alright, just gonna get right on down to the nitty gritty with this one because i dunno, it makes me excited.
so! in mark’s february charity livestream, although he talks about dark, he drops this little piece of info, saying, “much like warfstache, [dark] doesn’t obey the laws of physics.” which got me thinking: alright, we know from mark’s words that dark bleeds into this world/reality from wherever he’s from. but just how does wilford break physics? well that, ladies and gentlemen and all configurations of being, is what i’m proposing…
wilford warfstache breaks physics by breaking the fourth wall.
now, hear me out on this, alright? let’s look at the markiplier tv video first.
after the third sequence of the jim twins delivering their news, we’re met with this short little clip of wilford trying to push his name away. typically in tv and film media, characters are unaware of the credits around them. needless to say, wilford is breaking the fourth wall because he too is aware of things that only the audience is made aware of, by trying to push his name away.
another example is during the conference scene with all the other of mark’s characters, where he says, “it’s gonna change everything we know about television, trust you me.”
trust you me…. this one seems pretty obvious. we all know that these are just characters that mark has dressed up as, but it seems that wilford himself knows this as well. essentially what he’s saying here is something like “trust me because we’re the same person (mark)”. it’s very meta, but once again wilford is made very aware of this.
still with me on this? okay, now let’s take a step back further and look back at wilford’s ‘more?’ video from a date with markiplier.
when he first see wilford, he’s literally just a floating head, welcoming everyone to his “humble abode”. of all places to live, why live in some weird pink swirly dimension, am i right?
even more so, wilford states “in all this time going through this game, have you stopped to ponder the possibility that you are not what you think you are?” once again here, wilford being meta and referencing the whole a date with mark experience, calling it a ‘game’ which pretty much is what it is.
the ending with wilford comes out to be the “true ending”, where you ‘discover the truth’ that you were actually chica all along. wilford knows this ending (and probably all the endings) and segues you to it. needless to say, overall, wilford seems to know everything about everything.
so yeah, this is just my understanding. i hope it makes sense! 💖
Could you do a Jeff Atkins imagine of being Clay's twin sister and a good player on the girls soccer team and like Monty and Bryce keep harassing you because you're good looking but you can't stand them because they're jerks and Jeff comes to you're rescue when they get aggressive because he considers Clay and you friends and most of all he likes you (and you obviously like him back)??
title: i am lying in wait
word count: 1143
note: it took me writing this fic to realize how much i actually love jeff atkins he’s a cinnamon roll can i just like……. save him……….
Most of the time, attention had never bothered you. In fact, you were used to having all eyes on you. Being one of the best players on the Liberty High girls’ soccer team had proven time and time again that having people notice you all the time just came with the skill. You could, however, discern which attention was unwanted.
High school boys, for the most part, were really fucking stupid. You’d come to this conclusion on your third day of freshman year when Bryce Walker and Justin Foley had come into school smelling of weed and obviously very high. You made a mental note to never get involved with a boy until you were out of high school and into the world of college; you changed your mind when your twin brother, Clay, introduced you to Jeff Atkins, a boy in your grade whom Clay had met in his World History class.
Three years of flirting with one another had led nowhere. It was obvious that you liked Jeff and he liked you back, but it never happened. You were too shy to say anything to him about it and he wasn’t sure if he could bring it up on his own, so there you were, stuck in an endless flirtationship.
Soccer practice was always during the same time basketball practice was, but the basketball players were always done and out before the soccer kids were. You were running defense drills when the boys showed up to sit in the bleachers that lined the field; Bryce and Montgomery were there, as usual, with those shit-eating grins ever ingrained on to their face.
“Looking good, [Name],” Bryce shouted after you.
“Hell yeah, babe! Those shorts are extra short today,” Monty added.
If your face hadn’t already been burning from the effort you were putting into today’s practice, you’d be flushed from embarrassment. Thankfully, your coach came to your rescue the first time, yelling at them to not distract her players. It kept them from making remarks for a while until she left to get some more soccer balls from the gym to practice passing.
As the remarks went on, they grew more and more aggressive. It was obvious these guys were creeps, they always had been, but it made you feel like shit when they objectified you like that. You had to focus extra hard on passing to your partner to block out the comments. Nevertheless, they persisted.
Jeff was just leaving the library, his backpack slung carelessly over his shoulder as he made his way to the soccer field. He always stayed for your practices so he could drive you home and talk with you. Tutoring with Clay was getting done just as the coach was clearing the field, telling the girls to rest up for the game that weekend. He could have sworn he’d be able to hear those sickening catcalls from two of the biggest jerks on campus from three miles away.
As the bleachers came into view, he could see you seated on the very edge of the bottom row, your head down and your eyes focused on switching into a more comfortable pair of shoes instead of your cleats. Bryce and Monty had moved to sit in the two seats above you, and it was clear you were as uncomfortable as could be. With no signs of the two stopping, Jeff approached.
“Come on, [Name], we just think you’re really sexy,” Bryce was throwing down endless nicknames that made you feel worse by the second.
“Hey, Jensen!” Jeff called, smiling brightly in your direction; he could clearly see how relieved you were when he showed up. He grew closer and you stood up, focusing your attention on him instead of the two assholes behind you in the bleachers. The baseball player wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder as he glared up at them. “These guys giving you trouble?”
“Just a little,” you said, shrinking against his side.
“Aw, come on, babe. We were just complimenting you,” Monty supplied, a sickening smirk on his face, one that mirrored the one on Bryce.
You wanted to fold in on yourself, melt into a puddle right there on the sidelines, do anything that would get you away from the two basketball players who made your life a living hell when they were around. What they said was gross, something that really shouldn’t ever be said, yet here they were, clearly making you uncomfortable.
“Listen, de la Cruz. She’s not your babe. I suggest you stop treating her like she’s some piece of meat you can have. She’s clearly uncomfortable with what you’re saying to her and it needs to stop. Learn how to treat a girl and maybe you’ll finally get one,” Jeff retorted quickly, his free hand clenching into a fist.
He didn’t even wait for them to respond; they looked dumbfounded. As they stared, Jeff grabbed your duffel bag, slung it over his other shoulder and coaxed you to his car, a sympathetic look on his face.
“Sorry if what I said back there seemed possessive or something like that,” he apologized as he tossed your bag in the back seat and opened the passenger door for you. “I just know that they’ve been harassing you for a while now and I was getting really mad about it.”
“Thanks. I didn’t have the courage to tell them to stop and even if I did, I don’t think they would have taken no for an answer.”
“It’s no problem.”
The car was silent as Jeff pulled out of the student parking lot. You turned to look at him and rested your hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.
“Seriously. That was really nice of you to do for me.”
He didn’t turn to look at you, but you could see the smile that pulled at the corners of his lips as you spoke your second thanks. When your hand pulled away from his shoulder and you looked back to the road in front of you, his right hand reached overs to grab yours.
“It’s not right that he was calling you babe and all that. Those are reserved for, like, boyfriends.”
You raised an eyebrow and glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. “Really? Are you trying to tell me something, Jeff?”
The blush creeped adorably fast onto his cheeks and you giggled quietly, intertwining your fingers with his.
“You know, if you wanna call me nicknames like that, I’m okay with it.”
The roses bloomed an even deeper shade of red, adorning his cheeks with an adorable flush that made him look heavenly in the golden sunshine.
“You think if we go to Rosie’s right now, we could consider it a first date?”
Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…
Guys I need help, I don't know what to get Mina for her birthday.
You've come to the right place, if there's one thing Im Nayeon excels at, it's gift giving.
For my birthday last year you gave me dish soap
That wasn't a gift, I was reminding you to do your chores. Anyway Chaeyoung, what kind of response do you want from Mina. Surprise? Joy? Fondness?
Actually I kind of want to get her something that will make her [lowers her voice] fall in love with me
Well, I have no clue. Everyone already loves me, I don't need to give them gifts for that. Does anyone else have any ideas?
Mina likes dancing, you could take her dancing
Momo we're suggesting birthday present ideas, not ideas for a date
Oh, ok then. Just ask her on a date
You know what's really romantic? Ice skating. Mina would look so cute in the snow
I'm not gonna ask her out guys. I'm barely at the stage where I can talk to her without stuttering.
Dude why are you trying so hard? Just put some money in a birthday card and be done with it
You guys are useless.
[Putting her book down] Alright Chae, you want to win Mina over? Here's what you do. I want you to think of something that Mina is passionate about, something she cares about. What's the first thing that comes into your mind?
[Clapping her hands together] That's it! You get matching YuruYuri roleplay outfits for you and Mina.
Requested: It’s kinda sad but it’s where y/n and Shawn have a kid but not long after he or she is born Shawn has to go back on tour but when he gets back 4 or 5 months later their kid doesn’t recognize Shawn and it obviously hurts him
You shift your baby boy in your arms, telling him for the probably the fiftieth time today, “Baby, guess who’s coming home?” Of course, at four months old, he isn’t going to answer you. Instead, he just looks up at you, eyes sparkling. His brown eyes look so much like his father’s. Having him around is at least some condolence for the fact that Shawn is gone so much. You answer your own question, “Your daddy is coming home today,” You tell him, a large smile spreading across your face, and he smiles in response, although he doesn’t actually understand you. “He’ll be home any minute now.” You tell your son, planting a kiss on his chubby cheek before placing him down on the carpet to play by himself.
You’re beyond excited for your husband to finally come home. Two months was far too long to be away from him, but he was on his world tour and even though it pained both of you to be apart for so long, you didn’t want to fly overseas with your son while he was still so young, and the way that Shawn’s tour was planned out, it didn’t leave enough time for him to come all the way home to see you two. You facetimed frequently, and sent Shawn about a million pictures and videos of your son, and even then he always wanted more.
It’s been two weeks since Mr Evans’ funeral, James’ mum informs them sombrely she clicks on her left indicator to leave the train station carpark. Sirius shoots James a look, but James just stares out the window and counts the number of garden gnomes they pass.
(Nobody has garden gnomes in London, except Notorious Nick from halls in first year, and even then, he’d stolen them.
He’d let James help him go at them with cricket bats in the courtyard after exams. Smashing a ceramic gnome with a swing that would’ve scored a six was one of life’s finer pleasures, he’d decided.)
“How long are you boys staying for?” Euphemia asks, and this earns James another look from Sirius.
“Not sure yet,” Sirius says, but he’s still giving James that look, the one that tells James when he’s being too depressing, or too melancholy, and Sirius is this close to calling his mum about it. It’s a look that says why are you keeping secrets from us?
“A while, I think,” James says.
“Oh?” Euphemia tries to make eye contact with James through the rearview mirror, but he stares steadfastly at the back of the headrest in front of him.
“Is it alright if we go to Pete’s before dinner?”
She pauses, trying to weigh the situation. “Of course.”
You and Joe have been dating for a little over a year now and you have gotten to know Joe’s family quite well in that time. You and Joe had decided spend a few days in Wiltshire to get away from the busy city life of London and spend time with Joe’s family.
“What do you two have planed for today?” Graham asked as the three of you sat around the table eating breakfast.
“Not sure really, might just have a walk around town, Y/N’s not seen everything yet” Joe answered his dad’s question.
“That sounds good to me seeing that we go back to London tomorrow.” You said sadly. Joe was right when he said that you were going to love the country side.
“Hey we’ll make it back more often this year, I promise. I need to take more time away from YouTube sometimes and what better way than coming over to see Daddy Sugg.” Joe said patting his dad on the shoulder.
“You guys are welcome anytime you know that and who knows maybe next visit you two will be looking at wedding venues” Graham said causing Joe to choke on his drink.
“You’re just as bad as the subscribers you know that” You laughed as Joe tired his hardest to control his cough.
“Cheers dad for almost killing me”
“Hey it could happen” Graham said before taking the plates off the table and walking them over to the sink.
The day was coming to an end and you and Joe were sat in a small restaurant watching the sun set through the window.
“Do we have to go back to London?” You said standing and throwing on your coat.
“I’m afraid so, we both have work on Monday” Joe said reaching for your hand which you gladly excepted and let him lead you out of the restaurant.
You frowned at Joe’s words as you walked over to his car. You knew he was right, you had to go back to work on Monday and Joe had a ton of meetings. But you also knew that he meant what he said about coming back more often because, whether Joe admitted it or not, he really missed home.
“Alright love, where are we off to now? Back to dad’s to chill or we can go to a bar.” Joe said once you two got in his car.
“Home’s fine, I kind of want to relax, we can watch that movie your dad was going on about last night.” you said smiling over at Joe.
The two of your arrived home and quickly changed yourselves out of your clothes and into something more comfortable and then headed back downstairs to find Graham had already set up the movie along with a few snacks.
You were woken up by a gentle hand moving across your cheek. Blinking your eyes open, you focused them on the tv screen that was now rolling through the end credits.
“How long was I asleep for?” You said looking up at Joe.
“Awhile, you maybe saw 15 minutes” Joe laughed lightly as you sat up and rubbed the sleep out eyes.
“Whoops, I guess the day just caught up with me” You said grabbing hold of Joe’s hand so he could help you off the couch.
“Well then off to bed it is” He said kissing your temple before turning off the tv and following you up the stairs.
The two of you did your nightly routine, brushing you teeth, washing your face, the usual things you did before you officially called it a night. You tucked yourself into bed when you heard Joe shout goodnight to his dad who was still downstairs before he entered the room and closed the door behind him. Joe climbed in bed and quickly pressed his lips against yours.
“Joe,” You managed to get out between kisses.
“Hmmm?” Joe hummed against your lips, before he deepened the kiss by pulling you on top of him.
You let out a small giggle before placing your lips back on Joe’s. “You’re dads awake.”
“So?” Joe said running his finger tips over the smooth skin of your bare legs.
“So stop it” you said pushing his hands off your legs.
Joe quickly moved his hands back, this time moving them higher up your thigh, “You know,” Joe said looking down at his hands on your skin, “I really like it when you sleep in just my t-shirt”
“Oh?” You raised and eyebrow up at him.
“Mhmm” he said reaching up to connect his lips with your again. Joe’s hands traveled from your thighs to your bum giving it a small squeeze as the kiss heated.
Joe fingers moved themselves underneath the lining your panties working their way back to your core.
“Joe” You said against his lips.
“Shhh, you’re going to have to be quiet love. My dads awake.” He said sliding a finger along your wet slit. You let out a airy moan when he slid a finger in and out slowly.
Joe flipped you over so you were laying next to him on the bed, your legs spread apart, his hand still inside your panties working at your core. Joe’s fingers slowed when you heard the stairs creak under the weight of his dad as he climbed up them. Joe pulled his fingers out of you and quickly removed your underwear followed by his own before moving himself over you, his weight held up by his hands.
Joe positionsed himself at you entrance and slowly pushed into you, your hand moving over your mouth to muffle your moan. Joe picked up the pace a little but still kept it slow to avoid any unnecessary noise.
Joe had only been thrusting into you for a few minutes when there was a quiet knock on the door before it opened slowly which caused both you and Joe to panic. Joe rolled himself off of you just as Graham had fully opened the door.
“DAD!” Joe said pulling the duvet up and over the two of you.
You tried to conceal your blush and laughter as you watched Graham jump at the sudden outburst and then realize what he had just walked in on.
“Oh I’m sorry, sorry. I forgot Y/N was here!” Graham said quickly backing out of the room and shutting the door.
You started laughing which caused Joe to shoot you a look before his attention was drawn to the sound of his phone receiving a text. He picked it up, reading the message quickly before rolling his eyes and jumping out of bed and pulling on some pants.
Joe left the room, the sound of footsteps up and down the stairs and muffled voices could be heard before Joe finally emerged back into the room.
He shut the door behind him before undressing himself again and getting back in bed. You looked over at him watching in the dark as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Umm, you alright?” You asked after a while of silence.
“Yep, dad just needed help finding something. We had a weird talk that I never thought I’d have to experience that ended with ‘I didn’t see anything by the way’.”
You let out small giggle at the slight fear in Joe’s voice.
“What?” He said turning to look at you.
“I told you.” You said, reaching over the bed to grab your underwear that Joe had tossed to the ground. You tugged them on before curling yourself around Joe, kissing his cheek and resting your head on his chest.
The next morning was weird. As the two of you got ready to head back to London, you could hear Graham rummaging through the kitchen downstairs and could tell Joe was dreading having to go down for breakfast.
“C’mon Joe, we can’t stay up here all day.” You said taking a seat on the made bed as you watched Joe repack his things for the third time.
“Maybe we can climb out of the window, it doesn’t seem that high up” Joe said moving to the window after zipping his bag up.
“You can jump out the window, I’ll be downstairs eating breakfast. Don’t call me when you’re hurt” You said moving for the door as you heard Joe groan behind you.
The two of you marched your way down the stairs and into the kitchen where Graham had been making breakfast.
“Morning Graham” You said taking a seat at the table watching Joe avoid eye contact with his dad.
“Morning guys” Graham said placing a plate full of eggs, toast and bacon on the table before taking a seat himself. “So um-”
“Don’t dad, lets just forgot this happened please” Joe said going in for the food.
You let out another small laugh as you looked over at Graham who looked pretty embarrassed.
“How are you not freaking out about this?” Joe said looking over at you.
“I just think it’s funny” You said letting out another laugh.
“It’s not.” Joe said shaking his head.
“This clearly hasn’t happened for you before has it?” you asked looking between Joe and Graham.
“No honestly, you’re the first girl Joe’s ever really brought home and to my knowledge, Zoe’s never had sex here” Graham said trying to remember the past.
“Alright dad enough please.” Joe said looking over at his dad.
“Hey fine, okay. This never happened.” Graham said putting his hands up in defense.
“Thank you.” Joe said letting out a sigh and taking a sip of his orange juice.
“Alright lets talk about something else. So when the wedding?” Graham said causing Joe to yet again choke on his drink.
Warnings: sexual innuendo, mild violence (Sparring)
Word Count: 1097
Summary: Bucky’s your new sparring partner in your group training session
A/N: I don’t know how happy I am with this but I also wanted to get something posted for you guys…Feedback greatly appreciated !!
I smirked victoriously as I knocked Tony back down onto the floor for the third time, my knee braced against the middle of his back. He huffed in frustration, managing to turn himself around so he was looking up at me, a disgruntled expression on his face. I laughed, tapping my finger against the middle of his chest.
“Come on, it’s like you aren’t trying at all.”
I pushed myself back to my feet, helping Tony to stand before lowering myself back down into a fighting stance, a smile playing across my lips. I loved the days where we all trained as a group, being able to use some of the pent up energy that the boxing bag just didn’t get rid of. Steve had us go over multiple techniques and fighting regimes but hand to hand combat - Like Natasha - was my forte.
“Remind me again why we’re all learning this?” Tony grumbled, stretching out his arms while looking at Steve. We’d been on the mat twenty minutes and while I’d knocked him on his ass a few times already, he hadn’t been able to land even his first hit on me. “Well we don’t all have fancy metal suits to protect us,” Clint replied from the sidelines, Tony glaring in his direction. “Aw Tony, I’ll go easy on you this time,” I jested. “I promise.”
He mumbled something under his breath before getting back on the mat, lowering himself down into the same stance I’d taken, his fists in front of him as he prepared for my attack. I licked my lips, sending him a quick wink before I launched forward, using his outstretched hands as a foot hold, wrapping my leg around his neck. I used my body weight to try and tip us forward, hoping that Tony would lose his balance but I was surprised when Tony leant back instead, toppling both of us onto the floor, his body on top of mine. I would have been annoyed over not being able to see that coming but the look of elation on Tony’s face was enough to send me into a fit of laughter.
“I did say I’d go easy on you I suppose,” I said as Tony helped me back to my feet. “Easy? Pfft,” Tony scoffed. “You didn’t even see that coming.” He ruffled my hair affectionately before stepping off the mats, grabbing his water bottle as he sat down. I turned back to Steve. “Who am I going against now?” “I’d go,” Clint joked from his seat. “But that just wouldn’t be fair on you y/n/n, wouldn’t want it to be an uneven fight.” “Come show me what you got Barton,” I replied, cocking one of my eyebrows. “I’d have that smirk wiped off your face in seconds.”
finally started on my modern history notes! this was my first time trying to make my notes look good and i think i did alright. currently trying to fix my sleeping schedule so that i can properly revise before school starts again.
+ thank you to @emmastudies for the lovely desktop background!
Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other members of the avengers team.
Word Count: 2.1K
Summary: y/n a member of the Stark scientific research team meets Bucky after waking him up from cryo sleep. She fits him with a new arm and a friendship begins to grow.
A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.
Every time you walk into the room it seems as if time slows down. Whenever you walk towards Natasha, to her, it seems as if you’re walking in slow motion, hips swaying back and forth, your hair flawlessly flowing in the wind… god was she in love with you. Honestly Nat was, to put it like the teenagers would, so “shook.” She has never been this smitten with someone, the stone cold assassin has always taught herself to be distanced, she could never let someone she loved get hurt. Seeing how absolutely badass you were made her change her mind, you didn’t need protecting however she did whenever she was around you.
Back to reality, you were waving your hand in front of her face to get her attention.
“Earth to Nat?”
She shakes herself out of her mind, “Uh yea w-whats up?”
You laugh and point to the cloth next to her. Making the connection Natasha nodded as handed it to you. She watched as with a detailed eye, you clean your guns. In Nat’s peripheral she could see the rest of the avengers watching this exchange. She turned her head and silenced any potential laughter with a death glare. She got up, brushed her hands off on her pants and walked over to the super group.
“Gosh, Nat.. you’re obviously crushing so hard, it’s almost as if you’re a teenager again.” Clint patted the Black Widow’s back.
“You’re a trained and might I add, highly deadly assassin, why don’t you just go talk to her?”
Natasha glared at Tony and he backed away with his hands raised in surrender. She walked away from them and went to the training room that was thankfully empty. The only thing she could think to do to get out her anger was to punch something, so she did. The assassin in was so immersed in what she was doing that she didn’t notice you come into the room in your tight black shorts and crop top.
“Nat?” you tried to yell over the sound of angsty punching.
“Oh.. OH, Hey [y/n],” she stopped punching and tried to look you in the eye.
“Yea, yea.. I’m good, great even.” She kept on repeating things as to reassure herself.
“Ok…. did you wanna train together? Finally try to beat me?” you teased.
“of course, just you wait..”
You were the only one that could beat the Black Widow in a sparring match. If Nat had her head clear she could probably beat you but holding her in choke hold with your legs wasn’t the best for her mental health.. if ya know what I mean.
“Steve, get in here so you can be the referee!”
Walking in Steve was smirking, he was so glad he would finally get to witness this train wreck. He stepped into the ring.
“Alright ladies, I want a clean fight,” He sends a wink over to Nat and steps out, signaling for the start of the match.
You sent the first punch. Natasha barely dodged it because she realized how beautiful you were, even if you were trying to beat her up.
Before she knew it she was on the ground under your smirking face.
“And the win goes to [Y/N]” Steve said.
Still sitting on Natasha you said “I think that was our quickest match yet, huh Steve?” He looks at the timing feature on his knew technologically advanced watch, thanks to Tony.
“Yup,” he smiled at you.
“This was so much fun, thanks Nat,” you look down at her with what seemed like the brightest most purest grin on the planet.
“Anytime [Y/N], Anytime.” Natasha put her head back on the ground as you got off of her. Oh Boy was Black Widow head over heels in love.
((A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST, I TOO AM IN LOVE WITH OUT FIERY LADY, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!!))
i'd like to do my end-of-degree project about something related to queer history (since i'm studying history) but it's very usa centric all what i know and i'm from europe, plus idk how would people react when i tell them (like maybe they'll try to convince me to do another topic) and^this would mean to out myself and this all is dismotivating me from doing it. any idea of where i could look into (i was thinking about asexuality or trans/nb history) or any message of positivity and confidence tx
Alright so there are a number of things we would love to address in this ask. First European queer history, so with that you have two avenues you can go through; a person by person basis (so if you go in depth on one person who happens to be queer such as King Kristina of Sweden then no one can say anything because you are just reporting the facts of a subject) or a queer movement in which case our suggestion is you look at pre-WW2 Berlin for an absolute wealth of information.
And now for how people will react. I am never going to try and push anyone into come out, and I don’t know enough about your situation to know if it safe, or if it is something you really want to do and will make your life easier, but I will give you some excuses in case you don’t want to come out.
“I am just trying to be a good ally”
“I am really interested in this period of history/person”
“I find unrecorded history really compelling”
“I have a friend who told me about it and it seemed really interesting.”
But you also can come out this way, if you feel like that is something you want to do and are comfortable with this method then this is a good way. Or you could come out earlier if this isn’t the way you want people to find out, but you want to be out.
Lastly know that no matter what you do or what you decide you are the product of thousands of years of work and lifetimes dedicated to pushing forward queer rights. And whatever you do or do not do, you are a credit to all the people who have come before you just by existing. No matter what choice you make, I am proud of you, and I truly believe that so many of the people I have written about would be too.
If you decide to research you are furthering the work of giants like Magnus Hirschfeld, and Arthur Kronfeld. If you choose to take a different path and stay in the closet and write in subtext and code you follow the footsteps Oscar Wilde or Greta Garbo.
And we here are proud of you, for your desire to do this work, even if you don’t end up doing it right now I can promise you the desire will never leave. Whether you end up doing this paper or not this desire is going to find its way into your work, there is no creator who has been able to fully separate themselves from their creations. So no matter what you do, it is going to be amazing, and it is going to make all the people who have come before you proud.
Theo imagine where he comes back from hell and you’re there with Liam and
Hayden, and he remembers your relationship.
taking the scene from my memory, so if it’s not very accurate I’m sorry :) And
thank you for requesting, I love Theo so much!!!!
think I ended up making this a little bit longer than I had intended so I
removed a flashback where reader broke someone’s nose because I didn’t know how
to finish it. Hope that’s okay, and if someone would want me to I could post
had told you he was going to try to bring Theo back, you had immediately told
him you wanted to be there when he did it. Hayden had been unsure if it would
be a good idea, but you had insisted. Liam knew that this meant a lot to you,
as you had never really let go of your former boyfriend, trying to convince
everyone he had learned his lesson and he didn’t deserve whatever they had done
to him. They felt bad for you, sure, but they never really thought he was good
enough for you. They said that they were your friend, and that’s why they
wanted you to move on. That Theo had done more bad than good in life, and that
you deserved better. You disagreed. Theo had been the best things that had ever
happened to you, not counting becoming a part of the McCall pack and befriending
the amazing people you now called your family.
they only wanted the best for you, and they cared about you. You knew that.
That’s why you were standing in a dark tunnel with Liam and Hayden, waiting for
them to stop talking to Kira’s mother and get to the part where they brought
Theo back. They didn’t want to bring him back for you of course, it was simply
because they wanted his powers, but you didn’t care. You just couldn’t wait to
hold him close and tell him how much you missed him. How often you dreamt about
mother brushed past you and Liam turned to look at you and Hayden, with a rather
unsure look on his face. He began walking and stopped a few steps away. The
sword which Kira’s mother had handed him glowed a blue color as Liam raised it
into the air with the sharp end pointing towards the ground.
wait!” Hayden called, but it was too late. Liam had already pushed the sword
into the ground. It cracked, and revealed a just as blue, just as glowing light
as the sword. Liam backed and you all stared at the ground, waiting for
something to happen. A hand suddenly broke through the ground. A hand with
sharp claws. Someone dirty and dusty climbed up from below, and dust filled the
room making you cough. Theo took a deep breath and when he opened his eyes they
glowed a bright yellow. A growl escaped his lips. In one quick movement he
suddenly had Liam pressed against the wall, his arm pressed against his neck.
We don’t want to hurt you, we brought you back!”
sister?” Theo growled, turning his head to look at Hayden. “I’m going to kill
you. I’ll kill all of you!” He said through gritted teeth and you thought maybe
this was the time for you to speak up.
sister is dead, Theo. Remember? You killed her.” You put your hand on his
Theo let go
of Liam and turned to look at you when he heard your voice. Old memories of
your time together flashed before his eyes.
“Theo, come on. We have to study!” you laughed
and looked up into his eyes. He had a small smirk on his lips, as his nose
touched yours. You were placed on your back on your bed, and he was hovering
over you with his elbows resting on either side of your face.
“Why?” he chuckled. He moved his face a little
bit a pressed a short kiss to your jaw, and then another one a little bit
higher up. He kept pressing kisses to your face, each time getting closer and
closer to your lips. You felt a giggle escape you.
“Just because you’re planning on taking over
the world, doesn’t mean you can just ignore school.” You told him. He made a
humming noise and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes and
placed your hands on his cheeks. “I’m serious, I don’t want to fail” you
managed to say when you took a small breathing pause. He grinned and gave you a
“Alright, but we’ll get back to this later.”
“Alright, later. But first we study.”
Your mother stared at the two of you sighing,
with her hand on her forehead. She slowly tilted her head down towards the
ground, so you couldn’t see her eyes. It made you incredibly nervous. You hoped
that she wouldn’t scold you. Well, actually you were more nervous wondering if
she’d let you and Theo see each other again. For weeks you had kept this
relationship secret. Weeks, and now she suddenly knew.
“Mama, I… “ you began, trying to think of
something to say. Your mother looked up, while Theo looked nervous and
confused. He looked like a puppy.
“(y/n), Stiles came to talk to me this morning,
he told me everything.” She sighed.
“What is everything? Mom, I love Stiles but he’s
probably overreacting. Stiles doesn’t like Theo, and it’s honestly just him
“He told me that he’s dangerous. I’ve known
Stiles his whole life, and I know he has a wild imagination but he is very
right Mrs. (lastname). Stiles is very smart, and I actually don’t know what I’ve
done for him to dislike me, but I promise I’d never do anything to hurt your
son/daughter.” Theo tried to reason.
Your mother still looked very unsure on whether to trust the two of you or not.
“Mom I love him.” You blurted out, desperate
for your mother’s approval. Theo glanced at you with a confused look. You’d
never said that out loud.
“Please don’t make me regret this. Your past
relationships have not ended very well, and I just care about you.” Your mother
finally decided. You tackled her in a hug and thanked her, before grabbing Theo’s
hand and leading him out of the room.
“I love you” you repeated the moment you
stopped, with your cheeks a light pink color. Theo stared at you in disbelief
for a very long time, trying to figure out how to respond. He suddenly took a
step towards you and cupped your cheek, his other arm resting around your
“Theo-“ you began, hoping that he would say
something. He cut you off with a kiss, and stayed like that with his face close
“I love you too” he hummed against your lips.
You smiled and put your hands on his shoulder, gripping his jacket.
you help me? You let them… You let her take me!” He sounded upset as he stared
at you. He had been quiet for a little while and you understood that he had all
the right to be angry at you.
so sorry, Theo. I tried to look for you, I tried to convince them to take you
back but no one wanted to help me. I tried.” You got out, sounding incredibly
pained. Theo seemed like he didn’t know what to do. A few tears slipped down
your cheeks as you threw yourself forwards, pulling him in for a hug. It didn’t
take long for him to react, and he held you tightly against is chest, pressing
his lips against your forehead.
you so much” you croaked. “So, so much.”
Clony Fanfiction - Do you really like my arms? - Part 1
One summer evening, after homework was completed and the dishes were done, Clay Jensen was rummaging through his closet.
‘What to wear?’ Clay thought to himself.
Searching through the mass of shirts, he seemed unconcerned with the discarded items being strewn about the floor of his room. Focused, but quite frankly agitated, the young man finally decided on a short sleeve, black, button up shirt. He had to leap around the few empty spots of floor to lay it on the bed, but completed his mission. In this success however, another challenge met him. Where were his khakis?
Just as this thought entered his mind, his phone buzzed. When Clay pulled the phone out of his shirt pocket, Tony’s name was displayed across the screen. Instead of answering, he declined the call and texted him to, “Come upstairs.” He still had to find his pants, after all. He hopped around his room like an off balance bunny, nearly slipping, but proceeded to search in his clothes hamper. To and fro, he looked here and there, but no luck.
Clay placed his finger on his chin, when he finally accepted that his search was fruitless. ‘Looks like I’m going in my jeans. Oh well, black goes with everything, right?’ Kicking the scattered remnants of his search into his closet, and shutting the door with some necessary force, he started to grow more excited for the end of the year party that would take place that night. The plan was for Tony to drive them, they’d grab a bite to eat at a local diner, and then go to the party to blow off some steam, alcohol style.
So when Clay heard his mom say, “Hi Tony, come on in! Nice to see you, ” he knew he was past his deadline to be ready. He pulled his t-shirt off, tossed it into his hamper, when there came a light knock on his door.
“Can I come in?” Tony asked, while slowly cracking the door open. “Yeah, come in,” Clay stated as he placed his arms in the sleeves of his carefully selected shirt, and started to button it up clumsily. Tony caught a peek of Clay’s chest in the mirror, and smirked ever so slightly. Playing it cool, he went and sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in his lap. He wore his signature leather jacket, a light gray shirt, and dark blue jeans.
“You know you skipped a button, right?” Tony said nonchalantly, followed by a light chuckle.
“Huh?” Jensen looked down to see his crooked shirt, the two completed buttons one spot off. “Oh, oops. Thanks, Tony.” He began to fix his wardrobe malfunction, and he couldn’t help but blush a little with his friend watching him. His chest was blindingly white, since he hardly ever took his shirt off out in the sun.
Suddenly, Tony stood up, glanced around, and grabbed a pair of scissors perched on the dresser on the other end of the room. Clay eyed him suspiciously, as Tony walked toward him, holding up the scissors.
“Clay, relax, you just have a string on your shirt, ” Tony explained as Clay completed his last button. “Oh, well I thought you might be mad at me for not being ready or something.” Clay smiled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little dumb for making a fool of himself twice in the span of a minute or two. He turned his head to examine the mysterious string hanging on the back of his shoulder, but it was just out of sight, much to his annoyance. “Clay, its just a party, it doesn’t matter if we’re late. Now move your head so I can snip the string.” Tony placed the string in between two of his fingers, raised the scissors, and snipped it off.
“Ready to go get something to eat?” Tony questioned, his stomach grumbling. “Sure, but quick question, do I look okay?” He paused for a moment to look Clay up and down. He wanted to say, 'well of course, you always look good,’ but instead went with, “Yeah, looks good. Especially now that you’ve got the buttons right.” He gently laid his hand on Clay’s shoulder, and nudged him toward the door.
“Promise me that you won’t throw up in my car tonight, too. I’ve heard you don’t hold your liquor well,” Tony joked as they rounded the corner, closing in on the stairs. Clay laughed and grabbed onto the rail, determined to try and leave without his mom stopping them. He put his arm up to keep Tony from stepping off the stairs, peered around the corner, and determined it was safe. Just as he opened the front door, his mom appeared.
“Aw, look at you boys. Doesn’t he clean up well, Tony?” Mrs. Jensen smiled brightly as she adjusted her sons collar. Tony politely smiled back and replied, “Yeah, I think so.”
Clay lightly removed his moms hands from his shirt, and pushed Tony out the door. “We have to go mom, I’ll see you later,” he called as they walked toward the distinct red ’66 Mustang. “Okay boys, be careful, and call if you need me! Be safe, no drugs!” Tony laughed a bit and waved bye to Mrs. Jensen as he was getting in the car. After clicking in his seat belt, and double checking that his friend did the same, he turned the key, and put it in drive. “Well, she didn’t say not to drink for once. Conveniently,” Tony commented, looking at the road, but truly thinking about how the nights events might play out. If given the chance, he wanted to tell Clay how he felt, and had for a long time, about him. He pushed that out of his mind when Clay started to speak again.
“Yeah, I love her, but sometimes she’s a bit overbearing.” He paused. “Ya know, this will be the first party I’ve been to since the night Hannah talked about on the tapes.” Tony thought for a moment, thrown off by the sudden change in the atmosphere of the conversation. “It’s alright Clay, just try to focus on having fun tonight. This is actually going to be my first party ever. Outside of family stuff, of course.” Clay glared at the guy driving, thinking back to the two parties he’d gone to, and he realized he’d never seen him at one. Why hadn’t that occurred to him before? Clay started again, “Well why are you going now?” Tony debated how to answer in his head, whether to be truthful, and say it was because he wanted to spend time with Clay, as well as protect him, or make something up. He decided on both. “Well I figured we’re graduated now, and it’ll be our last high school party. Besides, last time you went to a party by yourself, you didn’t have any back up plan when shit hit the fan.” Tony smiled, trying to convey that he would be there for him tonight, no matter what. Clay looked as clueless as ever, though, and just nodded casually. He watched as Tony’s workman hands picked up a tape, and pushed it into the slot on the stereo. He briefly admired the ring that adorned his right hand; a very simple element to Tony’s persona, but pleasing all the same. They listened to a couple 60’s songs, and Clay began to reflect on his friend’s love for his outdated media, wondering when he might have heard his first tape. “How did you get into listening to tapes, Tony,” Clay asked, flitting through the other tapes to see what was on them. “My dad had some when my brothers and I were kids, and we all just kind of developed the same love for them. The sound quality is so much better, ya know.” Clay nodded in agreement, then turned to stare back out the window, when he realized they were already at Rosie’s Diner.
“Here we are.” Tony announced. He removed the key from the ignition, and got out. Clay followed suit, a few steps behind, thanking Tony when he held the door open for him. The two boys sat down at a booth, and chatted about how weird, yet relieving, it was to think high school was over. “It seems like just yesterday we were heading into junior year,” Clay mentioned when the waiter came up to take their order. “Good evening. How ya doin’ Tony? This is your first date in a while,” the waiter innocently stated, assuming a little too much. “Actually Jim… this is my friend Clay.” Tony blushed furiously, though it was hard to see against his complexion. Clay stayed quiet, blushing much more obviously, as he stared out the window to his left. Under the table, he twiddled his thumbs. The waiter cleared his throat and continued, “Sorry gentlemen, something to drink?”
Clay glanced at the waiters notepad, refusing to make eye contact. “Just a Dr. Pepper for me.” A nod, a pencil scratching along the paper, and then Jim directed his attention to Tony. “Same for me.” He quickly went to get their drinks, after apologizing again for the mix up. “Sorry about that Clay, I used to bring Brad here a lot, and I guess he just assumed…” He let his sentence trail off. Clay looked back at him, and gave him the most sincere smile he could manage. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I’m sure we won’t remember this moment after all the drinking anyway.” They both laughed at the thought.
Still, Tony couldn’t help but think, 'I can’t believe he was so cool with that. I mean, I think I was more embarrassed than he was.’ On the other side of the table, however, Clay was thinking, 'I guess if I were gay, Tony would be a good choice, but I’m not. He’s great and all, but we’re friends.’
Jim came to set down their drinks, and took their orders. “Two burgers, and a french fry basket, got it. Coming right up.” A minute or two passed by with Tony texting his mom, reminding her that he’d be out late, and Clay looking through the dessert menu, amazed at the size of the banana split they served. Tony watched as Clay’s fingers delicately flipped through the pages. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold his hand, but that wasn’t an option, especially after the waiters comment. He giggled a little when he saw Clay’s face light up when he came across the picture of the banana split. Naturally, he was in his own little world, and hadn’t the slightest clue that Tony was watching him.
“So Clay,” Tony began, as Clay set down his menu, “Are you going to work at the Cresmont again this summer?”
“Actually, I hadn’t even thought about it. I suppose I should, so yeah,” the taller boy concluded, and looked into Tony’s eyes for the first time in a while. He saw a true interest there that amazed him, like his friend wasn’t just making conversation. He had gotten used to people asking about his life in a not-so-meaningful way once everything with Hannah’s case calmed down. Sometimes things Tony said just fascinated Clay, because, like just now, Tony would think of things way before he even did himself. It was like he could read his thoughts. “Are you gonna work with your dad like usual,” Clay asked.
“Yeah, that’d be the plan. I love working with cars.” Tony smiled at Clay, and Clay couldn’t help but think about his hands again, and that ring. “What’s the story behind your ring, Tony?” Clay’s eyes locked on it, as he pointed it out. “My ring? What made you think about such a small thing like that?” Clay scrambled to find an answer, because 'oh I was staring at your hands in the car,’ was not an acceptable response. “Well… you know, I just noticed you wear it a lot and thought it might be meaningful to you, or something,” Clay stuttered out in a choppy tone of voice.
“Oh, well, my mom got it for me when I was younger. We don’t exactly have a lot of money, but she decided that I deserved something special for my birthday. She told me, ‘Mientras traigas esto contigo, estaras seguro,’ which means, 'As long as you keep this with you, you’ll be safe.’ So once it fit me, I always wore it, and I hardly ever it take it off.” He paused for a moment, brushing his thumb over the smooth face of the object. “Its real silver.” Tony wiggled it off his finger, showing a very obvious tan line from it being worn constantly. He slid it over to Clay, who turned it around in his hand, admiring the shining metal and the story behind it. “That’s really cool that your mom did that for you,” Clay said, still examining the ring, fixated. “Clay, you okay?” Tony was getting a little nervous, because his friends eyes were glazing over, like he was a million miles away. While Clay had this look on his face often, this time it seemed different, like he had something on his mind. “Yeah, I’m alright… Here you go.” Clay put the ring in the center of his hand, closing his fingers around it. Once it was held over Tony’s open hand, he dropped it, like dropping a penny into a wishing well.
Once Tony put his ring back on, their food had arrived. “Here you go, gentlemen. Can I get anything else for you,” Jim questioned. Clay looked up at Tony, and with a little shake of his head, Clay responded, “No, I think we’re okay, thank you.” The boys both appeared to be hungry, because they finished off their burgers in about five minutes, taking sips of soda every so often. Tony motioned to Clay’s chin, where some stray ketchup was smeared. Napkin in hand, Clay reached up and wiped it off. They both laughed a little, muted by their mouths being full of food. “You’re so messy,” Tony said, after swallowing a mouthful. Clay moved his empty plate aside, looked back at Tony, and simply stated, “Actually, I prefer the term clumsy.” They both laughed again, grabbed their fries for the road, and headed for the car. This time, Clay held the door open for Tony, giving him a nice smile in return. “Clay, I’m actually going to drive to my place, and we can walk. Its only two blocks away, and if we’re both drunk, driving isn’t a good idea.” Clay okayed the idea, and off they went to the Padilla house, munching on some fries here and there. They both sat and listened to the tape that was playing, saving anymore chatting for their walk.
Unknown to Tony, Clay was okay with the lack of conversation. Lately, he had felt weird whenever being around his friend. He wanted to make sure he dressed nice and smelled good; he just wanted to impress him, for some reason. So this car ride was spent with Clay sorting through his thoughts, occasionally sneaking a peek at Tony’s perfect hair, or arms, clad in leather.
'Why am I thinking about him like that?’ Clay became wrapped in his inner conversation. 'I like girls, and all the sudden I’m thinking about Tony as if he-’ He was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. “Clay, we’re here. You seem pretty distracted today, everything alright?” The boy blushed, just slightly, at the tender touch on his left shoulder, something that had happened many times before and never caused a stir. “Um… Yeah, let’s go.” Clay stood, narrowly missing hitting his head on the car, but he surprisingly managed to play it off. With a quick lock of the doors, they were on their way to the party.
Trying to change the subject, knowing Clay wasn’t ready to talk, Tony brought up something he had meant to ask much earlier in the day. “How are you doing, Clay? Ya know, with the whole Hannah thing.” Clay turned his head slightly, to see the expression on Tony’s face, whose eyes were swimming with concern and loyalty. “I’m doing pretty good, I try not to think about it much. Even though its hard sometimes, I keep myself occupied, and just… carry on.” The Latino boy nodded, responding with, “That’s good Clay, I’m glad to hear it. For a while there, I was worried about you. Truthfully, all a person can do after something like that is carry on.” He paused to think for a moment, carefully constructing his words. “You really were in love with her, weren’t you?” Tony knew the answer to this question would sting, but at least he expected it. “Yeah, I did. She was so beautiful.” Just then, the two boys started hearing loud music. Some sophomores drove by them, hollering out the windows to some rap song. “I think we’re getting close,” Clay announced. His friend just laughed at the obviousness of it, and kept walking. Tony made sure he always walked on the street side of the sidewalk, that way if some drunk driver came by, maybe he could take the hit instead of Clay. It was the little things like that, he thought, that made their friendship so great. Possibly, one day, even more than a friendship. That’s what Tony told himself, anyway.
They walked the rest of the way, telling each other how their weeks had gone, and the closer they got, the more cars they saw parking for the party. Lots of couples, lots of friends, and lots of every type of person imaginable heading to the party. It was like the alcohol was a magnet for all walks of life.
When they finally got to the house itself, Tony had to stop for a minute to take it all in. The people swarming around the place, the lights and music, the numerous scattered cups, and the sheer amount of stupidity. 'Why am I here again,’ Tony thought. 'How can anyone have fun with all these drunk, unaware people bumping into them and music so loud you can’t hear your own voice?’
“Tony? Aren’t you coming,” Clay asked. “We came this far, just give it a try. If it’s really not your thing, we can leave, but you have to give it a chance!” His volume was forced to get louder and louder as they approached the door. “Okay, I’m definitely gonna need a beer, though,” Tony shouted back. The two walked through the front door, immediately having to work their way through a mass of humans. It was a sensory overload, and probably would be even for the most resilient of people. Tony stayed close to Clay, never letting him get too far away. He was out of his element. He was used to being the one protecting Clay, whether Clay saw it that way or not, and it was an odd feeling for Tony to want Clay to be his protector. As they went through the back door, and into the backyard, almost reaching the alcohol, Tony could breathe again. It was a little less crowded out there, and easier to move.
Clay, however, seemed to be pretty relaxed, despite the large crowds and small spaces. Tony admired that. You could put Clay one on one with anyone, and he would be very awkward, but put him in a crowd, and he knew how to blend right in. It was like he changed into a different person at this party.
The two of them finally reached the keg. After waiting for a couple people to clear out of the way, Clay turned to Tony, only about a foot apart from him. “Just a beer for you,” Clay half-shouted into his friend’s ear. Tony looked up at him, craning his neck a bit, and nodded. Clay went up, poured Tony a beer, and passed it to him. Then, he did another for himself. They walked out toward the back of the yard, trying to find a spot where talking for more than a minute was possible. They found a couple empty chairs side by side, and sat down, Tony to the taller boy’s right. Clay observed the dumbfounded look on Tony’s face. “So, what do you think of all this,” Clay inquired, waiting for Tony to shoot it down. Tony held up a single finger, as if to say ‘hang on a second,’ and lifted the edge of the red cup to his lips. Clay watched as his friend chugged three-fourths of the beer down in about thirty seconds, straight through. When Tony stopped, he blinked a couple times, and with a straight face replied, “Holy shit.” Clay laughed, chugging down some of his beer. “I know, but the more you drink, the less intense it gets.”
After this, Tony insisted they both get a few cups of beer flowing through their system before continuing their conversation. Clay thought that was weird, because he never took Tony for a drinker, and, truthfully, he wasn’t. However, if he was going to tell Clay how he felt that night, he knew he needed liquid courage. Clay really didn’t mind downing a few himself, maybe the weird thoughts surrounding Tony would die down.
About 4 cups of beer later, minus a little spillage, they clumsily walked back to their slightly quieter corner with chairs. Some other people had egged them on, so they downed their drinks very quickly, a lot of people buzzing about how Tony Padilla was at the party. “Sho how do you feel now…? Less shitty or more shitty?” Clay was slurring his words, and buzzed. With a big grin, Tony was speaking just fine, but feeling a lot more confident. “I feel like a fucking winner,” he laughed, and Clay joined in, clearly feeling good in his fit of giggles. Drinking was how Tony got through the majority of his tattoos, so he knew the right amount of beer to get him feeling invincible, and right now was the right amount. Confession time. “Clay, can I tell you something?” Tony nonchalantly slipped his hand onto the back of the rim of Clay’s chair, while he fumbled with his words. “Yeah… Sure, man. What’s up?” Clay leaned his whole upper body onto his elbows, which were perched on his knees. He looked back toward his friend, with pure innocence and curiosity painted on his face. This made Tony’s heart flutter. “You remember when I told you I’m gay, right?” Clay suddenly sat up, and pointed a finger at the other. “Yeah…! Tony, I have a question fur you about that.” Taken aback, he said, “Okay, what is it,” wondering what on earth this boy could throw at him. “Is there a word for like, shomeone who likes boys and girls?” The breath that was in his chest only a moment ago was suddenly gone. His eyes widened, and his stomach flipped. 'Was this what he was so intently thinking about earlier…’ Tony wondered. “Ye-yeah, it’s called bisexual, Clay. Why…?”
Clay leaned onto the arm of Tony’s chair, grabbing his right hand, staring at his ring while he talked. “It all started in PE. I was looking at you a cou-couple days ago, and I thought to myself, 'huh, Tony has nice arms,’ and then I thought 'woah, wut,’ so I avoided you… until you asked me if I wanted to go to the party. Then I got all weird about that and dressed up to impress you, and you have really nice hair 'n stuff, and basically I think I might like dudes. Like a dude with a red mustang, leather jacket, and tattoos. Does that make me bishexual?” Clay had slumped over onto Tony’s shoulder now, still grasping his right wrist ever so gently. Tony was absolutely speechless, speechless over the fact that Clay was practically laying on him, speechless over Clay’s confession that he thinks he’s bisexual, and speechless because this means he might be able to actually be with the only guy he truly wants. “Tony,” Clay slurred, turning his head to look at the astonished boy. Tony glanced into his eyes, and slid his left arm around his back, caressing his crushes’ shoulder. He turned his head back to the party, straight in front of him, and nearly whispered, “Yeah, Clay. I think that does make you bisexual.” For a while, Tony just rubbed Clay’s back, they relaxed, and just let what was said sink in. “Do you really like my arms,” the Latino boy joked, but he was met with total seriousness. “Yeah… I do.” Clay snuggled into Tony a little more, getting more and more comfortable with the idea of being so close to him. “You know, I’ve liked you for a long time, Jensen, but I never thought you’d… I never thought you would think of me as anything but a friend.” Clay began to stand up, slowly, but very determined. He held out his hand for Tony to stand, too. “Come on, let’s go somewhere else.” Tony grabbed his hand, stood, and was led through the crowd of people, back through the front door, and out to the sidewalk. “Clay, where are we going,” Tony said with a giddy smile spread across his face. “To your car. We gotta go somewhere.”
Prompt: “Instead of the reader
getting hurt, Bones does? Maybe he protects the reader from getting hurt or
Warnings: Trashy science stuff that,
for the most part, is made up. Angst if you squint
Word Count: 2,099
A/n: This fic is way, WAY overdue, but don’t worry, I’m getting back to writing again. I
have been horribly busy. The facts in this story are everywhere, so if you
really have the dying desire to know what’s real and what’s not, message me and
I’ll let ya know :P
-An Alpha trying to get their Omega to go to bed with them and being very thrown off when the Omega stubbornly refuses to go. Thinking maybe they’ve done something to upset their mate, the Alpha asks why they refuse, the Omega than mumbles something about how they saw a spider earlier and they are now afraid to go in the bedroom. The Alpha is torn between laughter and fondness as they observe the Omega’s anxious expression…they sleep on the couch together that night, just to make the Omega feel better
-An Alpha returning home from work and realizing that the house reeks of fear and distress so they rush off just to find their Omega crouched on the kitchen counter clutching a frying pan and staring intently at the floor. The Alpha is immediately like, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” and the startled Omega instantly becomes very red faced as they slowly lower the frying pan and sheepishly explain, “I was making lunch and I thought I saw a spider so…” a pause and then, “Lunch…? Its after eight at night.” another pause, “…I really don’t like spiders…” after thoroughly searching the kitchen the Alpha confirms that there are no spiders anywhere and the Omega just feels like an idiot
-An Alpha freaking out over a tiny spider and begging their Omega to kill it for them and the Omega is just, “Why are you scared? Its way smaller than you are.” and the Alpha is like, “Yes most things are. Now, less talk more squish please.” and the Omega just gives a fond eye roll before quickly squishing the unwanted house guest
-A pregnant Omega making their Alpha knock down a spider web for them because they are terrified of spiders…but after it’s down they promptly dissolve into tears because they just destroyed some innocent creatures home and how can they possibly raise a child when they are such cold and cruel people…and the Alpha is left standing next to the fallen web like, “…what just happened here?”
-An Alpha low-key panicking because they saw a spider go behind the couch so they turn to their mate like, “You’re small, crawl back there and kill it pleeeaase!” and the Omega is just, “You think it’s gonna hurt you but you don’t mind sending me near it?” a slight pause, “….yes?” the Omega just stares at the Alpha for a minute before reaching down to remove their shoe, “Alright sure, stay here.”
-An Omega meeting with a potential Alpha and being asked if they thought there was anything the Alpha should know about their expectations right off the bat and the Omega’s expression instantly becomes very serious so the Alpha assumes they are about to hear something really important…only to be thrown off when the words, “You kill the spiders.” are the only thing the Omega says before immediately switching back to their relaxed cheerful state once again and the Alpha is like, “Okayyy then…”
-An Omega spotting a spider in their nest so they have their Alpha take it all apart so it can be put back together somewhere else in the house. The Omega being low-key distressed about having to move it from the very specific and comfortable spot they had originally chosen, but they don’t want to risk more spiders invading their source of comfort…and possibly crawling on them while they sleep…
-An Alpha hiding plastic spiders around the house as a joke, not realizing how badly it would scare their mate, and instantly regretting it when the Omega panics and then gives them the silent treatment for two weeks after realizing the spiders were fake
-An Omega being afraid of a little baby spider and their Alpha laughing their head off about it until the Omega is just pouting like, “You’re the Alpha, stop laughing and act all concerned and protective dammit! Stick to the fucking stereotypes for once!”
-An Alpha choosing to watch Spiderman on one of their first movie dates with an Omega, not knowing the Omega is beyond terrified of spiders and being very confused when the Omega ends up practically in their lap, clutching the Alpha’s shirt in their hands and ducking their head against the Alpha’s chest when they get scared. The Alpha embracing the situation and just thinking, “Oh I guess I don’t need to try the horror movie thing after all, Spiderman is just as effective apparently.”
Of course, during the actual photo shoot he’d try his best to stay professional, but when everything’s done and over he’d go over and chat with you. Expect to go home with his number in your phone and vice versa.
“Hey… could I have your number? For business purposes, of course.”
When he walked in, he’d grow somewhat shy at the sight of you. Since it’s a professional photo shoot, he’d stay his best to stay serious but unintentionally end up messing up the photos by making weird faces. When you’d call him out, he’d laugh nervously and hide behind a few staff members for a bit.
“Haha– I’m doing this wrong? Are you sure? Ah, I’m sorry!”
Yixing would actually go up to you before the shoot and straight up tell you he finds you attractive subtle During the shoot he may wink at you or distract you when you’re working with others but then act innocent when you call him out. He’d feel really embarrassed about it later though.
“What do you mean stop lifting my shirt? I’m not doing anything.”
*yw and im not sorry for this gif*
His beagle side would come out more than usual He’d start acting really extra just to get your attention even though he may get scolded for not taking the shoot seriously. When the shoot’s over, like Minseok, he’d ask for your number.
*playing with his clothes* “Look, Y/N, I’m an elephant!”
I think he’d get lowkey shy. Not in the same sense as Junmyeon or Kyungsoo, but he’d get a bit insecure about how he looks and would even ask others if he looked alright. In front of you, however, he would appear confident.
“Do I look okay? I mean– I look great today, wow.”
His first reaction when he saw you was probably “whoa.” Just imagine him staring at you with an ‘o’ shaped mouth in admiration. He would try harder than usual to pose well in order to impress you, but probably wouldn’t say anything about it.
“Ah, they’re really attractive…”
Shy bean. He may stumble with his words when you’re giving him advice on posing and would cringe at himself (even though you think it’s cute). At the end of the shoot, you would compliment him and he could’ve died right there. Actor!Soo would come out and he would try to initiate a calm conversation with you.
“So… how long have you been a photographer…?”
He’d be a soft flirt. Before the shoot, he’d go up to you and compliment you but then run away like a shy school girl before you can properly react. He’d grin at you between shots and after the shoot he might ask you to go get coffee with him.
“You’re quite a good photographer. Want to get coffee later?”
He’d attempt to act normally around you but would unintentionally end up staring at you when he’s not getting his photo taken. You’d probably notice and smile at him, which would immediately make him all smiley and shy but he’d try to play it cool. He would also ask you for your number, but would end up rambling.
“Hey, I’m Sehun– wait, you knew that already– I’m from EXO– you knew that too– can I have your number? Please?”
hey, hun! sending you love as always. when you get a minute would you consider writing a blurb about Niall and his girl having a complication during pregnancy/delivery? just thought I'd ask xx
My hospital room looked like a flower shop. I wasn’t exactly sure how the hell so many people sent flowers when as far as I knew no one even knew I was in the hospital, but apparently someone had seen Niall walk in with me and as things do with social media nowadays, word got around.
Most of the flowers came from names I didn’t know which lead me to believe they were from fans. I didn’t mind. Shockingly enough Niall’s fans were super supportive of our relationship. I don’t know how I’d gotten so lucky to not induce the hate I saw Harry’s girlfriend get, but they left us alone for the most part.
However the announcement that I was pregnant was met with more fan fare than the boys announcing their return to being a group. So I shouldn’t really have been shocked that they found out the hospital and room number I was in. I should have been shocked there wasn’t a crowd outside, but Niall reported that so far the hospital was bare of any fans.
Niall walked into the room with yet another huge vase full of colorful flowers. He smiled,
“This one is actually from someone we know. Bressie and the Boys.”