it seems that someone is trying to make shameless the next show that does that to me

little red riding hood (1/2)

little red riding hood (½)
dom!hoseok x reader // M (smut) // 3233
You better not be wearing anything under that coat when you get here. Or you’re not coming tonight.

warnings: orgasm denial, mild dom and exhibitionist themes, name calling, dirty talk? i’m not sure what to warn about, oh! flashing too.

a/n: hello, this is my first ever smut piece and it’s written for my baby sister @kpopscenariostho​, who has turned me into hoseok trash in the span of four months. this is torn in two~ this is just part one so may the good lord hold you as you swim through this trashy thing. it’s also supposed to be a friends with benefits!au but now im not so sure if it is anymore?! BUT YES, i hope you enjoy and please be gentle with me, it’s my first time uwu

i would like to thank @beansuga, @justanemptydream, @mint-tape, and @apandasmind for listening to me screech about this over and over again. and @minyoongittaemune for going through the first actual draft and giving me notes. :* love y’all. you’re the best i can’t believe you deal with my weird ass all the time~

PS I wrote this to BTS’s Danger so may it also ruin your soul. Have a Danger Era Hoseok too.

Originally posted by notjhope

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chapter 10.

Rich || Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

Reader (you) x Jaebum ft Jinyoung

Word Count: 1420

Warnings: none :)

note: omg trying to upload rich on my phone is such a hassle. this, my lovely readers, is your christmas present! the highly demanded chapter 10. I finished writing on my phone on the way to the mountains and decided i’ll update for y’all. anyways have a happy holiday and i’ll see you guys after christmas! -admin


“(Y/N).” Jinyoung breathed out. “Can we talk?”

I stared at him, with complete shock as he eyed me down. Yes, I was only wearing Jaebum’s dress shirt with panties underneath but that didn’t bother me. In my mind, I kept thinking to myself that I was going to get caught cheating. But by the looks of it, Jinyoung wasn’t angry at all. He came to mend things between us.

“Sure.” I huffed out, stepping aside so Jinyoung could enter the house. I turned my back on him as I walked towards the kitchen. Jaebum made eye contact with me as he leaned on the counter.

“Who was it?” He smirked. I gave him a nasty look and head towards the living room.

“Jinyoung.” I stated, with no expression in the tone of my voice. I heard Jaebum curse under his breath as he scrambled around in the kitchen.

“Man,” Jaebum chuckled nervously, “Jinyoung. What a surprise.”

Turning around, I saw the two men glare at each other before Jinyoung walked over to me and sat down on the couch. I sat down, on the other side of the couch, keeping the space between us. I looked at Jaebum to see him walking away from both of us, giving us some privacy.

“Hear me out, (Y/N).” Jinyoung huffed out. I glared at him and observed his face. He had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep and probably stayed up the whole night worrying about me.  For me, I did something to make me forget Jinyoung.

“Talk.” I stated with a bit of harshness from my tone. Keeping in mind what Jaebum said to me last night, I should at least give Jinyoung a chance to talk. So I leaned back on the couch, maintaining eye contact with him as I watched him struggle to tell his story.

“She’s not who you think she is,” Jinyoung started, “My family arranged a marriage between her family and ours so that we could keep the business going. It’s not like I had a choice on who I wanted to marry. I was forced into this. Hell, (Y/N), I wanted to tell them no. I wanted to tell them that you were the one I wanted a future with and not with some random stranger. But I couldn’t.”

I sat there, watching Jinyoung as he started to break down in tears. My heart lurched for him after hearing his side of the story. Was it really an arranged marriage? Was it really something Jinyoung didn’t want to get into? And after all this time, he didn’t tell about this. I had mixed feelings for his story. I didn’t know if I should be mad at him for not telling me or feel happy that it wasn’t something major. To be honest, Jinyoung was my first love. The only guy that made me felt like a princess. But his family doesn’t approve of me and it just felt wrong to see a guy whose family doesn’t appreciate me.

“Maybe we should end this.” I decided to say, after minutes of silence. “It’ll be better for the both of us.”

“What?” Jinyoung whispered in disbelief, his teary eyes meeting mine. I moved closer to him and grabbed his hand. Holding onto it tightly, I flashed him a soft smile and ignored my sorrow feelings for him.

“It’ll be better if we both split up so our relationship won’t cause trouble to anyone.” I softly said to him as I brought a hand up to his cheek, wiping a single tear drop.

“Don’t do this to me, (Y/N).” Jinyoung breathed out. “We can make this work. I’ll d-”

“No, we can’t.” I interrupted him. “It’s for the better.”

And with that, I leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek before letting go of his hand and standing up. I gave Jinyoung a nice look before walking away and upstairs to my room. I could feel my heart break in half as I slowly trotted upstairs. The tears started to form in my eyes as I entered my room and closed the door. It was like my other half left my soul leaving me into pieces. I really did love Jinyoung so much to the point where I would run away with him anytime. After all these times he has helped me, I couldn’t even say thank you properly. I felt shameless, broken, and guilty.

“(Y/N)?” I heard someone calling along with a knock on my door. “Are you okay?”

I didn’t even reply back. Waiting for the figure to move away from my door, I sunk down onto the ground and curled up into a ball. The sound of my loud sobs filled the room as I tried to forget what happened. I laid there, on the floor, completely broken. Now what was I going to do? How was I supposed to pay my debt without Jinyoung’s help? He and I were building my foundation and now it was completely ruined.

After what seemed like hours, I heard someone open my door and walk inside my room. I laid on the floor, looking at the ceiling, still feeling completely empty on the inside. Telling from the shadow on the wall, Jaebum was the one who walked in. He stood in one spot, scared to touch me in anyway since he knows that I would break down in front of him. But I wasn’t that type of girl.

“(Y/N), you need to come downstairs and eat.” He finally spoke up. “I’ve been calling you for the past few mintues.”

“Didn’t hear you.” I replied back, quite coldly also. I heard Jaebum sigh as I felt a presence kneel down beside me. Soon, Jaebum’s handsome face came into my view as he looked at me sadly.

“Let’s go downstairs.” He whispered softly as he stuck out his hand. I sighed before grabbing his hand as he hoisted me up and led me downstairs.

“You’re stronger than this, (Y/N). Don’t let a man like Jinyoung pull you down.” Jaebum reminded me, hoping that it’ll cheer me up. To be honest, he wasn’t really helping in this situation. I’d rather have him go to his workroom like he always does and leave me alone.

“Why are you telling me this? You’re basically insulting your best friend.” I sneered at him as I sat down on the couch.

“Well, sorry for trying to make you feel better. I can defend my best friend in this saying that it wasn’t his fault. And it’s true. Jinyoung had no say in this meaning, it isn’t his fault.” Jaebum stated as he shrugged his shoulders.

“I know that.” I sighed as I rested my face in my hands. “It’s not him that I’m mad at, it’s his family and this stupid arranged marriage. I ended it because I knew it’ll cause trouble and it’ll hurt me even more later on in the future.”

“Good choice.” Jaebum stated with a hint of a sarcastic tone. I looked up at him and pouted as he flashed me his famous smile.

“Fuck off, Jaebum. You’re not helping at all.” I snapped at him, flipping him off as well. He was being extremely rude even though he claims that he was helping me cheer up.

“I can help you,” Jaebum suggested as he sat down next to me, “A Christmas party tomorrow. It’s a very high and prestigious party meaning, Jinyoung’s family will be there. You be my date and I’ll show you off to the whole world making his family realize what they’re missing.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” I said, looking away from him. “Jinyoung will be there an-”

“Take this as a perfect opportunity. Make him jealous.” Jaebum smirked at me. I turned my head to look at him as his eyes stared me down. Do I really want to make Jinyoung jealous? He didn’t even do anything wrong to deserve this type of punishment. But a part of me wanted to make him jealous. I stared at Jaebum for awhile as I thought of the different consequences that could happen at the party tomorrow. If I did go, maybe it’ll make me feel better.

“What do you say, baby girl?” Jaebum whispered as he leaned in. His face nearly inches from mine. My mind had conflicted feelings. Did I really want to do this?

“(Y/N), what do you say…?”

Originally posted by yg-boys

(15) Loud, so everyone can hear. (Football team!Captain!AU)

Part of ‘The Way You Said I love you.’ 


“Hey, you.”

She pauses midway of stuffing the textbooks into her locker, smiling slowly at the lazy greeting from behind the metallic, tiny door.

His goofy smile appears before her when she locks the locker shut, leaning against the line of doors with soft hair falling over brown eyes.

“Seunghoon.”

Every time his name leaves her lips, Seunghoon swears he can almost taste how sweet it sounds and for a moment he forgets what he was about to say next. It’s been only a few months since he mustered the courage to ask her out, the two of them initially thinking they were way out of each other’s league.

Seunghoon is the walking definition of the school’s pride and joy, and no one seems to love the alma mater more than he does. The Team Captain patch was something he deserves, embroidered next to his initials on the maroon letterman jacket with a symbol of a lion, the school’s famous team mascot.

And she, she’s just too smart to be with someone like him.

“You ready for the game tonight?” She shrugs her heavy backpack over shoulders, swatting his hand away playfully when he reaches out to carry it for her.

Seunghoon frowns making her grin, her fingers slipping in between his and the two of them stand looking at each other as if they’re the only ones there.

“You’re really not coming to see me?” He’s shameless as always, guilt tripping her this way and her face softens apologetically.

“I have that study group, remember?” She lets out a small laugh, brushing her free hand through her hair. Of course he remembers, he’s in the damn group after all, he’s just you know, a little flexible.

“I’ll try to leave early, you know I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She inches up to pinch his cheeks gently, something she’s privileged with because she’s the only one he’d ever allow to do such thing.

“You better.” He jokes with a smile, sliding his hands to cup her cheeks, brushing his thumb across her jaw lovingly. A blush stains her skin as she tucks her chin timidly and he’s absolutely lovestruck, the butterflies in his stomach spurring like crazy.

She didn’t show up halfway through the game, or even towards the end. It throws him off his game a little, the way his mind isn’t completely in it. He’s completely breathless after the last quarter, blinking through the sweat like tears over his eyes as he scours through the crowd for the umpteenth time.

Seunghoon stretches a tight smile over his mouth guard when he spots the 92 on the back of the team’s jacket he knows is his, squeezing along a row of the bleachers. It didn’t take a while for her to notice him, not when he’s throwing his long arms out above his head wildly, shaping them into a full body heart.

Seunghoon jogs up near the audience, his hair drenched in sweat when he peels off his helmet, shooting her a mouth guard grin as the team disperse.  

“Look at your string bean.” A friend she dragged along mutters under her breath, leaving her to cough out a laugh at the second hand embarrassment he’s bruising her with.

Nothing beats what he does next and she’s left drowning further into his jacket, convinced that he’s got his brain in his padded knees. Seunghoon snatches the megaphone from the cheerleading squad nearby, his high pitched yell amplified across what seemed like the entire goddamn field as he bellows into the device.

“Hey, number ninety-two!”

Her eyes fly open in half panic, half confusion, pretending not to see the dozen of faces that turn around to glue their focus on her.

“Yes, you. Hi, beautiful.”

Seunghoon gladly ignores the protest in her wide eyes, enjoying this a little too much and she feels the heat flushing her face.

“I love you!”

She’s left in a dizzying state of bewilderment, the roaring claps from fellow students suddenly muted over the sound of her rapid pulse and all she can focus on him, just him.


anonymous asked:

Shameless inspo for establish Sarumi where they move back in together. Misaki starts showing the highs of manic depression & Saru somehow finds out Misaki quit his job but wonders where he goes when he says he's going to work so he follows him. He finds Misaki at a gay strip joint lap dancing on some guy & giving him hand so Saru is like what? Yata acts all casual about it like it pays more who cares. Then when they get home Yata shows the lows & refuses to get out of bed. How would Saru deal?

I can see this being something difficult for Fushimi to deal with at least initially just because he’s not exactly well-equipped to handle other people’s mental issues when he can barely handle his own, like depending on Fushimi’s own feelings at the time if Yata hit a depressive low I could see Fushimi ending up lying there in bed with him and neither one quite has the will to get up. I think he’d be able to tell that something’s off about Yata though, like maybe Yata’s on one of his highs and it’s making him extra energetic to the point of recklessness. He’s rarely at home, always needing to keep moving and he’s always excitedly trying to drag a tired and cranky Fushimi out places. Fushimi assumes that Yata’s late nights are due to his part time job but then he finds out from one of the Homra guys that Yata quit and that makes Fushimi even more concerned, he knows that Yata was enjoying his current job and it seems weird that Yata would leave it without telling Fushimi. Maybe this has been going on for a while though, like Yata’s string of part time jobs wasn’t because he couldn’t hold one down or anything, it was because he hits manic periods where just going to work regularly is too difficult for him, he’s always wanting to go out and do more or he causes issues and gets fired. Fushimi confronts Yata about it and Yata just blows him off like don’t worry so much geez you’re not my mom. Yata runs off and Fushimi decides to follow him, which is when he discovers Yata’s current strip joint job. Say that’s the place Yata tends to end up when he’s at his wit’s end, like during the manic periods when he’s constantly getting fired he can work out his energy there and he’s not even embarrassed about it, just on such a high that he doesn’t care who he’s dancing with or what he’s doing. Being caught there by Fushimi doesn’t faze him at all, in fact Yata’s about ready to give Fushimi a lap dance before Fushimi drags him away.

Then the next day Fushimi’s expecting to have to deal with this unfamiliar manic Yata but instead he finds Yata’s hit a low period and won’t leave his bed, totally mortified about what Fushimi saw him doing and about losing yet another job and Fushimi doesn’t know how to handle this because he’s not even really sure why Yata went from one extreme to another. I think Fushimi would know enough to suspect manic depression though and maybe he and Yata have a talk about it, Fushimi wondering if Yata’s ever sought treatment or if he has some kind of meds Fushimi can get for him, Yata’s like why the hell would I go to treatment just because I feel shitty. I think Fushimi would get annoyed at him for that but then Yata gets irritated at him in turn, like you’re the last person who gets to tell me about needing therapy or medicine for mental issues. I feel like Fushimi would feel a bit helpless about the whole thing, part of him wants to be able to support Yata now the way Yata’s been supporting Fushimi through his rough mental patches but Fushimi himself has no idea how to do that, like he’s wracking his brain for what Yata does during Fushimi’s low periods and maybe he even ends up making Yata something to eat and then sitting with him in bed and being all awkwardly gentle about things. Fushimi thinks he’s probably fucking things up entirely but it does end up helping Yata, Yata can tell that Fushimi’s really trying and he can’t help but feel a bit touched, like he knows how out of his element Saruhiko is here but Fushimi’s still trying and it does actually make Yata feel less awful, like he has someone in his corner now even during the highs and lows of his mood and that makes him feel more like he can get through this.

A Name In the Wind (4/?)

Hey guys, thanks for all of the comments, reblogs and messages about this fic. I’m super glad you like it! Anyway, here’s the next chapter, I hope you enjoy!

When Chika woke up the first thing she noticed was the now familiar room she was in. It seemed almost as normal to wake up there as it was to wake up in her own body, in her own room. Turning her head, she caught a hint of Honoka’s scent on the pillow, of the fruity shampoo she liked to use.

She would never smell that for real, not in a way that mattered. She would never be able to talk to Honoka even though she already felt so close to her. Her eyes prickled with tears and she turned over, burying her face into Honoka’s pillow. It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. It smelled like her, even stronger than before.

She wasn’t sure how long passed as she lay there, quietly crying. She heard the door crack open at one point but she ignored it. In the back of her mind she knew it didn’t matter who was there. It was the weekend. All she had to worry about was practice. Which she was certain she was already late for.

A short while later, when her throat had become sore and the pillow was damp with tears, the door opened again.

“Talk to her, please!” Yukiho’s voice pleaded. “She’s crying and she won’t stop and it’s freaking me out! I don’t know what to do.”

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Just Like Tales II - Vampire!AU

Baekhyun fanfic - Vampire!AU

Chapters: (1) / (2) / (3) / (4)*

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Waking up the next day you feel this immense pain through your whole body, and a slight headache. Strange, you call it. You can’t remember doing something that could make you feel like you ran a marathon. The last thing you remember is.. being at Baekhyun’s house and now you are suddenly back in your own room.

And even more peculiar is when you decided to make yourself presentable for the day… you meet something strange in the mirror.

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rotten luck and testing patience

Yuri can’t believe his rotten luck; to be in China for a Grand Prix with this embarrassing couple cheering on him, wearing cat ears and signs saying Yurio and every variation of good luck.

Moreover, there’s also that guy again; whose blood would stain the ice later on and it would smell like Maple Syrup.

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Chapter 2

Yuri slumps on his chair, ignoring the cameras and everyone around him. He messes up. He didn’t land the quadruple salchow and triple toe loop combination. Yes, it’s ambitious of him to do the jumps in second half of the program and he shouldn’t have feeling so down because he gets a pretty good score; but it does bother him. This short program, The Sound of Roaring Tiger, feels very personal to him. He wants to convey the strength and gracefulness of a tiger, wants to show people how amazing their beautiful form on ice; instead, he showed how clumsy the tiger is by missing a chance to catch their prey.

“Yurochka,” Yakov pats his back as they step out of the Kiss and Cry. “You did great today.”

Stiffly, he nods. Of course Yakov would say that; Yakov is his coach and objectively, Yuri knows that he did well in the short program. Still…

Yakov sighs. “I guess I should say good luck,” his grasp on Yuri’s shoulder tightens briefly before he lets go.

Perplexed, he raises an eyebrow and about to ask what his coach means when something grabs his body, “Yurio!!!” The something yells.

Yuri screams, he is suspended on the air by hands on his waist—hands belonged to none other than Victor Nikiforov—as the man swings him around. Yuri’s vision turns blurry from the motion, he’s getting dizzy and the churning on his stomach intensifies he’s going to puke—

“Victor! Stop it, Yurio’s going to be sick if you do that!” A voice protests.

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Sam Wilson’s Accidental Superhero Club

This is sort of a fairly lengthy headcanon that I’ve had for a while but started writing down when people were headcanoning Sam as becoming sort of a therapist for the rest of the Avengers team, or becoming a self-erasing support for Steve or Bucky, where the stories ignore Sam’s own identity and history and use him as a stepping stone in other people’s character arcs or development.  I think people have talked a lot about the problems with that scenario, very intelligently and rightly. 

But for me, I also really want to explore Sam’s personal urge to help people– and to help people in a different way than through superheroics.  He still loves talking to people, reaching out to people, and I think, for Sam, helping other people feel like they’re not alone helps HIM feel like he’s not alone.  I don’t think he’d give that up now that he’s an Avenger– but I do think the way it would manifest itself wouldn’t necessarily involve the Avengers.  In fact, I think one of the great things about Sam is that he’s probably one of the few people on that team– maybe him and Rhodey– who have a good sense of how to balance work and their regular lives, and have a regular life, doing what they want, outside of the Avengers.  And I feel like, when it comes to doing what he wants, for Sam, it would still involve helping people. Just not in the way all these headcanons have suggested.  And in a way that’s about Sam and who I think he is at his core, in the MCU. 

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y’know i’ve been thinking a lot about naked vex (i mean, i do anyway in general) and why a lot of people have an issue with it, saying that she was being pushy about the whole thing and trying to force a thing to happen, and i get that, i truly do, i see why it’s an issue (esp with the non-shippers), it’s also what i felt for a long time (and sometimes even to this day) with vax just randomly, spontaneously, SUDDENLY spooning keyleth in ep61 (marisha allowed it which is fine but still, as much as i ship vaxleth like the multi-shipper fuck that i am and as much as i appreciate and enjoy vax, that could’ve been “hey keyleth, mind if i stay here with you and spoon a bit with you” instead of “i go back to sleep and spoon keyleth” like okay does keyleth know you’re doing it tho).

but with this whole naked-vex-at-the-door thing (and i haven’t finished watching this week’s Talks Machina so idk if this is the entire truth of it), we don’t know that a) “we might die after tomorrow, let’s at least get a tumble in” wasn’t part of why percy went there, b) that they immediately jumped each other’s bones once the door slammed shut, and c) we don’t know that vex didn’t say “it’s not too late to leave” or “we don’t have to do anything, the offer is just on the table.” 

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morbidsilent  asked:

Hey Would you consider writing a piece where smth happened that triggered jelly&insecure mick?Mick would look at Ian and got self concious cause ian's to good to be true. It'd be perfect if you could close it with some sweet body worship♡ thank you

For Day 3 of Gallavich week- Jealousy

PRINCE CHARMINGS AREN’T ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM

It’s  late on a Saturday night or maybe by now it’s technically  early Sunday morning at the club and Mickey is drunk off his ass. His drink orders are in the double digits as he watches Ian back on the last part of his shift. 

A guy approaches Ian, he’s the same guy Mickey’s been keeping his eye on since he walked in. He was hanging around and talking to Ian before Ian’s break which is the main cause of Mickey’s high number of alcoholic beverages.

The man was gorgeous. Ian was the only man Mickey looked at but damn this man certainly wasn’t ugly. Mickey seeing the man, who looked to be in his early to mid 20’s, all over Ian sparked a pain of jealousy in Mickey he wasn’t used to.

With the other older men it was a get your perverted hands of him because they could pretty much be Ian’s grandpa and the thought of them fucking was just disgusting. But this dude…. this dude was young, and hot, and fuck could he get Ian. And Mickey was beyond jealous, especially looking at the way Ian reacted to the guy with his fucking big ass smiles and batting eye lashes. Fuck the guy even made Ian laugh, that was Mickey’s job. He reflected his bitterness and inability to ever be that charming even to the fucking man he lov-… had feelings for. He stares into his almost empty drink as he sees red hair move closer to him out of the corner of his eye. 

Ian laughs as he yells behind him that he’d be back on the stage in a minute. 

“The usual?” he asks the bartender. 

“Havin’ fun?” Mickey asks, still staring at his glass.

“It’s work,” Ian said matter of factly. 

“Doesn’t look like it." 

Ian shakes his head smiling. 

"Looks like you and Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome are having a great time.” Mickey slurs. 

Ian laughs, “What? Mickey how many of those have you had?” 

“ I dunno." 

Ian focuses on Mickey as he’s handed a drink. “Mick, you think I want to leave with that guy?”

"Well don’t you?”

“Wha-… No.” Ian says amused that Mickey could possibly think that. 

Mickey looks up at Ian, raising his brow. Ian’s face turns more serious. 

“Mickey, you’re the only one I want to leave with,” Ian says, touching Mickey’s shoulder in an attempt to reassure him. He then laughs.  "Jesus Christ,“ he says not understanding why Mickey was so jealous. 

Ian takes a swig of his drink and places it next to Mickey. “I’m off in an hour. Try not to drink anymore I don’t want to carry your ass all the way home.” 

Mickey rolls his eyes and as soon as Ian leaves orders another drink for himself. 

Mickey continues to watch the man and Ian. The man orders a few dances from Ian. In the once one hour that was now extended to two hours, the man got 4 dances from Ian. 

The club is almost empty and Mickey waits at the bar for Ian to finish changing.

Soon he feels Ian’s hands on the back of his neck, ‘Ready to go?” 

Mickey nods and gets off the stool, steadying himself against the bar for a second. 

"Want me to get you a cane, grandpa?” Ian grins.

“Shuttup I had… I had a lot.” Mickey slurs.

“Yeah. I can see that." 

The man walks by them giving a nod to Ian, who smiles politely as the man leaves. 

Ian and Mickey start to make their way to the exit once Ian is confident Mickey won’t fall over in the process. 

"You should’ve gone after him.” Mickey says rubbing at his face once they exit and start walking.

Ian laughs again thinking Mickey was trying to be funny. 

“ ‘m seriouss,” Mickey almost moans sadly. 

“What is with you tonight, Mick?”

Mickey shrugs.

“What makes you think I’d ever want to leave with that guy?”

“Dunno. He’s nice looking." 

"Lots of people are nice looking.”

“Charming as shit it seems.”

Ian shakes his head thinking Mickey is just being ridiculous. 

“ ‘nd he’s…fucking tall.”

Ahhh there it is. Ian turns to Mickey, making the brunette face him. 

“You deserve a tall beautiful man.” Mickey lets out, barely able to keep his eyes to focus on Ian. 

Ian smiles sympathetically. “But I only want a short beautiful man.” He says smiling genuinely. 

“Fuck off, man. I’m hardly that.”

“Short?”

“Beut-…good looking.”

Ian looks at Mickey, hurt that Mickey had been giving such a negative outlook of himself…in pretty much every regard including but not limited to his outward appearance. He had always thought Mickey was aware he was hot shit. I mean does he not see the tons of stares he gets every time he walks into the club. Probably not, he was there to watch Ian but still. 

“ M’ not charming neither." 

"Eh Prince Charmings aren’t really my type.” Mickey smiles a little. “You have a certain charm to you.”

Mickey scoffs, “Sure.” Mickey starts to sway and grabs on to Ian for support. 

“Let’s stop for a sec.” Ian says. Mickey agrees and sits down on the sidewalk, back leaning on the wall. Ian stays standing, drawing his pack of cigarettes from his jean pocket, he had gone back to smoking a few weeks ago. 

Ian sees the man again and tries to avoid his gaze but the man notices him. He walks over.

“Hey, Curtis.” He says. not paying any attention to Mickey’s presence on the ground. 

 ”Hey. Rick, right?”

“Uh. David, actually.” The man corrects him.

“Oh right, right. Sorry. Lots of people to keep track of.”

The guy laughs, “Yeah I bet.” He stares down at Mickey briefly. “So you uhh…think about my offer from before?” he asks.

Ian shakes his head, still trying to keep the polite smile. “I told you. I can’t.” 

The man apparently still takes this as a “challenge”. 

“Oh come on,” He leans over Ian, whispering in his ear, “I’ll show you a good time.” The man grabs Ian’s bicep. 

Ian nicely takes the man’s hand off his arm and hands it back to him. “Nah thanks” 

Mickey wasn’t paying much attention, holding his head in his hands to stop the now apparent ringing and the start of a nice migraine.

The man still smiling wraps his arm around Ian and grabs his ass. 

“The fuck!” Ian yells, causing Mickey to look up at the sudden change in the tone of Ian’s voice. 

“Whatt?” the guy says flirtatiously.

“Get your fucking hand off my ass.” Ian says sternly. 

“Oh come on, baby” The man squeezes Ian’s flesh and by now Ian’s had enough. He reaches his hand back and punches the guy square in the face, sending his body back onto the concrete. The man grabs his face, blood pouring into his hand.

“Fuck!” He yells. 

Ian leans over him. “There…maybe now you will learn when someone tells you to stop fucking stop.” The guy starts to get up and Ian kicks him. “Now get the fuck out of here.” 

The man runs off far away from Ian and Mickey. 

“Shit, Ian.” Mickey says getting up, pulling on Ian for help.. “You fucking punched out Prince Charming." 

Ian laughs bitterly. 

"He was hardly that.. Kept touching me and trying to get into my pants all night despite me telling him ‘no’ ”

“Why didn’t you say anything?" 

"It’s business, Mick. All part of the job.”

“Man, you need to get another fucking job.”

“Yeah I know.” He puts his arm around Mickey. “Now lets get you home and you can be sleeping beauty all day tomorrow.”

“You gonna continue using that …b word when you talk about me?”

‘Until you believe it.” Ian says determined.

Mickey smiles, “You can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.”

Ian laughs loudly. Mickey tells him to shut up “he didn’t mean it like that” causing Ian to laugh more as they make their way home.

There are certain shows that I fear, because I know that I’m going to disappear into some sort of dark vortex of blurry eyes, sleeplessness and emotional twitchiness whenever I get around to watching them.

The Line

The moment you know you’ve made a mistake is when there’s a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, and you suddenly feel the need to get extremely defensive, even if you’re not sure why.

That happened earlier today when I made a tweet, which has since been deleted. The gist is that I pointed people towards what my reporting suggested was the creator of the rather shameless 2048 app on iOS and Android.

The tweet raised the idea of potential harassment by loyal followers of mine in a way that I’ve long since advocated against. A random person who made that tweet does not have to worry about it, but a random person with nearly 53,000 followers has to think long and hard about a tweet like that.

It is often easy to forget you have that kind of megaphone.

The tweet came about because of a discussion on our morning show, in which Alex and I broke down some reflections on the Threes story from earlier this week. I mentioned how much time I’d spent trying to track down this particular designer: Facebook, Twitter, email, phone. I tried everything, and nothing ever came back. It frustrated the hell out of me, and it’s not like I could jump on a flight and knock on his door. But I’d done my due diligence.

Still, it bothered me that I didn’t hear from him. I wanted his side of the story in my piece. It would have made it a better article, and would have rounded out my desire to hear from all sides of this complicated issue.

It kept clawing away at me. But I wrote my story, and that should have been it. If anyone wanted to get up in arms, the evidence was presented to them in the story for them to make their argument. I didn’t need to encourage a little army to do it for me. What this designer did was (in my eyes) unethical but not illegal. I really didn’t need to be banging down the digital door to better make my point. I’d done that with a story that’s been read by more than nearly 50,000 people. A journalist presents his evidence and leaves.

This is all the more important because it’s about Threes, a game that was developed in the same office that I sometimes find myself in. (The game was done when I started working out of there.) Of course, working in that office means I’m never going to write a review of Threes, Samurai Gunn, or anything else that’s produced out of that office. I had no desire to write about Threes, since it seemed like plenty of people were doing that already. But when I realized I could talk to some of the faces behind the “clones,” when I realized the designer was sitting next to me and we could have a long chat about his game, it seemed like a story worth pursuing, even if I’d have to try even harder to make sure my story came across as truth seeking.

The article pulls that off, I think. But the tweet doesn’t–it sounds like someone bitter trying to take advantage of an army.

I’m not just a journalist. Sometimes I’m an advocate. In this case, though, I was trying to be a journalist, and the size of my audience, the tone of my tweet, crossed that line. That’s going to happen, and it probably won’t be the last time. I realize that, and that’s why my stomach felt weird. You tend to feel that way when you make a mistake, since owning up to a mistake is hard. I try to make sure I’m always doing that. Though it can sometimes feel like people have it out for you, sometimes they have a point, too.

I try to listen. Even when we disagree, I always try to listen.

Enjoy your weekend everyone. See you at PAX East.

foreshadowing

summary: 24. forget high school students AU i want a high school teachers AU + 38. Teacher au where all their students ship it. send me a prompt from this list. requested by an Anonymous, and imhookedonadarkswan.

word count: ~ 1,800

rating: o - s for oblivious, stubborn emma swan, the english teacher

a/n: i know you requested this separately, but the anon made a suggestion to do both together, so i did!


He is insufferable, the damn prick.

Killian Jones is the Gym teacher at Storybrooke Highschool in Portland. Emma Swan is the popular English teacher.

It’s not that she hates him for who he is, she hates being around him because of how he acts (there is a difference), and most of the time, he’s sweaty and disgusting (though she sees him work out all the time and teach the teens). There’s a good bit of students in her English classes that always walk in tired but also somewhat energetic because he teaches a period of Gym right before her.

And sometimes with that spare period of his, he drops by her class and waves, winking at her before leaving.

It’s so dumb and ridiculous of him that he spends his time flirting with her or pissing her off, it’s like she’s his target at archery practice or something. (But to be honest, he’s hitting that bulls eye pretty accurately.)

She’s sure his mission is to simply screw with her when he gets the chance. He does, actually, during lunch or after school when all classes have been dismissed and most students have left. In fact, he comes to visit her after all classes are over, students hurriedly exiting her classroom, leaving her wiping off the whiteboard, him wanting to keep her company, or whatever the hell that means.

Emma is observant, she notices the looks that students exchange between her and Killian, but their relationship is strictly professionally with some joking around time to time, it’s never been more than the fact they’re co-workers.

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anonymous asked:

Although jealous Gail is one of my favorite tropes, and I know that one of the key things about Holly is that she doesn't do drama, I really want to read a jealous Holly fic. Kinda like, Gail, who does do drama and how amirite :) deliberately trying stuff just to see what would make Holly jealous. Grand gestures - flirting with others, or making insinuations etc - doesn't do it but something fairly innocuous - like off-handedly calling someone else a 'nerd' - and hello, green eyes :)

Hi Friend!  This prompt took me a bit of time to get right.  I hope you like it.

Enjoy!

Gail was as blunt as they came; whatever she was thinking she was saying, often times with amazing clarity and even if it came with enough bite to require anti-venom.  Her girlfriend, however, was as diplomatic as they came.  Holly didn’t like to cause confrontation unless it was necessary, preferring to use her words or let things slide. 

Except when it came to her blonde, cop girlfriend.    

Holly tried her best not to let her jealousy rear its ugly head, but she was incredibly territorial when it came to the people she loved and how others treated them.  Holly’s moments of jealousy didn’t bother the blonde.  There was nothing that turned Gail on more than a growling Holly trying hard to curb her jealousy, but falling short and instead aggressively claiming the blonde as her own.  The sex was always fantastic afterward.

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anonymous asked:

I know a lot of people are upset that Mickey was having sex with a woman in 5x12, but upon reflection, it makes sense for his character. I think the primary reason he would do that is that it's what he used to do Before Ian, and at that moment - as when he was drinking heavily in earlier episodes - he wanted to sort of forget he ever got involved with Ian. However, he finds that he is unable to return to who he was Before Ian, which also then explains his head butt of Ian's picture.

That’s a good analysis and it does make sense. It also explains why later he couldn’t deny it anymore and went to a male prostitute.

However, what a lot of people were mad about, and I’m including myself here, is that Mickey was so fast to try and forget Ian, when, for all he knew, Ian could come back soon (which actually happened). I understand that Mickey thought Ian had left him again, but he seemed all too eager to jump ship.

Even worse, was the fact that Mickey’s sex scene with a random girl who got one line and no name was very explicit, while Ian and Mickey’s sex (or make out) scenes were non-existent or cut short. We got naked wrestling in bed, a blanket moving with a young child watching and a bloody kiss while they took their coats off.  Had we gotten more explicit scenes between Ian and Mickey, that scene would have tasted a lot less bitter (though I’d still think it was slightly OOC).

With the way things happened, it’s no wonder people are calling the writers homophobic. I don’t know if that’s the case, but somebody clearly seems less inclined to show sex scenes and/or intimacy between gays than they do with straights on this show. Now, we know they have shown it before (although every time they were interrupted), and that there was a sex scene cut from 5x03 that had even already been filmed. So it doesn’t seem at all that the actors are against this, and it doesn’t seem the writers are either, or at least not all of them. But someone, or someones, writers, producers, executives from Showtime, someone is clearly vetoing the gay sex scenes (unless they alter completely the story and cannot be cut) - it makes no sense, considering the other shows that air and have aired on Showtime, but it’s easy to see there is a difference of treatment. And that is why a lot of people were complaining. And before someone says we’re crazy horny girls who only want to see boys fucking, all we ask for is equal treatment. And even if we were, so what?

Here’s what they could have done that would have helped:

- shown the sex scene cut from 5x03;

- have Ian and Mickey kiss after they wrestled, Ian slowly kissing down Mickey’s neck and chest and disappearing under the covers;

- shown them being more intimate while Ian was ok, during the first episodes of season 5;

- shown Ian’s hypersexualization by having him demand too much from Mickey, at bad times/places, instead of receiving handjobs and blowjobs from  random strangers;

- shown them being intimate without Liam sitting right next to them;

- shown them making out more and actually having sex on the baseball field - or at least taking out more items of clothing (preferably without the fight and all the blood before).

So, you see, while I agree your explanation was good and you rationalized it well, it doesn’t make me less angry with that scene, because it was not only the scene itself, it was everything else they did not show instead.

nevertrustawildfox  asked:

in addition to what i've already mailed you: "sorry i'm an art student and i don't have any friends who would model for me so are you into nude modeling" au

This is quite rushed but I wanted to get it posted today because I know you’ve had a crappy week. I hope this can cheer you up some.

Rating: G
Tags: alive Laura, human, artist Derek

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It’s not that Derek doesn’t have any friends because he does. He has his sisters, Laura and Cora – and okay, maybe sisters don’t count as friends, they’re obliged to like him and hang out with him and make fun of him – and Erica, Boyd and Isaac. But drawing his sisters or his best friends nude would just feel weird. He doesn’t have problems drawing nude people – he’s an artist and he’s drawn countless nude people in class – but he’s quite sure that his sisters and friends would make the experience very uncomfortable. Also, he doesn’t want to see his sisters naked. What if they have piercings in weird places? (Though he’s quite sure he would have heard of that because neither of them seems to know the concept of privacy.) What if they have are shaved there?

He really doesn’t want to see them naked.

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