i want him to be my brother

Keep Your Hands on Your Juicebox || TOM HOLLAND IMAGINE

Originally posted by theunholyqueens

Originally posted by sadie96dr3amz

REQUEST: Okay uhm… hello there! Here’s a request: Being Sebstan’s little sister, and he’s a very protective big brother, and the reader trying to make their boyfriend, Tom, believe that none of the threats their brother did was going to happen. (In another words, cause I think I sound confusing: Reader dates Tom. Reader is Sebastian’s younger sister. Sebastian is overprotective and Tom gets a bit scared of him, but Reader reassures Tom everything’s gonna be okay.) - @bitterqueenofhearts

PAIRING: Tom Holland x Reader


WARNINGS: Slight swearing, fluff

CHARACTERS: Tom Holland, Reader ft. Sebastian Stan 

A/N: Oh my goodness, when I got this request I was so happy and so excited to do it! I hope you guys enjoy it. If you want a request then it’s in the link below. 


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moemothefoxkit  asked:

So I was thinking, are those guys who came to Edd's house police or just like agents ? Cause what if Edd was arrested for harboring "dangerous monsters", kidnapping (if Matt's g-ma wanted him back), and stolen "property" from the lab, not to mention assaulting an officer and resisting arrest? (Sorry my brothers a cop so I'm kinda a nerd about this stuff haha)

either way Edd’s gonna be in deep legal trouble if he gets caught

barbiebrival  asked:

One quick question~ You write Kino? If so~ (still if not) May I request most to least to accept their s/o wants to adopt and adopting(and why or why not)? :3 Thanks and keep the good work!

Admin Sam : (▰˘◡˘▰) Sure! I’ll try my best.

Most To Least Likely 

  1. Azusa Mukami
  2. Laito Sakamaki
  3. Subaru Sakamaki 
  4. Kou Mukami 
  5. Shuu Sakamaki
  6. Yuma Mukami
  7. Kino
  8. Ruki Mukami
  9. Kanato Sakamaki
  10. Ayato Sakamaki
  11. Reiji Sakamaki

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anonymous asked:

Pasta Pasta!! Can I request a first time with Chisaki? Maybe like a senior year graduation fuck? You can write it however you want but I need this in my life.

Oh whoops I drooled for Kai and Hari in their highschool days. I image Hari as a bit more rambunctious as a high school kid.
FFN=First friend’s name
TFN=Second friend’s name

-Mod Pasta 🍜 🍝

“Congratulations, Kai!” You threw sarcastically at him as he approached you after the celebration. His last name, Chisaki, was far from the first letter of your name, so you hadn’t sat with him. Now that the ceremony was over, though, he made his way to you and Hari. Hari, the oblivious almost-brother of you and Kai, was mumbling to himself as he leaned into you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He had had a final literally today because he had put it off for so long. 

“Shut up,” He muttered, then smiled softly him himself and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and adjusting his graduation hat, “I feel like I could jump off of a cliff and live. Is this what I’m supposed to feel like?”

“Yes, but instead of that, why don’t we party at my place?” You suggested with a wicked grin. You already had two friends from school, acquaintances of Kai and Hari’s, coming over for a mini party. But if these two came, Kai likely spending the night, it would truly be a mini party. Your parents were practically never home, so no harm and no foul if they don’t know.

“No alcohol?” Kai confirmed, and you whined and leaned back into Hari until he had to let go so that he wouldn’t fall over.

“You don’t have to drink it if someone brings it,” You shrugged, and he sighed and raised his eyebrows before opening his eyes and nodding.

“That’s true. Why not?”


“(F/N), my ears…” Kai had shown up in casual attire with a six pack of his favourite carbonated drink. He hadn’t expected this; shots laid out in rows, someone who brought over fifty jello shots, and junk food towering the island in the kitchen that was open to the living room. He took a step back, but you closed the door with a grin. You had worn a sexy v-cut crop top of white with green army pants with a dark green choker necklace.

“It’s loud, but you’ll get used to it. I got you a tray of meats, crackers and cheese since I knew you won’t eat most of this,” You referenced to the mountain of chips, dips, carbonated drinks and other things. He sighed, nodding and setting the drinks down before Hari suddenly sprouted out of nowhere. Seriously, you didn’t even remember him showing up??

“Kai! You made it, I thought you wouldn’t come, seriously,” Hari exclaimed, then grabbed a jello shot and handed it to him. He hesitantly accepted, looking at the shot like it was an alien.

“It’s jello, try some,” You partially told the truth, and Kai perked up and fondly glanced at you before taking it. He blinked a couple of times, then set the mini container on the island.

“Thank you, Kurono. How’s the party so far?”


“TRUTH OR DARE, NO BUTTS!” Hari had grabbed everyone and turned the music down a few notches. Now that everyone was in a circle on your living room floor, sitting in a few normal positions all except for the crouching Hari, his tipsy giggle called everyone to listen to him.

“I’ll start - (F/N), truth or dare?” Your hyper, neon coloured hair friend quickly took dare.

“Every time Chisaki does a dare, you have to remove an article of clothing,” He shot his friend a lopsided smile, and Kai scowled at him.

“Why me?”

“Because we all know that you won’t do any dares,” he teased, causing Chisaki raise an eyebrow as his forever black mask shifted slightly, indicating a smile. Maybe it was the three jello shots he had unknowingly taken, but he was much more relaxed right now than normal.

“Is that a dare itself, Kurono?”


“I’m not coming out naked, Hari!” You exclaimed from your room as you stood their with only underwear on. Hari, and the rest of your friends, had taken to daring Chisaki at every second they could.

“Oh, come on, please?” He slurred, and you sighed and crossed your arms.

“Only if you promise not to try and-” He cut you off quickly, opening the door.

“You’ll be fine, I promi-ise-” His cheeks flushed red, and you scowled and pushed past him, making your way to the drunk group of your friends.

“Alright, I’m back, you can stop staring now,” You grumbled, and the one partially sober person in the room gaped as you sat down without a top on.

“Daring…” (FFN) whispered, and you shot them a glare. They quickly looked away, giggling to themselves as they took another sip of their alcoholic beverage.

“I swear, you almost gave me a nosebleed,” Hari exclaimed as he walked into the room behind you, sitting back down.

“Where were we?”


“Alright, bye!” You waved to the last of your friends as they left. Hari had left first after he threw up, then the rest of your friends caught a ride with someone who hadn’t been at the party. This left you (finally clothed) with Kai at two AM. You turned to him, chuckling as he poked the jello shots. You quickly approached him and grabbed the one he was going for.

“That’s enough jello for you, Kai,” You put the shots in the fridge, then started to put the rest of the food away.

“I didn’t know that I like Jello that much,” He admitted, and you glanced back at him before shaking your head. That poor boy didn’t even know.

“Mmm, nor did I. You’re staying the night, right?” You confirmed, and he nodded. You had had just a bit to drink, so you weren’t too tipsy as of now. You grabbed his arm, leading him to the couch and sitting down.

“Definitely should have done that during the school year,” You admitted, and he shook his head and glanced at the clock.

“No, that was much too loud and rambunctious for me. Even Hari got drunk.”

“Hari gets drunk at every party, Kai, you just don’t go to them,” You could tell that his jaw had dropped. You laughed, pushing his shoulder.

“He doesn’t, I would have smelled it on him the next day!” He lightly shoved you back, and you shoved him harder, causing him to fall over onto the couch.

“I taught him to mask it with energy drinks,” He scrambled back up, the alcohol throwing off his center of balance slightly. He pushed you, causing you to grab his shoulder as you fell back over onto the couch like he had. This caused him to have to catch himself on the arm rest, and now you lay beneath him. Suddenly, the both of you got silent, and you could feel the tension between each other.

“Could we…?” Kai trailed off, and you nodded quickly and grabbed the collar of his black shirt.

“It’s a special night, and I trust you. Let me do this,” you then slid out from under him, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him onto his back. You saw him swallow hard, his eyes widening.

“Come on, don’t be shy. We’ve been friends ever since middle school,” You straddled his waist, your hands on his chest as his own made it to your waist.

“But I can’t kiss you, and we aren’t dating (F/N),” He weakly protested, and you smirked down at the flustered but lustful brown haired boy beneath you.

“Mmm,” You leaned down, planting a kiss on his mask, causing him to gape as his cheeks flushed a deep red, “we’ve always talked about dating, but that can wait.”

“…” He thought for a second. You were slightly tipsy, but he was too, and it wasn’t like he would have to put up with children after this; you were on birth control for your cramps. He sighed, closing his eyes as his hands slid under your shirt, “Screw it.”

“No, Kai, screw me,” You joked, causing his eyes to shoot open and glare at you momentarily until you grinded into his crotch. He tensed up, then melted into the feeling as you rocking into him and let him slide his hands under your shirt. You only wore the shirt, since you had thrown it on once truth or dare had ended. His hands trailed upwards, well, his gloves. Like always, he had white gloves on, but their texture only heightened your sensitively to his touch.

“Just shut up, you’ll make it awkward,” He mumbled, and you chuckled and nodded as you leaned down close to his face so that he could play more with your breasts. It was times like these that he really wished he had better control of his quirk, because he was about to have graduation sex with his second best friend.

You felt yourself growing warm and wet, and you thought about asking Kai to finger you, but you wondered how he would respond with his germaphobia.

“Isn’t there supposed to be foreplay?” he piped up, and you nodded excitedly and got off of him momentarily to remove your underwear and shirt. He took this time to take his pants off, pausing before he removed his black boxers.

“Won’t be needing them, Kai,” You mocked, and he glared at you and pulled them off as his neck and face turned bright red. You, still a virgin just like him, still had seen enough of your friends having sex to not blush too much yourself.

“I just hope you know what you’re doing,” He seethed, and you pushed his shouldered down once again and sat with his dick on your ass. You could feel it starting to rise, though.

“I do.. mostly,” you admitted, and he once again mentioned the foreplay. You chuckled grabbing one of his hands and leaning back, “Yeah, just slide one of your fingers…” You folded all but his middle finger back, placing it at your entrance, “into here.”

“This feels absolutely disgusting,” He whispered when he slid his finger into you, and you sighed at the slight relief, “wait… I think I know what to do.”

“Do you?” You questioned interestedly, and he nodded before he began to slowly pump his fingers.

“Well, I’m a boy, of course I should kind of know what to do. I just don’t watch porn videos ever other hour.”

“So… every other other hour?” You teased, and he forced another finger into you as punishment. You yelped, then bit your bottom lip as he continue to pump and curl his fingers.

“Every few days, you perverted girl,” You could hear the scowl in his voice. Over the years you’d known the germaphobic boy, you had learned to tell his facial expression with his his mask would shift. He used to be a lot more expressive a few years ago, but over the years, he had slowly started to smile less and less.

“No need for that toda-ay,” You stuttered out, his fingers starting to drive you mad. You grabbed his length that was now fully erect, causing him to gasp slowly as you pumped him a couple of times and then pulled his hand away, “because I’m ready for the real thing, Kai.”

“Are you sure?” He quickly asked, his hands rested on your hips and getting some of your juices on them.

“I only need about ten or fifteen until I’m spent… you made sure of that,” Then you smirked wickedly, lining yourself up with his dick, “and I’m sure you won’t last longer than that.”

“What? Of course I’ll-” As you slid him into you, moaning as you forced yourself to entirely hilt him inside of you, “oh, maybe not…”

“Exactly, now shush and let me ride you,” You laughed erotically, then rolled your hips once to get used to his size. Waited a couple more seconds to accommodate him, you then raised yourself up, causing him to slowly sigh as you lowered yourself down again.

You started to bounce up and down, beginning slow and sensual, enjoying every feeling of him inside of you, your walls fitting so well around him. You had grown into a desperate frenzy now, though, and Kai was panting with you as you moaned and whimpered, hands on his chest and diggings into his shirt and skin.

“So naughty, Kai,” You whispered, causing him to tense up slightly before looking away from you.

“Why?” He mumbled, and you chuckled and removed your hands from his chest to cup your breasts as they jiggled with each bounce.

“You like watching me, don’t you?” You more stated than asked, but the smart boy had to shoot something back so that you wouldn’t win.

“I do, but that’s because…” He thought for a second, “you look hot like this,” He just deadpanned awkwardly, and you raised an eyebrow before chuckling and licking your teeth just to catch his attention.

“You’re a great bottom, Kai,” You whispered, “I’m close…”

“Mmm,” He agreed, and you leaned back and grabbed his thighs to support yourself as you bounced just a few more times, the familiar knot in your stomach screaming at you for more, more. His hips started to buck, and his face twitched in question at his own actions as his hands went to your breasts. You felt him lean up, now sitting so that he could get better vantage of you.

One of his hands went to the small of your arching back, and you moaned loudly as you continued to ride him. His other hand went to your chest, his gloved fingers brushing over your nipples and causing you to whimper.

All at once, the pressure dissipated as you came around his dick. You gasped, your body snapping forward and grabbing onto this shoulders as you stopped bouncing. Your walls spasmed and closed around him, causing him to grunt as your arousing actions caused him to tip over as well. Your orgasmed milked him absolutely dry, and you relished in the warm feeling inside of you as you slid him out of you.

“I seriously,” he panted, “s-seriously need a shower.”

“Why don’t we take one together, then?” You suggested, and you saw a small smirk grow upon his face as the teenage boy nodded excitedly.



Meeting their new baby brother.. my heart may just burst!

Peyton was super excited, she couldn’t wait to hold him and wanted to take him home right then. Logan was really standoffish at first, probably seeing me in the hospital but after a few minutes and realizing I was fine, he came around. He eventually decided he would take his baby brother home.

kurai-mokin  asked:

I’m so intrigued by your idea about giving Mark a twin! Would they be a cis fraternal twin? So not actually identical just look it? Haha this has really got my brain going lol

I suppose so! I was thinking Mark rly looks up to his brother and wanted to look like him so they basically look identical after Mark transitioned  :’>

anonymous asked:

My brother was born in '91 and this makes me laugh because can you imagine one day he normally says "I want you to meet my girlfriend" and you're like yeah sure whatever and then you find in front of you miss taylor fucking swift I think I'd die right there. (I wonder also what was his fam's reaction lol)

I’m so curious how that whole scenario of him introducing her to friends and family went down lol

anonymous asked:

I really dislike it when I see people say "don't trust people who like sasuke but hate itachi" I like Sasuke but I'm not gonna like Itachi. I hate how his character is written. I'm aware Sasuke was eventually ruined like most other characters but I liked his character for the most part, can't say the same for his brother.

Don’t most sasuke fans hate Itachi anyway? That’s my impression of the fandom even before the manga ended. It’s partly because what Itachi did to sasuke, it’s also because the stuff Itachi fans said about sasuke. I remember itachi fans were really retarded, they’re mad at Sasuke not doing what Itachi would’ve wanted him to, not playing his part in Itachi’s stupid plan which was really about making himself the most over glorified Konoha dog. If sasuke went back to Konoha, Itachi would’ve succeeded in not only wiping out all the uchiha for Konoha’s sake, but also turning the last one into a Konoha dog by keeping the truths from him. Itachi’s little scheme was never about protecting sasuke, he wanted sasuke to be his legacy beyond his death, an uchiha, but loyal to Konoha. 

I think it’s only itasasu who expect people to like both. Non shippers sasuke fans have always hated Itachi as far as I know. They have a few shippy moments with some corny dialogue about love, those moments might earn a few tears with some sappy soundtrack, but you can’t judge a character based on a few sentimental moments. It’s one thing I don’t like about “ my feeeeeeels” anime, people’re too easily clouded by the sentimentality, they hardly see anything beyond that.

My Love (D.O Kyungsoo Scenario)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo / You

Rating: 12+

Prompt: “This feeling, it’s incredible. I don’t want to be the only one feeling it.”

Writer: monicaexol (My name is Monica)

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

Much to his dismay, his trip to visit his older brother had been cancelled. Not only this, but the contract he signed to star in a new k drama had been rejected and disapproved by his agency. He took the infrequent opportunity of an empty evening to stroll around his old town. He hadn’t been here for a long time now, yet he still remembered each and every corner of it. Now, he wasn’t sure how, but his feet tempted him in the direction of the forbidden cafe. That place of was off zones, for his own emotional safety.

His eyes traced the clouded sky, small droplets of unforgiving rain came sprinkling down, and as fate would have it, he had no umbrella. Moments later he found himself shifting into the small cafe, it was huddled onto the corner of the street. The bitter sweet scent of coffee roamed in the atmosphere. He wriggled his fingers through his chestnut hair as he took another step in, feet slightly shaking. His doe eyes pondered the place, examining the posters and pictures that hugged the old walls and leather booths that lined the outskirts of the room.

He noticed all the initials and names that were etched into any piece of wood that could be touched within reach, clearly the work of love struck teenagers. Bows and arrows, small hearts and a sea of X’s and O’s embedded on each table, chair and wall. This place should’ve made him feel sick, though nothing but nostalgia filled him.

After making a quick order for a plain coffee, he allowed himself to sit at one of the fragile tables. The touch of the cold surface below his fingertips caused him to shudder slightly, soon he warmed up to the feeling of the leather booth he was on, though something felt uncomfortable. He moved in his seat, moving his body around, he felt something hard and flat pushing at his back. Slowly he turned around, feeling the surface of the back of his seat. He was surprised to find a clean cut on the leather seat, a small diary pushed into it. Perhaps he shouldn’t have done what he was going to, but then again, Kyungsoo had done many things that he shouldn’t have.

The pitter patter of rain could be heard solemnly outside, though it was slightly muffled by the giggling of youngsters that were scattered inside the cafe too. The effect of brewing coffee added to the mixture of sounds, all the noises distracted him from his own thoughts. And before he knew it, he was opening the scratchy old diary.

Date: 08/11/2013 -

It’s been 3 hours that I’ve waited for him now. But I know he’s not going to stand me up, he hasn’t till now and promised he never will. Yes, sometimes I feel slightly ignored, slightly jealous when he’s filming with other girls, slightly nervous when he returns home late. But I know how he feels for me and these emotions I have just prove my feelings for him. And it’s okay, that’s love. Its a funny word, makes me feel all warm inside, I used to wonder what it meant till I figured that I would define it myself. Love stands for Letting Others View Emotions. And as the saying goes, when you love something, you must set it free. Love is something that gives you an escape, let’s others see the beauty that’s hidden within you and your partner. Love is real when you let it be. To me, it always has, still is, and shall continue to be.”

Kyungsoo thought right, reading this entry was a mistake, because now, he was angry. Who on earth is this person and why on earth are they so fixated on love? The thought roared in his mind, his plump lips formed a thin line. Unconsciously, he tapped his nails against the surface of the already tampered table. Then, he lifted the page over to find that there were no other entries. This was just an old abandoned diary. The sound of brewing coffee being poured into individual cups eased his mind, in a trace like state, he found himself pouring words onto the next blank page in the diary. Should he have? He doesn’t know.

Date: 18/11/2016 -

It’s been 3 years since she broke up with me now, I believed she’d never leave me, she’s been with me for so long and promised she never would. Yes, I feel empty, jealous when I see her with another guy, and hurt when I reach home. But I know how she feels for me and her lack of emotions towards me prove that I’m nothing to her. It’s not okay, it’s not love. The word makes me feel angry. I used to think that I knew what it meant till I realised it’s true definition. Love stands for Living On Vicious Emotions and as the saying goes, beauty is pain. Love in concealed in such unbelievable grace that it will put you in a trap making you think you can bear all its wrong doings. Love is real when you let it be. To me, it never was, never will, and can never be.”

The last drop of rain and Kyungsoos pen fell at the same time. His eyes brushed over the scruffy rampage that he had just let out, destroying the neatness of the page. A strange feeling of calmness came over him, the lingering smell of sweetness stuck in his nose. When he glanced over to the windows, he noticed that the sky had stopped crying. Perhaps it was time for him to leave, he nudged his forgotten coffee to the side before carefully slipping the diary back in its place.

A few days passed and he found himself edging towards the same cafe. The unfamiliar yet friendly faces welcomed him in as his paces towards his beckoning seat. And like roll call, he pulled his hand up to order for a coffee. And though he thought that it would be pointless, he began to pull out the old diary.

Kyungsoo wasn’t sure on how to react. Should he have been happy? Or shocked? At this moment he felt indecisive and felt both with a sudden pang. His eyes scanned the newly entered account, perhaps a reply to his own.

“Date: 22/11/2016 -

I wonder who hurt your poor little soul. I wish there were enough words to explain to you the realness of love. I don’t know who’s hurt you, but I do want you to know that there is someone else out there who wants to be with you. Please, don’t block that person out thinking that you’re blocking out this ‘hurtful’ love, let them teach you how healing love is. I had my wedding two days ago. And we stopped by here to get some coffee. The moment the words ‘I Do’ left his mouth, I felt my whole heart lift, almost as though it was literally joining with his. This feeling, it’s incredible. I don’t want to be the only one feeling it. Please, always stay happy. Don’t try and find love, let love find you.“

He felt a smile tug at his lips, a feeling of ease filled his heart. He hadn’t felt this way in a while. He lifted his pen.

Date: 28/11/2016 -

Congratulations new friend, I’m glad that you are now one with your other half. This love matter may not have worked for me, but I’m content that it worked for you. I only wish I had enough time to try and find my past love again, but it’s too late for that. This feeling of love, I hope it is real. I’ve been hit with too much pain in these past few years. Pain that I can’t describe in words. I had to attend her funeral a couple of days ago. It was as though she was a beautiful dream that I had just woken up from, she was there, then she was gone. I have never felt so alone in my life. I don’t know if I can move on from her. I can only hope that someone can find me, someone can rescue for from sinking in my own thoughts.”

A heavy tear from his eye and a lone droplet from the sky fell at the same time, the beginnings of a storm. The thought of her leaving not only him but this world had a huge affect on him. She was such a happy person, why Y/N, why? He stepped out of the cafe with the wind forcing its cold pressure against him, he didn’t know where he was walking, if only it was away from his sorrows.

A year had passed, but there was no change in this man. There used to be a heart shaped smile upon his lips, a deep chuckle used to flow from his honey voice, his eyes used to form moon like crescent shapes. But none of that had been seen for a while now. As fate would have it, the sky changed forms. He paced long the small road in search of shelter before the wreck less sky ruined his dry clothes. He saw that same cafe is the distance, and before he knew it, he was right at its doorstep.

A force of habit one could say, but he ordered the same plain coffee that he never drank. His feet made his way to his designated seat placing the coffee away in a corner. Perhaps it was curiosity that led his hands back to the covers of the diary before opening it. What he saw next was not what he wanted, not what he expected and definitely not what he approved. The ink was unknown and the handwriting, unfamiliar. Sloppy words slapped themselves onto the pages of the diary. An entry that almost seemed too ignorant to be allowed in the book. Kyungsoo felt the heat of anger in his cheeks, his ears turning a fuming red. What the hell? He thought. With wide eyes he began reading what was written.

“Date: 30/11/2016 -

She’s gone, my wife, she’s gone. My beloved Y/N left this world. I know you were at her funeral, she was the one who left you three years ago. Fate is cruel, you both didn’t realise that you were speaking to each other through this old diary. Simple words carrying heavy meanings scattered on these lifeless pages, yet they carried breath in each sentence. I can’t help but cry right now. This feeling… it’s… it’s agonising. I hate myself for not paying attention when she crossed the road. I hope that she can forgive me for being such an idiot of a husband. Do you know how useless I felt when I held her against my chest? Her final breaths against my cheeks, her last words “I will always love you.”

The blue ink slightly smudged on the page, at this point Kyungsoo wasn’t sure if it was due to his own tears or the writers. He felt a strong lump in his throat which he tried to clear by coughing. A mere squeak came from him, his state was evidently fragile, practically at breaking point. With shaking hands he continued reading.

“You’re Kyungsoo aren’t you? I’m Jin. I’m Y/N’s husband, yes I will continue to use that title until I feel that I should no longer do so. I know you’re wondering why she left you? Well, I met her in this very cafe. In this very seat, writing in this very notebook. We became friends and she told me how about how her boyfriend didn’t love her. Yes, you read right, she felt that you didn’t love her.”

Maybe he had misunderstood her. She didn’t leave because she wanted to, maybe he made her. He closed his eyes at the thought, scenes of their past edging into his thoughts.


Kyungsoo walked to the door of their apartment, the clicking of his hard heeled shoes against the wood of the floor beneath his feet echoed in all directions. He stood before the door that towered him. Where you awake waiting for him again? Maybe. Worry washed over him and he slid in his key to open the oak door.

Moments later, he was inside. The ticking of the old clock on the wall transitioned through the living room. His eyes met with your own sleepy ones, a small apologetic smile played on his heart lips as he swiftly walked in your direction. “Why did it take you so long?” You asked, curiosity running through your voice.

“Work, honey.” He replied as he simply lifted his hand to brush stray hairs from your face. You thought he was ignoring your request of an explanation. His finger twirled around a lock of your hair before his hand moved to rub sweet meaningless shapes on the side of your jaw.

Your eyes were still filled with confusion, which he read.

“Go to sleep.” The words jumped out of his mouth, he saw that look in your eye. He didn’t want another argument.

Solemnly you stood up, only to return out of the bedroom with two suitcases. This isn’t what he was expecting at all. His head felt more heavy than the two bags, the weight of his tears tempting to fall at any second. He looked at you with nothing but pure confusion.

“I’m going.” Was all you said, should he have stopped you? Maybe. Did he want to? Certainly. So why didn’t he? That is something that he can’t figure out even now.


His eyes return to trace over the heartfelt words on the fragile page.

“She said that the love you had for her began to fade, she felt that you payed more attention to your work, to your co stars, and to your fame. She loved you… and you almost broke her.”

Perhaps Kyungsoo knew that the tears had already fallen from his eyes, though he refused to believe it.

“As for me, I saw her walking into the cafe and knew that she was the one. One conversation led to another and then… we married. I didn’t know my treasure like happiness would only last a short while. In a sudden moment, she’d been snatched out of my hands. It hurts to feel the loss of love, it really does. But listen here, she told me that some day she’d find you, and explain why she left.”

A breathless gasp left his parted mouth. She really did want to explain. Small hushes rippled from the cafe, eyes were on him and his tears though he didn’t care.

"Now, I can only believe that fate brought the three of us together to explain ourselves. I guess I’m just a medium to let you know how dearly she wanted to be with you, so much so that she had to leave you. 'If you love something, set it free’ bring any memories back?”

It was as though Kyungsoo’s breath had been stolen from him each time he attempted to take it. The gushing wind silenced his paining heart, eyes still damp from crying.

"She set you free because those feelings didn’t fade for her. Did she love me? I hope she did, because my heart filled with contentment whenever she told me so. Still, I think there may have been someone else occupying a small corner of her heart. A soft spot. You. Your name was never mentioned, though you somehow meddled in between our conversations at random points. I’m looking back and wondering why on earth I didn’t try and bring you two together. It would have killed me from the inside, but thinking about it now, maybe if I did, she’d still be around. I wish. That’s all I have to say to you, I’m moving countries. I’m going to live by her words and wait for love to find me yet again, if it ever does. Maybe this time, my love will find me too?”

Looking back now, with his hand in Mia’s, he realises just how much he should thank you. Because you were right, he didn’t need to go looking for love, love found him. This time he walked to the cafe with a lady with him who loved him dearly. And as if instinct gripped him, he found himself moving towards his own seat. A play of childishness washed over him, giddily he grabbed a fork and started engraving his own name followed by a heart, and then Mia'a name.

A sweet laugh fell from her pink stained lips, so sweet that it may have caused the hot chocolate that was cupped in her hand to taste bitter. Then, he moved his hands to pull out the diary that he’d left. He brought one hand over to hers and rubbed reassuring circles onto the back of the smith skin on her hand, then he lifted his doe eyes to meet her kind gaze, a sincere smile spread on his heart shaped lips. He cleared his throat sending vibrations through the coffee infused air, before mixing in his own velvety voice.

“I love you Mia. Sometimes I worry that I don’t show it enough. Sometimes I get scared that you’ll leave me because I seem hostile. Sometimes I even think that you don’t love me because of my nature. But…” He opened the smooth page of the fading diary, his shining eyes traveled over the lightly written words of the page before landing on the ones that he wanted to say.

“But it’s okay, that’s love. Its a funny word, makes me feel all warm inside, I used to wonder what it meant till I figured that I would define it myself. Love stands for Letting Others View Emotions. And as the saying goes, when you love something, you must set it free. Love is something that gives you an escape, let’s others see the beauty that’s hidden within you and your partner. Love is real when you let it be. To me, it always has, still is, and shall continue to be.

He looked back at her, tears brimming his eyes. “These were the words of my last girlfriend Mia, her name was Y/N. You already know about her. I wanted to share this with you because she’s taught me so much, I don’t want to repeat any mistakes and lose you the way I lost her. Please, if I ever make you feel wronged, hurt, or bad in any way, just tell me. Yell at me. Scream at me. But please, let me know.

Because as Y/N said, it’s okay, that’s love.”

please help me find a trans post for the sake of my brother accepting me!!

hey i’m really desperate to find a post on here because my very transphobic little brother has agreed to read a few articles on transgender stuff because i begged him to accept me as i am and educate himself. he said that if i find some resources for him to read, he would read them with an open mind, which is really out of character for him and i don’t want to waste this chance to not be antagonized by him anymore

so, the post i’m looking for is the photo post of spongegar in a classroom with the caption “when you’re in biology class and you realize there are only two genders,” in response to which a well educated person proceeds to explain how chromosomes and “biological sex” are way more complicated than people think and don’t support the misconception of two binary sexes

if you have this post on your blog somewhere or you know someone who does, please please please give me a link or point me in the right direction, i’m really desperate!! this could be my only chance to make my brother stop saying stuff to my face that makes me want to cry and give up :(

justyncase  asked:

it's getting to the xmas season,,, could you please write a mistletoe thingy with your fave ship?

it is in those first few, terrible months after the war where they are clumsy and awkward with each other that jeffrey mumbles something under his breath and albert, incredulous, asks him to repeat himself, because surely he must have misheard.

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I DON’T want to start back using my blog for personal venting but a quick synopsis: my nieces are the very definition of inconsiderate and I love my brother and miss him dearly, but I’m bout (rihanna voice) FOUR FIVEEE SECONDS FROM gunemoji gunemoji gunemoji

anonymous asked:

So, I haven’t told my family I’m trans, but my sister and sibling knows, I told them in a different way sorta that I like to be called he/him and my preferred name. My sister has been really supportive of me & calls me her brother and it makes me so happy, even my mom has started calling me Josh and using he/him. I told her just now thank you for calling me Josh and she said “It’s what you want” I started tearing up, I’m so happy but I feel like I’m doing smth wrong by not saying I’m trans...

Your family most lilely know, even though you haven’t outright told them.
Since they’re so accepting, maybe you could consider telling them?
Either way, it’s a positive thing that things are going so well -Matt

“So? Tell me everything.” Grayson had fucked off for a few hours so Ethan could have the apartment to himself, and he was dying to know had things had gone.

“I don’t think it’s gonna work out.” Ethan turned on the TV and studiously ignored him.

Things obviously hadn’t gone well.

Why did he suddenly feel strangely happy about that?

“What happened?” Grayson asked, tamping down both the happiness and the guilt. He was the guy’s brother for fuck’s sake. He was always on his team.

Ethan didn’t answer. Grayson bit his lip.

“Did she say anything?” Grayson had met the girl a few times and she seemed nice enough. Not like someone who would be an asshole to him.

Ethan stayed silent. Grayson sighed. “Well…if you want to talk, I’ll be in my room.” 

Ethan never came to talk.


Grayson could tell by the look on Ethan’s face that the date with the barista had been bad.

Ethan didn’t bother to share any details, and Grayson didn’t ask. Ethan had been distant the past few weeks, and Grayson was hesitant to approach him and piss him off.

Grayson wondered if Ethan was still messed up over their “practice session.” Ethan was so sensitive about that sort of stuff. Yeah, it had absolutely gone too far, but they were boys and they were horny and shit happened. He hadn’t thought about it more closely than that. 

Until he did.

When Grayson had seen the gorgeous Latina beauty on the beach, he was dead set on having her. And after an afternoon of flirting and copious amounts of sexting, they were both naked in her tiny studio apartment.

She was so petite that he could pick her up with almost no effort, and he did just that, fucking her against the wall with her legs wrapped around him, her hands buried in his hair.

Round 2 found them on her bed/couch/lounging area. She was riding him hard, and Grayson could only grip her hips and hang on for the ride.

She leaned forward to hit a different angle, and she hovered over him, her tits bouncing, her eyes closed in pleasure. But when she opened them again, her mouth inches from his lips, it was like he had time traveled and he was back in Ethan’s bedroom, that familiar pair of hazel eyes boring into him.

“Ah, fuck!” he gasped, his orgasm ripped from him so unexpectedly that he could barely breathe. 

He hadn’t stayed too long after that.

He didn’t dwell on it. He moved on to the next girl, and the next, and it didn’t happen again, so he thought he was safe.

But then, like he was in some sort of fucked up psychological thriller, the dreams started.

Grayson’s bedtime anxiety had gotten worse over the past month, and it was mostly because he didn’t feel like he could go into Ethan’s room anymore. Now he was forced to lay in his bed and deal with it himself. It was a vicious cycle, in which he would feel panicked and want to go to Ethan’s room, then think about why he couldn’t, then finally fall asleep and have these fucking dreams, and then it would start all over again.

Most of them were all a variation on the same general theme. He and Ethan were always in New Jersey, and they were always in the bedroom they’d shared as middle-schoolers.

Sometimes Ethan was on top of him, like he’d been that night. Sometimes Grayson was on his knees, and although he’d never sucked a cock in his life, dream Grayson was pretty good at it. But Ethan always looked at him the same way, and Grayson always felt lust and love and a million other things bubble inside him, and he always woke up with a gasp, his body thrumming with need.

He still chose not to dwell on it. Sometimes people had sex dreams about their family members. It happened. Eventually they would stop.

They didn’t. 

After a month and half, Grayson accepted that maybe something was not right with him.

He was dreaming about Ethan almost every night, and no matter how many girls he fucked, trying to get himself back on track, he still dreamed and he still thought about Ethan all the time. He hardly ever saw him anymore, and he didn’t know what was going on with him, but he could barely handle his own problems at the moment.

Grayson was afraid to go to sleep now. He hated waking up feeling guilty and disgusted at the fact that he wasn’t disgusted by the notion of fucking his twin brother. He was always exhausted, and it was all he could do to put out a video every week. He missed Ethan, the Ethan from before. Not the puppet Ethan who faked laughs and ignored him between takes.

By the end of the third month, he’d fucked a total of thirty-five different girls and he was still dreaming about sucking Ethan’s cock. He was in a constant state of guilt and shame, and the only time he felt better was when he was inside someone.

Grayson was fucking wrecked. He was totally lost, and he had no idea what to do.

And then they went on a family vacation.


Lance pokes fun of Shiro being a merman (not an actual merman unfortunately), and pidge and hunk, defending their father’s honour, dares lance to take some of Shiro’s classes (he teaches people how to become merppl n all that w allura). 

Lance takes the dare and finds out this guy from one of his classes, whom he has a one-sided rivalry with, goes for mermaid lessons as well and *insert oh no he’s hot moment here*

anyway there’s lots of pining and swimming and mermaids and keith being obsessed with the mythical merpeople n lance finding it endearing as hell

[edit:] I’m not planning to write this however I will be building upon this au If you wanna write this or whatever could you link it to me? I wanna see it :D

Hey boys it’s okay to shave your legs if you want to!!! It doesn’t make you “less manly”. It’s your body, and you can do whatever makes you happier or more comfortable!

little reputation things™
  • *ahem*
  • i i i i  see how this is gon go
  • “but if i’m a thief then he can join the heist”
  • baby let the games begin! let the games begin! ahAH AHHHHHHHH
  • ahHHH and ya heard about me”
  • ed sheeran rapping on a taylor swift song
  • “i swear i don’t love the drama IT LOVES ME”
  • ed in the background of the last chorus: “be yoUR A TEAM NOW”
  • the string plucky things in the beginning of i did something bad
  • “if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing”
  • “and i’d do it over and over and over again if iiiii could”
  • “they’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one”
  • taylor apparently wanting to be set on fire
  • ((agreed))
  • the harmonies on this album filling my entire soul
  • “oHHH LORD SAVE ME MY DRUG IS MY BABY I’LL BE USING FOR THE REST OF MY LIIIIIIIIFE” aka the only prayer i’ll ever say again
  • i get so high OH… trip of my life OH
  • the way she sings “using for the rest of my life oHH OH OH OHHH” after the bridge damn son
  • “my reputation’s never been worse so he must like me for me”
  • taylor finally discovering alcohol
  • the way she says “coz i know that it’s delicate” so…. delicately
  • how delicate feels like a rain shower in a desert
  • :) i :) don’t :) like :) your :) little :) games :)
  • OH look what you made me do
  • “i don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me”
  • “i’m sorry the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh! BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD” is singlehandedly the most iconic thing i have ever and will ever hear.
  • so it goes being chill and then the chORUS AND ALL THE PIECES FALL!!! RIGHT INTO PLACE!!!
  • ;) scratches ;) down ;) your ;) back ;) now ;)
  • o n e  t w o  t h r e e
  • how getaway car is the only song i ever want to hear ever again
  • think about the place where you first met me
  • “there were sirens in the beat of your heart”
  • the way she says getaway
  • the chorus of this song feeling like driving down a highway with the windows rolled down in the middle of the night
  • GO! GO! GO!
  • being part of a heist, leaving money in a bag in a shady motel, stealing keys and getting tf out in her getaway car. zoom zoom bitch.
  • “all the boys in their expensive cars, the range rovers and jaguars never took me quite where you do” calvin harris WHOM
  • the drums in king of my heart are more important than my need to breathe
  • “your love is a secret i’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep”
  • ~up on the roof with a school girl crussshhhh drinking beer outta plastic cupsssss~
  • i’ll never let you goOOO
  • but we were dancing BASS DROP dancing with our hANDS TIED, HANDS TIED
  • “oh baby can we dance, through an avalanche?”
  • “swaying as the room burnt down, i’d hold you as the water rushes in” …. “so i punched a hole in the roof, let the flood carry away all my pictures” ….. h e c k
  • how dress is literally an orgasm turned into a song and i’m… into it
  • take it oH OH OH OH OFFFF
  • “carve your name into my bedpost”
  • “but if i get burnt at least we were electrified”
  • wildest dreams who???
  • “and i woke up just in time, now i wake up by your side”
  • say my name and everything just stops -EVERYTHING STOPS-
  • ra’lin’ the chandilier
  • AWaaaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAAY
  • “and therein lies the issue, friends don’t try to trick you, get you on the phone and mind twist you”
  • the sound of shots being fired from every possible angle
  • if only you weren’t…. so shadyyyyy :)
  • they don’t care about the HE SAID SHE SAID
  • the way she says “and here’s to my baaabyyy
  • the organ?? piano???? during “and hereeee’s to youuu…” oh my god
  • her voice at the end when she just says “nice things” 
  • her world crumbling around her and that’s just fine?? because of joe???? i wasn’t ready 
  • “loves me like i’m brand new”
  • “all my flowers grew back as thorns” …. “all the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst” again…. clean WHOM
  • i’m laughing with my lover makin forts under covers trust him like a brother yeah you know i did one thing right
  • not because he owns me but cos he really knows me. which is more than they can say.
  • “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” “yes.” :’)
  • call it what you want is the lightest, softest pink sunrise seen from the window of a peaceful airplane in the early morning of a good day
  • how we went from pop anthems to??? i’m bawling in a sea of tissues on my bedroom floor at two in the morning and new year’s day is the most beautiful song i’ve ever heard??? 
  • it’s just a guitar and a piano and she’s harmonizing with herself
  • “don’t read the last page, but i stay”
  • “i want your midnights, and i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day”
  • “i can tell that it’s gonna be a long road” as in she knows that even if it’ll be a long road they’ll always be together don’t TOUCH me
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • and i will hold onto you
  • “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognize anywhere”
  • oh cool my heart’s shattered into a million pieces this is fine thanks
  • how there’s ten seconds of silence at the end of new year’s day because you bet your ass i need recovery time before the album starts over again and i gotta get back to boppin’
  • ((they were not ready for it))