander, what is the meaning of this hold up?” It was a fellow soldier of Hamilton’s, you assumed. He wasn’t all that tall, and even from where you were you could see his freckles. “Holy Mother of God, is that a woman out there?”

“It is,” you heard Hamilton answer. “Ma’am! Are you okay?”

“My friends, we are already quite late. I do not think the general will appreciate our untimely appearance—“

Stepped down another soldier, this time tall and slender, easily towering over Hamilton and his companion. His voice was clear and pleasant, with the slightest hint of an accent interlacing his words. He, too, caught sight of you and was rendered silent. Between the four of you, the rain pounded on and was white noise.

“Excuse me, mademoiselle?” the tall one called. You looked at him, then. “What on earth are you doing out here in this weather?”

“Admiring the scenery,” you replied cheerfully, although the sarcasm was heavy and obvious in your tone.

The tall one looked confused. Hamilton, on the other hand, looked as if a sudden realization dawned on him quite abruptly.

“Ah,” he said, voice carrying in spite of himself (he never did learn how to keep his voice low), “I am guessing that you are of the Y/L/N family?”

You nodded, and this seemed to reaffirm Hamilton’s epiphany.

His freckly companion looked, to your rising anger, disdainful. “The pacifist nutters?”

The retort came out of your mouth faster than the crack of a whip. “Excuse me,” you fumed, “I’m afraid I do not know you sir, and I will not have a complete stranger strike an unearned insult at my family like that.”

The man shrunk behind Hamilton, who looked uncomfortable. The other, taller one, simply looked on in interest.

He was the one to break the silence once more. “Won’t you like to go inside the mansion, miss…?”

“Y/N,” you nearly spat.

“Miss Y/N,” he said, nodding. “You look a sight and you will catch a cold in this storm.”

You shook your head. “I’m perfectly fine,” You straightened, rearranged your skirts, although the endeavor was quite pointless. “Do not be concerned with me mister…”

“Lafayette,” he answered. A name to place on his face at last.

“Mister Lafayette,” you said, turning and preparing to walk away, before you felt the world spin on its axis and fall, fall, fall

When you came to, you were in the white, bare-faced room of a hospital. A nurse was pressing something wet and soft onto your forehead. You felt unbearably cold.

“Oh good,” a familiar voice spoke. “You’re up.”

It was Lafayette, standing against the doorway with his hands behind his back.

“You nearly gave all of us a fright back there,” he said, walking further into your room. You tried to get up, but the nurse stopped you.

“No moving quite yet,” she said, softly pushing you back into the covers. “You near contracted pneumonia out there, staying out in the cold for so long. How daft are you in the head, girl?”

You weren’t looking at her though, you were looking at Lafayette, who was smiling almost sheepishly down at you. (He was handsome, you noticed belatedly. Very handsome.)

It was the last thing you saw before you slipped back into the peaceful darkness of pseudo-oblivion.

9th of November, 1926

“Name your poison,” Slim purred as you hauled yourself onto a stool.

“For crying out loud, Slim, it’s nine in the morning!” you chided playfully, knocking a dainty knuckle on the bar top and laughing. “I’ll have a Champagne cocktail, switch out the bitters with absinthe.”

Slim smiled wryly. “And you call me an alcoholic,”

The speakeasy was already alive, even at the relatively early hour. Men and women were pouring in and rushing back out like a strong tide, and you were lucky enough to find yourself a spot on the coveted bar. Slim was nice, and he liked you, and he could spin up a good drink with nothing but orange bitters and gin, so you found that the long wait was quite worth it.

“Strong turnout,” you said as Slim made his way back to you, your drink bubbling happily in his hands. He passed the glass to you and you took a sip. The champagne was freshly opened, you could tell, and delightfully crisp in your throat, the tail-end of absinthe lingering on your tongue. You resurfaced and grinned at Slim, raising your glass. “I can see why,”

The absinthe did its job quite quickly and soon, after three or so glasses, you were spinning like a top on the dance floor, laughing and hollering and calling for more drinks. Slim, wisely, didn’t let you slip off with any more alcohol until you sobered up enough, but it was hours before you managed to do so.

“This is why you need to stop drinking so much,” Slim said as you slumped onto the counter, head in your arms.

“If I stopped drinking, who in God’s name is going to keep you in business?” you said, face still smushed into the crook of your arm. Slim laughed, slid you a glass of water.

“Not to alarm you,” he said as he gave you the glass, “but there’s a man who’s been eyeing you for the past hour. He hasn’t approached any other woman in the entire place.”

You grinned into your forearm, looked up. Slim was grinning, too. Subtly, he nodded towards a table that was occupied by the rowdiest bunch of men you’ve seen, which was saying something. Sure enough, you found a very attractive someone making eyes at you. From here, he looked slim, and even with the haze of smoke and the dim lighting and his loose clothes, you knew that he was fit. He glanced away as you turned to look at him, and after a while you faced Slim.

“Best make my move, no?” you said, emptying the glass and handing it back to him.

“Best,” Slim said shortly, although there was teasing underneath his terseness.

You sauntered over, your head feeling much clearer, and cleared your throat as you drew near. He and his friends caught sight of you, and they whistled as you approached. You smirked, groped around in your purse to fish out a long, thin cigarette.

“Excuse me sirs,” you said to the table at large but keeping your eyes on the one who caught your interest. He was, if possible, coloring an endearing shade of pink. “But do any of you have a lighter I could borrow?”

A broad-shouldered hulk of a man leaned over and offered you his. He lit it up, and you leaned, the cigarette in between your teeth and held steady by two fingers, never taking your eyes off of the brown-eyed, gorgeous man who seemed to be as interested in you as you were in him.

“Can you come with me outside? It’s a tad too stuffy in here.” you said, addressing only him. His friends were in uproar again, and he mumbled an agreement before shuffling out of his seat to follow you out of the speakeasy. On the way out, you caught Slim’s eye and threw him a smug grin.

“What’s your name, good-looking?” you said as you both climbed up the concrete stairs that hid the bar into the sticky, honey-glazed air of the Manhattan afternoon.

“My name is Lafayette,” he said, with the slightest hint of an accent.

“You foreign?” you asked, taking a drag and exhaling.

“French,” he said. A beat passed. “What’s your name?”

You smiled sweetly. “You’ll see.”

The two of you walked up the entire street, talking. At this hour, the city was starting to come alive with music, but the center of your gravity was firmly placed in Lafayette’s vicinity, and it was only when the two of you neared Broadway that you realized the hour.

“Drat, it’s getting late.” you cursed, looking at the clock that hung in one of the stores you passed by.

“I must be getting back to my friends now, as well.” Lafayette said, but you delighted in seeing that he seemed reluctant to leave. You didn’t want to go, either. “It was a pleasure to spend time with you, miss.”

You smiled at him. He really was something else. “I’d love to do this again sometime.” you said, not really caring that you were coming off as a bit too forward. (You were forward, and there was no shame in letting it happen.)

He grinned, a perfect, perfect smile. “I would love that as well.”

You walked backwards, eyes still fixed on him. “It’s Y/N,” you said, and he only looked at you. “My name. It’s Y/N,” You turned and walked, a feeling in your stomach that this won’t be the last time you’d see him.

10th of November, 2017

The day couldn’t get any shitter.

You had woken up late—for some fucking reason you had forgotten to set your alarm—thus making you miss the train. And now you had to wait for the next one. Hardee-fucking-har. You could take the bus, but at this point, taking the time to climb out of the subway and find a bus stop, the next train would be here and you just weren’t having any of that so you stayed in place.

Thankfully, the train appeared fifteen minutes later, and if you ran, you would maybe possibly make it to work on time.

You slumped into the first empty seat you could find, which happened to be next to this really tall guy with crazy curly hair that he had tied back in an attempt to tame it.

“Bad morning I take it?” the guy suddenly asked, taking you aback. You only nodded.

“The worst.” you said.

“Ah, I know the feeling.” he said, nodding sympathetically. He had some kind of accent, but it was barely there. If you had blinked, you would have missed it.

“It hopefully can’t get any worse, although knowing the universe, it could kick me up the ass when I least expect it, so I’d rather not jinx myself.”

He laughed. “You kind of just did.”

You groaned playfully. “Ah, shit.”

He chuckled, shoulders shaking. “I’m sorry,” he said, paused, “have we met before?”

You shook your head. “No. I would have remembered.” You didn’t have the best memory, but you would have certainly remembered his face. It was hard to miss and even harder to forget.

“Well then,” he said, clearing his throat impressively and holding out a hand to shake. “I’m Lafayette. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Y/N, and likewise.” you said, smiling and taking his proffered hand.

He grinned, and the warm tickle in your stomach was new and yet strangely familiar.

Ignoring the fact that my banner looks like it was created by some kid messing around on their computer (which is exactly what it is), welcome to my first follow forever! After reaching 10k followers, which I honestly still can’t quite comprehend and am so incredibly thankful for, I figured it was about time I make one of these… but to be honest, that’s just an excuse for me to write painfully cheesy messages to express my gratitude :’)) 

First and foremost, I would like to thank the sweet angels who are following me or have once followed me at some point in time. Honestly, narrative writing has never been my forte. I was never a naturally gifted writer; and for those of you who have followed me since the very beginning, I’m sure you’ve noticed just how often I write/post. It was only after persistent writing and posting and waiting - only to garner a small audience and occasional feedback - that I really started improving. So to those who stayed through it all and to those who dropped by for even the shortest of feedbacks, I’d like to say thank you. It only took you less than a few seconds to send me those messages, but to me, it’s something I’ll remember forever. You are the reason why I’m still here today. You are why I’m still striving to be the best that I can be. 

…which leads me to the second point I’d like to make. I’ve never been one of those popular writing blogs or at least I never felt like I’ve made my presence known in the writing community. I guess back when I first started this blog, I wanted to be one of those writers everyone looked up to and loved to talk to, but now I’ve come to realize how much numbers really don’t matter anymore. I’ve come to fall in love with writing and the messages/feedback that come with it. I appreciate every single person who cares enough to like/reblog/comment my posts, send me a quick message, or even those who don’t have a tumblr blog and are silent followers who check up on my blog every once in a while (I used to be one of those, I gotchu). I’m already more than thankful for everything.

TO THOSE AMAZING BLOGS WHO PROVIDE WONDERFUL CONTENT TO FILL MY DASHBOARD EVERY SINGLE DAY? Thank!!! You!!! I’d type out personalized messages for each and every one of you, but that’d take me forever and this would end up being an essay. So I’ll just say thank you and you’re one of  the reasons why we love kpop so much (and you, too, of course :D)

AND LASTLY, TO MY AMAZING FRIENDS THAT I’VE MADE ON THIS SITE… you know how much I love you. In fact, you probably have a message somewhere down below. And if not, it’s probably because I didn’t know if we were on that level yet, BUT I LOVE YOU! SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE’S MY FIRST FOLLOW FOREVER!

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New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b


Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.


Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”


And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”


It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

anonymous asked:

favorite blogs to recommend? (naruto)

oOooO boy, will this be a doozy. Settle down this will be a LIST (in no specific order) (I shouldnt be making lists actually since i like a LOOOOOOT of people and not all of them are mentioned here) (I’ll probably keep updating this every 2 seconds watch out)

- @laetia a pro team 7 sasuke stan, enough said. (I think they have my favourite sasuke tag and thats saying something because im very very very picky) (id be hard pressed to do this but possibly, possibly my favourite on this list)

- @asiantwinkies she is so sweet, one of the 2 people ive ever initiated a conversation with on here purely because shes a good bean. cute art but check her ships so you dont get hurt.

- @madara-fate he is all ship positive and his posts are great and always backed up by many facts. I dont exactly agree with every little thing he says, but I hold his opinions in high regard

- @borutopng also all ship positive so an all round positive feed, great mutual too

- @aymaabdullahmalik shes great too..i like her opinions (usually all ship positive) and she posts good art

- @saradacchi she is a good friend of mine and i love her buT most importantly she is the person behind the the icon i always get asked about, her art is adorable check her out

- @sasusakuonly speaking of art, here is a good ss only art blog. @ss-is-beautiful is also great SS blog. For Sakura goodness and sasusaku stuff @dreaming-of-tokyo is great

- annalovesfiction (i think thats her blog name) this person has me blocked for whatever reason but her blog has really good edits and she is all ship positive if you are looking for a positive feed

- @prism17 great blog for reblogs

- @unstable-viper great blog for reblogs

- @sharinghoe positive feed thats good to reblog from, funny as heck!!! i always stalk their tags and am like wow i should talk to this person then i forget then i stalk them again and am like wow i should really-hmu pal u have a great sasuke tag im

- @suna-yodo great to reblog from

- @medicalninja and  @kunoichisakurah  @kakashiskunoichi @gabzilla-z are goodie blogs

- @daily-dattebayo and @dailynaruto @incorrectnarutoquotess good for what their blog titles suggest

- @shiroiraiha great 4 reblogs

- @sanguwin @sanjism @reimz @seiihun ( i think thats their name would be awkward if it isnt) great great blogs wow i cannot emphasize how great

- @illuminatipug and @julccian both great for reblogs, both pretty positive feeds, both great to have as mutuals

- @ichisasu @kyoandyuya @pain-somnia great to reblog from, great to have as mutuals

- @sage-ninja-of-the-hidden-leaf he is probably one of my fav members of the naruto fandom, great fully positive feed, the nicest opinions, great pal of mine..all kunoichi positive, all ship and character positive– just an all round great guy and the first person ive ever initiated a conversation with because i was that impressed

- @shannaro-kamo @cornelia1992 @hope2findthelight @percabeth5599 good folk with good blogs and good opinions

- @fuckyeahuchiha ik im biased since im a mod on it but u kno

- @gangbangedbyteam7 my problematic fav, she is a real good friend of mine( the worst influence ive had only after that girl who talked me into stealing a watch in the 3rd grade) pro team 7 naruto uzumaki stan..she has very vocal opinions so make sure you know them before you follow her lol (she is super open minded tho so she doesnt bite as much as you think she does) also follow @lalody if she is your cup of tea but she is not as naruto intensive anymore since she moved on to bigger things (sormik lmao)

- @jeruk-lemon a lot of harry potter, a lot of naruto..so, good stuff

- @its-naruto-universe  @veenia great blogs love them lots

- @chienakamura is my actual senpai i loVEd her blog 4 the longest time and now we are mutuals and friends if that isnt goals idk what is

- @amitds he will snatch ur wig dont try him,,best pro sakura blog imo

- @thelittlechook shes iconic

- @uchihaharunoss @cakebake @misssarahdoll  @nataliebgdh @xinpaii @theseventhpain  great folk

- @raikis (inactive but GREAT) @chidori-senbon @prosasuke @seiikas @lonelywolf1754 @the-sasuke-sama @moonsuke (good sasuke opinions but fair warning they only ship IS and SNS while being critical of both) @sasukeuchiha-eternalmangekyou  (very very positive sasuke blog i love their blog a lot) @unfamiliarworld @uchihasasukes @uchihasasukerules @narutorememberance @team7fangirl (very positive feed!!) @lawlu (one of my favs tbh) blogs 4thewin!! i have a lot more but that requires a fully different list. @tobiasjc great gifs and amazing Manga caps

also like um i have a great sasuke tag so stalk my ‘sinnamon roll’ tag 4 good wank

(For SS art and naruto art in general i like a lot of blogs so thats also a different list if youd like it)

For my other team 7 ships i usually dont follow blogs (just stalk the tags and reblog) since they tend to be very negative but i like @uzumakura (ns and ks and ms) @fineillsignup (multi shipping translates good doujinshis) @narusakufactory @mister-kh who like blocked me for some reason but i still like their blog lmao they are a ks shipper @narutolesbians @darth-sakura. All these folk hate or are critical of sasuke/ ss btw and are pretty vocal about it so know what you are signing up for. @it-started-over-sasunaru , @snskings @snscomix @asksasunaru are alll great sns blogs that are more sns positive than other ships negative which is really refreshing and great (i could also make an entire different list of really good team 7 ship blogs to follow if you’d like since there is a lot more where that came from)

- @sakura-uchiha-uzumaki great taste tbh..great taste

I like a hella lot more blogs but I think this a good selection since if you follow these people you’ll have the rest of the folk that are worth a follow on your dash you kno,, also 4 good memes that are unrelated to naruto follow my good irl friend @snipurrr -this is just me promoing her since her blog will make you laugh so hard you’ll almost forget the inconsistencies in the plot of naruto 

Have fun!!! Blog safely. 

anonymous asked:

I'm not a witch or anything but I've been following your blog for a while along with other magic blogs and I'm really interested in becoming a witch, but I have no idea where to start. do you have any tips for people who want to get into magic?

Ooh have I got posts for you:

Other posts not by me:


  • You do not need to be Wiccan or any other kind of religious to practice magic
    • Nor do you need to be any specific gender, sexuality, race, etc. 
    • The only thing you really need to be a witch is a desire to be so
  • The term “witch” is gender neutral, but you don’t need to go by that if you don’t want to, there are other alternatives
  • Do a lot of research (which you seem to have done, so good on you there, but keep going, it never really stops)
  • Figure out what it is you want to do with magic (everything, only specific types of magic, whether or not you think you might curse, etc.)
    • What you decide for these is not concrete - you are not bound to working with one type of magic if you want to change to something else. What I do is constantly changing
    • On this note, you don’t need a “witchy label” (i.e. sea witch or whatever), these things are just more meant to help other people recognize what sort of magic you practice at a glance - you are also not confined to that label if you decide you want one, you can do other kinds of magic as well
  • Don’t let other people tell you how to do YOUR magic - it’s YOUR craft for a reason; play around, experiment, find what works for you and run with it
    • Sometimes people are just shitty and will tell you you’re doing it wrong no matter what you do - so just kinda be prepared to see that and then promptly ignore it xD
  • See what you already own that you can use within magic, and then find out what you can do with those things
  • Don’t worry about buying “organic,” “fancy,” or “exotic” herbs - you can find the same properties and associations in regular household spices and herbs
    • On that note, if you have a Bulk Barn / Barrel in your area, GET YOUR HERBS FROM THERE. Seriously, Jed and I went to one this past weekend, and they have EVERYTHING. And so cheap!
  • Seriously, you can get a lot of stuff from the dollar store, WalMart, thrift stores - hit these places up if budget is an issue
    • For the longest time all my crystals came from Green Earth, and every single one has worked for what I wanted it to thus far
  • If you don’t care about deities or spirits, just don’t work with them
    • Same thing goes with the astral plane- if you don’t wanna go near it, you don’t need to
  • Practice your fire safety methods
    • DO THIS
  • It’s okay if you don’t practice every day, miss the moon phases or sabbats - these are not the things that define a witch, they are just things you CAN do
    • I have never practiced a single sabbat, and I think Saturday night was the first or second time ever hat I actually had my spellwork correspond with the right day of the week and moon phase
    • It’s seriously okay if things don’t line up perfectly timing wise; it adds a bit of a boost, but not enough to make it or break it
  • Try to have fun with it - magic is not 100% serious all the time, nor does it need to be

Best of luck anon! :D

A Final Goodbye

This blog is turning one year old! And to celebrate it, I will be closing stylessemantics.tumblr.com! So this is my goodbye letter!

If you’re reading this, my blog is officially one year old (is it July 10th already?) Yes future me, it is! And here is why, if you even care. If you don’t then well… I can’t really blame you.

If you don’t want to read all the way to the end: Monday July 10th will be the last day I’ll be around, until exactly 11:59pm. Happy reading!

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anonymous asked:

after watching the new episode i was wondering if it possible for TodoBaku or is there moment that show Bakugou doesn't really mind about Todoroki in the later chapter ? and what's your opinion in TodoBaku ? how do you see their relationship ? Thanx :)

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh what a good great unexpected question - personally, I don’t ship it romantically one bit, but it is one of my favorite dekusquad/bakusquad relationships - I guess you might consider it something similar to an accidental sort-of-friendship neither of them seem to actually have noticed yet? It’s definitely a unique relationship for either of them, at least… they make it clear more than once that they Do Not Give A Fuck about the other’s personal struggles, I just can’t see them talking and finding sympathy in each other, but that just ends up giving them a kind of blunt and no-bullshit relationship that doesn’t stop them from working together when needed. I don’t know how to properly explain it, honestly, but they’re fun! 

I don’t know how much spoilers you want so I’ll keep this as vague as I can, but they do happen together more than either of them would like, and their relationship is a really amusing one for me - Todoroki actually cracks jokes with Bakugou around, though always with his neutral face and making fun of Bakugou himself when he does, and the way he has of just straight out ignoring Bakugou’s insults and fire-spitting and answering as if they were having a civil conversation is weirdly entertaining tbh

I wouldn’t say that Bakugou “doesn’t mind Todoroki”, but he does end up having way more important things to think about than his one-sided rivalry with him, and once he starts settling things with Deku the narrative mostly moves to push in that direction, which means that every interaction he has with Todoroki is either on neutral grounds or in the middle of forced cooperation, pushing any antagonism they might have to the background, really - also, the more the story goes on the more Bakugou becomes civil with the rest of the class, so there’s that too! Anyway, they’re fun to me, I wish to draw more of them in the future tbh

Anon said: I do laugh at Bakugou’s reaction on the podium bc visually its animated funny. But u r right that the whole thing is fucked. How is that even appropriate to do to him? And it takes until after his fight with deku many arcs later for All Might to say “we maybe sort of neglected this kid’s mental health.” Like wtf. It upsets me sometimes to think just how much All Might just doesn’t even *see* Bakugou. So much is wrong about this, from putting Bakugou on display to forcing the medal on him.

Blessed words all of them - it’s why I’m such a fan of the idea of Bakugou without even noticing switching his role model to Aizawa, actually? Aizawa’s the only adult figure in the whole manga who’s constantly been there for Bakugou, he has his future and mental health and reputation constantly in mind and works his ass off to try and help him along as much as possible, he takes note of everything Bakugou goes through, every switch in mood and worsening in personality and interpersonal relationships, and he’s always incredibly fast in nudging him towards the right path again - and Bakugou noticed. He trusts Aizawa to know him, follows his directions and accepts his advices, believes he’ll have his back without an ounce of doubt, that’s the tutor/student relationship Bakugou deserves 

I understand that All Might has a lot of problems of his own and he’s just learning to be a teacher anyway, but he found it in himself to be there for Deku, while Bakugou has been obviously staring at his back for the whole length of the manga and it took All Might 120 chapters to notice, that’s just plain sad

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What a Tease Part 3

1st gif source: X

2nd gif belongs to Bonniebird (gif source: X )

John x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Prompt: You tease John while he is in a meeting.

A/N: I accidentally posted this to my main blog (oops!) so i had to redo the entire post (double oops!). But if you’re reading this it’s finally up so yay! Part two did so well, so I decided to release this earlier than I originally was going to. (Two days after Part 2 instead of a week later!) I’m currently writing part four but based on how long I think part four would be if I tried to end it while including all I want in it I think there will also be a part five but that will most likely be the last part unless I get a lot of people asking for more parts. I have a few ideas for new fics floating around so i might make a vote based thing soon just to give me an idea of what you all would like to see. Okay I’m done rambling. Enjoy and leave me feedback!

John shut the door and stood over leaning against the wall with a still perfect view of you through all of the windows that showed the view of the inside of the betting office. 

“You finally decided to join us, John.” Tommy stated flatly, while taking the longest drag of his cigarette John had ever seen. John just nodded thinking it better to not take a swing at the beehive knowing he would just get stung. His brother seemed upset and he would usually be worried about that but he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you looked up at him. Or the somewhat reserved yet devilish smile you always had while speaking to him. You were untamed yet very held back. Reckless but reserved. Strong but dainty. You were a living contradiction and he loved every ounce of it. 

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A Logical Match

Jim/Spock, Bones, the Enterprise crew

Summary: Jim and Spock have to pretend to be married or risk getting banned from the planet they so desperately need help from. Pre-slash Spirk.

A/N: This is the longest one shot I have ever written and I wrote it in under 24 hours and I hope to god that you will like it.

Other than being my longest one shot to date it’s also my 500th fic on this blog, and I’m also posting it in celebration of James Tiberius Kirk’s (future) birthday, so we’ve got several things to celebrate here! Please enjoy and please consider sending me feedback as it’s always appreciated!

Words: 8 329

In retrospect they could’ve gotten out of the situation very easily. One sentence, one explanation, and everything would have been all set and they wouldn’t have been forced to lie. But as Jim had been standing there, his most respected crew members and rather close friends just behind him, his mouth acted quicker than his brain and he’d ended up blurting out “yes” when the king of a very conservative planet had asked if Spock had been his husband.

“We are receiving a special kind of energy from the two of you which can usually be found among married couples who have been together for a long time,” the king had explained after Jim had choked out a “why” after his first misstep.

Jim hadn’t dared correct himself after that. This planet was conservative, but not in the traditional sense that you usually associated with the time before the 1900’s, Earth time of course. They weren’t against same sex couples or interracial or intergalactical couples. Quite the opposite. But the people didn’t like liars or thieves or immorality or even jokes, and if Jim had told them that he wasn’t actually married to Spock there was a big possibility that they would get angry with him because they’d think he’d disrespected them, and if there was something the crew of the Enterprise needed right now it was their help. So rather than confess that he was a single man, Jim had gone along with it, and seeing as Spock was a logical and intelligent being himself he’d followed his lead.

Jim only allowed himself to look at anyone in his crew once they’d been shown to their rooms and left alone to settle in before dinner.

Coincidentally Spock’s eyes were the first ones his met. “Don’t ask me why I said yes.”

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Hey everybody! It’s honestly pretty amazing how I’ve had this blog up for about five months now, which is perhaps the longest I’ve ever had a roleplay blog!! But of course, this wouldn’t be possible without you guys here, roleplaying with me and sending me memes and junk! So it’s only right to post a timely follow forever! I just want to say, thank you to everyone who has stuck with me from the very beginning, along with everyone else who followed later on!! Each and everyone of you is so incredibly special. So here we go!

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That Can Be Arranged

Another sigh escaped my lips as I checked the time for the hundredth time. Seeing that my date was over an hour late I was reminded as to why I’d always refused blind dates before. I made a mental note to kill my friend for even suggesting such a stupid thing. Here I was in a local restaurant waiting for a guy who clearly wasn’t going to show up whilst strangers around me shot me sympathetic glances and pitying stares. This was one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to me.

“Excuse me, miss, if you’re not going to order then we really need the table” expressed the waitress apologetically causing my eyes to sting. Everyone knew I’d been stood up and I had no idea how to react; should I get up and leave or stay and order?
In an attempt to buy myself more time I ordered a small appetiser so I’d be allowed to stay and wait for a little longer. Left alone to my thoughts again I checked my phone again half to see the time and half in the hope that maybe my date will have messaged. No luck. My home screen was empty.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late I got caught up at work” stated a voice as the owner slid into the chair across from me, startling me in the process. The new arrival was around my age, maybe slightly older, with brown curly hair that was begging me to run my fingers through it and warm brown eyes that were friendly and inviting. One things for certain; he was not my date.

Clearly sensing my confusion the boy leant forward and with a warm smile whispered “I’m saving you from an evening alone just go with it.”

Normally, I’d have simply left and spent the rest of my night with Netflix and McDonald’s, saving the story of the creep in the restaurant for parties or girly gossip sessions. However, something within me wanted me to stay. Realising I’d already gotten dressed up for a date that clearly wasn’t going to take place I saw no harm in having a spontaneous dinner with a stranger. Worst case scenario we were in a crowded restaurant so nothing could go wrong and at least I’d stop receiving the pitying glances from everyone around me.

“So…honey how was work?” I asked with a slight chuckle playing along with his charade

Dinner passed with the two of us chatting and getting to know each other. We’d kept up the act he’d originally initiated and spent most of our meal laughing. Considering the less than pleasant start, my night had taken a surprising and very positive turn.

“Shall we take a walk m'lady” Shawn as I now knew the boy to be, asked whilst offering his arm for me to take. I gladly accepted and we practically skipped out of the restaurant together. Breaking into a sprint I dragged Shawn along behind me heading towards the view of the ocean that awaited us, my path illuminated by quaint street lamps that looked like they belonged in Narnia rather than the cobbled streets my feet were tripping on. It didn’t take long for Shawn to match his pace with mine and I soon felt my feet leave the floor and the world start to spin. Fingers digging into my waste caused a loud cackle to escape my lips and I was very quickly at the mercy of Shawn as he tickled me relentlessly. Once I reached a point where I was gasping for breath, Shawn gently placed me back on my feet and spun me around to face him. Our faces were close enough that I could see the depth of his eyes and I was almost desperate to dive into them.

“I’m so tempted to kiss you right now” he confessed breathlessly, his eyes trained on my lips.

“What’s stopping you?” I asked.

“I feel I should actually take you on a date rather than steal someone else’s before I do that”

“I think that can be arranged”

Ngl this isn’t the longest and not my best AT ALL but I really wanted to post coz I’m sad that all my imagines on my old blog are gone :(


This is back by popular demand (also because I only just read the comments I received)! I’m actually surprised to see that a lot of you have been asking for a part 2 to this and because of that, I decided to do as per requested! Thank you for liking the first part, I really hope this one is good enough! Thank you for your continuous support and to all my new followers, thank you for following! 1118 words of Jason x you.

PS: I revamped the theme to the blog. I have yet to figure out the semantics for mobile app yet but I will get to that as soon as! The masterlist page is empty at the moment because I plan on redoing that as well. Click here for the SLEEPOVER SATURDAY post. 


“Jay, are we there yet?” You ask as you tap your fingers to the beat that is currently playing on the radio. You could hear Jason chuckling quietly to himself at your umpteenth question. “Are you sure I cannot take off my blindfold? It’s not like I know where we are going anyways – I think I feel the air changing earlier on. We are no longer in the city, are we?” You turn your head at his general direction.

Jason smiles to himself before glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. This is one thing he absolutely adores about you – the fact that despite your eagerness to know, you are still abiding his one rule earlier: ‘no peeking until we get there, Y/N’.

“You will be able to take it off once we get there, babe.” Jason tells you before heading towards one of the Big B’s beach house. He places one of his hands on your knee. “We’ll get there soon enough.”

You grumble under your breath but Jason continues to drive. “You do know flowers would have sufficed right?” You tell him. It’s not like you do not know why Jason suddenly decides to take you out today. After all, today actually marks the first year of your anniversary with Jason. A year ago, he had officially asked you to be his girlfriend after playing tug-of-war with you. “I didn’t even manage to bring my present along with me, Jay.”

After what seems like the longest time, Jason finally parks the car and he turns to you, unbuckling your seatbelt before undoing his. He gets out of the car and walks over to your side, helping you out of the car. “I can think of one that can make me extremely happy.” He leads you to the picnic table and stands beside you. “Okay, I’ll take it off now.” Jason only pulls off your blindfold when he sees you nod your head.

You notice the table and a smile appears on your face. You spin around to look at Jason and press a kiss to his cheek before heading to the table. There were small lanterns and flower petals scattered nicely on the table and you also spy a lot of food too.

“How did you manage – “

Jason shrugs as he tugs you towards the table. “I have had help.” It took a lot of bribing and swallowing his own damn pride to even ask the rest of his family to help him set up the entire thing. Damian had given him a lot of snarky comments and he knows the rest of them will not let this go. He can already foresee their constant teasing but if it’s for you, Jason doesn’t think he minds… much.

“Thank you for this, Jason.” You give his hand a squeeze and Jason smiles at you – he does that around you a lot, he notices. You frown when you notice the smile on Jason’s face falls and is replaced with a somewhat worried yet concerned look. “Jay, are you alright?”

Jason nods his head slowly. “I love you.”

You grin before nodding your head. “I love you too.” You have been in love with him since a year ago and it really makes you happy and warm to know that he loves you as well. Not that you doubt his love for you at all.

Jason shakes his head before he pulls you closer to him. The ring in his pocket is getting heavier now. Jason takes a deep breath. It’s really now or never. “I am crazy in love with you.” He corrects himself. “I think – I know – I have been for a long time but I guess, I just did not want to admit it, at least not to myself. I honestly don’t fucking know why you would even stick around, considering the shit we have been through that I know would ruin most couples but you’re still here, still with me.” Jason takes a deep breath and looks away from your very expressive eyes.

You are about to say something because honestly, this was not what you have been expecting, especially not from Jason. You open your mouth to say something but Jason shakes his head so you swallow the words you were about to say. Jason shoves his hand in his pocket before taking out a black box – one that causes your heart to race and your breath to quicken.

Jason hands the box to you and your eyes flick between the velvet box and Jason’s face. With a shaky hand, you open the box to find an extremely gorgeous engagement ring and you inhale sharply.

“I know you deserve more than this half assed proposal from me right before we eat.” Jason mutters, shaking his head. He should have saved this talk right after the two of you have dinner – he remembered you barely ate anything today. “To be honest, I really thought you would leave once you figure that I came with a whole lot of baggage, not just with my nightmares but with my past as well. I don’t know what I did in my past life – I must have saved a dozens of presidents or something – to deserve you but you are really it for me.” Jason holds one of your hand and laces your fingers with his. “You are the only person I ever want, Y/N and as silly as this may sound, for the longest time, all of my future plans involved you and I can’t imagine anyone else being in my life forever.”

Jason reaches for the ring and gets down on his knees. You let out a gasp as your eyes follow him. “I know I can be shitty sometimes and most of the time, an idiot and an ass but I can assure you that I am your idiot and your ass.” You blink back the tears, letting out a small giggle at what he had just said. “Because of that, I promise to always be yours, if you will have me that is. Because I am very much in love with you, Y/N, would you marry me?”

You smash your lips to his, one hand reaching up to pull his face close to yours as much as you can. The tears finally escape your eyes and you can feel Jason grinning in to the kiss. Pulling away from the kiss, you nod your head. “Yes, Jason Todd. Yes.”

Jason smirks before sliding the beautiful ring on to your finger, pulling you in to his embrace. “Still think flowers would be enough, Y/N?” He asks you cheekily and you laugh before rolling your eyes.

I Want You

Throw back to the very first fic I wrote and posted on the old blog!

Originally posted by reidmeright

After what felt like the longest week ever you we’re ready to let lose, and thankfully the rest of the team was on the same page. Morgan convinced everyone to meet him at some new club that was opening up this weekend. You quickly showered, threw on the first black dress you found, shoes to match. You finished doing your make up just as the doorbell ring.

 Spencer had agreed to pick you up, he said it was so you could drink as many margaritas as you wanted, but you knew behind the consideration was the truth; that he didn’t want to go alone. He wasn’t into these kinds of gatherings but you were hoping he would at least have some fun.  

“Hey you made it on time” you opened the door; he gave you a small wave. He was already tense standing by your door. You grabbed your bag, and keys and rushed out.

The place was crowded, how Morgan got you guys in was a miracle. Everyone was sitting around a table on the second floor.

“Morgan, who do you know that got us in here” you said excited as you hugged everyone. Penelope handed you a huge glass of some pretty mixed drink before moving over enough space for you and Spencer. “I know people, people know me” he said with a big smile on his face. 

Everyone was socializing, it wasn’t long before Morgan found some girls to flirt with, JJ and Emily we’re on the dance floor, Penelope and Rossi went to the bar. “You sure you don’t want anything to drink Spence?” you came back with two drinks, neither of them for him. “No, no thank you” he didn’t look present, his mind was somewhere else, far away from here. 

“Did you want to dance?” you shot up a smile at the genius sitting next to you “No, I’m sorry I’m really not into this” before you could say anything Spencer headed for the door.

“Spence?” you walked through the doors of the club looking all around for the genius who was pacing back and forth. His eyes wouldn’t leave the ground as you walked up to him. “Hey are you okay?” he refused to look at you. “I suck at this, I’m awful at this”

“At going to clubs?”

“No, being around people, talking to people, I look weird, I feel even weirder, I don’t belong in there, everyone can see that”

“No that’s not true, you’re with us, your friends, me, you belong here”

His warm brown eyes met yours, “You’re amazing Spence, you’re smart, and caring, loving, and all those people can’t see that by just looking at you, but I can, and I do constantly, all the time.”

Before you could finish your sentence Spencer had thrown his arms around you, holding you tightly.

“Let’s ditch everyone, come home with me,” you said once he finally let go of you.

You shot Penelope a text letting her know you weren’t feeling very well, so Spencer had to take you home.

You turned on the lights to the living room, dropping your coat on the couch. Spencer walked slowly behind you as you made your way to the kitchen. “You know I found that in most cases, wine will make anything better” you poured two glasses and handed him one.

“I hate seeing you like this Spence, you’re amazing, I wish you could see your self through my eyes, you wouldn’t ever doubt your self again” he smiled looking down at his glass of wine.

“You don’t have to do that”

“Do what?”

“Lie, just to make me feel better”

“I’m not lying, Spence I love you and –“

“You love me,” he blurted out loud.

“Yeah I love you—“ his lips abruptly met yours, before you could even think about how to react, your kissed him back, passionately.

Time stood still as your wrapped your hands around his hair, this felt so perfect. He brushed the hair our of your face “You make everything better.”

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Tiny Hero au

the au where the Defenders are in high school and suffering:

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