i want a man like him!!! now

There was a person I met in high school I still think about. He was an assigned male non binary person (he was using he/him pronouns at the time so that’s how I’m gonna refer to him) and he had a huge impact on me. Not because we were friends. I didn’t even know him and I can’t even recall his name now. But he introduced me to a concept that to this day I have only ever heard come out of his mouth but it still sticks with me.

He told me that in the trans/nb community there’s what he liked to call “assigned female privelage”. He told me that people born female are sort of allowed to play with gender. Even in the most conservative households there are tomboys and women wearing pants. It seems that women and people that are perceived to be women are allowed a little more freedom in playing around with gender, even in the most conservative settings.

Before I came out I bought t-shirts in the men’s department and walked around the house with my hair stuffed into a hat. And nobody batted an eye or became suspicious. He, on the other hand, was not in a position where he could do similar things. He couldn’t try makeup or wear women’s shirts. Even dressing in more feminine colors like light greens, yellows, and pinks made him nervous.

If an assigned male person wants to experiment with gender expression it’s difficult to do it subtly. Those of us assigned female can wear pants and t-shirts and even if we can’t cut our hair, pony tails pulled through a baseball cap are a sign of masculine womanhood and can at least give us something. We get something before we come out usually. We can refuse makeup and shaving in the name of feminism, find women’s clothes that resemble men’s, and go into the men’s section to buy soap while complaining about the pink tax.

But if someone that’s perceived as a boy or man wears makeup, puts on women’s jeans, or grows their hair out, it’s suspect. It’s funny. It’s shameful and needs to be put to a stop in the eyes of society.

I don’t know where that kid is now, if he ever came out to his family, or if he’s finally wearing what he wants, but I’m grateful to him. I’m grateful that he brought my attention to this. I had the ability before I came out to ease some dysphoria by wearing masculine clothes and baseball caps and hanging out with boys. And he and so many others never had anything like that.

The Lucky One Pt 7 (Bucky x reader)

Characters: reader, James (Bucky), Caleb (oc), Margaret (oc), Kevin (oc)

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Warnings: Angst and a lot of explanation, ya’ll. :) Mentions of violence, death, and a tiny bit of self-harm.

Word Count: 4.8K

Y/N: Oof. This was a doozy to write, my dears. I hope you wanted some answers, cause you got ‘em. I kept it as canon as possible but forgive me if I stray a little. I adore you guys. Thank you for the love and support for this story. There’s at least 2 more parts coming! Whoo! :)

<<<Part 6    Part 7    Part 8>>> Coming Monday 27 Nov, 3pm EST

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Originally posted by buckwildbarnes

Previously: 

James hyperventilated a moment, rubbing a jittery hand over his face as he turned away.

“I’ll ask you one last time, where did you get my grandfather’s photograph?” you said, seething.

He whirled toward you quickly, startling you as he blurted out his response.

“Because he gave it to me!”

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Stumbling backwards in shock, James’ words struck you like a punch to the gut.

“Wh—what did you just say?” you whispered, so sure you were hearing things.

He hung his head, refusing to meet your eye. “Your grandfather. He gave me that photograph.”

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I keep thinking about all the little ways that Frank found to connect Micro in with his family over the course of this season. From bringing home food Sarah had made to bringing a book Leo had been chatting about and from letting Sarah’s calls go to voicemail to softly encouraging Micro to please connect with them numerous times throughout the season. Frank’s angry with Micro at first for abandoning his family the way he did, but I think over the course of time he really comes to understand how much the man is willing to do to ensure his family’s safety. It’s something Frank would want for his own family, too, and I think it feels to him like he now has a chance to make sure that nothing bad happens to Micro’s family. Like he can save them and reunite them in a way he can’t do with his own anymore. 

and I have a lot of feelings about this oh my god

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Eraserhead Week: Smile

It’s not art or writing but i saw the prompt and i couldn’t resist

aizawa shotoro

[All of this happened because I wanted to write something about Stiles not being able to sleep without his pillow. Spoiler alert: his pillow is Derek.]

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Derek tries not to look too hurt when Stiles says he’s going back to Washington, but when the Sheriff claps his back and Scott offers him a friendly hug, he knows he failed. But after everything, after the other night - it just doesn’t feel fair.

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“It was a nice road trip, wasn’t it?” Stiles had said after they’ve won, after everything was done, their friends were alive and fine and Derek finally got his loft back. “I mean, we had some fun, right?”

Derek smiled without looking away from the flowers the Sheriff got him as a housewarming gift. “Yeah.” He answered, finally turning around. “It was nice to spend time with you.” It was more than nice and he cursed himself for not being able to say it, still, after everything, after the nights spent driving and talking and fucking in deserted roads.

“Yeah.” Stiles agreed easily. He was the one who started it after all, always showing up to save Derek - despite Derek saving him back plenty of times - always being there, trusting him, smiling and laughing like Derek makes him happy. “What will you do now that you’re a free man again?”

Derek shrugged. “I always wanted to start a farm, maybe raise some sheep?” When Stiles blinked at him, surprised, Derek let out a snort.

“Fuck you, I almost believed it!” Stiles said, punching his shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.” Derek shook his head, still smiling. 

You’re ridiculous.” Stiles stressed, his hand still on Derek’s shoulder, touching, teasing. “I’m -“ Derek didn’t let him finish then, turning around and just pressing their lips together.

He didn’t want to listen then - and in hindsight maybe he should’ve - but without the haste, the guilt of having a nice time whilst their friends could be dying, Derek couldn’t wait, he just wanted to worship Stiles’ body, just wanted to kiss all the places he couldn’t reach before when they were squeezed in the backseat of Stiles’ car. 

And so he did, he made Stiles moan his name the entire night and he moaned Stiles’ own just as louder. Just to have his heart crushed the morning after.

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“I’m gonna miss you.” Stiles says, his Jeep packed and ready to go. To leave everything behind.

It’s unfair, Derek knows. Stiles didn’t make promises and neither did he, but he can’t help how he feels. He understands Stiles doesn’t want to be in Beacon Hills anymore and that’s his choice, but Derek made his own and he’s tired of running away.

He’s never felt closer to his family than when he’s here, he’s already lost enough and he doesn’t want to lose his home. But somehow, as Stiles drives away, he feels like he just did.

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I miss you, Derek thinks every day, staring at the black screen of his phone and wondering if he should actually write those words and send them to Stiles. He decides against it and despite the fact he was joking before, on the third day after Stiles left, Derek buys a farm.

He tells Lydia first during lunch at her favorite restaurant - she was adamant they had to become best friends and Derek enjoys her company so he lets it happen easily - and she tells him he’s not allowed to wear plaid around her. Then he tells Scott and two days later, he shows up at Derek’s front door with all kinds of seeds - “We need pumpkins for Halloween, Derek. Make it happen!”.

It’s something to do with his hands, something to work on. Create life, instead of ending them, build things, instead of destroying. He feels good, better and healing. Cora says he’s calmer now and Derek smiles, despite knowing she won’t be able to see him, and tells her he is.

Some days Stiles texts him, others he doesn’t. Derek reads the ones he has every night before going to bed, but he never answers them.

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To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.2

[pt.1] [p.2] [pt.3 End]


Originally posted by eatupbangtan

The more I thought about him, the more I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. But at the same time, the more I thought about this whole situation, the more I feel as though I was overreacting. He was right, I’m only his girlfriend - we’re not tied down to one another and he can hang with whoever he wants to hang out with. But her. She’s always liked Jungkook even though we’ve been together for this long, she never gave up on him and he knows what feelings she has for him. Do you blame me for being insecure? For being scared of the fact that I might end up losing the man I see my future with because of her? But it’s all too late now, there’s no use in being scared, or insecure because it all happened. Everything he ever assured you of, that they’ll only ever remain as friends, that he won’t do anything to lead her on, that he won’t hurt you like that, all those things he said, they meant nothing because those are all the things he did. 

I hear a knock on my door and I dreaded who stood behind it, but to my pleasant surprise I guess it wasn’t Jungkook.

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Hey guys! I’ve told you before that I’m a writer so this is a hella long post because it’s track-by-track. Unapologetically so. Hope you guys enjoy x 

TRACK 1: “… READY FOR IT?

 This song is a battlecry. The thumping bass brings to mind the heavy thud of wolves paws as they race towards their prey, seeking the trail left by a girl who used to leave her heart open and on her sleeve, ready to be snatched at any moment in a snap of their jaws. But no more. From the moment she clears her throat, we learn this battle will be on Taylor’s terms. It is her fight to win.

This is the first love song she’s released and had complete artistic ownership of in three years. It is no coincidence then that there’s reference to the tortured passions of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. They were a couple hopelessly and dangerously in love with many scars carved on their hearts by the other’s knife. This reference is a throwaway to the long list of ex lovers the girl who bathes in diamonds has had but also a reference to the flickers of hope Taylor feels for longevity no matter what with Joe. Their road may be complicated at times but they will get  there because the game is hers. The constant question of ready for it and in response baby let the games begin is so obviously a call of warning to Joe for what lies ahead but perhaps more subtly it is the call of Taylor’s inner voices and heart to her razor sharp self awareness. Is she ready for the games to begin? Is she ready to open her heart and give Joe a chance to be a better man?

TRACK 2: “END GAME” ft. Ed Sheeran & Future:

This song starts off with Taylor’s declaration that she wants to find a forever. It sounds sincere, gentle, wearied, the tone of the too often heartbroken. But then it shifts, it’s like the rose coloured glasses have come off and she’s reminded of her reputation. Then it’s all tongue in cheek sarcastic satire to keep the smile in place so that we don’t see how much it hurts. She has to weigh up every interaction in the context of her reputation. The addition of Ed & Future speaks volumes; one is a time trusted friend who has finally found a bright love of his own but that was not without heartbreak and the other gives her an edgier attitude that makes her self awareness all the more powerful.

There has been a further loss of innocence in this sharpening of her self awareness, gone are the wistful days of “say you’ll remember me”, that’s all I want. Now it’s all “I don’t wanna touch you, I don’t wanna be just another ex love you don’t wanna see.” She can see the fall right from the start but this time she opts out and says unless I’m your end game… because I don’t want to pick up any more pieces of my broken heart.

Also: Shoutout to Ed for his Cherry inspired verse. It made me feel many emotions too. SWEERAN THRIVES.

TRACK 3: “I DID SOMETHING BAD.”

The girl with the long list of ex lovers is back. However with the casually explicit twist, this narrative seems layered with perceptions and recognition of self-worth, “If a man talks shit, I owe him nothing.” This is drip-feeding the media exactly what they want, she’s stoking the fire herself. But in feeding the fire herself, she’s sending the burning embers back at them. Did you really think the girl who you used as an international rod for slut shaming would stay quiet forever? Nope. She doesn’t care if you burn her like a witch at the stake because she’s already done it. She’s burnt away all of the misplaced guilt and is now revelling in how good they felt in the moment. In fact, watch out she’s blazing with all the fire of a phoenix reborn and you might just get turned to ash.

TRACK 4: “DON’T BLAME ME.”

This & “I Did Something Bad” sound like sister tracks. The girl who jetsets around the world collecting men isn’t quite finished with her tale yet. She reminds us that defining her relationships by their headlines and paparazzi shots is a foolish move because those things are  one-dimensional. Taylor believes in love and this is her way of reminding us that there was love in every escapade of her heart up until now, at least at some point. She’s talking about the heady rushes head spinning intoxication of first glances and hands on skin and it doesn’t matter what the media says about the way she handles relationships because they forget love and that makes you crazy. Maybe in their minds the drug she refers to is not a singular identity but a collective “baby” and to them love will always be something she “uses”. But the heart wants what it wants and Taylor knows that so it doesn’t really matter.

TRACK 5: “DELICATE.”

This is the kind of song that happens when you cut the cord that is the boy crazy perception of yourself. You step back into the shadows and disappear so that they can’t find you. You close your heart, lock your doors and rebuild. And then he shows up. This is a cautionary songpp because Taylor can obviously feel sparks but… she’s just started to rebuild and if they find out the wolf hunt begins again. With delicate disbelieving vocals, we see Taylor start to realise that he can’t possibly want to gain anything from her reputation because it’s so bad… The wheels turn in her head. I imagine the realisation, “Wait so he must like me for me?” With the beat drop comes hope. Details are slowly given and then he stays. He doesn’t run so Taylor gives him pieces of herself; confessions thoughts and then her brain catches up with her mouth and the wheels come to a grinding halt: Her inner monologue screams it was too much too fast. We’ve all been there. It’s too delicate. No going back now. It’ll break and I’ll be left alone. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who doesn’t walk away, one day too.

TRACK 6: “LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO.”

The world tore a girl to shreds, made her play the fool on tilted stages. She retreated and rebuilt. Now the fool is dead. From here on out, she only trusts her army. With high heeled boots, red lips and words as sharp as daggers, she’s cutting herself a path. She is taking no prisoners and she’s accompanied by a savage snake because she and her army will always be better at the game. When she’s finished hunting down your asses, she’ll sit back on her throne with a high pitched giggle and say, “oh look what you made me do.”

TRACK 7:  “SO IT GOES…”

When people are watching, you have to be careful. Cover your tracks. Taylor doesn’t leave her heart open or on display anymore. But then they leave. The door shuts. You lock it with a key and the crashing chemistry you’ve been trying to deny slams into your ribs, knocking the breath out of you. It’s stolen kisses, careless touches, reckless chasing of the high. Body language is a fluency all its own. But a quick reminder before you unlock the door and venture out again; wash the lipstick off your face. *clears throat* you got a little caught up in the moment and you don’t want to blow your cover!

TRACK 8: “GORGEOUS.”

 The childish proclamation of the title to begin this next glimpse into Reputation  is hinting at the satirical inner monologue that this song is , reminiscent of the times you write your crush’s  last name instead of your own to see how it fits. It’s all giggles and late night phone calls, the kind Taylor most likely had with Abigail where they talked real slow because it was late and their mamas didn’t know (: However, it could also serve as a projection of the runaway daydream that fills Taylor’s mind from that very first night when she stumbles home alone to her cats, of what a possible future might look like (with kids one day) The lazy liquor loosened rhythms of Taylor’s thoughts tell us things she hasn’t admitted fully yet but will soon on nights at 4am staring at her reflection  in the bathroom mirror, telling herself the bravest thing she ever did was run - that this gorgeous  swoonworthy British boy with his careless touches and drawling accent has awakened the possibility of something better. This realisation rattles Taylor as she contemplates the gaps in her current relationship. *cue wistful sighs of frustration and enchantment, set to the dialogue of every teenage movie where the girl thinks the boy is just too good looking, how unfair is that?

TRACK 9: “GETAWAY CAR.”

The thing about any movie that has a getaway car scene is that they inevitably crash…. And that’s exactly what happens here. Except, the carnage is human hearts. She was running. There was a person she crashed into. It gets all blurred and tangled, she thinks she’s free but the thing about those movies is that the thing you ran from in the getaway car catches up to you particularly if there’s a track you can follow. Oceans of distance weren’t enough, darling. You needed to disappear. And I think she realises that  but she tries to pretend innocence and will the sunset closer. Unfortunately  the only real  way to untangle yourself is to disappear crying in the back of a getaway car in the dead of night. Without a word. That must have hurt a lot.

TRACK 10: “KING OF MY HEART.”

This song happens in tandem with Delicate. She’d sworn off love. Joe turned up. The British boy with the heart of gold who made his American queen believe. He made behind closed doors a paradise of rooftop nights. Before she knows it, he is every love story Taylor has ever daydreamed of. The line “is this the end to all the endings” made my heart swell because it’s clear Taylor hopes he’s the one. Please let there be no more heartbreak.

TRACK 11: “DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED.”

Dancing is supposed to be a joyous thing and maybe it was in the beginning. You can reassure with every beat. Sometimes your gut instinct shouldn’t be ignored though  because it does raise red flags. The door only needs to be fractionally ajar for the hunters to find a way in and set your paradise aflame. It sometimes doesn’t matter how much you dance to escape the flames, they will catch you. You will get tired. Dancing is a bliss that is euphoria swimmimg through your veins if the beat enters your bloodstream in the right moment; you feel like you could live forever. And in the end no matter how much it might hurt to walk away again, you would still dance for just another kick of that rush.

TRACK 12: “DRESS.”

Taylor’s caught up in the chemical rush. Every syllable drips with lust and the glory of the high when your hearts crash into each other, slamming the breath from between your ribs. It’s hands in hair and I don’t care what they think. It’s seeing the worst (hi bleachella) and still wanting. It’s realising you made mistakes before this and why didn’t you just do this from the beginning because it feels so good now you can’t ever have imagined wanting anything else. But every mistake is a marker in the roadmap and you woke up just in time to find where you needed to be.

TRACK 13: “THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.”

I think everyone’s been in this situation, right? Someone burns you and it hurts but in the fun of a party, you click and connect again and it all starts to feel like water under the bridge. Maybe there was over-reacting happening. You throw them a second chance. Redemption. You’re the nice girl and you make excuses. But then they do it again, maybe it takes a couple of things and suddenly it’s too much. You lock the gate for your own safety. But they still expect you not to care. To flash a smile and forgive. I’m sorry. That’s not happening. You get hurt when I push back. I guess I should forgive you because we both threw stones. But… that would require me to mean it. Whoops, *laughs manaically* I can’t even say it with a straight face!!!

PS: It’s not too obvious I have personal experience with this song is it? Thanks KS x.

TRACK 14: “CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT.”

This song is difficult for me to process because I never thought it would actually happen. I seem to remember somewhere along the way, a couple of years back, Taylor expressing frustration that she couldn’t seem to write happy songs about being in love like Ed Sheeran could. Well, I wish you could go back Taylor and tell yourself what you know now.

This song is a three minute ode to happy love. It’s smiles so wide you might split your face in half at the thought of that person. It’s blushing and shy giggles and bursts of song and twirls and all caps texts from your girls as they collectively lose their minds over how happy you are. This is every love story and fairytale Taylor has ever wanted but the wolves are always waiting, not so easy to outrun. 

Taylor says it herself in the  opening lines. She was done. The castle had crumbled. The bricks left bruises blooming on her exposed skin. People were tearing her down and she was hurting. Her heart had been shattered but so had her soul, again and again, relentlessly. And then she retreated, went silent and rebuilt. What she didn’t count on was love. A man who saw all the bruises and broken pieces and said it’s OK, I can still find the real you under all that. Taylor like so many of us looked in the mirror and saw all the danger for herself and for Joe, tried to push him away, keep him safe. That’s a very noble action but breaking your own heart so it doesn’t hurt as much when you feel like the other shoe is going to drop requires apathy from the other person. And Joe, god bless you, you didn’t let her push you away. You broke down her walls and showed you that starlight love does still exist. You loved her for Taylor. The person. You got her to give love a chance when she swore never again so thank you so much for that. I can’t really express how much that means to all of us. 

 This is an anthem of hope for every person who has ever been broken and is in the process of putting pieces back together. It can be done. We will find love. We will be radiantly happy again. We will be the strongest we’ve ever been. 

PS: *leans over to whisper in Taylor’s ear*

I think you’re finally clean…

TRACK 15: “NEW YEARS DAY.”

Piano on the final track… This is an ode of pure hope and happiness, a fitting final chapter to a remarkable story. Everyone wants the glory of the midnights and the lover who will be in their bloodstream like the party. But what we all hope for is someone who stays long enough to help us clean up the bottles on New Years Day. Someone who makes us feel like the messy unfiltered parts look like a highlight reel. Good times and bad times and all in between. They won’t leave. You found him. Forever.

This album is fucking brilliant Taylor. I love you. Proud x.

@taylorswift @taylornation @brian-mansfield

Becoming Human... Almost

Summary: After finding Jack, Sam and Dean bring him to the bunker for you to watch him while they are taking care of business.

Words: 1468

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Originally posted by maplecas

Warnings: None, really. Spoilers for Season 13 at most.


As soon as the Bunker door opened, you looked up. Cleaning and repairing the Bunker while Sam, Dean, and Mary were out to find Castiel and Kelly before Lucifer did. You were sure that “somebody needs to take care of this mess” wasn’t the only reason they wouldn’t let you come along with them.

Dean was the first one to come into view. He looked exhausted, sad. The next person was someone you didn’t know and after him followed Sam. No Mary or Cas.

“Who’s that?” you asked, making all three men look at you, the stranger furrowed his brows.

“Y/N… oh, uh… this is… this is Jack. Lucifer’s son,” Sam explained, trying a smile but you only quirked a brow.

“Lucifer is not my father,” Jack had said, earning a sigh from Dean.

“You’re trying to tell me this grown ass man is Lucifer’s child? Shouldn’t he be a baby?” you only quirked your brow even more.

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Can I just say that Namjoon is a fucking gem, even though multiple of those DJs tried to fish out dirt about ARMYs and make us look like a bunch of crazy, psychopathic idiotic fangirls. He defended us and not once did he consider us as those weird people. He told them about the good stuff we do and how they’re not weird and insists on telling them that we don’t do crazy things and that we don’t hurt them, he protects us from receiving a bad name and look like lunatics. We don’t deserve him 😭

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You Don’t Have To (but i do)

Happy birthday to the lovely and talented @bleep0bleep! I hope you had a wonderful day, darling!

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The room was silent except for the muted sounds of the storm outside, the steady drum of rain hitting the oversized windows and the thunder rolling ever closer a pale echo of Stiles’ own pulse; his heart was hammering in his chest so loudly that he could hardly hear the speech he was trying to rehearse in his head.


Derek watched him cautiously, expectant but wary from the other end of the worn couch, body turned toward Stiles and a readiness in his posture that meant he was preparing to leap into action if the need were to arise. “You- you said there was something you wanted to tell me? Are you sure that’s all, Stiles? Is something wrong?”


Derek sounds worried, and Stiles wants to rush to reassure him, but the words are stuck behind the ones that have been swirling in his head for what feels like forever. He manages to reach a hand out and rest it on Derek’s wrist where it’s perched on his knee. It isn’t until Derek brings his other hand to clasp over Stiles’ that Stiles realizes his grip is more of a clutch than a comfort. He can’t loosen his fingers though, even with the way Derek’s thumb starts to rub soothingly over the back of Stiles’ knuckles.


“Stiles?”


It’s the softness of Derek’s voice that gets him, the way his name sounds like a plea when said so quietly in the small space between them. Though really, it’s Derek. It’s always just Derek that brings Stiles running, that brings him back to himself, that pushes him to keep going, be better. It’s Derek and his way of making Stiles want to have more, to be more, that brought Stiles to his door at nearly midnight on a night with the promise of heavy rains.


It’s Derek’s warmth and his once surprising but now accustomed sincerity that made Stiles’ fall in love with him, and it’s those things that finally have the tension in his body melting away enough that he can take a deep breath and begin.


“I was sitting in the diner, and the waitress was being flirted with by this over-eager kid, and she was so obviously irritated, y'know? She was pouring coffee angrily! It was actually impressive, but… Her whole face just screamed ‘I’m annoyed and it’s gross to hit on people at their job’, but she had to be polite, because she’s at work, but she had these eyebrows that could put yours to shame for their vocabulary, and the kid was all hyper energy and elbows,” Derek’s eyebrows are eloquent enough to convey his confusion, but he’s listening intently regardless of how little sense Stiles is making. His patience with Stiles’ rambling has grown to admirable proportions in the years they’ve been friends, it may be another reason Stiles loves him.


“I was watching them, and I thought ‘I almost miss that’ but that’s a lie! I don’t miss that at all! I don’t miss you looking like you’d rather claw your own eyes out than ask me for the time of day, or me being so nervous around you that all I could do was run my mouth. I don’t miss us being barely tolerant acquaintances, I wouldn’t change our friendship for anything. But I needed to tell you before another day ended, I don’t know why, but watching them, I had to tell you right away, that I am stupidly, totally in love with you, and I don’t think I can stop. I don’t want to lose you, I would literally rather give up breathing than not have you in my life; you don’t have to love me back, I totally get it if you don’t, or you can’t. I just. I needed to tell you. I needed you to know that I love you, because on the other side of the diner was this tiny, grumpy old man with kept looking at a photo in his wallet and he had this sad-happy frown, and I don’t want to be alone 50 years from now looking back and feeling like I-”


Stiles is cut off by a burst of delighted laughter from Derek, who is somehow right next to him now, knees touching and Derek’s body leaning into Stiles’ space.


“Wha- Der?” Stiles is too stunned to be scared that he’s messed up– Derek’s laughter always catches Stiles slightly off guard with its audacity. Making him joyful by proxy– but he is uncertain about what it means.


Derek drops Stiles’ hand so that he can cup his face instead. “You are,” Derek chuckles, pressing his thumbs lightly along Stiles’ cheekbones and looking at him with something like awe, “So, so stupid.” He’s still smiling, and before Stiles can make a reflexive indignant scoff, Derek is giving him the softest, most perfect kiss of his entire life.


It’s over before Stiles can blink, but it only ends so Derek can say “I love you, too,” around a smile, and then the kiss resumes in quick presses and slow drags and exploratory swipes of tongue in between shared smiles and bursts of joyful laughter.

okay but yall can we break this down like first amy just completely shuts down in shock and jake delivers a classic sex tape joke but its THE MOST SENTIMENTAL TONE OF VOICE IVE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE HOW DO U JOKE THAT REVERENTLY and amy just does it back so casually i love how THEM this is like its not all mushy which makes it MUSHIER bc its TAILORED TO THEM but my FAVORITE PART IS WHEN AMY THREATENS TO DUMP HIM AND HE!! SMILES!! HE LOOKS SO HAPPY MY MAN SM LOVE IN HIS EYES!! BC AMY WANTS IT TO BE REAL.SHE WANTS THIS SM YALL also he calls her ames do i even have to say but then when he reassures her and amy goes SO SOFT LIKE GIRL THIS HAPPENING NOW SHES STARTING TO CRY ITS REAL ITS REAL ITS NOT JUST IN HER HEAD ANYMORE ames again ITS SO AUTHENTIC MAN BUT LETS BE REAL HE WROTE THIS DOWN SO MANY TIMES TO TRY AND GET IT RIGHT BUT ALL LOGIC FLEW OUT THE WINDOW WHEN HIS GORGEOUS ALMOST FIANCE WAS LOOKING DOWN AT HIM and HER LAUGH WHEN SHE LOOKS AT HIM GIRL U IN LOVE he literally knows she doesn’t like die hard and HE DOESNT CARE IM? ALSO CALLING HER THE BEST DETECTIVE IS SUCH A?? MOVE LIKE THATS?? THE PINACLE OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP ARE U KIDDING ME they love each others butts and its gross THEYRE JOKING SO CASUALLY THIS IS PURE TRUE LOVE AND THEN HE ASKS AND SHE SAYS AND THEY IMMEDIATELY GO TO EACH OTHER AND AFTER THE KISS THEY JUST LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AMY STROKES HIS FACE ARE U KIDDING ME AND JAKE SMILES SO BIG WHAT DORKS I CANT EVEN AND WE FINALLY SEE HIS ARMS GRIPPING HER FOR DEAR LIFE SHES THE BEST THING IN HIS LIFE HES THE BEST THING IN HERS IM

little town

request: billy x reader imagine?? He decides to run away and wants you to come with him??

warnings: mentions of abuse; slight angst?

word count: 1,217

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Three taps against your window woke you up in the middle of the night. For a few seconds, you were groggy. You had just fallen asleep after a few hours of studying for your upcoming chemistry test.

It was dark in your room. You quickly turned on your bedside lamp. Uncovering yourself from your bedsheets first, you walked over to your balcony door to see who woke you in the middle of the night.

Billy Hargrove, the resident bad boy of Hawkins, was standing on your balcony. It was not the first time that he had come over in the middle of the night.

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Four Weddings

Part 1 of this really fluffy series that I’ve been trying to write for what feels like ten years. I hope you guys enjoy it! Please send some feedback and fill this out to be added to my tag list! 

Word Count: 6000+

Warnings: Language and cute stuff 

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

Tom was an idiot, he was sure of it. The only reason he even decided to go to these stupid weddings were because Joanne was going to be there, she was going to be at each of the weddings, and of course, when he found out she was seeing someone else Tom just had to RSVP with, “Yes I will be attending, with one guest.”

Now it was three days before the first wedding, and he was just as single as ever. “How hard can it be to find a girl to go with me to a few weddings?” he remembered telling himself when he sent in his RSVP months ago and had since forgotten about it. That is until his old friend, Jerry, who was getting married, sent him a message. It read, hey man! Can’t wait to see you and your girl at the wedding, been too long. Tom knew he was royally fucked.

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“His Wedding” Part 7

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (dont get used to this)

Word Count: 2085

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: repost, with a lil’ editing! taglist is open! also

‘His Wedding’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

As we looked in the direction of the door, where Bucky stood awkwardly, mouth partly open and eyes giving us a questioned look, I only have one question in my mind – What’s going on in Bucky’s head?

Hell, even in this situation, I’m concerned about Bucky! Why can’t I let him go?

I purse my lips and remove my hands from Steve’s hair. Sitting back on my knees, I scratch the back of my neck trying to think of a way out of this condition. I don’t know why, but I really want to disappear, dig a whole and bury myself in it.

All the three of us wait, probably for the other to break the uncomfortable silence. Bucky lets out a chuckle-y breath, pointing a finger at us,

“I’ll just–” he takes a step back, “I’ll come back later.”

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NEW CHAPTER IS OUT AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

  • GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM AIZAWA YOU CREEP
  • YES YES THANK YOU SUNSHINE CHILD AAAAAHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR SAVING ZAWA
  • PUNCH THE SHIT OUTTA HIM, DEKU
  • THE MASK CAME OFF??????????? WHAT’S UNDERNEATH THERE?????
  • ITS………… just a regular face. oh. ok
  • ANYWAY AAAAAAHHHH ERI’S QUIRK IS GOING CRAZY HOLY SHIT THAT’S TERRIFYING
  • the irony of this arc is that usually, only Izuku gets hurt. this time, LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE GOT HURT. EXCEPT IZUKIU. thanks to reversing quirk. lmao
  • Tsuyu holding Aizawa is kinda adorable, especially since her hand is like GIGANTIC compared to his lmao. also AAAAAHHHHH ZAWA HE’S APOLOGIZING TO IZUKU B/C HE’S ABOUT TO CANCEL OUT HIS QUIRK AAHHHH EXCEPT HE LOOKS AT ERI INSTEAD WHICH THANK GOD YOU SAVED IZUKU, AIZAWA
  • silently wonders if Tsuyu holding Aizawa after he’s gotten the shit beat outta him is gonna become a lowkey running gag since it also happened in the USJ arc. protect your teacher, sweet frog child, he gets the shit beat out of him too often
  • Look at Ochako restraining Overhaul like a fucking boss
  • NIGHTEYE AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH PLEASE BE OKAY
  • random but i find it kinda funny that both a villain (Mr. Compress) and Nighteye lost an arm this arc
  • AAAAAAHHHH IZUKU CHANGED FATE IZUKU CHANGED IT NIGHTEYE, THAT MEANS IT’S NOT ABSOLUTE AND IT MEANS ALL MIGHT MAY LIVE
  • SO NO FATALIST AND SAD TALK NOW OK PLEASE GO SEE HIM AFTER THIS GODDAMMIT 
  • FATGUM IS SO WORRIED FOR HIS KIDS AAAAHHH HE’S CRYING I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH AAAAAAAHHHHHHH
  • oh fuck what does the VA want with Chisaki……………………….
11 Types of CMBYN fans

1. The angsty location-unlucky fan: I will probably never get to watch this movie where I live, and I’ll never get to go a film festival, why must temptation be so near but so far, someone h e l p m e ,,,

2. The Fix-It Fan: #ELIO AND OLIVER GET BACK TOGETHER, #EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT THEY GET BACK TOGETHER, #OR EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT THEY NEVER BROKE UP, #THEY NEVER EVER BROKE UP, #AU WHERE THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER, #HAPPILY EVER AFTER AU, #HAPPY!ELIO, #HAPPY!OLIVER, #FIX IT, #YOU CANT STOP ME, #SORRY ACÍMAN, #ELIO AND OLIVER ARE HAPPY AND ALIVE AND TOGETHER

3. The Film Analyst: look at them, look at the way they look at each other, stare into that gentleness and that warmth but also that tension, which is all so meaningful when you consider the dynamics of their relationship shifts such that…[ten pages later] and also i’m going to the next film festival to try to catch this for the seventh time bc I’m already going into withdrawal, I shall continue this then, but wait, actually, let me translate these quotes in the film for you…

4. The Bookworm: Elio’s feelings of fear, love, jealousy, and complexity towards Oliver can be understood through these, these and these excerpts. For example, this particular line has multiple meanings, allow me to break it down with reference to Proust, Italian sociopolitics, Jewish culture, Greek…[3 hours later] and then Oliver just uses that shared academic interest to enlighten his son without seeming pushy, and that father-son relationship is just so heartwarming and I hope that son goes on to live with the love of his life without regret, but ok fine I also just wrote a huge dissertation on he question of whether there is regret between Elio and Oliver so just have your own opinion on it, my hand is cramping from typing for hours i’m sobbin

5. The self-restrained spoiler avoider: I am disciplined and will avoid spoilers until I can appreciate this movie personally in all its perfection, please tag your spoilers

6. The spoiler-hungry fan: screw self control, you never know when death will claim you, giVE mE everything you have on cmbyn. Give me the book, give me every leaked clip, give me gifs, give me the UK TV Ad even if I don’t live in the UK, I thirst for every new bit, GIMME

7. The RPF shipper: Armie x Timmy, RPF, RPF! Armie is married but in an open relationship! Do you want every gif and every gif analysis of every moment where they make eye contact? I have it. Do you want the dialogue with each other, quoted and analysed and screeched over? Cuz I have that too. Now watch me pore over all these like those detectives with cluttered documents pinned to a noticeboard hell yeah

8. The dedicated Armie fan : ok but real talk look at this sweet gentle giant of a man and how well he plays all those shy, repressed roles which somehow work even better when he’s ripped as a lumberjack, but also here let me put a flower crown on him and reblog TMFU gifsets

9. The lonely Timmy fan: my precious bby, look at that angelic smile but also that playful smirk, look at that innocent fanboying expression, he literally wears baggy coats all the time to try hiding the fact that he’s smol, i’m cryin, I need to touch his hAir I bet it’s soft, ugh he’s not in enough movies

10. The still-not-over-it fan: the kisS. h t e  k i s s. Do you not SEE the way elio licked oliver’s upper lip. I want this in monochrome, in leaked clip form, in HD form, in pastel filter form, in all other filter forms, everything. Is this the 15th time I’ve reblogged this, no actually idc I’m reblogging it again, along with the frame-by-frame analysis of it

11. The stealth shipper: y e ah,, ur right I’m like suddenly reblogging all these pictures of peaches and the italian scenery, but what do u mean /sweats

Too Late

Originally posted by ngocanne

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Alternate Ending

J-hope x Reader

Much Angst

A/N: Hello everyone! So lately, I’ve been having Massive J-hope feels. He’s hard core bias wrecking my bias wrecker (Joonie). So here’s a one shot based around a dream I had about him. (Slightly changed) Hope you enjoy! ~Yosei

Trigger warning: Slight self-harm


    “You need to tell him.”

    “Boom! Headshot,” you grin at Jungkook as you just took him out with Widowmaker. You turn to Yoongi and glare at him. “You’re out of your mind.”

    Jungkook pouts as he is waiting to respawn. “Y/N, you need to tell him eventually or it’ll be too late. It’s not that hard.”

    “Says you,” you mumble as you search for Jungkook once more with your sniper.

    “Y/N, it’s pretty obvious he loves you back. Just tell him,” you hear Taehyung say through your headset. 

    You roll your eyes as you find Jungkook and take another shot. “Boom! Headshot again!”

    “What the fuck!” Jungkook gets frustrated as he waits to respawn once more.

    “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have chose Pharah when I chose Widow. Duh.” You chuckle.

    “Y/N, you’ve been in love with the boy for like, 10 years, which I still don’t understand why. You need to tell him. Before it’s too late.” Yoongi says sleepily as he watches you, Jungkook and Taehyung play a deathmatch.

    “Taehyung where the fuck are you hiding…” You mumble, purposefully ignoring Yoongi.

    Suddenly you were being shot at by Tracer. Being too fast, Taehyung killed you. “Ha! Guess you found me.”

    It was your turn to pout as you wait to respawn yourself. “But…What if he rejects me? We’ve been friends since we were kids. All of us. I don’t want to risk that.” You say quietly, scared out of your mind that your once best friend would no longer want anything to do with you.

    Jungkook glances over at you and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Like we said, it’s pretty obvious Hoseok loves you back. Just take the chance. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

    You shake your head and swing onto a high beam, searching for Taehyung and Jungkook. Jungkook looks at you, suddenly serious. “How about this. If I kill you in the next shot, you have to tell him. Tonight.”

    You send Jungkook a side glance. Your hands shake as you even imagine telling Hoseok how you feel. “But he said he was busy and that’s why he couldn’t hang out with us.” You drop your head, suddenly saddened by the thought about being ditched by your best friend. “He’s been telling us this the last few weeks. I haven’t even seen him.”

    “All the more reason to tell him. Maybe it’ll wake his ass up,” Taehyung speaks again through the mic.

    You sigh and nod. “Fine. If you get the next kill on me, I’ll tell him tonight.”

    Jungkook grins and turns his attention back to the screen. You pay attention to the game even more now. You don’t want to do this, so you search hard to find Jungkook before he finds you. Suddenly, you’re being shot in the head, as you were killed by… another Widowmaker?

    You glare at Jungkook surprised, “wait, you changed your character just so you can kill me? For this bet? You do know that changing your character in a deathmatch cancels out all your other kills, right?”

    Jungkook smirks and winks at you. “It was worth it, babe.You need to do this.”

    Yoongi claps his hands and smiles. “Oh good, now we can finally get on with it. Finish your game and we can send Y/N on her way.”

    As much as you wanted to make the game last all night, Taehyung only needed 10 more kills to win. You tried hiding to the best of your ability, but once Jungkook switched to Widowmaker and Taehyung was using Tracer, you’re pretty much fucked. Taehyung eventually won the game, Jungkook in second and you in last. You groan, tempted to throw the controller at the wall.

    “Goodluck, Y/N! I expect to hear about how it goes!” Taehyung says goodbye over the mic and signs off. Jungkook takes off his headset and you do as well.

    “Alright, Y/N. Time for you to get going.” Yoongi grins. You stand up and brush yourself off. Suddenly, you try bolting to the bathroom to hid for the rest of the night but Yoongi caught you by the shirt. “Ah ah ah. I don’t think so. The door is that way.” He points to the door that leads to outside.

    You glare at both your best friends. “Fine.” You mumble as you head out the door.

    Since Hoseok’s house isn’t that far from Yoongi’s, you head down the street by foot. On your way, thoughts race through your mind. You, Hoseok, Jungkook, Yoongi and Tahyung have been best friends since you were kids. The five of you were inseparable. You don’t know exactly when you developed a crush, but suddenly you were falling. Falling because of your best friend. He was sweet, loving, caring, full of energy. You were closed off, quiet to anyone who was not your best friends, low-key. You were closer to Yoongi in personality than Hoseok. But that’s what made your love even greater. He balanced you out. The problem is, you never had the guts to tell him.

    Now you’re 24, out of college and it’s going to be too late soon to say anything. Having a crush for 10 years on someone who has no idea takes a toll on you. You watched him date, having long lasting relationships and here you were, never really had any sort of relationship. Yeah, you’ve been on a few dates, but nothing that lasted more than a week. None of those guys were Hoseok. They just couldn’t compare.

    ‘The boys are right. It’s time to tell him,’ You think to yourself. ‘He’s finally single and it’s your chance.’

    You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn’t realize you had made it to his door. You climb the steps, your legs shaking with anticipation and anxiety. You reach the top step and stare at the door. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you ring the doorbell. You instantly regret doing so. Your immediate reaction was to run, pretend like it was a prank. But before you could process that thought, you hear the door unlock.

    “Hello, can I- oh, Y/N! What are you doing here?” Hoseok answers the door. All you can do is stare at him. You’ve always thought he was good looking, but lately, you can see him growing up into a very handsome young man. This thought threatens to make you blush, but you try to hold it in.

    “H-Hey, Hobi. I w-wanted to talk to you about something,” you stammer. God, if you can’t talk now, what makes you think you can actually tell him how you feel?

    “Baby, have you seen my- Oh, hello there.”

    Your eyes widen and your breath hitches. You suddenly see a women pop her head up behind Hoseok. It occurs to you that she’s partially naked. Hoseok rubs the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed.

    “Oh, Y/N. This is my girlfriend, Mina. Mina, this is my friend, Y/N.”

    Mina sends you a small smile. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m sorry for being rude, but I’ve got to search for something.” She nods at you and takes her leave back into the house.

    Hoseok smiles after his girlfriend and turns his attention back to you. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

    You can barely speak. When you finally find your voice, it comes out as a small squeak. “O-oh. It’s nothing serious. I got to go now. See you later.” You turn and bound down the steps.

    “Oh. O-Okay.” Hoseok looks after you, confused. He shrugs and closes the door.

    You couldn’t get out of there fast enough. You feel like your legs are failing you as you push faster and faster. Suddenly you can’t breath. You run as fast as you can back to Yoongi’s house. When you made it to the door, you pound as hard as you can. Yoongi opens the door, a surprised look on his face. “Y/N, hey what’s-”

    Before he can finish his sentence, you collapse on the ground. Your legs just couldn’t hold you up anymore.

    “Y/N!” Yoongi panics. He puts his arms around you and pulls you inside. “JUNGKOOK GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!”

    “Alright alright, hold on.” Jungkook comes out of the kitchen holding a water bottle. When he sees you, he immediately drops it and runs to your side. “Oh my god, Y/N! Are you okay?”

    You can’t answer him. All you can do is hyperventilate, your whole body trembling. Your eyes are wide as you look around the room. You suddenly feel trapped you push Yoongi away and back up into the corner of the room.

    Yoongi and Jungkook look scared out of their minds. “Jungkook, call Taehyung and get him over here. Now!” Jungkook nods and runs for his phone.

    You hold your head in your hands, shaking it back at fourth. The tears continue to spill from your eyes, making your panic attack worse. Yoongi sits down next to you. “Y/N, breath. Please, what happened?” You continue to shake your head, not listening to anything he’s saying. 

    You start scratching hard at your wrist, eventually beads of blood starting to show. “Y/N, stop!” Jungkook grabs your hand, trying to get you to stop hurting yourself.

    Just then Taehyung bursts through the door. “Where is she?!” He practically yells, startling  you. Jungkook yells to him. Taehyung comes over slowly, dropping to his knees. “Hey, Y/N. You need to tell us what happened. Please.” He asks, concern laced in his voice.

    You try to calm your breathing. You look up at the boys. They gasp at your face. Tears are cascading down your cheeks and your eyes are red and puffy. You try your voice, it coming out a lot more raspy than you thought. “Y-you said h-he loved me. Y-You p-promised.” You cry out, as you feel your heart break into a million pieces.


Should I make a Part 2??

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