let's play a game it's called: how lame can i be

anonymous asked:

Yo could you share some of your headcanons for the deh kiddos :O ?! I'm really curious!!

*cracks knuckles* HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT (these are generally feel-good and going off of a Connor Lived And Everything Gets Better AU set of ten [+ one extra] headcanons for the kids where they’re all friends)

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Homestuck Amusement Park Headcanons

Suggested by: @asnailinthighhighs

John: warily eyes the pastry booths bc he still has a deep mistrust for baked goods thanks to the Betty Crocker incident aka literally the apocalypse. Plays a (rigged) wack-a-mole game and gets frustrated when he keeps losing. Terezi makes fun of him so he whips out the hammer of zillyhoo and ah, crushes the game, so to speak. His prize is a giant bunny. He puts it back in the box.

Jade: sees one of those rodeo electronic bull things and goes oh that looks fun! Everyone is like uhhh Jade that can get pretty wild are u sure?? Karkat bets Jade that she won’t last 5 mins, oh really Karkat? 5 minutes? She sits on that bucking bronco for an entire hour making uncomfortable and spite fueled eye contact with Karkat the entire time. She only gets off because there’s a line.

Dave: wants to go on all the big rides and drags Karkat along despite Karkat complaining very loudly the entire time. Sorry Karkles, you scared of heights? You a scaredy Kat? A scaredy Karkat? Fuck you Dave, I’m fine! Dave drags him on the biggest rollercoaster in the entire park, they get off and Karkat says wow that was actually pretty fun! Dave’s hair is a mess, he looks inches from perma-death, that was horrible oh god. Not a word, Rose, he says. She and Kanaya are definitely not snickering behind their hands.

Rose: makes a goddamn beeline with Kanaya in tow to the haunted house ride because fuck yes she wants to see some creepy ass shit. If y'all have ever been in an amusement park haunted house, you know how vastly disappointed she was by the lame jump-scares and cheap monsters. Kanaya made it up to her by taking her to the Tunnel O’ Love™ and Rose was significantly cheered up.

Kanaya: isn’t a huge fan of non-blood food but v intrigued by all the fried stuff. Why Is It Fried? Does It Add Flavor? Not really, Rose tells her, it’s mostly just another way humanity likes to push itself closer and closer to its own imminent demise. Only now they’ve roped the trolls and carapacians into it. Oh, Kanaya says. She tries a fried Twinkie and sucks the filling out w her sick rainbow drinker/ vampire skills. Delicious. A single tear trails down Rose’s cheek. I have never been more in love w you.

Terezi: that scene with Toph and the scam artists in ATLA? Basically picture that. It’s one of those rubber duck games where they’re all floating in the pool and at the bottom of them is a different color and that’s how big a prize you get, thing is, Terezi can smell what’s on the bottom. She wins Vriska all the prizes and the dude running the booth is sweating and has to write her an IOU that John won’t let Terezi cash in on because that’s cheating and that’s wrong!

Jane: goes around with Jade and Roxy and Callie critiquing the food booths on their baking skills. She absolutely loathes that everything is fried bc it’s a cheap tactic to make weak bakers stronger! She tries a funnel cake and immediately changes her mind. CrockerCorp releases its own line of fried food that fall. Roxy calls her a sellout but eats it all anyways bc it’s just That Good.

Jake: finds one of those carnival shooter games and one of the big stuffed animal prizes is a gigantic rainbow dash my little pony and,,,he sees Dirk eyeing it. He doesn’t say anything, but Jake Knows. He tells Dirk he has to run off to the “little lads” room for a second, but he goes back to the shooting game, crushes the fuck out of those targets with the wimpy water gun, and presents Dirk with this oversized goddamn pony. It is touching and romantic for everyone involved.

Dirk: tries to show off to Jake by doing that strength test where u slam the hammer down and try to ring the bell at the top, he makes it about half the way up and he’s like fuck yeah that’s pretty fuckin’ good. Jake goes wow golly that’s impressive! Mind if I give it the old college try? Dirk is like pffft go for it, still flexin his muscles trynna show off and shit. Jake casually slams it down and rings the goddamn bell so hard it almost flies off the top. Dirk just stands there with his eyes v wide behind his shades while Jake is like gosh! Must have been buggered, huh?

Roxy: goes on every single ride she is living for today y'all, Callie is too short for most of the rides but Roxy promises to dab at the top of every coaster so Callie can spot her from where she’s watching down below. They share an ice cream sundae and Roxy gives Callie the cherry on top bc it’s “a cherry for a cherub!”

Sollux: idk about amusement parks near y'all but I live right by cedar point and there’s a coaster called Gemini so uhhh he and Aradia just do that. All day. Sollux rides this rollercoaster 53 times, turns to Aradia, says “what if bees had yaoi hands would that be fucked up or what” then passes out for a week.

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🌷📚🐝

Sunlight lights the freckles on Dean Winchester’s nose. They always get more obvious in spring, and Castiel loves it. He likes the little brown sprinkles covering Dean’s nose and cheeks, going perfect with the bright green of his eyes. Dean doesn’t see him staring, he’s focusing on his homework.

Castiel, who is normally the one to be concentrated, keeps looking at Dean next to him. It was a perfect day to sit outside, so they decided to get their boring work out and lay on the grass in Castiel’s garden.

It smells like spring; flowers and warm sunlight, just warm enough so they don’t have to wear jackets. Dean’s barefoot, his toes playing with the soft grass. Cas smiles when he sees it, then quickly returns to his work.

“They think we can like… stop time or something,” Dean complains and nods at the pile of books with him. “How are we going to finish this in one weekend?”

“We don’t,” Cas huffs. “And then we fail all our classes, get kicked out of school and go live out on the street.”
Dean’s laugh is as bright as the sun that’s currently creating speckles of light peaking through the leaves of the trees.

“Oh man, y’know what?” Dean softly pokes Cas’ bare arm. “As long as we’re homeless together, I’m cool.”

Cas smiles and quickly turns to his work so Dean doesn’t see him blush.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

They work for a while, exchanging questions and answers as time passed.

“Ugh,” Dean groans and rolls on his back, leaving his work next to him. “I’m dead.”

“Condolences.” Cas says and smiles as well when he hears Dean’s happy laughter. He puts his pen down again, too. He lays on his stomach and starts picking daisies, carefully, and begins to thread them together.

“Whatcha doin’, Chuckles?” Dean asks. He’s closed his eyes and lets the sun warm his skin.

“Surprise.” Cas smiles.

“If you’re trying to feed a bee again, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Bees are very important creatures, Dean, and I wasn’t feeding it.” Castiel continues his thread of flowers, making it longer until he can create a crown.

“You were guiding it to the biggest flowers. I call that feeding.”

Cas finished of the crown and shifted over to Dean.

“Don’t move.” He gently places the crown on Dean’s hair. “There.”
Dean opens his eyes, smiles when he sees Cas above him.
Cas moves away so Dean can sit up, gently feeling his hair.

“You made me a flower crown?” He asks with surprise. “Dork.”

“It looks great on you, Dean. Very natural.” Castiel says half-joking, half serious.

Dean looks like a fairy, or one of those aesthetic models.

“Yeah, y’know what’s very natural too? Walking around naked with a leaf hiding your dick.”

“Would go great with that crown.” Cas laughs, rolling on his back. Dean chuckles and flops down next to him.

“Oh, you know you wanna see that.” He turns his head and gives Cas a lopsided grin. He grins back.
“Totally. I’ll make sure to take pictures, for later blackmailing.”

Dean playfully pushes against his arm and smiles, turning his face back to the sun.

They lay together in the grass, happily ignoring the books and essays unfinished at their side.
“Cas- have you ever stolen something?”

They always play this game. One of them asks a ‘have you ever’ question, the other answers, then asks a question. The only rule: be honest. It sounds like a lame thing, but it has been helpful to both of them during difficult times, cheering them up.

“No,” Cas says after thinking. “Well… maybe a pen, at school- but never intentional.” He thinks. “Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?”

He could see Dean smile from the corner of his eyes.
“Well- Miss Talbot was pretty hot, but I didn’t have a crush.”

Castiel remembers the teacher they had last year, that got all the guys in awe- except for Cas, who had always been more interested in the handsome science teacher’s biceps.

“Did you ever think about kissing a teacher?”

“Nope,” Cas says proudly, “Did you ever think about… kissing a guy?”

He makes it sound so light, but his throat is closed and itchy.
Dean’s answer takes a while.

“Yeah,” He says softly. “Did you?”

“Yes, plenty.“

Castiel doesn’t know what to ask, but Dean goes first.

“Did you ever think about kissing me?”

When Cas looks to his side, Dean is looking at him. He can’t help but smile because of the flower crown in Dean’s hair and the expecting, nervous look on his sun kissed face.

“Yes.” Cas admits.

“Okay.” Dean seems happy, proud even. “I- uh, kinda thought about that too. Few times.”
He doesn’t look away from Cas, who feels frozen in place. Dean sits up and leans in, a little unsure as he places his hand besides Castiel’s head. “Should we, uh-”

“Yes.” Castiel repeats, but he feels out of breath as Dean’s freckled nose moves closer and Dean lightly bumps it against his.

His lips taste as sweet as the air of spring, filling Cas with colorful butterflies, saturating him with warm happiness. He expectantly leans in and pulls himself closer to Dean, to savor more of those plump lips. Dean’s hand is still next to his head in the grass, his other tracing an invisible line over Cas’ arm.

Castiel’s own hands find a place on his lower back, and Dean smiles against his lips. They pull away. breaths full of each other.

“This okay?” Cas asks, though Dean’s smile says everything.

“Very okay.” Dean hums, already leaning back in.

Castiel now pulls himself up and turns them around, carefully rolling Dean onto his back in the grass and flowers. Dean’s crown is still somehow on his head.

Cas kisses him again and realizes Dean even tastes like nature. Fresh and new and delicate, yet anciently rough and strong. The perfect balance, having Castiel amazed with every new second he kisses and tastes.

He gently takes Dean’s bottom lip before Dean makes a soft sound and takes Cas’ lip in his own, glad to pull him closer, deeper into that feeling they’re so new to.

Maybe spring fever got them both hypnotized, but they forgot about their schoolwork, everything they had to do.
Dean is running his fingers through Castiel’s hair, pulls him close until they’re both completely out of breath. One moment Castiel is on top, testing and trying Dean out, the other moment Dean is hovering over Castiel, careful and hesitant though knowing how to make him surrender.

The spots of sunlight through those leafs create a magical feeling, as if they did stop time and are all alone, with no one else in the world.

Maybe both of them have waited too long for this to end already, maybe they only now realize how much they wanted, they needed this.

It could’ve been hours before Dean softly pulls way one last time, rolling on the grass next to him.

For a moment, he’s quiet, then his fingers reach for Castiel’s.

“I meant it.” He says.

“What?” Cas frowns.

“As long as you’re with me, I wouldn’t mind being homeless.”

Castiel smiles and squeezes Dean’s fingers.
“Even though I agree, I think doing some more homework is a better idea.”
It takes them a little more time to get back to work, but after a while, the books are reopened and they try to focus.
But with their new experiences of each other, the rest of the afternoon isn’t that bad after all.

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Nostalgia Critic Quotes Starters

You know the deal. Feel free to change pronouns, add names to blanks, etc. There is some profanity in this one.

  • “Why do they always want to do it the hard way?”
  • “What can’t we do with an acre of land?”
  • “We’re talking softly because it’ll upset the souffle?”
  • “You know…like your head!”
  • “You think you’re gonna get away from me, but you’re not, because it’s on.”
  • “I’m sorry, but who thought this would be an exciting idea?”
  • “This is even more exciting than that time I dangled keys in front of my own face!”
  • “DON’T fall to the ground like a bloody corpse.”
  • “Bad is rad and I’m ballistic!”
  • “Oh, come on, it’s obvious. It’s so incredibly obvious.”
  • “It’s junk food, brightly colored junk food for the mind.”
  • “The orthodox levels on this are most un!”
  • “Ah-ba-ba-ba, don’t tell me the problem, I only want to focus on the solution. I see…a banana. Use a banana.”
  • “We are not on the same level as them! WE ARE HEALTHY!”
  • “This looks like a job for flamboyance!”
  • “Yeah! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before! The opposite of what we saw before!”
  • “Hey! You seem very…two-people-ish!”
  • “Because that’s funny, right? Right? The correct answer is no.”
  • “Punctuation is so wild!”
  • “WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAAAAT?”
  • “Clearly, we are dealing with artistic genius here!”
  • “Please get in this evil device which is in no way an evil device. Joke’s on you; it’s an evil device.”
  • “What do kids normally do? They make tofu or something?”
  • “Stop it! Stop it! Stop trying to sound cool!”
  • “All is lost.”
  • “You’re so gosh darn wonderful.”
  • “I’m sorry, ____. I like your place. It’s a nice looking place.”
  • “I don’t care if it’s innocent and cutesy; it’s a piece of shit.”
  • “But I don’t wanna laugh, I wanna get better.”
  • “If its purpose was to bore the living shit out of us, I agree.”
  • “You have to have one before you can lose it.”
  • “Wait a minute, so you’re saying that if I jump aboard the bandwagon before it even becomes a bandwagon, I can be one of the frontrunners of the bandwagon?”
  • “Redundant much, redundant?”
  • “Was I really just a pawn in your lame-ass little punchline?”
  • “Is this actually a popular thing and I just never noticed?”
  • “My God…it’s full of shit.”
  • “Put traffic cones around that apple juice; that shit is lethal!”
  • “What is this, just another day at the store for you?”
  • “Why are you being so blatant with how evil you are?”
  • “Yeah, you know what’s living? Dying.”
  • “No, wait, that’s not living. That’s…that’s fucking dying.”
  • “I remember it so you don’t have to.”
  • “You’re listening to frogs! It’s all a lie!”
  • “I don’t know, it means I’m angry!”
  • “Gee, does it have something to do with ice?”
  • “I just wanna bring love and joy to the world.”
  • “I haven’t been this shocked since I found out the secret to living a long lasting life…was breathing!”
  • “You know, for kids!”
  • “Start off with something innocent and lighthearted and then smash it down into cruel, cruel reality?”
  • “I hear it’s a dictatorship where people disappear.”
  • “Stay back; I think that’s real ketchup.”
  • “That’s so out of the ordinary, I dare call it wacky.”
  • “Get off my wet banana!”
  • “B-B-B-Bullshit!”
  • “Don’t encourage him. You’ll jiggy-jiggy regret it.”
  • “Maybe you could start by getting out of the fucking bed.”
  • “Well, that’s odd. It’s almost…normal.”
  • “Gee, does THAT…SOUND…FAMILIAR?”
  • “If we’re going through with this, I want to be prepared.”
  • “Fucking bubbles!”
  • “Inspire us! Say something stoic!”
  • “Oh, by the way, we have to mail this to fifty or more people or else we get bad luck.”
  • “I would LOVE to play a game with somebody!”
  • “Fuck yeah, sparkle sparkle sparkle!”
  • “If you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take the occasional break to look at myself in front of the mirror and cry.”
  • “Cause let me tell you, it’s not always easy.”
  • “People may die, but stupidity is forever.”
  • “Stop calling it that!”
  • “So, your argument is…you fucked up, you’re glad you fucked up, and you will continue to fuck up in new and spectacular ways?”
  • “I did not just hear that.”
  • “Time for a game of disappearing brain cells!”
  • “I think he drank the cactus juice or something.”
  • “I thought I had these burned!”
  • “My heart soars every time. The monotone. The absolute lack of any human emotion. The way he doesn’t even refer to her by her name.”
  • “I just remember that it was weird and childish.”
  • “I know that it’s just my opinion, but I’m right.”
  • “I remember it…but I don’t wanna!”
The Happiest of Accidents (Jared Kleinman x Reader SMUT)

More smut (shocking) so I’m combining 4 and 8 on my queue cause 4 was just Fluffy smut? And 8 actually had a plot.

 Requests by: anon Enjoy! 


You know. This was never supposed to happen. You were never supposed to end up naked in someone else’s bed. Especially not if that someone was Jared Kleinman. But things don’t always go how their supposed to, especially not if they’re things happening to you. 


 You didn’t want to do this, dressing up for some stupid cruise dinner, all because your dad had to go for work. He said all you guys had to do was show face, than you could leave and never step foot on a cruise ship again, he lied. You were used to you dad lying by now but it didn’t change the fact that you really hated everything about this night. 

 You were wearing a dress and heels on a cruise ship, that was rocking way too much for your liking. You had to plaster on a fake smile for every single of of your dads colleagues until they stopped greeting you. You had to shake hands and make small talk about the weather or stocks. 

You were the only teenager here who wasn’t dressed like a preppy private school kid, you weren’t wearing pearls or the color salmon, you stuck out like a sore thumb. 

When your family went to sit at their assigned table, number 15. You went to the deck to watch the sunset against the ocean’s horizon. It was a beautiful sight, the sun dipping low onto the waters far edge, creating an ombré of reds and purples and every thing in between. You watched as the colors changed and the sun sank, enjoying the alone time. Until…. “Hey you do realize the Party is inside right?” A voice broke through the white noise of water lapping against the boat’s sides.

 "Really? Oh wow. I hadn’t even noticed. What a pity that I’m not inside, pretending like I give a shit and smiling at every old business guy who claims to know my father,“ you hissed wanting to be left alone. 

 Obviously this jerk-off didn’t notice or care, "What are you doing out here anyway, it’s just a sunset over a giant fish toilet. Or are you some kind of romantic who finds this shit fascinating?" 

 "I’ll have you know sunsets are beautiful, look at all of the colors and the way they melt into each other defying color theory. Look the yellow and blue are definitely touching, but they don’t make green! It’s amazing!" 

 "It’s not amazing! Are you stupid it’s not color theory it’s light theory, or whatever. Those aren’t paints they’re light waves so they won’t react the same. God your dad might be rich but he certainly isn’t sending you to a good school,” he laughed. 

 "I didn’t want to go to a good school, and I don’t care about whatever theory. I just wanted to watch the sunset,“ you growled back. Your father planned on having you swap schools when he got his raise and you refused, you’re too normal for private schooling. 

 He waited a moment and than started talking again, "Okay well than I guess we can watch the sunset,” he said, taking a seat on the bench next to you. You rolled you eyes but he didn’t say another word so you decided to let him stay. He was so quiet and sat so still that your forgot he was there, losing yourself in the setting sun. 

 He on the other hand couldn’t forget about you, he never could. When your father was promoted two years ago, you both found yourselves at a dinner party in celebration. You sat on opposite sides of the ballroom floor, in the large hotel the company rented. You didn’t see him, but he sure as hell had seen you, and once his eyes found your face, they rarely left it. 

There was just something about the way you held yourself, the way you kept you back straight and you head held high. It was strong and proud, but not rude or arrogant, you were there for you father but that didn’t mean you were going to be a brat for being forced to come. 

There was also something about the look on your face, the way your smile was welcoming but your eyes screamed that you wanted to leave. He wanted tried to look away and ignore your presence, but it was like you were the northern end of a magnet and his eyes were the south side.

 He spent the whole night working up the guts to talk to you, and once he did… you had left. After that night he was infatuated by you, and it felt like a blessing when he learned there was a Holiday Galla his family would be attending. 

There was a secret Santa chosen before hand and he had gotten your name. All of the kids and teens were given a room with a dance floor and junk food to hang out in, and at 11:00 would be the secret Santa. He was so excited to give your gift, until he realized you wouldn’t know who it was from.

 At 11 he watched you open the jewelry box and take out the bracelet, it was a bow to match the arrow necklace you always wore 

 He watched your eye light up as you had a friend help you put it on your wrist, they matched beautifully because he had to specially made for you, not that you would ever know. But the smile on your face made it worth the expense. 

As he sat there next to you, he could feel the anxiety running through his veins. He was so nervous that you’d call him a freak and start calling him out on stalking your Instagram and Facebook. He didn’t want to seem nervous so instead he sat as still as possible, he could feel you staring at him, and he could feel the swear accumulating on his palms. He slowly turned his head to look at you, expecting you to be ready to explode. 

But when his gaze landed on you, you were a million worlds away, lost in the sunset. The way the golden light made your skin look was amazing, the look in your eyes was perfect. You were lost in the setting sun and he was lost in you. “What the fuck are you staring at?"  The smile on your face had died, a grimace taking its place,

 "I um, I was, you just looked so, um, I’m sorry,” the words spilled out of his mouth lacking grace and delicacy.

 "I looked so what, ugly, horrific?“ You barked at him, your eyes misting.

 "You looked, beautiful. Like you were the only witness to the most amazing sight one human has ever laid eyes on,” you could see the awe on his face, this boy really meant what he said. 

 "Oh, well. Erm thank you, you’re not to bad yourself,“ you mumbled, blush creeping over your cheeks. 

 "Oh well umm,” he paused for a little too long, “I like your brac- necklace. I really like your necklace,” he stumbled. 

 "Oh thank you, I never got the chance to thank you for this bracelet, I absolutely love it by the way,“ your smile blew him away.

 "Oh you’re, you’re welcome!” He squeaked, just as he was about to ask how you knew he bought it when his phone rang. “No Ev I can’t join the party tonight, huh no I’m at that cruise dinner, I’ll play next time, goodbye Evan,” he sighed and tucked his phone away. 

 "You missin the big summer party?“

 "Huh, oh god no. Do I look like the kid who goes to actual parties. My friends and I. We have a-” his volume dropped drastically, “we have a game night we just peruse Steam and play some video games, it’s kinda lame,” he looked at his feet, embarrassed.

 "What kinda video games?“ 

 "Oh um Overwatch, GTA, Rocket League, that kinda stuff,” he mumbled. 

 "I bet I could beat you at all of those,“ you boasted, you didn’t know him very well be he peaked your interest. 

 "Oh you’re on! If you want we can skip the party after the boat docks and go to my house, and play video games, order take out?” He suddenly seemed happy again. 

 "I’ll take you up on that… IF you buy me take out!“ 

 "Of course, m'lady. I’m the man here!” He bragged. 

 "My dick is probably bigger than yours!“ "Oh well, we an check when we get to my house as well. If you’d like,” he said with a wink


  You told your mom you were going to your friends house, while Jared told his parents he felt sick and needed to go. You both met at his car, he played Starbomb on the way to his house, not bad music. Just different. 

His house was fucking huge, it had giant stone pillars at the entrance of the drive way and lights leading up to the front door. He parked in the giant four car garage and you went inside. The kitchen was big enough to be in a restaurant, the living room had a huge TV with surround sound and a shit load of DVDs. The hallways were covered in art, but not a single family photo, and the dining room was suited for a kingdom. You were in awe, Jared looked uninterested, he’d walked these halls his whole life, and to be honest he found the size of the house unnecessary and annoying. 

He lead you up to his room with a bottle of soda and cups in his hands. His room was small compared to the rest of the house, a futon, a desk with a computer, a large bookshelf, a TV with many gaming consoles around it and some game disks, and a closet. 

 "Take of your jacket and shoes, make yourself at home,“ he said as he took a seat at his desk to remove his dress shoes. You took off your heels and put them with the rest of the shoes by his bedroom door, and you cast his suit jacket you borrowed on to the back of his desk chair. You sat on the futon that was currently a bed, while he turned on the TV and picked a game. 

 "How about we play a friendly game of Mario Kart?" 

 And that’s how it began, what started as a calm game of Mario Kart turned into a very competitive game of Mario Kart.

 What started as sitting a foot apart on a futon became sitting with your sides pressed against the others, in order to shove the other and slide into first. 

What started as a hand on a thigh to distract the boy next to you, became a hand-job through his suit pants. 

What started as a crush and a bracelet became, so. Much. More. He leaned back, giving you the full area of his package. You rubbed slower, moving your body up level with his, and began kissing him. His lips were soft against yours, you moved in unison, said they had met a million times before. His hands slid up your legs, trying to get under the dress you were wearing, but his hands couldn’t get back your hip bones. 

 "What the actual fuck is going on with your clothing?” He asked leaning away from you. 

 "It’s not stretchy. It has a zipper on the back,“ you held back a laugh. 

 "Fuck. This was supposed to be romantic, like I’d slowly take off your dress to reveal your sexy lingerie, than you’d rip open my shirt, buttons flying off sexily, ya know?” He said, a bit too seriously. 

 "Well Jared, my dress won’t come off like that, I’m not wearing sexy lingerie, and you’re shirt won’t be fervently ripped from your muscles,“ you rolled you eyes at his fantasy.

 "Oh but I bet you’d like to see my six pack, if you can find it under all of my rolls,” he boasted, faking confidence. 

 "I like your rolls just fine, I have ones of my own. Together we’re a matching set!“ You tried to make him less uncomfortable in the room with you. He smile and kissed you again, his lips dipping down to your neck, one of his hands stroking your thigh. You pushed him onto his back, straddled his hips and pretended to rip open his shirt.

 "Ha you wish Kleinman, I have other ideas,” you kissed his neck and unbuttoned a single button, you slowly made your way down opening his shirt slowly, leaving hickys in your wake. He watched you do this, trying not to moan too loudly, god he wanted you so bad. You finished with his shirt and unbuttons his dress pants, you sat up and pulled them down his legs. You crawled back up and kissed him passionately, gently removing the shirt from his shoulders and pulling it off as you got off the bed. 

 He had been working on unzipping your dress the whole time and it was low on your back. You reached behind and pulled the zipper all the way down. You pulled it from your shoulders and let it cascade to the wood floor. You attempted to saunter out of the ring it had made but it was to no avail, your foot caught on the bundled fabric and you fell forward, Jared sitting up fast enough to catch you. 

 "Looks like you’re just falling all over me (y/n),“ he whispered pulling you on to him and kissing your neck. His hands finally getting to run down your bare sides. "Also I find your nude brassiere to be the sexiest lingerie,” his hands were all over you, you threw your leg over him and began grinding against his hard shaft. 

His fingers went to woke on your bra clasps, once he had successfully opened them he slid it down your arms and threw its across the room. 

 "Is the drama really necessary?“ You wanted to be able to find that one day. 

"Of fucking course it is (y/n). If I’m going to lose my virginity tonight that it’s going to be dramatic as fuck!” He looked at you appalled, because you had THE NERVE to ask him not to chuck your underwear. 

You were about to yell back when the sensation of his mouth flicking against your nipple cut you off. He took your other breast in his hand and rubbed your other nip with his thumb. He bit down softly on one and you let out a moan, his hips bucked in response. You threw your head back in pleasure, you’d never felt something so good. 

 "Oh god. Jared. Oh fuck,“ you moaned. He let go of your breast and hooked his thumbs on your panties, you shoved him on to the futon and began rubbing your wet cunt over his very excited member threw to layers of underwear. He couldn’t take anymore of your teasing, he pushed you off and ripped your panties down your legs. He spread your thighs and inserted two fingers inside of you, his thumb rubbing your clit roughly, your lower half was quaking at the sudden contact. Moans came out of your mouth like they were flowing from a waterfall. He curled them, hitting your G-Spot just right. 

 "I-Uhhh I thought your were a vigin,” you stated between moans. “I’m a visual learner sweetheart, and I’ve been taking visual lessons from Pornhub since I was 12,” he replied taking his fingers from your core and getting up. He strode to his computer desk opened a drawer and returned to you holding an aluminum package. You snatched it from his hands and read it, "Gotta Catch em’ all" was printed on it with a pokéball. You giggled and he ripped it open, pinching the tip and rolling it down his considerable length. 

“(Y/n) I’ve liked you for so long, and I really hope you’re okay with all of this,” “God Jared please just fuck me, I want you so bad. All of you. Even the rolls,” you smiled at him. He lined himself up and slid into you, moaning as he did so. He felt so good inside of you, he pulled out and thrusted back in slowly, his hips developed a rhythm and yours learned to match, it was slow but it felt so right. His shaft filling you up and hitting you just in the right spot. 

He noticed your right hand touching your clit and pulled it off, sucking your fingers and rubbing you instead. You pulled him down, kissing him as your both built up orgasms, he began speeding up, roughly grabbing your boob, the sensation of him hitting your g-spot, rubbing your clit, and playing with your breast was enough to throw you over the edge. Your walls tightened around him and you came, hard. Moaning his name as it washed over you, his thrusts became sloppier. 

 "Oh god (y/n) you’re so fucking tight. Oh you feel so good. Mmmm fucking heaven,“ he moaned as his orgasm built up. "OH GOD Ummmhhhhhh, ooohhhh my god you’re uhhh amazing, oh yes yes yessss,” he came, his orgasm better than ever, you felt just right against him. He pulled out and kissed you, than he cleaned himself up quickly. He pulled you up to his pillows and held you in his arms. You fell together, a mass of tangled limbs, in his small bed.


  When you woke up two hours later and it was to yelling. 

 "-MY BOSSES DAUGHTER, YOU SKIP A PARTY TO HAVE SEX WITH MY BOSSES DAUGHTER. I HOPE IT WAS FUCKING GOOD CAUSE IF HE FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS YOU'L BE GROUNDED FOR SO LONG YOU WON’T SEE ANOTHER NAKED WOMAN AGAIN!“ Jared’s dad screamed, a vein popping out of his forehead, the skin around it bright red. He stomped out of the room, slamming door, and leaving Jared and you alone.

 "I’m sorry,” you muttered, afraid this was your fault. 

 "Ha I’m not, your dad won’t find out and even if he does you were worth it,“ he smiled wrapping his arms around you. You cuddled together all night, happy to be together. Maybe things weren’t supposed to happen like this, but they went better this way. 

 "Oh I never did ask, how’d you know I got you that bracelet?”


 Requests are closed.

Im Youngmin as your boyfriend

- so turns out he actually takes the same bus as you, and for a while he’s been admiring you
- making sure you have somewhere to sit, even if it means he has to stand for the whole journey
- however, your always too tired to even realise what’s going on
- but its the day of ur job interview and lmao you woke up late!
- and so guess who forgot their bag which contains all their belongings, including ur phone and wallet?
- hahAHAHAHa you…
- ur at the entrance of the bus and of course everyone’s looking at the strange girl who doesn’t have a bus pass but is still trying to get in…
- and all of a sudden someone from behind pays for your bus fare
- your too embarrassed to even look them in the eyes but you still thank them
- what makes it worse is the fact that the bus is extra crowded and you hate standing because you can hardly even reach the handles that dangle down for you to hold on
- “just hold onto me”
- you see an arm held tightly onto the handle and you can feel the other arm wrapped loosely on your waist
- lmao by loosely I mean awkwardly propped on your waist unsure how tight or loose to hold you, as well as unsure where exactly to prop their arm…
- nevertheless you’d rather not embarrass yourself even more by falling over so you start to hold tightly onto him
- can I just say, a wHOLE LOADA STARING
- DIS BOI HAS NO CHILL
- when you finally have enough courage to look them in their eyes you realise they’ve been looking at you this whole time
- BLUSHING!!!!!!
- warning- youngmin likes to smirk… a lot
- you can feel the laughter coming from his chest
- he follows you out the bus and claims he’s going wherever you are
- ‘I’m youngmin by the way, what’s your name?“
- “why do you keep following me?…”
- your so embarrassed and you really don’t want him to see how red you are because of him
- “fine. You caught me, by now I should probably be in my lecture… But before I go, at least let me get your number.”
- how could you say no???
- and before you both know it your pretty much texting non stop and he asks you out on a date
- your first official date is at a PC bang, and yes he was planning to be romantic and teach you to play one of the games called over watch
- but sIKE, you were a frequent PC bang user back in the day of high school and let’s just say, your way better than him
- “but I just wanted this to be romantic and I wanted to teach you, I was planning so much and now you’ve just completely beat me…”
- youngmin whining, with his lips pouted and hair in a hot mess
- before you knew it, you had your lips on his
- fIRST KISS!!!!!
- you could just about reach his lips but after a few seconds youngmin already had his hands wrapped around your waist
- “youngmin… I’m sorry that you sUCK AT OVERWATCH!”
- you try your best to run away but he catches up to you instantly
- and yay, second kiss
- this time he’s confident and in charge, hands placed lightly on your cheeks and yours were tightly around his body
- “wow, you’re an absolute beast on overwatch- it makes me like you even more…”
- confESSION!!!
- its official y'all are bf and gf!!!!!
- changing his relationship status on all social media
- as well as bragging about you a lot
- “yah, woojin! My girlfriend can actually play overwatch aND SHE’S REALLY GOOD, what can your girlfriend do? SiKE I LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND SHE’S REALLY NICE please stop hitting me…”
- smiling youngmin means your most likely smiling as well
- you can’t help but get lost in his eyes when they crinkle as he smiles
- normally silences with youngmin are the kind which are enjoyable, no awkwardness just a sense of understanding
- he walks you home when its dark and at times like this he’s quite protective, youngmin more or less always has his hand around your waist when your walking home
- which your fine with tbh
- but in general you guys trust each other but sometimes you feel that youngmin is way too chill when your around guys, and you’ve realised he doesn’t really care or get jealous
- “do you even like me? It just seems that sometimes you don’t even care when I’m around these strange men!“
- “are you being serious right now? You don’t even understand how crazy I feel when I see you around these guys but I trust you and I don’t want to be that annoying over protective boyfriend… I trust you, y/n and you should know that i only have room in my heart for you.”
- you both apologize to each other and make up
- but what’s a make up witHOUT any make up sex…
- lemme just say, youngmin likes to take charge…
- and by now your neighbours clearly know his name .-.
- but just in case you haven’t realised what I’m hinting at; a whole loada love bites and delicate kisses on your body as well as hardcore exercise
- “yOUNGMIN, look at all the red marks I have on my neck from last night. Do you realise how hard it is for me to cover it up with makeup?!”
- “well you weren’t complaining last night”
- and there it is again, his smirk is now even more prominent and mixed with his perfect bed hair and morning voice…
- well one thing leads to another and your late for work, again…
- cute café dates and surprise the cafés you normally go to are cat cafés!
- rather than being focused on what your talking about he seems busy with stroking a nearby cat but now this gives you a chance to admire him
- “admit it, I look really cool right now”
- hE was right, with his satoori and his jawline and the cat…
- “you’re the lamest person I know”
- “y/n you make my heart flutter whenever you act like this, so cold and cool… Wow- 100% tsundere style, I’m in love”
- youngmin teasing you was something common but he really did mean the last part…
- you rolled your eyes before a laugh finally erupted out
- journeys on the bus together consists of sharing earphones and normally fighting over who gets to pick the music
- “but youngminnnnn, you love me right? And so you’ll love anything I love, and I love jiyoung oppa so let’s listen to some of his music!!!”
- youngmin doesn’t respond and you notice him flinch at mentioning love but try your best to ignore it so you just change the music to your gdragon playlist
- your walking home together and he’s still not responding
- “youngmin, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you talking… Are you just going to continue like this? Really?”
- you try your best aegyo to persuade him to open up but unlike usual, it has failed
- “yah do you know how you make me feel? Whenever I’m with you its like I can’t even feel my heart anymore, what do you want to hear? That you’re right? Because you are, I’m probably talking absolute bullshit right now but I just really like you- no, I love you.”
- you pull his face close to yours
- “me too, I love you”
- there’s a smile on his lips whilst you kiss
- “but seriously, y/n why do you call gdragon ‘oppa’ but not me?”
- “because your lame”
- youngmin also likes to play with your hair
- whilst your waiting in line his hand is around your shoulder and reaching to fiddle with your hair
- one night you’ve decided to try and get him to braid your hair
- at least he tried…
- he also likes whispering in your ear, knowing especially how ticklish you are
- passerby’s would think he’s saying something dirty but in reality its just dumb jokes
- “y/n you no longer have to watch asmr videos, I will be your asmr and im available 24/7”
- “hahaha very funny.”
- sharing clothes! He lowkey leaves his jumpers at your house so you can wear them… But he gets highkey turned on whenever he sees you in his clothes
- youngmin also endulges in couple items, making sure to drag you to buy matching t-shirts as well as matching phone cases
- “look, I sent this picture to my mum and she says we look cute… I would’ve expected her to cringe”
- “y/n! How could you do this to me?! Sending her a photo which I probably look weird in- I’m her future son in law and…”
- he stops at ‘son in law’
- “oppa, what are you even- psh, son in law?…”
- awkward silence
- “you finally called me oppa, that’s all that matter right now and we can discuss the future… In the future…”
- his smile reaches his eyes and your heart instantly melts
- “well, youngmin- son in law doesn’t sound that bad, right?”
- all of a sudden youngmin is on one knee and his hand reaches his chest pocket
- “Y/n, will you… ACCEPT MY HEART?!”
- Instead of pulling out a ring box like you were assuming he would, he pulls out nothing but his fingers in the shape of a heart
- “wow, I’m in love with such a loser”
- aNd you both spend the night in each others arms with an empty pizza box and mulan playing on the TV
- your both in love with each other and thats all that matters right now but as to what the future may hold… Well, who knows

So I wrote a thing

I totally don’t know what to title this but uh maybe give this a read?? I’ve never written newsies stuff before and nobody proofread it so don’t judge too harshly please!
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The first time Davey has an attack in front of Jack he runs to hide it. Makes up a stuttered excuse about going to the bathroom and avoids Jacks usual friendly pats on the back just so he won’t notice he’s shaking. They were with Crutchie and Spot and Racetrack in a place that was too crowded, too loud, too much. David had only met Jack a few days earlier, considering he’d just transferred, and he desperately didn’t want the reputation of the ‘panicky scared freak’ that he’d had at his old school.

So when in the middle of a conversation he felt the familiar drumming of his heart and lump rising in his throat David gently pushed Jacks arm off of him. This earned a confused look from the table and a concerned “You okay Dave?” from Jack.

Dave. The lump in Davids throat grew at least two sizes larger and he stumbled out of the seat, glad that it was probably too dark to see the blush taking over his face. “B-bathroom” Silently cursing his stutter he rushed off before anyone could stop him. When the loud chatter of conversation seemed to bleed through the walls of the abandoned restroom it was all David could do to keep from sliding down the wall and crying.

“I 2 3 4 5” Slowly counting and going through his routine breathing exercises David felt his pulse slow and the lump in his throat unknot itself. Taking one last deep breath he walked back out to the group and made up some lame excuse about getting caught up when his mom called him. This led to the boys all teasing him about how ‘sweet’ he was, brushing off his weird behavior as just being David.

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The second time he has an attack around Jack it’s during lunch. It was Davids second week at their school, and most of the boys had learned that David was not touchy. Although he was affectionate he showed it through exasperated sighs and sheepish smiles, because touch just wasn’t his thing (giving or receiving).

Jack was the one exception. The way he’d casually place an arm around Daveys shoulders and how he’d always greet him with a hug all made Dave feel safe. Jack was always patient, at first he’d constantly asked permission but within just a few days he and Davey had learned to communicate almost telepathically. And the boys all recognized this and respected it. Davey didn’t like being touched and if you did something he wasn’t comfortable with then you had to deal with a pissed off Jack Kelly.

So when Skittery’s (slightly annoying) cousin Franky sat a little too close to David during lunch it set red flags off in his mind. Choking out laughs and keeping his gaze fixed on Jack and Racetrack who were on his other side David tried to pretend he was fine. Tried to pretend that just the body heat of Franky wasn’t making his hands shake and his heart hammer.

“Ugh Collins is such a dick Davey!” Groaned Jack overdramatically as he chomped down on his pizza. “I mean who assigns a packet over the weekend?!” Scrunching his nose as his friend talked with his mouth full David gave Jack a stern look, smiling when Jack swallowed his food before speaking again. “Over freaking Romeo and Juliet! The most overrated book of all time!”

Across the table Romeo let out an offended scoff, which made them all burst into giggles. David had almost forgotten about The over enthusiastic kid sitting much too close to him until Franky casually draped an arm around Davids shoulders as he was laughing. Nobody else seemed to have noticed until Davids laugh suddenly cut off and he sat rigid.

Racetrack was the first to notice what had made David suddenly so uncomfortable and a fierce glare was sent to Franky. A few others (Romeo, Skittery, and Blink) also sent dirty looks to Franky but he didn’t seem to get the message.

Then Jack noticed, and right underneath the surface he was livid. “Hey Franky” he calmly greeted in a saccharine sweet voice. The mentioned boy leaned over David to hear what Jack had to say, which only made it worse.
Squeezing his eyes shut and hunching his shoulders closer to him David tried to slow his breathing. “How about you let go of Davey here okay Franky?” There was a sickly sweet venom to Jacks voice as he smiled at Franky.

Leaning back into his seat Franky laughed, “Aw, he yours Jack?” The comment itself made Jack nearly boil over but what happened next made the entire table mad.

He squeezed David and pulled him into his side, ruffling his hair. Shooting out of his seat David dashed towards an abandoned hallway, his legs shaking so bad he nearly couldn’t stand.

“He don’t belong to nobody you dick” A Seething Jack shoved Franky’s chair back before running after Dave.

'Not today not here’ David thought frantically. Everything around him faded into a blur as he gasped like a fish out of water, too panicked to even think of his breathing exercises. Slipping down to the floor he tried desperately to think of anything, resorting to tears when it didn’t work.

“Shit Dave”

The discord inside Davids head calmed the tiniest bit as he recognized Jacks voice. But he was acutely aware of the fact that Jack was panicking a little bit too.

“Hey hey just breath okay? Count with me bud”

A barely managed nod enough for Jack and he was surprised when David grabbed one of his hands, squeezing tight. Wasn’t affection the reason for Davids current panic anyways?

“1 2 3”

Squeezing Davids hand Jack sat down across from him, letting out a relieved sigh when his counts were finally repeated.

“1-1 2 3”

They continued counting until Jack felt Davids hands stop shaking and his stutter all but vanished. “I’m sorry Davey, I knew Franky was sitting too close but I figured it wouldn’t get too bad.” The two sat with their back against the lockers, Jacks arm draped across Davids shoulders and David leaning into his side for support.

“Its fine, I get these all the time” Jacks breathing hitched and David winced. 'He thinks you’re a freak, a wimp. He’s gonna leave you like everyone else’

But Jack didn’t leave, he squeezed David just a little bit closer to his side. “Why didn’t you tell me Dave? Is that why you left at dinner the other night?”

And so they spent lunch and their free period discussing Davids anxiety and how Jack could help.

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The third time David has an attack around Jack, Jack does everything he can to prevent it.

Several of their friends were in the band and so he’d joined Jack and Crutchie for a football game to see their friends play. David had yet to attend any games because a football game was just about the worst place for somebody with sensory overload issues and a pretty severe anxiety. But Jack promised he’d be with him all night, and so David allowed his best friends to drag him to the game.

“Popcorn Dave?” Crutchie asked, holding it out towards his friend who shook his head. Currently the three sat towards the top of the bleachers because it was less crowded and Jack assured David 'you can see better up here anyways’. Jack and Crutchie sat on either side of him, David leaning into Jack who had an arm wrapped protectively around his shoulders. After a particularly bad call yelling and shouts rippled throughout the audience and David nuzzled into Jacks scarf.

“It’s too loud Jacky” Wincing at the quiet tone of the curly haired boy who was hiding in his scarf Jack nodded.

Pushing Davids hair off of his forehead Jack placed a light affectionate kiss on the exposed patch of skin, which only made David burrow into his scarf more in an attempt to hide his intense blush. “How about I go get you a hat or some earmuffs?” After a second of hesitation David nodded because Jack wouldn’t take longer than five minutes and Crutchie himself had an anxiety problem and knew what to do if an attack happened. “I’ll be right back okay?” Gently Jack shifted David over towards Crutchie, who smiled brightly and held Davids hand to assure him that somebody was still with him.

“Thanks Jack”

Watching Jack walk down the stairs and away from him made Davids heart panic. He knew it wasn’t healthy, this unsafe feeling he got whenever Jack wasn’t around. Pushing it down he instead leaned into Crutchie who jumped a little in surprise because David normally wasn’t comfortable with much more than occasional hand holding.
A moment later he smiled and melted into the affectionate gesture, holding Davids hand just a bit tighter.

“Dave do you even like football?” Sheepishly David shook his head and Crutchie laughed. “Me neither, but Jack sure does have a way of convincing people to do things. Wanna watch Netflix on my phone instead?” With a nod David snuggled even further into Crutchies side.

That’s how Jack found them 10 minutes later when he returned with nachos and a cute red and yellow beanie for David. When he saw his best friend since kindergarten and his new best friend cuddled up on the bleachers and giggling hysterically at something on a phone screen he couldn’t stop the affectionate smile on his face. God he had already known he loved Crutchie, but now Dave comes along with his crystal clear blue eyes and his curly hair and sarcastic comments and random facts. Jack should feel guilty shouldn’t he? After all somebody had once told him it was impossible to actually love 2 people at the same time.

Then again, when did Jack Kelly ever listen to what anybody else said?

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The fourth time, Jack’s the one who causes it.

He really hadn’t meant to, honest. What kind of dick would intentionally cause their friend/crush to have an anxiety attack?

A few weeks ago Jack had confessed to Crutchie, babbling about how he was in love with his best friend for what seemed like hours until Crutchie just laughed and pressed his lips against his. Jack thought that once he had Crutchie his love for Davey would go away. Not that he wanted it to but it made him feel guilty.

Little did he know Crutchie felt the same way.

When he’d first heard they were together Davids heart sank. The two people he had slowly fallen in love with were in love with each other. There would probably be no more safe touches, no more protective arms placed around shoulders. No mumbled Daves, and no bright Daveys. Jack and Crutchie had each other…so why would they need him?

And so he drifted. It started with little things like denying requests to hang out, or 'forgetting’ to respond to calls and messages. (Both of them knew Davey didn’t just forget things) And then it turned into avoiding them at halls, sitting next to Skittery who sat on the other side of the table from his usual spot. The last straw was when David completely walked past their table and took a seat on the ground, leaned against the wall.

“Okay that’s it. I gotta see what’s up with him.” Standing up from his seat Jack made his way over to David.

“Jack Kelly do not confront Dave- I can’t believe you!” Skillfully avoiding students Crutchie bounded over to Jack (or at least as close to bounding as one could get when they had to use a crutch) in an attempt to stop him. “Jack you’re going to overwhelm him! Just wait and we can ask him to come over after school or something and ask then!”

Turning to face Crutchie Jack sighed. “But he won’t Crutch. He’s avoiding us and I have to know why” Continuing his speedy approach towards Dave he stopped only when he was almost directly in front of Dave.

Red flag.

Despite the fact that he knew Jack would never actually hurt him David recognized the fact that he was now trapped against the wall. And that was no good. No good no good no no no no no. Swallowing his strawberry David kept his gaze fixed on Jacks shoes. “Y-yes?”

In a tone that came off much harsher than intended Jack asked him, “Why are you avoiding Crutch and I?”

Shaking hands.

Gripping his hands together Davids shoulders tensed up and he scrambled for an answer. How do you tell your best friend that you like both him and his boyfriend? “I-Its nothing”

“Oh so you just decided to be a dick and avoid us because of 'nothing’?” The moment the words came out Jack regretted them. Everybody had problems, and Jacks was not thinking before he spoke. “Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean that Davey i-i just” kneeling down to Davids level he reached an arm out to pay him and flinched when David shied away, shaking violently.

“Oh now you’ve gone and done it Jack Kelly” Crutchie whispered harshly. Shooting a glare at his boyfriend he plopped onto the floor, fixing his gaze on David. “Hey hey can you count for me Davey? Just repeat after me, 12345”

Breathing shallowly David tried to copy, stutter and getting stuck and growing more and more frustrated until tears shone in his eyes.

“Dave”

He hated to admit it but god Davey had missed the sound of his nickname rolling off Jacks tongue. Missed it so much that just hearing it calmed him down. Missed it so much that he grabbed onto both Jack and Crutchie hands tightly.

Neither said anything but a glance was shared between them that seemed to convey everything they’d wanted to tell each other.

They both loved Davey, and each other. It was messy and different but it was what had happened.

A hesitant but protective arm was wrapped around Daveys shoulders and he nearly cried again, gripping Crutchies hand even tighter when he started to try and move. “I thought you didn’t need me anymore.”

Jack threw Davey an incredulous look and softly kissed his forehead. “We’ll always need you you goof.” Burrowing into his sweater David thought he would combust when Crutchie scooted next to him and placed another kiss on his forehead.

“B-but you guys have each other and I don’t wanna get in the way of your relationship because you guys deserve to be happy and I don’t wanna be an awkward third wheel so-” His rambles were cut off by Jacks lips on his. David 'walking mouth’ Jacobs was speechless as he looked between Crutchie and Jack in panic.

'Jack just kissed me??! In front of his boyfriend??’ When Crutchie leaned over to repeat Jacks actions David was even more confused. “I-I think I missed something here?”
His voice rose at least 2 octaves as he continued to panic.

“Well you see, I think I like you Davey.” The casual way Jack said it made David snort despite his panic.

“But, but Jack you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes I like him too” As if to prove the point Jack kissed Crutchie. For a minute or so David just opened and closed his mouth without making any actual noise. Crutchie had to bite back a laugh, figuring David would be a little offended if he laughed.

After the minute of David gaping like a fish Crutchie spoke up, “I like you too y'know Dave, and Jack. And we have a sneaking suspicion you like us both too.” Both older boys took the blush that crept up Davids neck as a yes. “So we were wondering if you wanted to be a relationship with us?”

At the renewed look of panic on Davids face Jack scrambled to calm him down. “It’s gonna be messy and weird and if you don’t want to then that’s fine. But we really do both like you Dave.” Squeezing his anxious friends shoulders Jack chewed on his lip as he waited for an answer.

“I-I’d like that, I really would.” Smiling shyly at his friends, boyfriends now he supposed, David nodded. “Yeah I think I’ll like that.”

anonymous asked:

You say you like videogames but you go out of your way to destroy the fucking market. You are a walking talking contradiction you fucking dumb bitch. You don't know your history at all by the way stupid cunt this country wasn't entirely built on slavery. You know what a real gamer does they try to keep games and politics as far away from eachother as possible. You are no gamer you a fucking poset I hope you die in a high speed car crash hit the ground head first and have your neck crack.

lmao. Man, you really outta go outside more. Ill give you a list on how to be a “gamer”: step 1. play videogames. Its not some entitled name you give yourself kiddo. Plus… idk where videogames play into it but i guess ill just roll with it. 

and buddy, of course the country wasnt entirely built on slavery. You also got the native american genocide lmao. Cant build a country without killing the people who were already there right? You in denial about that? Well, America is on the 10th stage of genocide of it called “denial” Plus. Kinda lame how you wouldnt include the millions of slaves in U.S history. Especially how it existed in America for 245 years. There was a whole civil war about it too! oh and… lets not forget the decades of segregation after it was “abolished”?

which really, it wasnt. Because there was a loophole in the 13th amendment. Which allowed slavery as a form of punishment. **cough prisons cough** 

but uh, if you dont like hearing what happened in Americas past, or honestly, anyone who has a different viewpoint than you, you can just take your little attitude and leave ;)

Blankets [JungkookxReader](Pt 2/5)

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Feat. Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung)

Genre: Romance/Angst/Smut BadBoyAU!

Summary: A one night stand turned into various visits. No strings attached, or at least that is what you told yourself every time he walked through the door. His first name was the only thing you knew, besides having memorized every sensitive spot that laid upon his skin.

One night you catch a glimpse of his world. One that you had never had the temptation to roam on your free will. Jungkook though was addicting, and your craving for his touches led you to venture into his life. This new found world offering you a freedom you didn’t know existed. The consequences of your actions instead of taking you a step closer to him, formed a barrier. Jungkook’s sweet touches turned rough with rage, his passionate kisses turned possessive, and his comfortable casual talk went to promises/lies of a forever.

Rating: M [Language, Strong Scenes, Drug usage, Sexual Scenes](Will add a warning prior if that chapter will contain any smut scenes)

Author’s Note: Sorry for the small delay. I am still not super happy with the way this came out. I scrapped half the chapter that I had already finished, and rewrote it since my vision of where this fic was heading changed. This also triggered the fic to grow in complexity now expanding it from a 3 part to a 5 part. Hope ya’ll enjoy.

Also quick confession….. I have never written in 2nd POV till now, so sorry for any mistakes I might commit while writing in this form.

Trigger warning: Drugs, alcohol, and Sexual scenes

Not 100% edited yet. Might have minor mistakes :)

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Word Count: 4,900+

Blankets

.Part 1.



Better an Oops than a What If - Unknown

You had always heard the saying: ‘People do crazy things for Love’, but you weren’t in love, so why were you doing it? You had not figured out what temporary madness drove you to commit such a radical act. Jungkook had never played an important role in your life, nor he changed any daily routine, other than serving as an extra source of warmth through the night. How can a simple act of possession drive you to such madness. Actually, whenever he was not around to intoxicate your coherent thoughts with lust, you would dream of a faceless man who would make you fall in love chickflick style. The thought of the possibility of Jungkook filling in those shoes would make you laugh. He was a good fuck. He was an amazing source of relief, but when you looked at the boy asleep in your bed it did nothing for you.

Jungkook was handsome, that was something you couldn’t deny. From his soulful eyes to cheeky grin, it was perfection. Even the scar that lay upon his cheek looked like it was carved on purpose into his face to create an even more intricate structure. As much as he was handsome though, he was  far away from perfect. Jungkook had a bad temperament, and you had witnessed it in quite a few occasions, when he came home beat up only to take out his frustrations by pounding you so hard and rapid that it left your center bruised. Those nights he would escape the security of your bed right after without even a goodbye. Other than cooking skills and casual talks Jungkook never bothered to find out much about you. He like you, seemed to find those specifics irrelevant. Jungkook was immature. He threw tantrums if you didn’t open the door right away, and the few opinions he shared with you over frivolous topics seemed to be based upon illiterate sources. Jungkook was stubborn. He liked things his way or not at all, and that would’ve been okay if you weren’t stubborn as well, which would lead to boundless amounts of arguing and angry sex. Jungkook was just sex. That’s what you have told yourself repeatedly, for the past year when you laid alone upon your bed, inhaling his scent from the unwashed blankets, as if by doing so he would materialize beside you.

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The Song Is You (Chapter One)

Summary: A summer road trip with your best friend lends its way to some revelations. 

Author’s Note: This has been a long time coming, you guys!! You’ve probably been hearing Esme and I talk about our fic collab for a while now. We’re very excited to finally begin releasing this special piece to the public! All we can say now is that you will finally understand all the Monster Mash and “rick rolling” jokes you’ve heard in the last weeks. 

*** If you wanted to listen to the road trip playlist that is mentioned in this chapter, please click here!! 

Words: 4,481 

Warnings: an extremely cheesy mixtape, lame jokes, Lin showing off (so, nothing?) 

Without any further ado, welcome to the world Esme and I have so lovingly crafted for you! 


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Thief Of My Heart

[Summary]: After you meet Scott while burglarizing a home, he decides that’s not the life you should lead. You join the Avengers and fall head over heels for him but does he love you back?

[Pairing]: Scott x reader

[Warning]: Mentions of a gun, loved ones death 

Requested by: @buckysmetallicstump

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Originally posted by hoech

Being part of the Avengers was the most amazing thing that had happened to you since your mom had passed when you were 27. Not being able to handle the stress and knowing that your sister really didn’t want you around, you pretty much had nowhere to go. You turned to burglarizing homes just to be able to help you survive on your own. That’s when you met him.

Scott was finishing up going through the rooms on the second floor as you silently entered the empty house. As you headed up the stairs, he was coming down. You both screamed, panicked and ran to hide. He peaked around the corner and immediately threw his hands up seeing that you were pointing a gun towards him.

“Hey, uh… I’m Scott,” he said as he slowly put his hand out in front of him.

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Matthew Daddario Quotes Pt. 2
  • "Is my butt my pumpkin?"
  • "Handing out side-eye like gravity pulls left."
  • "Go kiss a train!"
  • "Can I book this lady for my next birthday?"
  • "Punching isn't solving problems as much as usual."
  • "It's nice when you haven't read a book in ten years so you forget most of it and it's like reading it anew."
  • "Man, that was a sweaty, shirtless day."
  • "I'm not resisting this?"
  • "Vampires are cats?"
  • "Sometimes I write out the description of the face."
  • "Mmm-mm, PHOTOSYNTHESIS!"
  • "You guys keep calling me a dork. Kind of a bummer."
  • "Like with the VROOM thing?"
  • "What if they don't like the same food as me? I can't handle that kind of let down."
  • "Plants are green sometimes."
  • "Oh, that's inappropriate!"
  • "They always open their mouths and they do this, 'Don't bother me!'"
  • "I get to travel more and learn about plants."
  • "If anyone reads this, don't curse. It's bad, and if you all start doing it all the time it won't be as fun when I do it."
  • "Still at home, making pickles."
  • "It helps if you imagine all the pigeons coo'ing at you and they just don't annunciate the 'L'."
  • "I just really want them to find Genghis Khan's tomb this year."
  • "Just chop the hand off to stop the spread."
  • "I'm sure many people have asked themselves that question when they were about 12 and thought 'Oh, what a great thought that was' and I just said it when I'm 29."
  • "They're definitely going at it head first."
  • "Tall guy and little dude need a cop show spin-off."
  • "I'm gonna press the button. Here we go. That's not a button."
  • "This is so deranged! What a sick thing."
  • "I'm a little more professional. I don't giggle when someone says something funny."
  • "Why do people play this game?"
  • "This has been a stressful experience."
  • "I must be really into burning the roof of my mouth when I eat pizza because I never. Freaking. Learn."
  • "Makes me wanna go to sleep."
  • "I don't understand what that sentence means."
  • "Is an eggplant really a plant? Has it in its name, but it's not an egg."
  • "So many lame puns to write, so many buns to touch."
  • "I was allowed to curse there."
  • "Hot sauce in my bag at all times. Always have hot sauce."
  • "I don't know the Pokemon situation. I'm not gonna lie."
  • "This is a morbid question."
  • "That's some information about plants."
  • "My mom is more impressive than your mom. That's truth."
  • "Yo, tall guy, you gonna use your words this episode to solve problems? Improve relationships?"
  • "This feels like a very personal question, BuzzFeed. I am tempted to make something up."
  • "Honestly, city people! Am I right?"
  • "My friend would punch me in the face."
  • "This is the plus happiness rune."
  • "I'm pressing the button! Beep!"
  • "I'm not gonna take off my shirt. Come on."
  • "Just threw so much shade that she's gonna have to take vitamin D supplements for life."
  • "Don't say inappropriate things on here. Come on, guys!"
  • "Dates are stressful. Just go home and see what happens."
  • "Literally just told you not to do that."
  • "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT DEER SOUND LIKE, LADY!"
  • "If you don't agree, whatever!"
  • "Are these pop culture references that I'm not getting?"
  • "Lucky I'm here to provide therapy."
  • "They are getting a little sweaty and enjoying themselves together."
  • "Twins are sometimes made when an egg splits, I think."
  • "I can't reblog it because it would be narcissistic."
  • "Harry and Isaiah, who are not here, which is a bummer."
  • "I can't remember my first date. I'm sure it went splendidly."
  • "He's back home in London! Home of the world's largest skillet!"
  • "Wacky antics! Misunderstandings! Sexy interlopers!"
  • "Tell me how much you loved my sleeping."
  • "Teen dot com doesn't know their internet slang like we do!"
  • "Maybe he needs more of those forced memory flashbacks. Those seem healthy."
Play Me (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 2

Pairing : Chris x OC (name’s Elin)

Synopsis : Player 1 meets Player 2. The score is tight.

Word count : 3.8k

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He did stop bothering her (sort of). At least, directly. His behavior still bothered her though, and Elin was ready – and more than willing – to break his legs next time she saw him go anywhere near Eva. That jerk had to go and fuck around with her friends – the next best option to her and to get on her nerves? - and now Eva had continuous fights with Jonas. All of that because Chris felt like kissing Eva. It was fucked up enough on his part to do this knowing she was in a relationship but now that Elin knew he was too, she felt like snapping his neck. She wasn’t a violent person, but she was very imaginative and was dreaming about various ways to get back at him.

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lmao omg i wrote a fanfic of my fanart i am too lame…orz

this is super old like from december omg……anyway here it is


“You know,” he purrs through razor-like teeth, “most people tend to be more appreciative after I save them.”

He’s looking at her with sharp eyes, piercing green watching her every move. It’s like he’s trying to make her laugh. She would—though not for his reasons— but his body being so close to hers is making her skin crawl and, quite frankly, she’d rather smack him.

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Dean Winchester’s Human Baby

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

A/N: Omg this one’s a bit heartbreaking and so full of fluff. Thank you all so much for all the requests. I love y’all so much! This is the first of the requests.

Inspiration: The amazing @crazinessgraveyardsandcartoons is the one to thank for this one. Thanks for letting me write this, doll! Love you!

Summary: You are pregnant with Dean Winchester’s child, and the two of you go to your first ultrasound together.

Warnings: Pregnancy, crying, mentions of death and killing.

Word Count: 1,779 Words (I got kinda carried away, whoops)

Masterlist Under Construction!


Dean Winchester’s Human Baby


Nervous hands fiddled with yours, threading fingers together and apart, drawing shapes on your palm, tugging your hand up to a pair of warm lips for a quick peck on your knuckles. You just let it all happen, knowing that Dean needed some sort of soothing movement to relax himself. You let him play with one of your hands while the other rested on your belly, gently rubbing over the small baby bump that had developed.

You turned your head to look at Dean, who had his eyes shut and his head resting against the wall behind your chairs. His chest was moving quicker than usual, despite his efforts to relax. Gently, you squeezed his hand.

“Dean,” you whispered, even though the waiting room around you was nearly empty. Only one other couple was sitting on the opposite side of the room, showing quite a lot of affection towards each other. Dean opened his amazing green eyes and looked at you. You wished the baby growing inside of you had those eyes. “Talk to me. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

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Studying - Hannah Baker

Anonymous said:

hey could you do a hannah x fem! reader where she usually goes to bryces house after school bc her brother (alex) always drags her there and she hates it because bryce always hits on her but instead she go to hannahs house to study and tells her about it because she doesn’t have a lot of friends so hannah confesses her feelings and maybe hannahs mom can walk in on them cuddling and her parents shipping the two (hope this makes sense its my first time requesting something oops) and thank you!! :)

First time writing Hannah! If you have any tips/suggestions leave a comment or message me!

Originally posted by 0chlophobia

Ever since moving, things had been different. Even Alex, your older brother, had changed. The only thing that hadn’t were the cliches of High School. Alex hold even succumbed to the pressures of fitting. He started to hang out with the jocks, who you tried to give the benefit of the doubt. It was hard though, giving them a chance. You witnessed, or so it seemed, every bad move made on their part. Drugs, hardcore drinking, and serious lack of control.

It had become part of your daily routine, going to Bryce’s house that is. It was not your first choice, but Alex had a habit of bringing you wherever he went. The only time you didn’t go over to his house was when you first moved and Alex was close with Hannah Baker. When he started dating, and then broke up with, Jessica Davis, that’s when he became ‘friends’ with Bryce. You couldn’t help but pity your brother and his efforts to fit in with people like Justin Foley. So, almost everyday you found yourself at the treachery of high school boys. Bryce just seemed to think anything or anyone that walked through his door was there because he owned them; including yourself. You were subjected to Bryce’s gross flirting while Alex played video games with Justin and Monty. Everyday went the about same :

“Lookin’ good Y/N.” Bryce said, lowly enough for his words to escape Alex’s ears. He leaned in close to you, as you sat with your feet in the pool. A shiver went down your back as he breath tickled the shell of your ear. “You wanna go up to my room and show me how great you look without clothes?” You turned your head, an appalled expression on your features. Before he could continue, Zach called him inside the pool house. As he walked away, Bryce shot you a lewd wink. You rolled your eyes and mentally gagged. If it wasn’t the constant, sleazy flirting, it was touching your arms or legs when you obviously didn’t want to be touched. Being around the over-privileged jock made you miss the times your brother would drag you to Monet’s. At least there you’d get along with Jessica and Hannah while your brother worked his way through the extravagant menu.

You had always enjoyed being in the company of the two girls. While Jessica had a flare for the dramatics, Hannah was always reasonable and kind. You missed the way she’d laugh when you said something totally stupid and how bright her smile was. You couldn’t help but form a little crush on the witty brown haired girl. So it really confused you when Alex dropped away from the F.M.L. group, even more so when he started to date Jessica. Being the younger of the Standalls and in freshman classes, you rarely saw Hannah in the hallways. The one time you did see Hannah during the day was lunch; but then Alex, under the teachings and rules of your father, wouldn’t let his little sister stray to a different table.

“Hey Y/N, why don’t you have a drink with us?” Bryce shouted, bringing your attention away from the water and your thoughts of Hannah. You shook your head as you brought your feet out of the water. You walked over to where you backpack was, slipping on your shoes. You wanted to leave now, but convincing them that you had to go would be tough. At least convincing Bryce to let you go. He’d probably try to sway you every which way and win over Alex.

“I have schoolwork and a project to work on. Alex, can you drive me?” It was a lame excuse, but you had hopes it would work. Bryce let out a groan and draped an arm over your shoulders, You shrunk against his touch, getting free of he reach as quickly as you could.

“C’mon Y/N, just loosen up a little,” he teased in a disgusting tone. You looked over at Alex, whose blue eyes were on you for a brief moment before looking back at the video game. You let out a small gasp at your brother’s action before turning your back on him entirely.

“I’m going,” you said, “I’ll see you at home Alex.” You headed off towards the gate to Bryce’s yard when you heard someone running up behind you. You almost spun around, ready to strike at the hand on you shoulder. But when you turned around you saw Alex.

“I’ll drive you,” he said, but you shook your head. “What is it Y/N?”

“Just stay here with your friends! I’ll be at,” you paused, “Hannah’s house.” Your brain had thought of the nearest place you could go to, to someone you consider a friend.

“Why her house?” Alex asked dumbly. You just rolled your eyes and pushed open the gate. You walked down the street and away from Bryce’s house. It wasn’t that far of a walk to Hannah’s, but you hadn’t been there in so long you had to think back on street names so not to get lost. You made it to her door 15 minutes after leaving. You knocked a few times, rocking on your feet as you waited for an answer.

“Hello-Oh! Y/N, hi!” Hannah greeted you, pulling you inside without a second thought. You smiled as Hannah told you to relax and asked if you needed anything.

“I’m fine Hannah, really.” You said as she lead you into her bedroom.

“Are you sure? My parents aren’t home so we can stuff ourselves with enough junk food to feed an elephant.” You let out a giggle as the two of you walked into her room.

“I’m okay. Well not really but, yeah.” You said, standing awkwardly in her room while Hannah flopped down on her bed. Her long hair fanned out against her pillow, making it look like she was an angel; maybe she was.

“What happened?” Hannah asked as she moved to sit up. You shook your and looked around her room. Her walls were littered with photos of family and friends from her home town, band posters and doodles. You looked back at her and saw that she was patting the spot next to her on her bed. “Come, sit, tell me of what haunts my precious Y/N.” You laughed at the goofy voice she used but sat next to her anyway.

“It’s just my brother, you started, “he’s been hanging out with the wrong crowd. Like Bryce and Justin. They’re not good influences on him.” Hannah nodded as you spoke, taking in your words. “And I always have to go over to Bryce’s house because that’s where Alex goes after school. It’s just annoying. Bryce is annoying.”

“How so,” Hannah asked, her voice weary. You locked eyes with her, wondering if you should tell her. Her blue eyes looked at you with a sincerity you haven’t seen in awhile. The concern on her face was overwhelming, convincing you to tell her.

“Bryce flirts all the time. Like he says sexual things sometimes and it’s gross. He also doesn’t seem to know that I like personal space, or space away from him. I had to tell all of them that I had to study in order to get out of there.” You looked away from her, down at your hands that fiddled with your fingers; to hide the tears that had escaped your eyes. Suddenly, Hannah placed her own hand over yours, stopping your fidgeting. You looked up and saw how close she was.

“Me and my Mom can drop you after school. You can stay over after school, I just want you away from Bryce.” You were a little shocked at her bluntness, but appreciated her protectiveness. “Really Y/N, let me help. You don’t have to hang around your brother’s friends. ”

“Yeah, but it was nice when he was friends with you. I missed hanging out with you, even Jessica,” you teased. Hannah smiled and brushed a piece of hair from your face.

“I missed you too,” she whispered in return. Your felt your heart flutter at her words. “I wanted to see you,” she said, “but it looked like you were okay. I’ve should’ve-” You cut Hannah’s speech by pressing your lips to hers. As inexperienced as you were, you had the basic idea on what to do. As you moved your mouth against hers, Hannah smiled into the kiss.

“Yeah, I really missed you,” she mumbled against your lips. You let out a soft giggle as you rested your forehead against hers. You smiled brightly at each other before you spoke up.

“I-I uh, I like you.” Hannah’s smile grew impossibly wider. “Since my Freshman year,” you added, “I always wondered how someone could be so wonderful and pretty.” You ran your fingers through the hair that had fallen over your shoulder.

“I like you too.” She whispered and you felt a wave of affection wash over you. “Do you wanna watch a movie on my laptop? A documentary for you know, studying purposes. We wouldn’t want to like now would we?” You nodded while Hannah grabbed her laptop and settled on her bed. You laid down next to her, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Ok Y/N, this is the biggest choice of your life,” Hannah teased. “Walking with Dinosaurs, a Space Documentary, or Why Sharks Attack?” You laughed and choose one of the movies. It didn’t really matter to you though; you were too caught up in the warmth of Hannah’s body to care about anything else. You cuddled closer to her as the movie started up, wondering how you got so lucky.


 Mr. and Mrs. Baker came home a little later than they had planned. Mrs. Baker crept towards Hannah’s bedroom, hearing the sound of a movie being played. She peeked through the slightly open door and saw Y/N Standall curled up next to her daughter. She rested a hand on her heart, internally cooing at the sight. She walked off down the hall, happy to tell her husband that moving was the right choice after all.

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Drabble game request: Jin + “Come over here and make me.” + Roommate AU | for anon(s)

Character / Genre: Seokjin x reader | Roommate!au, friends to lovers!au, fluff | 2,300 words (idk how it got this long, I’m sorry)

Warning: Extremely cheesy. Prepare to cringe.


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anonymous asked:

I read your scenario about TFP Knockout, Smokescreen, & Optimus Prime realizing their feelings for potential human s/o. If it's ok with you, would you mind a continuation? If not, said human crush likes them back but never confessed before so they try to figure how to confess properly. The mechs accidentally heard them say to themselves " I'll just say I love you romantically, (said mech name)!". They're confident until they realizes the mechs were behind them. The mechs' reaction to this?

I’m going to post these in different replies so be on the lookout for the other two. Optimus goes first because we all love our boss bot. I’m putting a spin on this one because I can’t see the reader being caught like that. Not in front of OP at least. Here’s the first part of the story so you can refresh your minds. And because it is 3am and I want to get this out there, it’s a cliffhanger. Sorry not sorry ;)

TFP Optimus

You met team prime after you noticed Raf, one of your smartest students was missing more and more class. You had followed him out to the curb one day after school where he waited for his ride to pick him up. You tried to make conversation but he was becoming more and more nervous as time ticked by. The real reason you were out here was because you were hoping to snag a moment to talk to his mother or father about his increasing absences. When a yellow Camaro pulled up with tinted windows and no driver you weren’t letting Raf get in concern for his safety. Long story short Raf and “Bumblebee” managed to get you into the car and soon conned you into being an after school teacher for him and two other students. Base life was easy enough, the bots came and went on missions and you got along well with Ratchet and the Autobot leader Optimus. You pretty much became “Den Mother y/n”. You would make snacks and meals for the kids and pick up anything that could possibly help the bots. You did most of this without being asked and not expecting any thanks. But of course as you went about your business someone was watching you from afar.

After a long Saturday session of tutoring the kids he decided that would be a good time to approach you. The kids had already taken their snacks and moved on to play their video games out of ear shot. You were leaned back in a chair both arms over your face in an uncomfortable position. When he called out to you you startled awake. Apologizing, he asked if you were ready to return home for the day. He watched as you looked back at the kids, frowned and then said you were ready to go. When you started making your way to Bumblebee, he stopped you and told you he would be driving you home today. Your face morphed into one of concern as he transformed and popped open his passenger door. As you both barreled through the desert he began to express his gratitude for what you had been doing for the kids and his team. When you finished he noticed your face had grown into a smile that stopped his spark for a second. You told him not to worry about it and that you didn’t mind doing the small things. They know he works hard and that he shouldn’t have to worry about everything. As he pulled up to your home you didn’t reach for the door and he didn’t move to open it. You awkwardly mentioned how nice it was outside and he took the hint. He started up his engine and was on the move again. With no destination in mind he moved along the outskirts of the town. He would keep his new feelings to himself. He wouldn’t risk this new budding relationship.


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Months have gone by since you began your after school tutor sessions with the kids. So many months in fact that now it’s the last day before school is out and summer begins. You’re sitting at your desk now supposedly being on the lookout for anyone who may be cheating on their final exams. You can’t help but zone out as the silence in the room gives you time to think. The other teachers had been gushing in the faculty room about their vacations out of this hell hole, too far away paradises with less desert. As they had prattled on the gnawing feeling of anxiety settled into the pit of your stomach again. With summer starting the kids wouldn’t be needing a tutor anymore, or at least till the school year started up again. So when Kathy, a fellow teacher asked what your plans were for vacation you came up with the lame excuse of visiting your parent’s home in “___”. The loud ringing of the last bell cut off your thoughts as students lined up to hand in their exams. One by one the students handed off their papers to you at the door until none were left and you were surrounded by the droning noise of kids out in the hall.  Truth be told you were waiting for someone, anyone among “Team Prime”, to ask you about your summer plans. Fishing to drop the sad bomb of “nothing” with a nonchalant air about yourself. Pitiful. You thought to yourself as you shuffled the papers and let out an exasperated sigh as you flopped into your chair. If you were being really honest with yourself, you were more miffed that Optimus hadn’t asked what your plans were. Though as soon as the thought entered your head you quickly pushed it out. Optimus had more important things to worry about then your sad excuse for a summer. Like a civil war.

You and he had become closer over the past months. Ever since he took it upon himself to drive you home that one day it had become a happy ritual after almost every tutoring lesson. But of course that had come after the attempts to stay at the base longer after the lessons ended. In the beginning you two would only discuss in a casual manner. How the kids were doing in school, how the war effort was progressing, the weather. Though as time moved on so did both of you, and the effects of the battles Optimus fought began to show more than ever. Throwing caution to the wind you had asked him how he was feeling, as himself and not as the leader of the Autobots. He had stared at you for a long time after you asked that. Probably weighing if it was even worth telling you at all, but in the end he did. So much pain and grief was unloaded then that your head had trouble wrapping around just how he or any being could keep this to themselves. When he finished he had apologized, an annoying trait you had come to realize was a habit of his. You waved him off saying it was fine and that if he ever needed to talk, you would be there for him. He had agreed to those terms only if you would speak to him in the same manner. You knew there wasn’t much you could do in a sense of actually “helping” Optimus defeat the Decepticons, but if you could help him stand a little straighter, so the weight of the world wasn’t crushing him, you’d do it in a heartbeat. You’d also found out in this short amount of time that Optimus had a somewhat dorkish sense of charm to him. In the rare occasion that he did make a joke you always laughed, and that seemed to make his optics brighten slightly. Speaking of his optics, you let out a shuddering breath. He always seemed to be watching you. Just blatant staring or side eyeing you. You weren’t sure why, but you could never turn to meet his stare because you were afraid what he might see. You had contemplated trying to amp up the flirtatious behavior between you to, but chickened out at the last minute when the opportunity would arise. A thought came to you just then. A bold thought. To just tell him how you felt. What did you have to lose? You and the kids had planned a small end of the year party tonight at the base, you could tell him then. And if you made a fool of yourself, you could just hide away for the rest of the summer.

“Perfect” You said aloud as you placed the exams into your bag. Now just to figure out how you were going to do this.

“Hey Optimus, I’d like to get to know you better” No.

“Hey BossBot! You and I should spend some more time alone more often” Definitely Not.

“Optimus, I like you more than just a friend”

“Who do you like more than just a friend?!” came the telltale shout of Miko in the doorway giving you a minor heart attack in the process.

“What?” You gasped with your hand to your chest in startled panic.

“You were talking about how you like someone more than a friend!” she exclaimed slamming her hands on the desk. “You gotta tell me Ms/Mr. (Y/N)! I can keep a secret!” she grinned over at you. And as much as you loved Miko, you knew that was horse shit. Composing yourself you raised up out of your seat grabbing your bag.

“I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about Miko. You must have misheard me.” You clipped in your “teachers” voice. Which only made Miko squint her eyes and pout.

“Whatever” She threw her hand out as if brushing it away. “Just hurry up! Bulkhead is picking us up today, we’re gonna listen to all of my favorite songs!” she said grinning wickedly.

All you could do was cringe at the thought of the hour long journey ahead of you as you shut off the light and closed the door behind the both of you.


A dual ache had settled in your head as the night droned on. The drive had been more than excruciating. Between the loud music and the constant bickering between Miko and Jack, the whole ride had been painful. Now you sat with your head hanging and arms dangling over the railing of the upper level. The loud metal music still blaring in a far corner of the room was not helping either. The night had not been going as you planned.

“Are you alright (Y/N)?” The rumbling baritone voice that always seemed to shake you to its core asked. You gripped the railing and whipped your head up so quick you thought you may have given yourself whiplash.

“Optimus!” you exclaimed face turning red at earlier thoughts. “No! I’m fine really, ride here was just a little more unhinged them I’m use to” you said smiling up at him.

He gave a rumbled “mmm” of his acknowledgment, followed by silence and that unnerving stare. Then continued on with “Now that the children’s education is finished for the year, I would assume your lessons are no longer needed”.

Ouch, you thought and it must have registered on your face because Optimus was now backpedaling on his words. Hard.

“I meant no offense” He hurried on, “I only meant that you will now have more free time to endeavor in your hobbies”.

Double Ouch. If it didn’t feel like you were being kicked out before, it did now. And now the pieces of your haphazard plan were crumbling before you. The internal battle you were having on whether or not to trudge on or bail out were flipping back and forth in your mind. And the blue glow of his optics boring into you were not helping.

“(Y/N)” He said letting out a long vent. Just the way he said your name made the decision.

Fuck it. You said to yourself and stared into his eyes straight on.

“Optimus, I think we-“ and was abruptly cut off by Mikos screech of lyrics.

“SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER” She sang and threw, what had to be, every piece of homework and schoolwork she had in yours and Optimus direction.

 As it rained down over you and over the balcony you let out a long sigh and closed your eyes trying to rein in your frustration.  In the distance you could hear the raspy yell from Ratchet about the mess and Miko’s gleeful laughter. It was then you decided that this was fates way of saying this was a horrible idea.

“What was that (Y/N)? Optimus had broken eye contact to observe all the papers flying with a straight face.

“I think I should go home” You muttered placing a hand over your face and moving to grab your jacket. You could hear his foot falls following you as you went.

“Then I will take-“But you cut him off with a wave of your hand as you shrugged on the jacket.

“It’s alright” you breathed as you placed your bag on your shoulder. “I’ll ask Ratchet. God knows he needs to get out of here before he blows a fuse” you said laughing a hollow chuckle as you made your way down the ladder, and with one last look you met Optimus’s optics

“See you around Optimus” you smiled a smile that you knew didn’t reach your eyes. And with those last words you turned on your heal and walked briskly in the direction of Ratchet. All while those blue optics seared into your back.

anonymous asked:

ARE WE TALKING ABOUT SM HOCO NOW I loved it so much and definitely got Jeremy and Michael vibes, just picturing the whole party scene with Christine instead of Liz and maybe Rich instead of Flash. And Michael being the Man in the Chair YES. I didn't feel too passionately about Liz either way but I will strongly defend that she didn't deserve anything that happened to her.

((YEAH!! I don’t even know how this happened lol but yeah I’m so glad you–you guys got those vibes too this is so great

Omg…Rich would be perfect as Flash tbh but it’s also sad too hnghhh
And Christine would be a much more interesting and dynamic Liz in my opinion! She’s such a lovable character overall and to see her in Liz’s place would almost be gratifying you know

And omg no of course not! Liz isn’t a bad person at all–she’s just a bland character, is all I’m saying. And maybe she deserved to get ditched at the dance because she indirectly almost got Peter killed by revealing his identity (I know that wasn’t her fault but like. Couldn’t she pick up on Peter’s utterly panic-stricken face and the way he was trying to argue with her and get her to stop talking?) Like. Also when Peter called Ned and was desperately trying to explain the whole bomb situation Liz took his phone and basically yelled at him? Like she didn’t even listen to him and how he was begging her to put Ned on–it was pretty obvious the situation was really important but nope! She was just complaining to him and I’m like. Liz. Please give the phone back to Ned you’re causing Peter to have a mini stroke come on

Just. She has her flaws. And yeah she definitely didn’t deserve what happened with her dad and stuff, and almost dying. But the smaller things? Lol idk…))

Anon: It gave so much bmc vibes for me that I was just dying. And I thought that at first but then who could be the bad guy? And yeah, if Liz was Christine it would have been a hell lot more interesting. Sadly it wasn’t. And yes that scene was like awwww!! And I totally imagined Michael at the end when Ned is caught in the computer lab! I just wished they at least would have shown what happened to Ned afterwards -SA anon

((MHMM!! Yeah that’s true honestly there aren’t enough adult characters in BMC to put into the other roles here;; lol. But the squip could honestly fit any of the adult roles. Imagine him as Aunt May. It would be hilarious lol, him getting flirted with in that restaurant scene //sniggers
Or even Karen!! That would make the most sense obviously, having him be the voice inside of Jeremy’s Spider-Man suit and encouraging him to confess his feelings for Michael
LOL YEAH that was so funny like? Did he get detention for that?? I wish I could have seen the teacher’s reaction to him saying that “I’m looking up…porn?” Honestly it’s probably the most viable excuse tho pfft))

88wingding said: DUDE NO WAY I JUST WATCHED IT TODAY TOO

((SWEET…I actually went to see it again the day after with my sister I had to get her in on all the great action. We’ve been watching Marvel movies all week since then, we’re in the middle of Age of Ultron (AKA Tony Stark Fucks Up: The Movie) right now :3c))

Anon: Hello I heard ya been getting asks about Spider-Man!Jer ;3c huehuehue and I just came to say, what if the voice in his suit keeps telling him to confess to Michael?? Or like Jeremy likes to brag about Michael to the voice in his suit?? Sorry if you already got this kind of ask but I just wanted to give the queen of bmc au’s a lil’ idea! whoop (and keep up the good work!! I’ll support you for as long as I can!)

((Yup I sure have and I’m having a fantastic time

YEAH FOR SURE!! Like, “I can tell you have deep feelings for this companion of yours. You are well-likeable and a superhero, why not confess? You need to have more of a balance in your life, adding a healthy relationship to that list will ease things.” GET IT ON JEREMY

But yes I can totally imagine Jeremy bragging about Michael like, “So I have this best friend, his name’s Michael and–and gosh, he’s like, perfect? He’s so sweet and nerdy and he always helps me out and gives me encouragement and lets me sneak into his basement when I’m out late and we play video games together and he’s. Really great and funny and cute and I like his glasses and his hoodie and just his face in general? Yeah? Yeah.”

OMG;; You have no idea how flattered I am to be called that I…//wheezes The Queen of BMC AUs…I’m so happy to be called that I know it’s lame but like;; THANK YOU
Anyway thank you so so so much!! That means a lot ^^))

a silly, fluffy little promptis thing i whipped up for @suggestivescribe 

IT’S VERY SILLY AND FLUFFY AND IDK WHAT I’M DOING but I hope you like it, bae <333


Six hours.

They’ve only been driving six hours, before Ignis insists on stopping for the night. This might have been fine, except Noctis feels as though they’ve made zero progress throughout the day. They spent most of it searching for some dog tag for a guy named Dave. Ignis thinks of a new recipe, which turns out to be delicious, but Noctis can’t help but feel frustrated and antsy, as he lies on his back on the bed in the trailer they rented for the night.

What kind of a name is Dave, anyway?

Noctis frowns up at the ceiling, wishing Ignis would let them keep driving. But no, he says it’s “too dangerous.” Like they aren’t already in danger just being here.

A sudden flash in his eyes causes Noctis to flinch. He blinks away the spots that appear in his vision, turning to frown slightly at Prompto. His friend is leaning over the bed, and he grins, bringing up his camera to take another photo.

“I call this, ‘Noctis Brooding at Midnight.’ Pretty catchy, huh?” Prompto grins, much too bright for how late it is.

“I’m not brooding,” Noctis protests, turning over onto his side to place his back to Prompto. Normally Prompto’s sunny personality can help him feel better, but he’s too exasperated at the time he’s wasting to bask in it.

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