in the third one he really grabs it

Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)

Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.

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Every izuocha scene in bnha and other izuocha stuff

Despite this fanbase being so small, they actually have a lot of scenes together… so lemme start from the very beginning

Uraraka stopping Izuku from falling from falling on his face as well as saving from 5-6 seconds of utter embarassment.

Look at how happy he is to talk to a girl, and a cute girl for that matter, and it just so happens that she is actually the first girl Izuku has actually ‘talked’ to. It’s not like Izuku has never spoken to a female in his life before (I mean he has his mom, and I’m sure he’s talked to other girls in his past classes but you get the point), but this was like the first time according to Izuku that he had a real conversation with a girl.

Izuku is a hella nervous for the entrance exam and he sees Uraraka as a source of comfort, well at least someone to talk to for him calm him down a little before Iida stopped him. This isn’t like an actual romantic moment or whatever so don’t hate me for this please, but at least it’s something right?

Izuku saving Uraraka from the robot, this scene is what triggered their friendship. He could have chosen to run away like everyone else did, he had zero points but he still chose to sacrifice his chances of getting into U.A just to save her.

Uraraka going out of her way to beg them to let Izuku at least have some of her points, no normal person would do that… no one would go out of their way to make sure a complete stranger passed, I mean it’s an exam so it’s every man for themselves. And look at how touched Izuku is here… with the kind of shitty people around him (bakugou, his middle school classmates, his middle school teacher, that doctor) he never would’ve imagined anyone going out of their way to do something like this for him. They actually both made an impact on each other after the entrance exam. And I know for a fact that people are gonna argue with this and say that she was just being nice and shit

You’re telling me that you’re just gonna ignore this?!!! He indirectly said this girl was attractive.

Here he is acting like a normal socially awkward teenager who’s too shy to talk to a cute girl, and we’re just gonna ignore this??? I mean he can’t even look her in the eye, doesn’t that mean something?

Uraraka cheering for Izuku in the backgorund…

Uraraka being worried about Izuku’s swollen finger…

Izuku finds Uraraka to be very attractive again, twice.

Izuku blushing like crazy because he’s on the same team with a cute girl who just happens to be his first real friend, who’s a cute girl.

And this is probably the most important moment. Izuku easily accepted the new meaning that Uraraka gave to the the demeaning name Deku. We all know that it’s impossible to change the meaning of the word, especially a word that a lot of people already know the meaning of. I’m sure Izuku knew that. He probably would have accepted the name of it was someone else who changed the meaning but I don’t think he would’ve accepted it as quickly as he did for Uraraka, because it really touched him when she said that.

At first you’d think Izuku just felt super flattered for what Uraraka did to his name, but he took it to heart. Look at him confidently declaring the ‘new meaning of his name’, this surprised Uraraka too because… well she didn’t think he’d take it seriously.

Bakugou has zero chill XD

Izuku treasures the new meaning of his name so much that he even decides to make it his hero name, aka the hero name he’ll be using for the rest of his life, the name that he’ll forever be known as, and the name that sounds so demeaning… good luck with that my son…

Uraraka voting for Izuku knowing fully well that she could have voted for herself, but she voted for Izuku because of her admiration for him.

Uraraka being the only person to notice Izuku wasn’t in his costume. Izuku blushing, or getting excited… or blushing I can’t really explain what was going on here between these two but they were definitely having a moment.

Uraraka teaming up with Izuku when he was all alone which brought Izuku to tears. She teamed up with him because she’s most comfortable with him, they’re both really good friends, and because she admires him so much. Izuku is surprised too, because if she teamed up with anyone else it would give her a better chance for her to win. So once again, Izuku’s touched by Uraraka’s affection towards him.

Uraraka getting jealous of Hatsume because she’s getting all of Izuku’s attention. It’s not like Uraraka wanted to be the center of izuku’s llife 24/7 or anything but how can I say it… it’s kinda annoying to be really good friends with a boy and then some other girl just swoops in from nowhere and grabs his attention, I mean I know I’d feel a little ‘ish’ if that happened to me, because Uraraka was basically like the third wheel throughout the cavalry battle, and no one likes being a third wheel.

Uraraka admiring Izuku’s strategic mind once again, although she mainly said this because she was feeling uneasy.

Izuku knew Uraraka felt uneasy about going against Bakugou, so he went out of his way to make a plan for her to win. It’s funny because this is exactly how Izuku felt before his first fight with Bakugou, and Uraraka was the one comforting him and trying to help him feel better, and now the roles have been reversed. 

Although I’m glad Uraraka rejected his help, because it helped her realize that she couldn’t always rely on others for her success.

Izuku was rooting for her throughout the whole  Kacchako battle (and jeez, have I ever said how much I love Bakugou and Uraraka in this fight) and he was concerned for her safety. Izuku was Uraraka’s motivational drive here, her motivation to win.

Izuku was rooting for her before the match even started, sure he felt nervous but at least he didn’t immediately think he she was gonna lose like EVERYONE else did.

Izuku feeling bad for not being able to do anything for her…

He’s the only one that goes out of his way to check up on her, not even Iida, or Tsuyu.

Izuku saw right through Uraraka and she obviously knew she was lying about being totally fine. He felt guilty that he wasn’t able to do anything to help her win… even though there was really nothing he could do.

Uraraka’s helped Izuku out so many times, so the only thing he wants to do for her, what he needs to do for her is return the favor.

This was part was pretty sweet on both ends.. although I’m still not sure if Bakugou was pissed off at Izuku because he thought he let Uraraka use her quirk carelessly and throw him off guard (gonna wait for the anime to clear that up, afterall this episode is gonna air in about 2 weeks or so…) 

Anyway, Izuku is defending Uraraka here by saying she’s completely capable of devising strategic plans on her own.

Izuku getting super flustered after having a real conversation on a phone with a girl… who just happened to be Uraraka. Uraraka getting teased about being in love…. she could have called Iida too, but she decided to call Izuku instead.

Uraraka using Izuku as a source of motivation, again.

I think we’re all familiar with this scene. This is the moment Uraraka realized that she may in fact have a crush on Izuku.

And this is the moment when she sorta confirmed it, and she even said “probably”

This. This is just adorable.

My buddy @happycloude-91 pointed out in this post. This was probably one of the sweetest things Uraraka’s ever done. She did a little first-aid thing for Izuku to at least try and reduce the pain even though she knew it wouldn’t do much. She didn’t try and stop him and say “there’s no way I’ll let you go! Not with those injuries and blah blah blah”, because she understood the weight of the situtation and she understood Izuku’s feelings, plus Izuku probably wouldn’t have listened to her anyway.

Hell she even tore her shirt in half to help Izuku and seemed like it worked pretty well. We all know that Uraraka doesn’t have a lot of money, and she probably doesn’t have the best clothes either, yet she still sacrificed to help Izuku.

 Hatsume is a trigger to Uraraka’s jealousy, since it mostly pops up when she’s around. Her face here, she obviously doesn’t like what she’s seeing, because not only was Izuku almost explodo-killed, he came chest-to-chest with another girl!

Uraraka getting a little more jealous here because Hatsume’s getting Izuku’s attention, but she mostly feels like she’s getting left behind and she wants to walk side by side with Izuku.

Uraraka’s feelings for Izuku confirmed. The fact that she was thinking about the whole thing with Hatsume all day shows something.

Uraraka noticing and admiring Izuku’s strength again.These pages just say it all…

In the hero license exam, even though ‘Uraraka’ came out of nowhere with absolutely no plan at all, which could have led to her failing right there…

Izuku still jumped in to save her, jeopardizing his own chances of passing the exam.

adding this because the way he carried her was just…PERFECT.

This is probably one of my favorite scenes in this arc. Izuku knew Uraraka wasn’t that careless, he knew that she was much more stronger than that.

This line has a lot of depth in it guys. Izuku knew Uraraka was a lot smarter than to come out without any sort of plan.

Uraraka believing in Izuku’s strength.Uraraka sees Izuku as an image of victory, that’s why she always thinks about him when she’s in a pinch or is she wants to win (let that be a reminder for those who think she’s ‘obsessed’).

Izuku is to Uraraka what Kacchan is to him, an image of victory. (but we don’t go ahead and call Izuku obsessed whenever he thinks about Kacchan, which he does A LOT, do we???) It’s not that she’s obsessed with being like him but she has the same feelings that Izuku has for Kacchan.

Uraraka getting jealous again and contemplating her feelings.

Uraraka’s feelings getting in the way of her focus.

Chapter 109 says it all, at least in Uraraka’s side, she knows that she has feelings for Izuku. I’m not gonna say the word love because this is a fan translation so it’s not 100% accurate, also the word love is pretty strong in Japan, so I think Horikoshi must have used a… how can I say it? a less serious word in the second panel… I could be completely wrong though.

We know that she ‘shut down her feelings’ but that doesn’t mean they’re completely gone right?

Uraraka notices things about Izuku, and you can read all about that in my other buddy @rex101111‘s post here

Also, have I mentioned that they are ALWAYS together??!

And there are a lot more screencaps of them standing together and that includes the panels I used for this post too, but we know that I can’t fit all those screencaps in this post XD

The omake. I can already feel all of the kacchako shippers glaring daggers at me XD.

But anyway, many misinterpret this as a Kacchako scene… but it’s actually not. The reason is because, Uraraka came to talk to Bakugou about Izuku, not her, or heir fight, but Izuku. I know people are gonna be like “she sees through Bakugou!” or “Bakugou called her by her name!”, but let’s be honest, what Uraraka was saying here was: you either make up with Izuku or just stop being mean to him. Overall her primary concern was Izuku, because nobody likes to see their friend/love interest constantly get bullied right?

Another thing is the drama CD 7. The drama CD 7, the drama CD 7, the drama CD!!! I freaking love the drama CD 7, because it is a safe haven for us izuocha  shippers.

  • Izuku and Uraraka eating lunch together, Uraraka teasing Izuku for nerding about heroes… well she didn’t exactly tease him, she giggled and he blushed!
  • Izuku and Uraraka chatting near Izuku’s desk before Bakugou came and interrupted them XD
  • Izuku saved Uraraka from the sludge villain and he happened to hold hands with her for a very long time, and Bakugou himself had to point it out!
  • Izuku stuttering and blushing after he realized just how long he held Uraraka’s hand and how good it felt. Then he starts to remember how he had to do a folk dance with a guy when he was in middle school because there weren’t enough girls… and I love how my son is such a loveable nerd/dork omg XD
  • Uraraka mistook Izuku’s flustered face as some kind of adrenaline rush which was adorable.

There were other good scenes in the drama cd, but these are like the cutest ones, and mind you the drama CD was written by HORIKOSHI KOUHEI!

So it’s technically canon :p

I know I said that the wiki is about 98% accurate, but if people can believe Jirou is a lesbian from reading the wiki then I can believe this right? I know the love is one sided for now, but Izuku has shown a lot of signs in the beginning of the series, he obviously won’t show any now because of where the series is going… but it’s gonna come back…soon.

and one more thing…


There are only like two posts under this tag and one of them just happens to be someone answering my ask, and if you’re wondering why I like that post if you ever see it, it’s because I like all posts that answer my asks just to let the person know that I’ve seen their answer.

But still it hurts to see this tag ya know?

Anyway @cake-ademia, @zakamore1, @rex101111, @hatefilledpoptarts, @eriboook and my other fellow izuocha shippers even though our fanbase is small, lets not forget the ship that’s CLOSEST to becoming CANON.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog so much! If it's not too much trouble, could I request RFA (+ Saeran if possible?) after the RFA party? I'm dying for fluff ;0;

Hope this helps your fluff craving~ Enjoy! 


  • He wanted to take you away from the press and reporters
  • So, Zen takes you downtown to a secluded cafe
  • But instead of sitting down to drink the coffee, he takes you around the little town
  • You two walk into little shops and see all the items
  • He takes you to a bridge nearby to see the cityscape
  • You two spend most of the time talking and right before you’re about to leave, he pulls out on of those locks
  • You write both of your name in sharpies and attach it to the bridge
  • He brings you back to his place and you order some take out
  • You’re really tired so you crash on the couch
  • He slides next to you and buries his face in your shoulder
  • You’re running your fingers through his hair and next thing you know, you had both fallen asleep
  • You almost missed the food delivery
  • Despite being exhausted, you two talk late into the night until you fall asleep on the couch again
  • He just carries you gently into the guest room before returning to his own


  • He wasn’t exactly supposed to be at the party for that long
  • So, once it was over, you and the rest of the members forced him to go back to the hospital to finish his treatment
  • He only has to stay until evening
  • You decided to stay with him the rest of the day
  • He doesn’t have any video games, so you go down to the gift shop and get a pack of cards and a few boardgames
  • You’re mostly talking while playing, and it’s really nice
  • He keeps commenting on all your little habits and quirks, since this is the first day he’s actually seen you
  • When he’s finally discharged, you drive him home and he invites you inside for some coffee
  • Even though you insist he needs rest, you eventually give in
  • As soon as you walk in, it smells like lemon cleaner and vanilla candles, which is so like him
  • He shows you around his place and you find it cute when he gets flustered if you point out one of his collectibles or cute knick knacks
  • Despite his eye, he makes you a cup of coffee and you two talk in the kitchen
  • You can’t stay late and he needs rest, so you eventually have to call it a night
  • But he walks you to his car and gives you a few more soft kisses
  • The sweet taste of coffee accompanies your smile all the way back to your apartment that night


  • The party was a success and the buzz of all the people made you giddy
  • And besides that, the fact that you and Jaehee were going to be partners for the cafe was beyond exciting
  • Seeing you so ecstatic, Jaehee surprised you by taking you to the cafe she bought right after the party
  • Your enthusiasm was contagious and you two spent your time looking at the empty spot, imagining how you would redecorate the place
  • Afterwards, you drag her to a home improvement store so you can look at paint and color schemes
  • You get a bunch of samples to look at later
  • By the time you’re done there, your extra energy is worn out and Jaehee is also crashing from the day’s activities
  • You invite her back to the apartment since it’s closer than her place
  • You guys pick up some food on the way back and eat up a storm
  • You’re talking about so many things, sometimes funny and silly moments of your favorite singers and other times very deep and serious conversations about your lives and future
  • In the end, you lose track of time and it’s already past midnight
  • Trying to get Jaehee a little more out of her shell, you tell her just to stay the night
  • She’s hesitant at first, but she’s so comfortable with you now she agrees
  • You bring out extra pillows and blankets and you two continue your conversation over a DVD of Zen’s latest musical
  • Eventually, you get tuckered out and you both fall asleep on the couch


  • The last eleven days had been a rollercoaster of events with the party and with Jumin sorting out his own emotions
  • So, Jumin hoped to take you on a calmer outing after the party
  • At first, he suggested a high end fancy restaurant, but you asked if he wanted to take a stroll in the park first
  • You both change into more comfortable clothes  
  • Turns out Jumin has three outfits that aren’t part of a suit
  • He’s a bit stiff at first, since he’s not used to just walking and talking casually
  • But then you slip your hand in his and you feel him relax
  • He’s intrigued by the small vendors selling ice cream or cotton candy
  • He buys you both some shaved ice and you find a quiet bench
  • He takes some blurry photos of you and the lake and even some of the ducks
  • Once dinner rolls around, he gets his wish and takes you to a nice restaurant
  • You can’t help but love the contrast between the two outings, but somehow it brings out the best of Jumin
  • After the meal, he takes you onto a secluded balcony on the top floor of the restaurant
  • He takes your hands and thanks you for everything in the past few days
  • You say a few loving words of your own
  • For the first time, everything is slow and beautiful and you take in every second 
  • At the end of the night, he accompanies you as far as he can to return you safely to the apartment
  • And as you lay down in bed that night, you can’t help but feel a shift in your life for the better


  • You two didn’t get to go to the first RFA party, so the second one is very exciting for you both
  • But afterwards, you were both a little drained from all the guests and interactions
  • So, he takes you to a nice diner to get some milkshakes and discuss what happened
  • You both exchange stories of awkward moments or funny incidents during the party until you’re laughing so hard your sides hurt
  • Feeling a bit more energized, you both want to do something else before you head home
  • Impromptu trip to the nearest planetarium it is
  • It’s actually rather peaceful and sentimental for you both since it’s something you two talked about doing the first time you met
  • Since it’s still the middle of the day, there aren’t a lot of people there
  • You and Seven get to share some private moments where you’re just holding hands or resting your head on his shoulder as the show plays
  • When it comes to the other displays, you two start taking stupid pictures next to them and adding funny captions and filters on Clapchat
  • You stay there longer than necessary
  • Mostly because you both have a blast in the gift shop looking and hundreds of quirky space themed things before choosing one thing to buy
  • Around dinner, you two head to his place since you thought it might be nice to cook a meal and share it with Saeran as well
  • Only, you made the mistake of laying on his couch for a few minutes to scroll through your phone after such a long trip…and Seven made the mistake of joining you
  • Saeran is waking you both up a few hours later with some take out he ordered already waiting in the kitchen


  • He didn’t feel comfortable coming to an RFA party until it was about the third one you planned
  • Everything was really great, and he even talked to a few guests
  • But the crowd got overwhelming and you found him in the hallway by the time the party was over
  • You could tell he was drained so you drag him to the ice cream shop
  • He was expecting to stay there and eat it, but instead you take his hand and start walking
  • He thinks you have a plan, but halfway through town and realizes you don’t
  • So he just goes along with you as you grab his hand and swing it back and forth
  • He surprises you when he pulls you into a bus that travels to the town over
  • He’s not used to being “spontaneous” but he wanted to try
  • You guys find a small little bakery where you grab something to eat
  • Then as you’re wandering, you pass by a cat cafe and you can’t resist going in
  • At first, Saeran is super jumpy with all the cats around, but there’s one reddish kitten that calmly jumps onto his lap and sits there
  • You watch as a small smile grows on his lips when he pets it
  • At one point, you even lost him in the place because he was following the one cat around
  • He’s reluctant to leave, finding the cats therapeutic by the end
  • You guys catch a bus to take you back home, and thankfully get some seats in the back
  • You rest your head on his shoulder and end up falling asleep
  • He hesitantly wraps his arm around you and pulls you close as he looks through the window at the passing scenery
  • For the first time in a very long time, he feels at peace and he’s even a little sad when the bus comes to your stop 

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The Bin, the creep, and the dryer

A/N: 3.1K of Sin Bin logistics, guys being dudes, and dudes being gross. I couldn’t stop laughing writing parts of this. It’s ridiculous. I’m sorry.

“Dex. Dex.”

Dex cracked an eye open. He’d been asleep on the green monstrosity, post-kegster. The light coming through the window was thin and gray, and he could hear Bitty in the kitchen, humming softly as he washed dishes. Ransom and Holster were not yet acting as cleanup crew, so they were presumably still asleep. Nursey was across the room, curled in an armchair. They’d rock-paper-scissored for the couch. The victor had surprised no one.

Standing over Dex was Chowder, his brows pinched and his hands fidgeting at his sides. “Dex,” he whispered fiercely.

“Huh?” Dex asked, tucking a yawn into his elbow.

“Dex, the dryer’s broken again.”

Dex sighed and sat up. He ran a hand over his face, wiping sleep away. “Sorry, Chow. It’s the best I can do.”

“It’s making… noises.”

“Yeah. It’ll work as long as you don’t put too much in it.”

“Dex, it sounds like it’s going to catch fire.”

“I know. We’re only $700 away from a new one. $400, probably, after last night.” After much debate, it had been the first kegster where they’d charged an entrance fee.

“This is the third day I’ve worn this pair of boxers.”

Yeah, they really needed that cash.

Dex blinked slowly, shook his head, breathed through his nose. “Ok. First, gross. Second, I – gross. Third, the washer still works. Hang up your laundry. I have a drying rack in my dorm. I don’t really need it, so I’ll bring it over.”

Chowder looked about to cry. “Thank you, Dex.” He grabbed the back of Dex’s head and rushed forward to kiss both his cheeks. By the time Dex could protest, he was already bounding up the stairs, hopefully to get his dirty laundry and fucking wash it. Dex personally hoped the others followed his example. There’d been a certain ambiance around the haus the past week.

Dex would bring over the drying rack, but a single drying rack could not handle the laundry of a haus full of hockey players. It would be a temporary solution, a bandaid over a bullet wound. He’d have to find a way to get the money soon.

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Waking up after a drunken hook up with your best friend Harry

Or when your roommate Niall endlessly makes fun of you for hooking up with Harry while you freak out…

You roll over and immediately groan at the mounting pain in your head. Why the fuck did you drink all that last night? You open one eye, the other barely opens from the gobs of mascara you forgot to wash off the night before.

The phone next to you lights up with a notification, grabbing for it, you notice the time and groan again. You never get a good night’s sleep after drinking heavily, you’re dehydrated body woke you up at 6 a.m.

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Burgers In New York (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

Hi, so this is my first fic on here. I want to give a BIG thanks to my best friend @pumpernickelbae. She read this as I wrote it and she encouraged me to finish it, so thanks! Hope you enjoy, please like and reblog it if you liked it. 

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, some asshole kids

You’d always hated working at the diner. Sure, you had a great boss and you made money, but come on. The diner itself was filthy; it always smelled of grease, artificial strawberries, cologne and perfume. The amount of people who walked in there with way too much cologne or perfume was ridiculous.  But also, the diner kept you from going to school full time. You had nowhere near enough money to go to college, so you had to spend as much time as possible working at the diner, which made for a barely there social life. For now, night classes were the only thing you could afford, and even that was a struggle to continue to pay for. It was hard to keep up school, a full-time job and a boyfriend.

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Ten Dos and Ten Don'ts of dating Min Yoongi

i think i’m funny, jungkook’s a brat; the usual. happy birthday to me lmao

a complete guide on what to do and not to do if you happen to be dating a man called min yoongi, brought to you by yoongi’s favorite brat, jeon jungkook.

word count: 1,306

Disclaimer: Jeon Jungkook does not take responsibility for Yoongi’s actions, and therefore should not be held accountable for any negative reactions his boyfriend might have, as Yoongi’s levels of tolerance towards Jungkook – and towards Jungkook only – exceed all expectations.

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Dishwasher Safe - Two

Spencer had been feeling incredibly strange for the last few days. And whilst he knew what was causing the strangeness, he did not like it.

After the dishwasher incident he’d found himself thinking of Y/N completely differently. Before, she’d been a friend and colleague. One that he got on extremely well with and wouldn’t deny that she was attractive. It was no secret that she had sex, she’d come into work discussing her conquests with the other girls. And given the statistics, it was probable that she also masturbated, not that Spencer had ever found himself thinking about her doing that before. He’d had no reason to.

Now though? He’d seen her dildo, touched it even. His hands on been on something she used to pleasure herself. And she’d said dildo’s. Plural. Meaning she had more than one. Add that to the fact that if her toy had been in the dishwasher, then she’d been using it. Whilst he was in the bedroom next to hers. And that thought…. well that thought did something to his nether regions that he wasn’t proud of.

He shouldn’t be thinking of her that way, he told himself over and over again. She was his friend, they worked together. Yet he couldn’t help it. The last few nights he’d lain awake listening for any sound that she might be doing something. If she was though, she was keeping herself extremely quiet. But maybe she was, maybe that was something she was into…

No! He needed to stop thinking about it, stop thinking about her.

Maybe he should just move into a hotel like he’d originally planned. But then how would he explain that to Y/N?

“I’m sorry but ever since I found your dildo in the dishwasher I can’t stop thinking about you using it on yourself?”

Nope, that wouldn’t do.

Cold showers, plenty of cold showers. That would be his thing until he could move back home.

“Spence, you at the apartment?” Y/N had called him, almost as if she knew he was thinking about her. But then again, he was doing a lot of that lately.

“Yep, why? What’s up?” light and breezy Spence, light and breezy.

“I need you to do me a favour. I put a load in the dryer before I went out. It should be done by now. Would you mind running down to the laundry room to grab it for me? You know how pissy people get in this building about leaving laundry unattended.”

“Yeah sure, I can do that. You really shouldn’t go out though when you’ve left laundry in. It’s in the rules… ”

“Alright Sheldon, chill,” he smiled at her reference to The Big Bang Theory, one of the the shows they’d found themselves enjoying in their evenings together. “I thought I’d be back in time but I’m running late. It’s in the third machine from the door, my blue laundry basket is on top of it. Just throw the basket on my bed when you’re done.”

He told her that he’d do it for her and then disconnected the call, heading down to the basement where the buildings laundry room was. Spotting her laundry basket straight away he walked over to the machine and opened the door. It was still warm so obviously hadn’t long finished so he carefully reached inside and started pulling out Y/N’s clothes.  It took him a few seconds to realise that this wasn’t just any wash load. It was a dryer full of her delicates. Bra’s, panties, hose. Things that probably shouldn’t have been through a tumble dryer at all.

Spencer rushed the job, trying desperately not to linger on the fact that he was handling Y/N’s underwear. A particularly lacey item slipped out of his hands and to the floor, and he bent over to pick it up. Black french knickers.

Oh fuck. French style underwear were one of his major turns ons. Something about the way they cut across the ass cheeks. Did she wear these to work or were they just for going out? What underwear was she wearing now?



He finished the job at hand and hurried upstairs, tossing the basket onto Y/N’s bed as she’d instructed him to. He scanned his eyes around her room, something he should not have done as he suddenly became fixated on her bedside cabinet. With the top drawer slightly ajar. And if he leant over just a little he could see that purple toy he’d handled. He exited her room quickly, grabbing a book from her bookshelf and sitting on the couch.

Reid’s brain would not concentrate on the words though. All it could think about was what else could be in that drawer.

When did he become such a perv? Focus on reading.


“You want to know, she’s not home. Go and look,” the tiny devil on his shoulder piped up and before his conscious could tell it to shut up, he was back in her room and tugging the drawer open.

And oh jesus christ.

Dildo’s, vibrators, hand cuffs and blind folds. Various flavours and types of lube.  And was that… A butt plug? Yes, yes it was. In fact, there was more than one. And some beads.

She used all these things?

Had she used all of these things whilst he’d been living here?

“If you wanted to borrow a butt plug you only had to ask, Spencer.”


mykie-doll  asked:

RFAs reaction to MC who always wears heelies

A/N: I’ve never worn heelies ;~; ~ Admin 626

-He thought they were really cool!!!
-That is, until one day you literally took off after the ice cream truck
-He couldn’t catch up!!! What if you tripped and got hurt!!! MC!!!
- literally starts saving up for a pair of his own

-Came home to his maid wiping some tire marks off the floor??
-What the fuck has tires in his penthouse?
-When you come zooming around the corner with a string and Elizabeth the Third trailing you at high speed, it made sense
-MC that’s not professional stop it
-He does think it’s cute when you grab onto his arm and skate along side him when the two of you need to get somewhere in a hurry cause of his long ass legs you cant keep up

-The two of you Heely literally everywhere
-Also like to prank each other and hide the others wheels
-”LOOK AT THESE ONES MC” “Those are ugly though” “DO IT FOR THE MEME”

-god daMMIT
-You and his brother have to wear those damn shoes ALL THE TIME
-Gets a pair just so he can have competitions with you and his brother


- obviously he isn’t the biggest fan bc every time you get into an argument you roll away???
- hell, u roll away from him when he tries to kiss just to diss him
- he’s so petty that he will take those wheels right outta ur shoes, don’t even doubt it

- your heelies look like so much fun to wear that she actually steals them???
- she LOVES wear them to work because she can roll around serving customers instead of walking
- Jaehee is actually a lazy booty confirmed
- she has to stop wearing them when one day she somehow managed to lose control and she skated through a glass door

- he never sees you in them??? Hahacauseheblind He doesn’t know you have them for the longest time???
- he did think you walked really fast but he never questioned it
- after his surgery, he sees you roll into his room???
- he finds out he loves taking photos while skating away omg

The Amazing Adventures of Max

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

Tom Holland:

Gifs not mine.

A/N: An original piece, hope you guys enjoy this one as much as you enjoyed “Lady In Red.”

“Dear Spider-Man, you’re my favorite superhero in the whole comic book universe! I’m writing this letter because I’m really sick and even though I know you are busy saving the world it would be supercool if you came to see me, I’m Max Philip Kyle… I’m 8 years old and I have leukemia the doctors told my god mother that I won’t be able to make it to my 9th birthday which is 2 months from today and I know she’s scared and worried about me… she told me that writing a letter to you didn’t sound silly, she always believes in me, she’s been like a mother to me since I was 2 and I love her so much, I don’t want to leave her alone in this world , so Spider-Man do you think you could protect her when I’m gone cause that would make me so happy… I love her so much and she needs someone to save her from the mean world… I know you’re busy, but she told me it wouldn’t hurt to try… well thank you for reading this Spider-Man. Love your biggest fan Max.
P.S if you could bring the rest of the avengers and Loki that would be awesome!” Tom read out to the cast of the avengers, sad faces and tears were seen throughout the whole room “We’ve got to go, at least for one day.” Tom said folding the paper and putting it in his back pocket, when he looked up everyone was gone , grabbing their suits and props handing Tom his Spider-Man suit. 

Tom punched in the address of the hospital where the letter was sent from “We’re looking for a young kid named Max Kyle , what room is he in?” Tom said looking at the nurse through his costume not wanting to waste any time “Third floor, 307. He’s in a private room, women with him really loves him.” The nurse said looking over the people in the Avengers costumes, but they didn’t want time to chat they all rushed for the third floor and once they reached his room they noticed the quiet dead air, when they walked in slowly they saw a little boy flipping through the mute channels in the arms of a woman who was fast asleep once Max had saw them he slowly sprung him from the bed into a sitting position “NO WAY!” He yelled causing the woman to jolt up holding him tightly but she let out a sigh of relief when she knew he wasn’t in any pain “Spider-Man, Iron Man, Captain America, Winter Solider, Falcon, Hawkeye, Vision, Scarlet Witch, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, & LOKI! This is so awesome!” Max said smiling so hard he couldn’t believe his eyes “Hey buddy I got your note and I read it with all my friends, we all knew we had to meet a super kid like you. So is this your god mother that you love so much?” Tom said in his American accent trying not to break character, when he looked over to you he noticed how truly beautiful you had long(short) (Y/H/C) hair and beautiful big eyes his mouth was slightly open “Yeah, this is my god mother (Y/N), and this is Peter Parker or better known as Spider-Man.” Max said introducing them, (Y/N) smiled at the boy moving his face back from his forehead planting a kiss on it “Well I’m glad you received his letter and brought your friends with you Spider-Man.” She said smiling looking at the entire cast in front of her “I hope you brought a change of clothes.” (Y/N) said smiling looking at the cast nod. “Well, you can change, it’s hot in the hospital all the time.” Max said happily he was so excited but he felt his body start to collapse under him, but you noticed a change in mood you grabbed his softly laying him down on the bed grabbing his pills and water from the bedside table you kissed him getting up from the bed grabbing the control to put it in a seating position so he would have to balance himself up and hurt him, Max not only had leukemia but his bones were always weaker than other kids his age but regardless of that he always tried to do physical things in a safe measure of time thanks to you always supporting him and believing he could do anything. 

You loved him so much “Can you believe it ? They came!” Max said looking over at the new unmasked and regular dressed avengers but the shine in his eye never left “So tell us about you Max, you know all about us , and that’s an unfair advantage.” Tom said still in the American accent “Well… I love marvel , because of my godmother , she is obsessed with marvel and has been she since was a kid. So one day I saw her watching Civil war and I wanted to see it but she told me I had to watch other movies so we watched Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Age of Ultron and then Civil war. She was right, but you’re my favorite superhero! I was diagnosed with leukemia when I was 6 years old, umm my mom and dad are always too busy for me. 

The day I got sick in school and threw up they called my parents and they told the school that I would be fine, even though the school said I was puking blood. I mean I wasn’t but anything to get their attention which didn’t work, they then called (Y/N) and on the first ring she picked up and left her job to rush me to the hospital. She was in the middle of an important meeting to get job and they told her if she had left she would be fired, she didn’t even think about it she left and rushed to get me. I love to read especially comic books, (Y/N) gets them for me all the time, and I LOVE food.” Max said with sad eyes but a warm smile. (Y/N) wrapped her arm around him pulling him closer to her “Have your parents come to see you?” Robert asked quietly, that was the exact moment Max broke down in tears shaking his head rapidly causing (Y/N) to wrap her arms around “No but it’s okay because he has me, and now you’re all here for him. Right Maxie?” (Y/N) said looking down at Max who wiped his tears and smiled “Well Max, I think you’re one tough kid, and I would be honored if you would become my sidekick I need a strong kid by my side.” Tom said taking out a Spider-Boy suit and with that he say the boys eyes light up like the Fourth of July “YES!” Max said loudly, Tom handed him the suit smiling along with Max “I hate to interrupt but I need to exam Max & visiting hours are over as well…” Dr. Jensen said gripping his clipboard slightly. 

The Avengers cast nodded, (Y/N) looked at Dr. Jensen who was also motioning for you to exit now this made you worry but you’d learned better then to argue with the Doctor considering they we’re allowing you to stay in the hospital you kissed Max’s forehead before you left. You leaned against the door taking deep breaths “He’s a good kid, he’s really lucky he has someone like you.” Tom said in his regular accent scaring you causing you to jump in fear nearly slipping but Tom caught your hands pulling you up “You’re WAY stronger then you look, has anyone ever told you that?” You asked looking at him in shook because of how close your faces were “Yeah but not someone as beautiful and amazing as you (Y/N).” He said his breath hitting your face his every word caressing your cheek “I’m not all that special, I just think he deserves a better life than the one he has right now, thank you for coming he was so happy writing that letter but he knew you wouldn’t come and then you change his mind and pop out.” You said hugging Tom tightly, he wraps his arm around your waist and this hug is more than just a hug, it’s supporting and acceptance. 

“SPIDER-MAN & (Y/N) ARE YOU GUYS DATING?!” Max yelled with such a happy smile on his face as he rolled out of his room , you were shocked and before you could say anything “Yes, it was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday!” Tom said in his American accent hiding you in his chest laughing “Play along.” Tom whispered and you nodded “Yeah I was just going to ask the doctor if you could go home for one day and watch movies and eat my cooking.” You said looking at Dr. Jensen who nodded slowly “Yes , can all the avengers come?” Max said wheeling his way to hold Toms hand, Tom looked down at him “It’s a date ! ” he said smiling all the avengers laughing and nodding behind him.

 Oh boy this was a night Max won’t forget you thought to yourself as you all started to walk out of the hospital and on your way to your house.

anonymous asked:

"You're just jealous you aren't a member of the meme team."

Yuri sways against the wall as he speaks, and Otabek rushes out a hand to steady him.

“Yuri we need to go home now.” He says sternly, but the blonde shakes from his grip again.

“But Beka!” Yuri whines. “I belong here.”

They’re at something akin to a frat party, just without the frat. Yuri has had eight vodka mixers and three of something Otabek couldn’t identify by smell, and refused to taste.

He’s not drinking himself. He decided after one beer and Yuri’s third cup, that it would be best to have one of them sober. He’s eternally thankful for his foresight as Yuri sways again, away from the wall, and tries to make a run for it back into the crowded party.

Otabek manages to grab his wrist. “Yura, you’re really drunk. We should get you home.”

He wonders why he keeps trying to reason with Yuri, when he knows it’s never worked before.

Yuri yanks hard on his captured wrist with an indignant squawk, freeing himself again. “No! These are my people!”

Otabek gives a resigned sigh as Yuri rushes back into the crowd, yelling over the music.


The drunken gathering responds all at once, “OH SHIT WHADDUP!”

Otabek leans back against the wall and shakes his head.

Yuri’s wrong.

He’s not jealous at all.

He’s very glad he’s not a part of the “meme team,” he just wishes he knew what the hell all these people are on about.

Once Upon A December (Anastasia AU with Jason Todd)

Prologue | Journey to the Past

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“One ticket to Paris, please.” Y/N said with a smile. She and the giant black dog that she had decided to call Titus were standing at the ticket booth.

“Exit visa.” The man in the booth demanded. He held out his hand waiting for her to place her passport in it.

“Exit visa?” Y/N asked. She had no idea leaving the country was going to require more than just money for passage.

“No exit visa, no ticket!” The man declared as he slammed the shutters to his booth closed. Y/N huffed at the closure and turned away.

A old woman came over and tapped her on the shoulder. She leaned close to Y/N’s ear. “See Jason. He can help.”

“Where can I find him?” Y/N asked, both she and Titus leaned close to hear the woman’s words.

“At the old palace, but you didn’t hear it from me.” The woman hissed. She shooed Y/N in the direction she should go.

Y/N set off to find the palace. She got turned around a bit and had to ask directions, but was told that no one had been there in at least a decade.

She was a little disappointed to find the place all boarded up. It has obviously been quite grand at some point, but now it was run down and almost terrifying. She peeked through the boards and looked for a way in. She heard a crash and turned to find that Titus had pulled down a board and was walking through the hole.

“Titus! Wait for me!” She crawled through the hole. When she stood up, she found herself standing in a great hall. It was large and quite empty feeling. Y/N felt like it should have been filled with people coming and going, but instead there was nothing.

Titus trotted over to an old banquet table and sniffed along the edge. All the old china was filled with dust. Y/N picked up a plate and wiped it clean. She looked at her reflection in the screen and smiled. She suddenly saw the image of a smiling man and heard the mixture of his laughter and a little girl’s. She shook her head and the vision faded. She set the plate down and walked away.

“This place. It’s- it’s like a memory from a dream.” She said as she traced the carving on an ornate urn. There was a small carving of a swan on the lid and the body of the urn was decorated with bears and swans, a seemingly odd combination, but it felt right to her.

She turned and walked through a large set of doors and entered the ballroom. She found herself standing at the top of a grand staircase leading down to the dancefloor. She looked at a painting of what must have been the royal family and felt a surge of love and loss. She turned and took in the sight of the whole room. It was not near as stunning as it use to be, but it was still a sight to behold with its numerous chandeliers and painting lining the top of the walls. Light fought its way through the grimy windows and reflected off the dirty floor. Y/N walked down the staircase and was consumed by another vision.

Multitudes of women in colorful dresses and men in suits with medals swirled before her and filled the dancefloor. She turned to find three teenage girls smiling at her. They swept up to her and played with her hair and put jewelry on her and smoothed her dress into place. She looked down to find that the oversized ragged man’s shirt she normally wore, a hand me down of a hand me down someone had gifted the orphanage, was replaced with a stunning ballgown. She twirled in place before looking up to find that same smiling man from before. He took her hand and led her in a dance, before spinning her around. They paused and he leaned in and kissed her forehead. Y/N smiled and bowed down. She was suddenly torn from this lovely daydream by the sound of someone yelling.

“Hey, what are you doing in here?” A dark haired man cried out. Y/N quickly got up and ran towards the staircase she had just walked down. She could hear two sets of footsteps thundering after her as she faced the painting of the royal family once more. She froze when she heard the man and his friend draw near, knowing she couldn’t outrun them. She turned to face the man who was demanding to know how she had gotten into the palace. His voice trailed off when he saw her face.

Jason could not believe it. Here was this random woman, in the palace, standing right in front of a painting of the Romanovs and looking as though she belonged in the portrait with them. The resemblance between her and the missing Grand Duchess, the woman he had tried so hard and failed to find a look-a-like for, had practically gifted herself to him.

“Roy.” He hissed, not taking his eyes from the woman in front of him.

The redhead leaned over to Jason. “What is it, Jaybird?”

“Do you see what I see?” Jason asked, gesturing between the woman and the painted face of the missing Grand Duchess.

“Holy fuck.” Roy gasped.

“Of course she had a dog. And a fucking giant one as well” Jason groaned when he saw Titus. He held out a hand to touch him, but quickly retracted it when Titus began to growl.

“Are you Jason?” Y/N asked. She didn’t know what to make of the pair in front of her, but decided she might as well get what she came for.

“Depends. Who’s looking for him?” Jason asked as he walked up the steps to stand in front of her.

“My name is Y/N and I need travel papers. They say you are the man to see, even though I can’t tell you who they is.” Y/N joked. Jason looked her up and down before stepping around her. “Hey, why are you circling me? What were you a vulture in another life?” Y/N said as she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

Jason smirked. “Look, I’m sorry, doll-”

“It’s Y/N. Not ‘doll’. My name is Y/N” She corrected him.

The smile on his face became a bit forced as he continued. “It is just you look an awful lot like- um, nevermind. So, you said something about travel papers?”

“Yes, I’d like to go to Paris.” Y/N answered.

“Paris?” Jason asked incredulously. There was no way it could be this perfect, nothing was ever this lined up, but hey? Who was he to question a good thing?

Roy laughed as he rubbed Titus’s belly. The giant black dog panted and wiggled, thoroughly enjoying the attention. “Jaybird, look at this good boy! He is such a good boy, yes he is!” Roy crooned as he continued to play with the dog.

Jason ignored his partner in favor of the too good to be true woman in front of him. “Let me ask you something, Y/N: is there a last name that goes with that?”

Y/N grimaced and looked down. “Well, actually- This is going to sound crazy- I don’t know my last name. I was found wandering around when I was eight years old.”

“And before that?” Jason asked quietly.

“I don’t remember. Look, I know it is strange, but I have very few memories of my past.”

Jason nodded and tried to push down the feeling of guilt at how happy he was for this woman’s screwed over childhood. Of course, everyone has their burdens and Y/N’s might very well help them become rich.

“Well, I do have one clue and that is Paris.” Y/N said as she fiddled with her pendant. “So, can you two help me or not?”

Jason hummed and nudged Roy. The red head tore his attention away from Titus for a moment to search his pockets. “I sure would like to. In fact, we are going to Paris ourselves.” Jason said as Roy handed him some papers. “And I have three.” Jason looked to find four tickets in his hand and quickly threw the fourth to the side. “This one is wrong. I’ve got three tickets here.” He waved them in the air and watched her eyes light up with hope. “Unfortunately, the third one is for her.” He pointed to the painting of the royal family. “Grand Duchess Y/N.”

Y/N looked at the portrait of the little girl as Roy and Jason crowded around her.

“We are going reunite her with her grandmother.” Roy explained.

“You know, you kinda look like her.” Jason remarked.

“You’ve got the same e/c eyes.” Roy said thoughtfully as he stared at her.

“The Romanov eyes.” Jason added.

“Nicholas’s smile.” Roy softly brushed his thumb over the corner of her mouth.

“Alexandra’s chin.” Jason said as he cradled it in his hand. Y/N moved to smack him when Roy grabbed her hand. “Look she even has the grandmother’s hands.”

“She is the same age, the same physical type-” Jason continued.

“Are you trying to tell me that you think I am the missing Grand Duchess Y/N?” She laughed

“Look, all I am saying is I have seen thousands of girls from all over Russia and not one of them fits the bill as well as you do.” Jason said.

“You know, I thought you were crazy from the beginning, but now I am starting to believe both of you are fucking mad.” Y/N said as she turned to leave.

“Why? You don’t remember what happened to you.” Jason pointed out.

“And no one knows what happened to her.” Roy added.

“You are looking for family in Paris.” Jason said, holding up the tickets again. “And her only family is in Paris.” Roy finished.

“You ever thought about the possibility that you may be the one everyone has been looking for?” Jason asked quietly.

“It would be kind of hard to think that when you are sleeping on a damp floor, but sure I guess every lonely girl would hope she is a princess.” Y/N said as she stared back up at the painting.

“And somewhere, one lonely girl is.” Roy sighed.

Jason grabbed Roy’s arm and pulled him towards the staircase. “Really wish we could help, but the third ticket is for the Grand Duchess. Good luck.” He called over his shoulder. Y/N sighed and studied the faces in the painting before focusing on the one of Y/N.

“Why didn’t you tell her about the plan?” Roy hissed as they continued to walk away.

“All she wants to do is go to Paris. Why give her a third of the money?” Jason said as they started down the stairs.

“We are walking away too soon there is no way we convinced her in that short amount of time.” Roy worried as he kept in step with Jason.

Trust me. Slow down a bit.” Jason instructed as they continued moving. He counted down to three and then Y/N called his name. Jason smirked at Roy before turning around. “Did you call me?”

“If I don’t remember who I am than who’s to say that I am not a princess or a grand duchess or whatever the hell she is, right?” Y/N asked as she caught up to them.

“You make a valid point.” Jason said, pretending to be impartial about this situation and Y/N’s acceptance, however unknowingly, of their plan. “Go on.”

“And if I am not, then it was just an honest mistake.” Y/N finished.

“But! If you are, you will finally know who you are and you will have found your family.” Roy said excitedly.

“Either way, you’ll be in Paris.” Jason pointed out.

“Exactly!” Y/N declared. She held her hand out for Jason to shake, but gripped it too hard when he put his hand in hers. He pulled back and shook his head with a grimace on his face.

He shook his head with a smirk. He had to admit: she had guts. “May I present to you, the Grand Duchess Y/N.”

Y/N smiled and turned to her dog. “Titus, we are going to Paris!”

Opinion: Power Rangers 2017 (spoilers)

This comes from the viewpoint of a 90’s Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers fan who watched the show on Fox Kids in the mornings.

W O W!

I loved it. The best thing about this film is definitely USE OF LAYERS. The film really does something extra by introducing the characters one by one, revealing more and more about them. You get to know one specific thing about each to-be Ranger and how they all end up at the same spot, becoming Rangers.

They later get to deal with that stuff, train and bond as friends over time, which you all know is quite rare in full-length films nowadays. Typically, the superhero will be thrown into super strength or powerful abilities and know how to use them and bang! enter action.

Here, there is no big threat for a start. There is the looming threat yes, but the Rangers get to know each other, build a level (or many levels actually) of trust before they are even able to morph! This is amazing.

The core parts of the series are present. The main team includes the primary 5 and then there’s also the knowledge about green ranger’s assistance, as the main villain is a former green ranger and the post-credits reveal more of green to come. Zordon is very much present and so are all the classic zords.

The characters are amazing. All are of different ethnicity and all got different but oh so real problems. We got issues with parents wishing some big american football dream on their son, another dealing with his sick mother whom he loves dearly, third being autistic but oh so badass and smart and KIND, a previous cheerleader who gets thrown out of her clique due to some mean but still very common reasons and lastly, an awesome LGBTQ girl who gets to move around a lot and never really stays too long to get to know people and make friends and has to deal with parents who live by labels and don’t take her relationships well.

Also, Rita Repulsa stopping by to grab a donut before going for the crystal was literally every single one of us going #priorities

My best moments that made me jump up and down like a kid on Christmas include:
- Jason and Billy’s friendship moments
- Kim and Trini moments but especially that donut fight because that was so fucking gay like christ almighty calm down you two
- Zack’s moment with his cool af mum
- MEGAZORD!!!!!!!!!!!

Overall: I want more of these. Great buildup, great character intro, all important original series points included, varied cast, no forced hetero romance (actually, no romance at all, which was perfect for this film) and an amazing amount of badass fighting scenes.

I’m totally sold. Call me a nerd but, the child in me has been given the gift of ages.

Be Safe, I Love You (Part I)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader, Reid x happiness

Summary: Set somewhere vaguely in the season 12 universe, without all the current bullshit that’s going on. Reid is dating the reader, who he is very much in love with but has yet to introduce her to the team. JJ figures out that he’s seeing someone but promises not to say anything yet. 

Word Count: 852

Warnings: brief mention of violence, murder, all the regular ‘ol Criminal Minds stuff

“Babe,” you heard Spencer’s voice whisper softly. “Babe.” “What?” you asked, the sound of your voice muffled by the blankets that you had wrapped yourself in. “I gotta go. Prentiss just called everyone into work.” “What? Spence, babe, its like - ” you rolled over and looked at the clock. “6:30 in the morning. On a Saturday.” He sighed. “I know. But Prentiss wouldn’t have called us all in if it wasn’t important.” You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked him in the eye. As much as you wanted to be annoyed and make him stay, you couldn’t. You were a nurse who understood dedication to one’s job and had had more than your fair share of unexpectedly early mornings that interrupted your time with him. “Okay. Call me once you get settled and be safe.“ You know I will,” he replied and kissed you gently. “I love you Spence,” you said as you settled back into the blankets. “Love you too.” Your heart wrenched a little every time you watched him leave - Spencer’s job was dangerous and you never knew what might happen to him while he was off on a case. But such was the life of dating an FBI agent.

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  • he’s too nervous to tell you
  • Jin and Suga watching from afar as Namjoon, Jimin, Hobi, and Jungkook try to get Taehyung to admit his feelings
  • he finally does and he’s so nervous he has to sit down to tell you
  • when he hears the words back he breaks into that grin that makes his eyes crinkle and shows most of his teeth
  • sex with Tae would be playful and shy at first
  • depending on your mood, he would either be rough or not
  • his goal is to please you
  • Tae loving you unconditionally like wow that boy would never let you go
if this night is not is not forever, at least we are together

Otayuri Week Day 1: First Times/Confessions

Words: 2.8K 

Featuring: DJ Otabek, Artist Yuri, Photographer Phichit and a whole host of drunken antics. 

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It starts with a doodle in the margin of his art history notes that, when he looks at it from the right angle, looks like Otabek. Then there’s the midnight scrawls in his journals when he pours his heart out onto the page in smudgy ink, and when he rereads them the next day, it’s clear in his mind that the rambles that fill page after page are only about one person. Slowly, bits of Otabek start creeping into his art, snippets of things he’s written in journals, half remembered conversations immortalised in paint, some of the writing covered in angry strokes of red acrylic or made barely legible by the ink running down the page. He’s under his skin, and Yuri doesn’t really know why, or how to make it stop, how to make it go away, or anything that could possibly make the situation any better.

And whilst that might well be the start, it’s not technically the beginning.

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The Summer (1/33)

The Summer (1/33) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight. Warnings at the beginning of each chapter | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 8,456 Words

For reference, @phansdick is Dan, @insanityplaysfics is Phil.

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Warnings: Bullying, homophobia, sexuality denial

A/N: Hey guys! @insanityplaysfics and I have been working on this beauty for about two months now and it’s turned into a giant mess of 300k words! How the actual heck were we even able to write this much in such a short amount of time? I don’t know but I sure do love this, and I love Eliza so much. Anyways, our posting dates are on every Wednesdays and Saturdays! The chapters all start around 8k words but gradually go up in word count as the story unfolds. Title creds: The Summer by Citizen. Hope you enjoy the story because we sure did!

Chapter One

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Willow’s song

I was inspired by one of my favourite scenes of the movie The Wicker Man (1973). I’ll leave the link if you want to watch the scene and understand better what’s going on in this fic, it’s only 4 minutes long. Well you don’t have to watch this scene or the whole movie to get the story but it gives more emphasis.

English is not my first language.

The scene

Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, explicit sexual content, dirty talk

“Aw Sam Jesus Christ not again!” you ranted

“What’s wrong this time” Sam shouted from the bathroom with an annoyed tone.

“Come and see numbskull” you invited him to join you in the basement.

Sam appeared on the doorstep, half of his face was covered in shaving foam and the other half looked as smooth as a baby’s bottom. In a different situation you would have found that irresistible but this time you were really angry at him.

“I’ve already told you never wash white and coloured clothing together.” you were pulling out the washing machine all the ruined clothes and piling them up in the laundry basket. It wasn’t the first time that happened but you were really pissed off. Sam moved closer to inspect the mess he had made.

“What can I say? Light blue is pretty close to white. And light green, and light grey.” he said with such nonchalance that made you even angrier.

“Well then fuck it, this was my favourite shirt and it’s ruined.” you got up and looked at him with a threatening gaze, your hands resting on your waist.

Sam knew he wouldn’t be able to get away easily; he only saw you being that angry two other times and he wished there wouldn’t be a third. The only thing he could do was hold your own.

“Where’s the issue? Besides, you look better when you’re not wearing any clothes.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine, where some guy disrespect/ hit batmom and everyone in the batfamily protect or defends

I like how Batmum (I’m Australian, I’m sorry I can’t do ‘mom’, at least not in the author’s note) is an actual Bat!fandom trope. We’re all self-insert losers. 
Hopefully this doesn’t deviate too far from the prompt, I sort of went more ‘Batmum is attacked, saved and then alternatively severely reprimanded and given lots of emotional support by the batfamily’.

And honestly…what were you thinking? Dark street. Alone. Gotham. 
Alone. Gotham. 
Dark street. Gotham. 
You really should have known better. 
And as the three bizarrely stereotypical D-Grade henchmen beared down on you as menacingly as they would in the beginning of a really cliched superhero movie, you realised that if Bruce ever found out about this you were literally going to be locked in the Bat Cave the rest of your short, fragile life. 
“Hello pretty lady,” one of them leered. 
“Shudd’up,” said another. “That’s Wayne’s gal.” 
Gal. Was this the fifties? Well if their sexist opinion that you were Wayne’s property- 
About to die. You were not going to end it evaluating the misogyny of your would-be murders.
“Ransom?” asked the third guy who seemed even less bright than the first two.
“Ransom,” the leader confirmed as he grabbed your arm.  
Scream, don’t scream, scream, don’t scream? 
It really showed how long you’d been spending with the Bats that you were just as worried about Batman finding out about this, than the actual kidnapping. 
“I wouldn’t,” you began coolly, despite your terror. Wow, Bruce really had rubbed off on you. Of course, not enough to incapacitate these three thugs but… You need to start paying attention. 
The man glared at you. “And we should care what you think because…?” 
“It’s not her you should be worried about,” came a voice from above. 
You grinned to yourself, looking down at the floor. Jason. He’d keep this away from the others. A secret. You could bribe him with books. 
You close your eyes, ignoring the pained grunts and begging and- 
You reluctantly open your eyes again. The three men were bloody and unconscious on the floor in front of you. 
You feign nonchalance, which really shows how far you’ve come. Nonchalance in the face of kidnapping. 
Jason, suited up, tilted his masked head towards you. The red helmet masked his expression but you smiled faintly at him anyway, rubbing the spot on your arm where the leader of the gang had had his arm ripped away from you when Jason had descended. 
“I’ll give you a first edition Jane Austen if you don’t tell,” you offered. 
Red Hood looked over the scene, a beam of light glinting off the edge of the helmet. “You think this is a joke?” he asked finally in a strained voice. 
You froze, arm still scratching at the spot the man had grabbed. 
“You could have been hurt!” Jason took a deep breath to collect himself and offered you a hand. “I’m taking you to Batman,” he said firmly. 
You had a feeling pouting or complaining wouldn’t work. 
“Okay,” you said softly. 

Jason hadn’t let go of you the whole way back, and his arm was wrapped loosely around you as he lead you up the steps to the Bat Computer, yet it felt more like a leash as you walked up to your (probable) doom. 
You didn’t say anything though. Jason had been silent the whole ride back and you were honestly more worried about him than the bad guys. 
“Bruce,” Jason called to the chair. 
The chair swiveled. 
Damian raised an eyebrow at the two of you. “Father is out,” he said clearly. He gave you and him an odd look. “Though I doubt he’d appreciate you-”
“She was attacked,” Jason interrupted him. 
It was almost hilarious. Damian’s mouth faltered and his eyes widened and he looked at you in disbelief, probably finally taking in your messy hair and your complexion, paler than normal due to shock and fear and who knows what else.
Then he jumped off the chair. “Where are they?” he demanded. “I’ll-”
“In custody,” Jason cut him off. “I made sure of that.”
“You should have made sure they went to the morgue,” Damian retorted as he approached you, eyes examining your body. “Are you injured?” he asked you directly. 
You shake your head, absentmindedly rubbing your arm. Damian picked up on that and grabbed your top, dragging you towards the medbay section of the cave. “He just grabbed me,” you protested. “It probably won’t even bruise-”
“You let one of them touch her?” Damian snapped at Jason as he manhandled you onto the slab to check your arm. 
“I got there a little late.” 
Damian huffed. “She should have a guard on her at all times,” he criticised as he poked your arm. “I’ve told father this before.” 
“Yeah, it’s a shame the concept of privacy is a thing,” came a cocky voice from the section above them. You and Jason looked up to see Dick resting casually against the railings above you. Dick looked back at you and then his expression changed and he jumped down, landing lightly next to Damian. “What happened?” he asked seriously, all humor gone from his voice. 
You sigh, well put upon. “I was just-” 
“Attacked,” Damian almost screeched. 
Dick stepped closer and cupped your face in his hands. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Do you want me to call-” 
“Jason let one of them grab her,” Damian tattled as he pressed on the skin where your arm had been grabbed. Apparently satisfied nothing was broken, he stepped away and let Dick crowd you in. 
“I saved her life, didn’t I?” Jason replied, arms folded as he leant against the wall. 
“Some thugs tried to attack me,” you cut in. “Jason stopped them. I’m not hurt, and no, please, please, don’t call anyone.” 
“She doesn’t want Bruce to know,” Jason clarified. 
“What?!” Damian sounded outraged. “Of course Father needs to know! How else will those criminals get the punishment they deserve?”
I already punished them,” Jason reminded him brusquely. 
“Not well enough if they’re still breathing.” 
“You want Batman to go kill them?” 
You were beginning to wonder whether you should be worried for your attackers. 
You sighed aloud pointedly, interrupting Damian’s retort.  “Can I go now?” 
“No,” the three boys said in unison. 
You gave Dick a betrayed look. “I just want to sleep.” 
Dick shifted into his ‘big brother’ mode. “We should probably wait for Bruce to get home first,” he said gently. “He’ll probably have more of an idea of what to do.” 
“People get attacked every d-”
“Not in this household they don’t.” Damian. 
You waited for Jason to pipe in about how they just sought out trouble, but it didn’t come. 
“I technically don’t live he-”
“You’re a part of this family,” Jason. 
And wow wasn’t that something from the black sheep of the house? 
You looked down. “So you’re just going to make me sit here until Bruce comes home?” 
“If that what it takes,” Damian said. 
Dick sighed reluctantly. “Come on up into the house,” he offered. “Alfred was making dinner.”
You nodded, because you’d become really really uncomfortable during this conversation. Besides, you’d left your apartment in search of food anyway. Since Bruce was at a meeting, you’d mutually decided to meet up later on it the night. Oh, you’d probably have to text him, let him know you were already at the mansion, you though to yourself as Dick led you, hand on your arm, gently to the Bat Cave’s Mansion entrance. Apparently the kids had a thing with touching to reassure themselves, which was weird, right? Considering how not touchy feel-y Bruce’s parenting style was…. Maybe that was why? You let him take you up through the house and into the lavish dining room. You took your regular seat, ignoring the slight twinge at Bruce’s seat being empty. You were shaken up, and seeing Bruce’s intimidating form loom over you, full of power and strength, would’ve taken some of the weight off you. Especially if he held you close and whispered something romantic…It’d almost be worth how pissed off he’ll be. 
The boys took various seats around you. You smiled across at Damian, who was still eyeing you like you were about to burst into tears at any given second. You raised an eyebrow at him - a look you’d admittedly learnt by studying him. 
“How was your day?” you asked, for lack of anything else to do. 
Damian scoffed. “The children at that school are morons.” 
You sit back in your seat. “So you keep telling me.” 
“Oh,” Tim said as he and Cassandra entered the room. He looked at you. “I thought you were coming over later.” 
You shot a pleading glance at Damian that went unheeded. 
“She was attacked.”
Cassandra was over by your side in a flash, glaring at you blankly as her eyes swept over you. 
“I’m fine,” you mumbled. 
Tim slid into a spare chair and got out his tablet. “Do you know the names of the attackers?” He open the Gotham PD’s database. 
“They were arrested earlier,” Jason offered up, along with the time and place and you’d stopped listening because Cassandra was still looming over you. 
It was times like this you could really see the resemblance between her and Bruce. 
“I’m fine,” you muttered again at her. 
She gave you a skeptical look, but went and took her seat next to Jason. 
“Barbara will be here soon,” Dick told you, probably trying to break the weird tension. Or maybe distract you from Tim reading out the thugs’ police record in an increasingly angered voice, along with Jason and Damian actually agreeing that maybe they should go back and beat them up a little more. You really didn’t want to know. 
You smile at him, apparently going for the record of Fake Smiles in an 120 minute time frame. “How is Babs?” you asked genuinely. “I haven’t seen her for a while.” 
He shrugged sheepishly. “You know the Oracle,” he said. 
You grin back just as Alfred entered the room. 
“Oh,” he said, startled. “Miss-” 
“I was attacked,” you interrupted dryly, knowing it was going to happen either way. “I’m fine, the guys are in police custody and now I’m here.” You shrug and make a show of turning back to Dick. 
“I see,” Alfred said. “I’ll make sure to prepare another bowl for you.” He left the room. 
You looked down guiltily, wondering if you’d been too harsh. 
“He works for Bruce,” Dick comforted you. “He’s used to it.”
Your lips twist into a parody of a smile. “Yeah.”  
Dick’s phone made a noise and Dick jumped lightly to his feet. “Babs is here.” Then he rushed off. 
Sourly you bet to yourself that Dick was going to spill the beans to her. You turned your gaze to smile at Tim, who was evaluating you with what was apparently the Concerned Bat ™ look. 
You stuck out your tongue at him. “I have lived in Gotham all my life, you know.” 
“Concern is natural,” Damian scolded you. As if you were the bad guy here. 
“Aw, you’re so cute,” you told him, resting your head in your hand as you gazed at him in mock adoration. “You’re worried about me.” 
Damian’s eyes flashed dangerously. “You’re important to Father,” he said, waving away your teasing. 
“Liar.” You shook your head as Alfred returned with the food on a tray and began serving it out. 
Damian scowled at you. 
“Thanks Alfred,” you said as he placed your food in front of you, hoping your smile would convey apology if you’d upset him earlier. 
He gave you a smile back just as Babara entered the room, Dick’s hands resting on the back of her wheelchair. 
Barbara’s eyes narrowed in on you and your back straightened. 
“Fine,” Barbara said dryly. 
You gave her a look. What happened to the girl code of honor? “Exactly,” you said primly. “Honestly I don’t treat you guys like this when you come back bleeding and half dead.” 
“We’ve all had training,” Barbara reminded you as Dick moved a chair against the wall so that she could move up to the table. 
“Then give me training.” The words were out of your mouth before you’d thought them through and all eyes were on you in an instant. “Or,” you added carefully, “accept that this is something that is going to happen from time to time since I live in one of the most crime ridden cities in America and am dating the richest man in said city.”
“You think this was targeted?” Tim interrupted, face pale.
You sigh to your plate of food. This whole night was a disaster. Maybe you could sneak away to bed and sleep it off. Would they still care tomorrow? Maybe they’d realise they were overacting. Deep down you had a feeling it was the opposite, and that you really needed to cut them off at the pass now before you ended up wearing a bulletproof vest to work. 
“Definitely not,” you informed them. “They didn’t realise who I was till after the…” Grabbing? Attack? What was the least frightening word?
“But they did recognise you?” Jason pressed. 
“I’m dating the most famous non-criminal man in the city,” you point out. “Yes, they recognised me.” You punctuate the sentence by biting into your food. 
There was silence and the others began carefully eating too, but there was an atmosphere of retrospection in the air. They were all planning something. 
Not good. 
The meal continued with barely a word spoken, a few inquires into health and well-being and activities and all. 
You stretch as you put down your fork. “Well, I think I’m going to-” 
You falter to a stop as your gaze hits the doorway. 
“Bruce,” you said softly. 
His arms were folded and his expression was blank as he, like all the other Bats had, stared at you, assessing you. 
You clear your throat, the other bats at the table not saying anything. “What happened to your meeting?” 
“I cancelled.”
“Alfred called.” 
Your mouth dropped open. “Betrayal,” you whispered hoarsely, eyes darting around the room for the missing butler. Bastard. 
Bruce’s mouth twitched. “Why didn’t you call me?” 
“I meant to,” you told him honestly. Not about the incident per say… but the intention had been there. “It’s not my fault you have so many kids.” 
Bruce looks at you, and if this had been your first meeting, you’d only have seen the repressed anger, the judgment, but you know better now, you can see the worry in his eyes, in his body, and perhaps, if you weren’t being wishful, the desire to hug you, hold you close, just like you’d been thinking too. 
You had to be careful about this too. You couldn’t quite shake it off like you did with the kids. 
“No injuries,” you offer up. 
“So I heard.”
“Right. From Alfred,” you said bitterly. 
Bruce turned and left the room, a clear unspoken invitation - demand?- for you to follow. 
You looked around the table pleadingly. Damian glared back defiantly, Dick, Tim and Jason suddenly incredibly invested in their food. Cassandra looked at you curiously while Babara gave you a calming smile. You stand up, chair scraping against the floor noisely. 
“Thanks guys,” you say sarcastically as you leave. 

Bruce,” you say in your gentlest tone as you entered his study. He’d already reached the window in true dramatic fashion. 
He looked up at you, eyes dark. 
You sigh and hold up your hands as you approach him. “I’m sorry for not calling.” 
“You think that’s why I’m angry.” 
“I think you’re worried about me,” you corrected. Bruce’s hands fell to your shoulders as he pulled you close, sliding down to rest on the small of your back. 
The long-awaited hug. 
You hum happily and rest your head on his chest. 
“I am,” he said finally. 
“Hmm?” This was nice. Bruce was warm and felt so safe, so calming. 
“Worried about you.” 
You snort. “Thanks.” 
His hand cupped your chin and made you look into his eyes. “I mean it.” 
Your lip quirked. “I feel that’s an unfair double standard coming from a guy whose regular day involves at least five automatic rifles aimed at his head.” 
He huffed. “I have training.”
“Everyone has training,” you mutter. 
“You shouldn’t have been wandering the streets.”
“It’s where you get food in my area.”
“Your area should be here.” 
You blink at him. “Are you…asking me to live here?” 
He gave you an annoyed look. “I’m saying you should already live here.”
“You don’t ask girls to live with you often, do you?” 
“Only you,” he confirmed. “And Cassandra.”
You snort. “Bit of a difference.” 
He ducked his head down and kissed you gently. “Obviously,” he chided. 
“I’m not going to be let out of this house for a while, am I?” 
“Not a chance.” 

Ordinarily I would have stopped this at the 1,300 word mark but the idea of that ending came to mind with the Bruce and the hugging and the kiss and so I powered through to over 2700 words. Hope it was worth it~

Apparently I’m still not strong enough to do the whole [name] thing. I just can’t do it. It ruins the flow for me, idk. I find most people overuse them, you know? Like you’ll be like “[your name] twirls her [hair length][hair colour] as she looks her [eye colour] eyes in the mirror.” Totally takes me out of the moment. 

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