maybe i can be the short boy

my mom always told me sweetheart you can’t ever expect other people to love you as deeply as you love them. i should have listened to her. i am not saying you don’t love me but maybe you don’t love me as much as i love you. its no competition. love isn’t a competition. but i took your word for when you said you loved me. i took it by heart. i just didn’t know you didn’t love me enough to save me before you saved yourself. you just didn’t love me enough to save me from myself. you didn’t love me as much as I loved you but then again love is not a competition. if that were the case why’d you say i love you more every night before sleeping when you didn’t.
—  m o r e//nikitagupta
The new art is a big deal

First of all, this official art is absolutely stunning. 

But I couldn’t help but notice the white skates. And yes, I can see that tights are covering them, so the real colour of the actual skate can’t really be seen, but this also represents so much. 

Figure skating is a pretty homophobic and sexist sport. Particularly in the time when young Viktor would have been skating. Girls were meant to be flouncy and pretty and graceful (which is partially why Surya Bonaly had such a hard time and ended up doing the illegal backflip - it’s a really interesting story), and men athletic and manly. 

A huge point of this is that women have to wear white skates, and men have to wear black skates. So, young Viktor, who canonically says he used to play off his androgynous appearance, is wearing ‘white skates’, ladies skates, probably, I think, to make a point. We know from the extra information in one of the BD releases that he doesn’t have a particularly good relationship with the ISU, so maybe this is partly why. It’s pretty damn rebellious against the patriarchy for him to be doing this. 

And perhaps this is reaching, but…

Look at the two crowns. In his younger self, the flowers are smaller and are white like his skates, symbolising innocence and purity. But in his older self, with short hair and black skates, the flowers are golden and taller, representing his victory. We can also see a difference in the colouring of his clothing, his younger self with warm colours, and his older self with cold colours, blue, representing sadness. His colour’s been stripped away from his soul, and finds itself in his crown, in his success. 

I see a powerful message here, about a boy who tried to beat the system but tragically became a part of it once he started winning. 

Or maybe it’s just a really cute art… who knows… But with the amount of symbolism within the anime, some lowkey message put here intentionally like this wouldn’t be too far out of the realms of possibility. 

a thing I love about the TransDanny headcanon: there’s a photo of Danny and Maddie when he was little, happily dressed and presenting as male, meaning that his parents either accepted him as trans from a young age, or allowed him to dress himself and have his hair done as short as he wanted and not forcing him to conform to gender roles, which allowed his coming out to be a lot easier

did he have a phase where everyone just called him a ‘tomboy’? or did he announce that he was a boy early on and that was that from then on? did he start school as Daniel or Danielle? like maybe it was one of those kids will be kids things where he wanted to be a boy for a day and his parents were like, 'aww that’s cute we’ll let her have her fun’ but a day became a week, a month, a year, he never grew out of it because he was never just playing pretend

personally I like to think that it started with Maddie and Jack just having super lax views on gender roles, unsurprising since Jack loves knitting which he might have been made fun of for because it’s 'feminine’ and Maddie is very strong and self sufficient and grew up with a big tough sister who wears her hair short and acts very 'masculine’, so they already have experience subverting traditional gender roles

so when they have a daughter who drags them to the boy aisle as soon as she’s old enough to choose her own clothes/toys and asks for a short haircut like that Chip Skylark guy who sings about his shiny teeth on tv, Maddie and Jack are just like, yeah sure why not? their kid can look however she wants

Danny was able to present as male from a very early age, his parents treated him and Jazz equally regardless of gender and I feel like maybe he didn’t even think to ask to be referred to by male pronouns until he got to school and the kids immediately assumed he was male and he realised ho dang, this feels RIGHT.

and then he’d have the teachers calling him Danielle and referring to him as female and another kid is like, umm Danny’s a boy tho?? and the teacher looks at this little boy with little boy hair and little boy clothes and is like, oh uh sorry kid there must have been a mistake in the paperwork, was it supposed to say Daniel?

and he’s just like yES YES DANIEL THAT’S RIGHT THAT IS MY NAME ALWAYS YEP

but then he feels bad because technically he 'lied’ to the teacher so he goes home and doesn’t say anything because he thinks his parents will be mad at him for lying on his first day at school

and then the parents get a call from some very confused school staff asking whether or not they’d enrolled a boy or a girl because they had a Danielle Fenton in the paperwork but a Daniel Fenton was dropped off to class this morning and that’s when Maddie and Jack were like… oooooh okay so this is how it is

they tell the school that he’s definitely a boy, always has been, they don’t say he’s trans because they probably don’t even know that word exists but they do know that their daughter seems far more comfortable as their son and they don’t see a problem with that and as far as they’re concerned it’s none of the school’s business

they’d probably sit Danny down for a talk after that in which he starts crying and apologising and they have to spend about ten minutes ensuring him that he isn’t in trouble for lying at school and if he wants to be a boy that’s okay they can call him a boy for as long as he wants, he just has to let them know if he changes his mind but if he doesn’t then that’s okay too, they just want him to be happy

and from that point on he was pretty much just the Fentons’ son, his parents would buy him binders and do research on trans kids to make sure they were doing the right thing and as soon as he was old enough for T they said they’d support him whether or not he wanted to take it and if there were any complications it was okay because he was still their boy no matter what his body looked like

I mean just, the Fentons have fucked up a lot of aspects of parenthood so I just really really REALLY want them to have done this one RIGHT or as right as they possibly can, they might be quite scatterbrained and neglectful at times but it’s clear that they really do love their kids, and were probably a lot closer with them when they were young, so it makes sense to me that they would be accepting of Danny’s identity even from such a young age

all they want is for their kids to feel happy and safe, which means when they find out he’s half ghost it still doesn’t MATTER, because they already promised they’d accept him no matter what

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Yurio Plisetsky, прима-балерина.

This is how I imagine him.

“Both men and women should feel free to be strong. It is time that we all perceive gender on a spectrum not as two opposing sets of ideals”, by Emma Watson.

I want to use this drawing to say a few things I’ve been thinking lately. I don’t care if it ends up with 1 note or more, I just want to rant about it. I hope I won’t offend anyone with my lack of english and knowledge. 

  • Boys can wear make up. And skirts. Boys can change their hair, use it long or short. Boys can have no hair too. Boys won’t be less boys for that. 
  • When I draw I don’t think about genders, about sexuality, about anything to be honest. When I draw I think about making people happy, it makes me happy when someone smiles what I did because ehy maybe they are having a bad day and at least I made them 1% happier. I’m aware my art is not the best so if you dislike it, it’s okay. If you have any critic my ask is full open I’ll hear you and thank you for pasing by (for real). But if you dislike it because you thought that was a girl and become aware it’s actually a boy and you find it wrong or offensive, then Jeez, I have no words man, more than: I can’t believe it, what kind of civilization is this?
  • I don’t know what I am, I don’t care what I am but, from the bottom of my heart. I’m really sorry some of you are living hell because of this fucking nonsense world, 
  • You are beautiful, trust me. 
  • You are strong. You will be fine. And,
  • you are not alone. 

What if I can’t love you the way you deserve to be loved? Maybe that’s why we should go our separate ways and that this is a good thing, maybe that’s the silver lining.

You deserve someone who can give you more than you could ever know, more than this world could ever offer. You carry a very beautiful soul that should be cherished with every inch of love that exists, even if you don’t believe that.

And maybe I can’t do any of that.

Maybe it’s just not me.

—  c.f. // “I guess this time it was me”

You don’t need another person to make you feel better about yourself, espcially not a boy.

You don’t need another person to appreciate you, especially not a boy.

You don’t need another person to tell you you’re beautiful, especially not a boy.

You just need a strong inner voice to tell you that you’re better than you were yesterday, that you’re gorgeous and nothing can pull you down and that if no one appreciates you, to hell with the world.

—  to all the girls who are dating guys so they feel better about themselves, appreciated and maybe beautiful every once in a while.
Straight White Boy Problem #854

girlss.s…….why do you put so much time into planning your outfittss?? like you dont neEd to put that much Time! Into your outfit! Maybe like use that time and…. .um…*thinking*.. and….use it to… to get…uhhh….good grades!

*looking at my closet* ummmm… bro i don’t have a shirt I can wear with these khaki shorts haha I wore my navy polo tshirt 3 days ago so i am NOT wearing that polo tshirt AGAIN because I’m NOT trying to come off as a preppy dbag!!! ahhhhhhhhhH I need more clothes!!!

anonymous asked:

HCs on what the Chocobros' kids would get from them and their s/o? Like their traits and such? I feel like Ignis' kid would get a form of his accent, maybe not the whole thing, but certain syllables and such.

This is such a sweet request! Thank you for sending it in! <3 Short headcanons for all the boys- I really hope that this was what you were after! *sweat drops*

Tagging some pals: @blindbae, @itshaejinju, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @hypaalicious, @diabolik-trash-heap, @louisvuittontrashbags ,@neko-otaku13, @ridingchocobros, @rubyphilomela, @dirtyffxvconfession, @stunninglyignis and @lady-asuka <3 :)


Noctis: Personally, I think that Noctis would have two kids. One boy and one girl. The boy would be older, so that he can protect his baby sister. The boy would inherit his mother’s energy, hair colour and penchant for organisation- but he would have Noctis’ hypnotic midnight blue eyes. Meanwhile, Noctis’ daughter would be daddy’s little girl. Honestly, the two both love sleeping, and are both grouchy when they’re woken up. They nap together in the afternoons, and Noctis always takes his daughter’s side when she’s being reprimanded about leaving messes all about the Citadel. She has her mother’s eyes thought- kind, strong and determined.


Prompto: Prompto’s son is legitimately a baby version of himself. Just… without the emotional baggage. He’s giggly, he’s obsessed with toy guns *pew pew pew* and he LOVES his food. Because of his love of food, Prompto’s son was a little on the chubbier side when he was growing up. But when he hit his teens and had his growth spurt, his son grew lean and fit- like his father. His son has cute little dimples on his cheeks when he smiles really hard, and his eyes shut with the intensity of his beams. Blond hair, and brown eyes- like his mother… Prompto Argentum’s son is a charmer, and the quick to fluster boy doesn’t even know it!


Gladio: Gladio’s daughter looks like an absolute angel. The Amicitia genes are very strong, and so Gladio’s little girl resembles himself and Iris more than his significant other. Still, the sweet little girl does have her mother’s single dimple smile, her chatty personality and calm temperament. Thank the Astrals for that, or else Gladio would be breaking up bar fights for days. His little girl is absolutely in love with books- fiction, non-fiction, atlases, academic journals- you name it! She will read anything and be able to summarise the key points of what she read like no other. Her intelligence is only rivalled by Ignis’ eldest child- a son who is his mirror image- and that young man is the only one who can rile up her Amicitia temper. (She low key ends up getting married to this young man!)


Ignis: He has a son who brings the older Crownsguard members déjà vu. Tawny blond hair, soft and combed neatly around his head, deep brown eyes just like his mother’s and a few speckles of freckles (daww that sounds so cute!) upon his lightly tanned cheeks. He’s inherited his father’s poor vision, and so he wears glasses from a young age. He has his mother’s spitfire personality though, and his favourite pass time is to rile up Gladio’s daughter because he just inherently enjoys seeing her annoyed reactions. He’s kind, caring, and a bit of a trickster at heart- but he knows when to reign it in and be responsible. He does like to imitate his father on occasion, much to Ignis’ and his wife’s amusement.

When in Rome (Ethan x FemReader) part one?

Originally posted by crankgooseplays

(( gif not mine - love ))

(A/n): SHOT THROUGH THE HEART

AND YOU’RE TOO LATE

Request:  hi!! I wanted to request something because you’re a REALLY good writer. What I was wondering if you could write an Ethan x fem!Reader where Reader was supposed to go on vacation with the fam but they had exams to finish so their parents decided to just fly out and then fly Reader out once exams were done but the parents misclicked or something and booked a flight to LA and Reader can’t get a flight back until the month is over and Ethan hears them on the phone like “what do you MEAN I’m not suppose to be in LA, that’s what the plane ticket said!” Followed by something liked “yOU MISCLICKED? IM STUCK IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY FOR A MONTH W/ NOTHING BUT A CHARGER AND FIVE CENTS” and Ethan(maybe the whole team too) overhears and they’re like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ lets be nice and then something starts to ;) happen between Ethan and Reader. I’m SO sorry if it’s too specific, change it to how you think will work for you!

Warnings: lmao angry bean reader

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Dragging along the airport was almost a relief. (Y/n) wasn’t one that was afraid of flights, not at all. She actually quite enjoyed them. But, this flight in particular seemed so shitty, that even she despised it.

Children screeching, people snoring.

Lucky it was illegal, because (Y/n) would have locked several children in with the cargo.

Having forgotten her headphones meant that she was able to listen to her luggage wheels charm the airports heavy air. It was late- or early. Three in the morning early, yet the girl was energized. Ready.

Queer, though, how this airport did run her memory.

Just before they had left, her parents took time to explain what the airport layout looked like and what exit her cab would be at.

Where (Y/n) was at now, looked nothing like what was described to her.

She kept walking, tossing out her phone and trying the home button a couple times.

“Dead…” the girl uttered.

(Y/n) rolled (e/c) eyes, and directed her path instead through groups of sleepy people to a public pay phone.

Standing up her bag, (Y/n) released the handle and grabbed the phone. She offered it several coins, dialed a number and waited.

Peering around, she viewed many different people. Quite lively, she thought, for three in the morning. Decent amount of folk were walking about the airport; grabbing luggage, casing through arrival gates.

“Hello?”

The phone finally picked up.

“Mom?”

“Oh hey, hon. Did you just land?”

“Yeah…”

(Y/n)’s words were almost drawn out and suspicious. She continued to look about as she spoke.

“You’re in L.A, right?”

“Yeah.” she repeated.

“Well, we’re in, uh, London.”

For a couple of moments, the girl stared off at a far wall. Then she said:

“I’m not in London, mom; I’m in L.A.” (Y/n)’s statement was weary “That is where we are vacationing, right? Los Angeles?”

“Ah, no. We found out just before you had landed that you’re dad misclicked on the booking website… but your phone was dead, so I didn’t have anyway of telling you…”

“He.. misclicked…” (Y/n) said slowly.

“Well yeah.”

“Mom-”

Quickly, the heat rose to (Y/n)’s head. She did not, by any means, want to be told at three in the morning that she was in an entirely different country than planned.

Alright, this night got even worse.

“MOm, you mean I’m in bloody L.A for no reason?”

Her mom coughed awkwardly on the line “It gets better-”

“Oh, joy.”

“See, we won’t be able to get you out here until that bonus check comes in at the end of the month.”

“You mean I’m here for a fucking month?”

“Well dear, he misclicked the loca–”

“WHAT dO YOU MEAN HE MISCLICKED? YOU left mE IN AMERICa WITH NOTHING bUT A CHARgER AND A COUPLE BUcKS!”

The confrontation went on. (Y/n)’s voice kept wavering volume, and she became blind to those around her. Eventually, a small pool of people gather around her, listening idly.

Among those several, stood out a group of four. A tall brunette, a shorter looking brunette, a slim boy with blue hair, and a nice looking girl with yellow hair.

“Mom, you do realise I have no where to fucking go right? I’m not supposed to be in L.A…”

(Y/n)’s words became all but futile when her mom eventually hurried herself off the line, and hung up.

“Guys, she’s stuck here…” mumbled the short brunette, turning to look at the taller man.

“Mark, don’t even–”

“We could house her for like, a couple weeks, and then see if we can maybe fix her problem?” the blue boy then pushed.

The tall male sighed heavily, dropping his head so his eyes could pierce the tiled floor.

“Well,” he inquired.

“I really don’t care. I’m jet lagged to shit, we just got back from PAX, I’m still in the generous mood; just get her and let’s go.”

Mark began to smile gaily, spinning back around to see (Y/n) place down the phone and sigh irritably. The rest of the grouped travelers began to taper off.

“Here, uh, Mark and Ethan will, uh, stay here? And Tyler and I will go get, a cab…” said the yellow haired girl, facing the tall male for confirmation. He nodded to her, and they directed themselves on their way.

“Fucking, fuck, fuck sake…” (Y/n) breathed, coursing a hand through her hair before turning right. There, she ran into Mark.

“Oh, sorry!” said Mark, looking almost frantic.

“No, no I’m sorry. Wasn’t paying attention.” the girl said quickly, stepping aside to walk away from him.

“Wait-!” called the youtuber.

(Y/n) didn’t want to have to deal with this, no, not at all. She turned back around, and taped on her best grin.

“I just overheard what you were saying…” Mark begun to explain. (Y/n)’s facial expression took on a look of exasperated shock “and you know, I came to offer a place to stay? Not just alone with me-! With myself, Ethan, Tyler, Kathryn, and Amy. My house mates, kinda…”

She didn’t say anything. Peering down, she looked at the plane ticket she held within her hand. L.A, huh?

“I mean…” then (Y/n) began to mumble “I don’t want to impose…”

“Not at all!” Ethan smiled when he appeared at Mark’s side “We’re offering.”

(Y/n) charmed them with a thankful look. Ethan was able to see her face fully now. He was roped in by her eyes, and couldn’t seem to bring himself to a focus.

“Alright, well…” the girl sighed and gave the two boys a real smile “I have nothing much to lose.”

Mark beamed back to her, gesturing for her to follow them. He led the way, allowing Ethan and (Y/n) to talk behind him.

“My name is Ethan.” he said cheerfully, looking down as they walked. The girl beside him smiled a thoughtful grin at Mark’s back.

“I thought as much. I’m (Y/n).”

The male took a moment to hear she had said before he replied with a heart in his mouth.

“You know who I am?”

“No.” replied (Y/n) “You just don’t look like much of a Kathryn.”

“Oh, right…”

The girl chuckled at his reaction, glancing at him curiously as the three of them walked. He seemed very genuine for someone she had just met. Offering her a house and kindness at three in the morning might not have been an easy feat for everyone. Ethan surely peaked (Y/n)’s interest; just a certain charm about him.

“Soo, airport girl, what’s up?” Mark asked, grinning back at her over his shoulder.

“Well, my parents and I were supposed to be going on a holiday in London. But I had to stay back for school stuff, so they flew me out later in the week.” the (size) girl began to explain, cutting through her words once with a resentful exhale “Turns out they suck at computers and clicked ‘L.A’ instead of ‘London’ for my flight location…”

“Yikes-” said Mark, sparing her a thoughtful glance. She gave him back an apologetic smile.

The group turned up at a far exit, where outside the door waited a cab containing Tyler and Amy.

Mark kindly swooped in beside (Y/n) and stole her luggage, hiding it away in the trunk for her. She thanked him.

“Alright, she can either sit beside Mark or Ethan.” offered Tyler. The mentioned brunette hoped in the very back beside Tyler and one empty seat. In front of him sat Amy, Ethan and the other empty seat.

(Y/n)’s answer came quickly, and kindly; very sure.

“I’ll sit next to Ethan.”

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(A/n): Hi yeah this is pretty shit so I’m going to make a part two for it

don’t worry, I’ll make it better

Introducing the POC!Potter Week of March 19th-25th, from @emmelinevvance and @swearwolflupin!

What this is: If you didn’t already know, the two of us are talking practically 24/7, which means we see all the same things and if one of us hasn’t seen something, the other will probably send it to them sooner or later. Both of us have noticed something pretty obvious - the lack of people of color, aka POC, in the HP fandom. Even if the character is minor, they’re immediately fancast as white (can you sense how salty we are?). According to Emily, “Ok I’m always a slut for jily and I love all edits of them, but I’m also so sick of James being cast as Pasty Generic White Boy™,” which brings us to this!

How it works:

  1. Reblog this post, and if you’re participating, send us an ask and we’ll add you to the page!
    1. If you’re not participating, maybe tag it as signal boost? That way we’ll know who’s who.
    2. In the ask, give us a one to two line description of you please! Or a short quote you like :)
  2. Tag us in your creations in the first five tags (We’ll be tracking #pocpotterweek)
  3. Make sure it includes some mention of a character as a person of color, unless they’re canon poc!
  4. For types of creations: be sure to send your questions our way if you’re not positive about anything!! Adiba’s South Asian and Emily’s white-passing with Armenian roots so we’ll try our best to answer them!
    1. Fanart/Gifsets/Edits/Aesthetics: The fancast should be POC! Mixed race and white-passing counts, if anyone was wondering, and so do Jewish fancasts!
    2. Fanfic: Describe their appearance or have them do something that makes it clear they’re poc: (for example, have the character use a second language, have them study a language for their culture, etc.)
    3. Playlists: The fancast in the cover should be POC or a song should be in a different language/talk about being POC!
    4. Submitting headcanons to the @hp-headcanon blog (which we also run): Essentially the same rules as the fanfic!
  5. We’ll reblog your posts!! We’ll tag them with your url and the type of creation ^.^ 
  6. Even if you don’t participate, follow us to see everyone’s amazing creations! And maybe our blogs too ;)

The themes:

  • Sunday - Marauders Era
  • Monday - OOTP/Death Eaters/Hogwarts Professors
  • Tuesday - Lightning Era
  • Wednesday - Founders Era
  • Thursday - Favorite Ship
  • Friday - Next Gen Era
  • Saturday - Your Choice!

One last thing - We’re posting this early to ensure that everyone gets to see this, please reblog this to spread the word ^.^ We’re incredibly excited to see all of these!

The Vanilla Chronicles: Min Yoongi

Prompt:  Yoongi smut where the reader overhears Yoongi’s conversation about their sex life with another band member or friend and he was saying that she was boring or something and she decided to surprise him one day??? if that makes any sense?? thanks have a nice day/night!! xx

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: Sub!Yoongi

**THIS WAS FUCKING FUN TO WRITE // YOONGI IS MY NUMBER ONE BIAS WRECKER!

**Totally plays into my belief of BTS reeking of subission

**Constructive feedback is always welcomed!

**BTS smut/angst/fluff requests are open!

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Little Vixen (Cheryl x Reader)

Prompt: Hi I was wondering if you could write something where the reader (female reader) is a river vixen and has a crush on Cheryl and somehow tricks her into thinking she needs help learning some moves for cheerleading just so she can spend more time with her? Maybe some fluff and/or smut? It’s totally up to you, though. Thanks. :)

A/N: I changed it a bit but hopefully you still like it!! I used “Touch” by Little Mix in this! xxx

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Little Vixen (Cheryl x Reader)

You joined the Vixens for one reason. Cheryl Blossom in a short skirt.

Everyone knew the fiery redhead had your attention. And Boy, did she have your attention.

You were known for flirting with everyone and loved to make out with anyone willingly.

But no one came close to Cheryl and her cherry stained lips. God, You wanted to take a bite of her.

“(Y/n)?” fingers snap your mildly inappropriate thoughts away.

You turn and see Veronica Lodge grinning at you. “Staring at her isn’t going to help anything.” Her smug voice making you sigh. You were pretty hopeless.

“I just need to get her alone but that’s impossible.” You groan as Betty joins the conversation.

“Just ask her to help you out with some moves. God knows you don’t actually pay attention during practice.” Betty shrugs.

“I can’t just do that. Plus she’d probably make Tina or Ginger help me.” Veronica rolls her eyes and calls the redhead over.

“What are you three hens gossiping about?” She places her perfectly manicured hands on her hips.

“About how (Y/n) needs to work on her moves. Betty and I think you should help her instead of us as you are so much better.” Veronica links arms with you and gives you a wink.

Cheryl stares at you for a moment before nodding. “Alright. We can stay after practice is finished.” She flips her hair and walks off.

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“Now you just have to pull your sexy moves on her. Show her that you’re a little Vixen.” V gives you a smirk and walks off with Betty.

Show her that you’re a little Vixen.

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seventeen in a nutshell
  • s.coups: im the leader and im taking no shit from y'all (except jeonghan maybe but you didn't hear that nope)
  • jeonghan: long hair, short hair, i look good either way
  • joshua: #praying4uhoes
  • hoshi: *singing/rapping in korean* naEGA HOSH
  • wonwoo: i can make anyone fall for me with my charms
  • dk: MY SMILE CAN GROW FLOWERS
  • woozi: nO I AM NOT A DWARF STFU YALL I HATE YOU
  • seungkwan: a victim of vernon's attempts at affection
  • vernon: "my boo", "seungkwan", "boo seungkwan"
  • dino: call me diamond maknae bitches [20 minutes later] "i'm jeonghan's baby"
  • mingyu: visual visual visual visual talent
  • jun: smh pledis u wasting talent by not giving this boi enough lines
  • the8: ^ also
“A Nobody” - Isaac Lahey

Originally posted by thewolfbitme

(not my gif)

REQUEST: (Y/N) is evil (kinda like void Stiles) and she has a soft spot for Isaac.
(I feel like this isn’t even close to what the anon requested but this is how it turned out so I hope you guys will like it regardless.)


On the outside, (Y/N) looked like a normal teenage girl. But on the inside, nothing but darkness and emptyness could be found.

When (Y/N) had arrived in Beacon Hills, Scott McCall had instantly known something was off about the new girl. He had wished his instincts were wrong but soon after the arrival of the pretty-looking girl, chaos started to spread in Beacon Hills like a disease. People were brutally murdered or went mysteriously missing and the pack knew (Y/N) had something to do with it all.

“She doesn’t look like a murderer, though.” Isaac declared while the group of friends was on their lunch break.
“Wha- Is he serious?” Stiles asked his best friend, Scott. “This girl looks like the devil!” He added.
“I’m just saying, maybe she is innocent.” Isaac shrugged.
“No, she’s not. Did you take a good look at her? It’s like staring into the depth of nothingness. She is evil, and you guys know I can detect evil better than anyone.” Stiles said and Isaac rolled his eyes at the skinny and sarcastic teenage boy.
“Stiles is right. Something is off about her.” Scott stated.
“I can feel it too.” Lydia nodded.
“What can you feel, Lydia?” Allison asked, frowning.
“Death.” Lydia said after a short while.
Everytime the banshee was near (Y/N), she could feel the darkness eat away her soul and all the happiness being sucked out of her life. It was a very unpleasant feeling, even for someone like Lydia – to whom death had become a part of her daily life.
“If she is the one killing people, we have to stop her.” Scott declared and his eyes glowed a bright red for a second before going back to their original color.

The next morning, (Y/N) didn’t show up to school and the pack felt panic spreading quickly into their veins. School was the easiest way to keep an eye on (Y/N) without looking too suspicious, but now they had to find (Y/N) before someone else got hurt.
The pack didn’t find (Y/N) until nightfall. Scott had got a call from his mom, Melissa McCall, saying he needed to come to the hospital right away, and judging from the panic in her voice, Scott knew something terrible had happened and he figured they would find (Y/N) at the center of it all.
The moment Scott, Allison, Lydia, Stiles and Isaac walked through the doors of Beacon Hills Memorial, they saw many people lying in a pool of their own blood. Scott had found his mom, frightened but unharmed – to his relief, and had ordered her to go home and lock herself inside the supernatural-protected house.
The pack had decided to split up – although Stiles insisted on staying close to his werewolf best friend, so they could cover more ground and find (Y/N) more quickly.

Isaac was walking quietly in the corridor on the third floor when his werewolf hearing picked up a heartbeat nearby. He walked into a room – which turned out to be the morgue, and found (Y/N) standing there, her back to him.
“(Y/N)?”  Isaac called carefully.
The teenage girl turned around slowly. She looked emotionless, but somehow pretty calm. Her skin and clothes were stained with blood as if she had taken a bath in her victims’ blood.
“I wouldn’t stay here if I were you.” (Y/N) said.
“Why? So you can kill more people?” Isaac said. There was no anger in his voice. Even if now he knew for sure that (Y/N) was the one behind the brutal murders in Beacon Hills, an odd feeling told him not to hurt or kill her, as if he still believed she could be innocent.
“Do you want me to start with you, pretty wolf?” (Y/N) asked blankly.
Isaac couldn’t help but notice that the girl’s voice sounded innocent, almost gentle but emptied of all emotions, and he failed to understand how could someone like (Y/N) could create so much chaos.
“What are you?“&#157; Isaac spoke his thoughts aloud.
"An abomination.” (Y/N) replied.
“This isn’t you.” Isaac stated, although he didn’t know the girl at all and couldn’t possibly know if she had once been different. “Something is posessing you.” He added, though unsure of his theory.
“You’re right, pretty wolf. I was posessed. But I’m not anymore, not when there is nothing left to posess.” (Y/N) said as if she was discussing the weather.
“What happened to you?”
“My soul got eaten up.” (Y/N) replied, her eyes piercing through Isaac’s.
“So you’re killing people just for the hell of it?” Isaac asked. This time, a hint of anger was present in his voice.
“Do you think I need a purpose to kill? Is that what you want me to tell your little friends when they will find you drowned in your own blood? That I took your life for a reason?” (Y/N) asked.
“You’re not going to kill me.” Isaac declared.

Isaac could see (Y/N) smirking a little even though the darkness of the night was hiding half of her angelic-looking face.
“What’s going to stop me? Your claws?” (Y/N) said, calmly.
“You’re not going to kill me.” Isaac repeated, although it was pretty obvious he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince (Y/N).
“It’s okay. Everyone begs for mercy at the end.” (Y/N) said as she walked closer to her next prey, Isaac.
“I can help you.”  Isaac said suddenly.
“Don’t you recognize a lost cause when you see one, pretty wolf?”
“I can help you go back to who you used to be.”
“I used to be a nobody. Who would want to go back to that?” (Y/N) said and for the first time since the beginning of their conversation, Isaac swore he heard sadness in the girl’s voice.
“You do.” Isaac declared and (Y/N) didn’t take another step. She was standing inches away from the werewolf.

A part of her couldn’t wait to slit his throat and watch as his blood stained the floor and until the very last drop left his body. But then, there was this part of her – tiny and well-hidden, which was forbidden her to hurt another soul, especially the one standing in front of her. But killing and destroying had been in her nature for so long, she couldn’t possibly avoid her fate. Or could she?
“I am a monster. I don’t deserve your help and your pity.” (Y/N) stated with anger.
“You’re not a monst-” Isaac couldn’t finish his sentence.
(Y/N) had placed a hand around his throat and was ready to rip it out with her own fingernails. Isaac’s jaw tightened but the boy stayed still.
“Fight back, pretty wolf.” (Y/N) said with her hand around his throat. “Fight back!” She shouted.
(Y/N)’s voice was no longer calm and gentle. There were finally emotions in her words. There was anger. There was sadness. There was humanity.

Isaac put his hand on the one that (Y/N) had placed around his throat. At the touch, (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock and confusion. Isaac drew (Y/N)’s hand away from his throat and the teenage girl let him do so.
“You’re not a monster.” Isaac finally said.
“You’re wrong. And you’re going to die because of it.” (Y/N) said but she stayed still. She didn’t try to kill Isaac. She couldn’t and she didn’t know why.

There was a heavy silence in the room while Isaac and (Y/N) stared into each other’s eyes. (Y/N) was still fighting off the urge to kill the werewolf, but why she was fighting it off, she didn’t know.
Then, Isaac gently placed a hand on (Y/N)’s cheek and she backed away as if his touch had bruned her skin. At this very moment, she felt something. Something other than anger or pain. Something she hadn’t felt in forever which is why it felt so odd and unfamiliar. And (Y/N) knew that whatever it was, she had to hold on to it, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t because even if it was as though she could finally see a light into the darkness, the light was so bright it was blinding her. She couldn’t because it felt like someone was riping her soul out all over again. She couldn’t because after feeling nothing for so long, the pain was agonizing.
“Don’t fight back.” Isaac said quietly as he watched the girl struggling not to let any light in into her darkened mind. He could see her pushing all emotions away and it seemed to be strongly hurting her.

Suddenly, an arrow pierced (Y/N)’s body and she gasped. Isaac’s eyes widened and he turned around to see Allison throwing another arrow at (Y/N).
“Allison, stop!” Isaac shouted.
“Get out of the way, Isaac!” Allison shouted back, convinced that she was rescuing her friend and doing him a favor by killing the enemy.
“No! Stop!” Isaac shouted but Allison threw another arrow and (Y/N) collapsed onto the floor.
With three arrows piercing through her body, (Y/N) gasped for air as she laid almost motionless on the floor of the morgue, her blood staining her clothes and skin as it mixed with the dry blood of her latest victims.
Isaac hurried at her side while Allison watched him, confused. Isaac held (Y/N) in his arms as the girl struggled to breathe.
“What have you done?” Isaac shouted.
“I- I thought-” Allison stuttered, extremely confused.
“Get out! Go find help!” Isaac shouted urgently.
Allison stayed still, wondering if she had just badly injured an innocent.
“Now, Allison!” Isaac shouted and the huntress ran out of the room to go and get help.
“You’re gonna be okay, (Y/N).” Isaac said quietly as blood stained (Y/N)’s lips.

But Isaac knew what just came out of his mouth was a lie and (Y/N) knew it too. She couldn’t breathe. She was dying and she was okay with it. She wanted the pain to stop. It wasn’t her physical injuries that was hurting her. But while her body was pain-free, everything inside was agonizing. The pain which she felt on the inside was what was killing her. Her mind was on fire, her soul – which she believed to be long gone, was being torn apart by the strong and unbearable feeling of love and of life.
“I’m sorry.” Isaac whispered, fighting off the urge to scream and cry for someone he hardly even knew.
“It’s okay.” (Y/N) whispered as her body went still. “I was made to kill, not to love.”

And then her eyes were closed and a single tear fell down her face. Crying was so foreign to her, but that’s how she knew. She had been forbidden to feel, and the moment Isaac set her free from the never-ending darkness and chaos, death came crawling back to take her soul. And this time, she was never getting it back ever again. Isaac was the first person to see (Y/N) for who she used to be and not who she had become. He was the first person to see her as a human being and not as a monster. And that’s what gave (Y/N) a piece of her humanity back: to be reminded of who she used to be and not blamed for who she was now. Because everybody should be reminded of what they’ve lost in order to get it back. And as the pain exploded in her body into a thousand flames, she knew she was herself again. She was a nobody again, a nobody at all.

I don’t shoplift because I’m a grown-up, but every time I need something from Walmart, the loss prevention dude stays so close to me that we might as well be grinding on each other.

It’s like I’m at prom in hell and the theme is low, low prices.

Like, if you want to go on this shopping journey with me, all you have to do is ask. I’m down. Let’s do it, my man. It would be way less weird than what’s going on now. You’ve been staring at the Katy Perry lipsticks for, like, ten straight minutes. And I know they’re not for you, because you look like you haven’t used chapstick in ten thousand years.

And what teenage boy wears a bluetooth? Just give it up, Caleb, or whatever the hell your name is. I know you work here. Your cover’s blown. Might as well just come hold my hand at this point, since you’re so worried that I’m going to find a way to stuff an entire box of tampons into my workout shorts.

Or maybe you have a crush on me, but also a bondage fetish, and so you’re trying to get me arrested so you can confirm that I look good in handcuffs before you ask me out. That’s fine, but whatever it is, just be upfront about it so we can quit playing this game. I’m tired. Get it together.

FTM Passing Tips #2

Please excuse my poor humor (;

(Short dude problems)
I am with you, brother. Here are some tips for my homies:

- Shirts and pants with vertical stripes make you appear taller. Just don’t stand next to tall titan people.

- Tighter pants makes your legs look thinner, therefore making you look taller.  

- Nothing wrong with being short. You could land some clothes in the boys department. I found my favorite Avengers shirt in that section. 

- Creepers/platform shoes are so rad, man. They add a few centimeters to your height and look hella punk rock.

- Jackets and coats that cover your bunbuns are comfy, but they make you look short. Maybe you can add a pair of creepers and a beanie and call yourself a tall punk rock homie.

- If you find a pair of pants that are too long, you can fold the bottoms up.


More tips:

- Make sure your shirt collar isn’t too loose around your neck. Tightening your bowtie or tie might help make your collar shirt appear more of a good fit on you. But be careful not to tighten it too much.

- CHEATING BOWTIE TRICK: I used to sew bows for my sisters to put in their hair, and I had some leftovers without bobby pins. I had an idea to use a string and tie the bow around my neck as a ghetto bowtie and it looked like a fine ass bowtie. Search up “bow no sew tutorial”. 

After making a bow, just pull a string that’s long enough to tie around your neck comfortably through that little middle loop and tuck the tied string ends under you collar shirt. Tadahhh $5 or less bowtie :D

- Longer vests hide them curvy hips, bruh.

- Trench coats are nice. Makes you feel like a badass fallen angel (;

- Fixing the seams of your clothes can help make a better fit for your body. You can even take old, baggy clothes and resew them as new ones.

- TWEEEEEED. Tweed is good. Makes you look like a polished gentleman. 

- Newsboy hats are pretty swell. Easy fix for a bad hair day. 

- Caps and snapbacks are cool too. 

- There are several makeup tutorials on making yourself look more masculine. Just Google “crossplay” or “ftm” makeup. The main tips are to contour your jawline, nose, cheekbones, neutralize the color of your lips a little with a dab of concealer, and fill in your eyebrows. 

- *Morgan Freeman’s voice* OLD SPICE.

- A pair of oxford and chukka shoes can take you far with most outfits. Yes, even in pjs and sweats. Just watch out for the fashion police. 

- Binders are awesome and will flatten your chest.
DON’T USE ACE BANDAGES NO NO NO
And don’t get a cheap $10 binder from China on Amazon if you plan to wear one daily. I bought one, but the material was not elastic. I rarely wear it. But it works fine if you’re cosplaying.

- Sport bras are a good substitute for binders. The ones designed to compress breasts are even better.

- Socks can get you a male yoohoo bulge. And it’ll keep your yoohoo warm during the cold winter! It’s like a sweater for your yoohoo! Oh my god, I’m never getting a date…

- Watches are great. But POCKETWATCHES, MMM YAS

- Polo shirts look good. Darker colored polos will help hide your chest.

- KNITTED SWEATERSasdfgljkklhsda;

- You can get a lot of male clothes from WalMart or Target. Don’t underestimate Walmart’s clothing selections. You can get work out gear, Hanes or Fruit of the Looms boxers, briefs, superhero t-shirts for less than $10, plain t-shirts, basically a whole wardrobe at these two stores. So instead of going to GAP and spending half of your rent on a few things, you can probably get a cartload of clothes and stop by for a dvd and some snacks at Walmart. 

- If you want to start a new wardrobe, buy simple and neutral-colored clothes first. It’s easier to mix and match black, white, gray, beige, and navy blue colored pants and shirts together than say, green, mahogany, red, and light blue. 

- Check out minimal fashion. It’s simple and uses basic colors for each outfit, usually black and white. 

- H & M has a wide variety of nice-looking clothes. I would say it has a better quality and designs compared to Forever 21.

- If you’re too lazy or shy to shop around at the mall, try online shopping. 

- If you’re buying cheap t-shirts or any other clothing on Ebay or Amazon, MAKE SURE TO CHECK THE REVIEWS. I ordered a design t-shirt from China a few months back but it has never been shipped to me.

- AND WATCH OUT FOR THE SIZES. Check your measurements. Asian clothings are mostly one size smaller. Not all sizes are universal. A small size for males can be a medium for females. I bought a coat online WHICH IS PRETTY RISKY that was a size small but ended up being too big for me. Ended up Christmas gifting it for my dad.

- Barbershops are better for male haircuts than hair salons, or so I’ve heard.

- LONG HAIR CAN BE MANLY. PULL OFF A MAN BUN. KEEP IT DOWN AND LOOK LIKE A LEAD GUITARIST FOR A DEATH METAL BAND. TIE IT IN A LOW PONYTAIL, PUT ON A PAIR OF AVIATOR GLASSES AND A SUIT, AND VOILA YOU LOOK LIKE A BADASS HITMAN

Thank you guys for all the notes on my 1st FTM tips post. I felt that I’ve done good and offered a helping hand to people. You guys take care (’ v ’)/


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And here’s some more recent tips:

- Guys usually stick their chests outward and keep their shoulders back rather than hunch over. This posture would help boast your confidence.
- If you want to start working out but are afraid of working out in a public gym, find a work-out buddy to support you or exercise at home with free weights. USE YOUR SURROUNDINGS. TEXTBOOKS CAN BE USED AS FREE WEIGHTS. BENCHPRESS YOUR ELECTRIC GUITAR.
- Be careful when working out while wearing your binder. You may have to take longer breaks. If it helps, wear your binders a tad bit looser.
- Pick up dancing, martial arts, tennis, rock climbing, swimming, or any form of physical exercise to keep your body and brains healthy.
- When you’re coming up with a work-out plan, balance out cardio and weight-training days. You have to do cardio to help you tone your body.
- Some foods can help you lower your estrogen levels and increase your testosterone. Here are some: tuna, oysters, egg yolk, cabbage, asparagus, garlic, bananas, almonds.
- Lean your head back. Take a deep breath. Now exhale. You got this, man. Don’t worry. You look great.
- DONT LET NOBODY TELL YOU THAT THE STUFF YOU DO MAKES YOU LOOK FEMININE LIKE WTF GUYS CAN USE MAKEUP GUYS CAN KNIT AND COOK AND WEAR HIGH CROP TOPS THERE ARE NO SUCH THING AS GENDER LABELS DO WHAT YOU FEEL BE WHO YOU ARE AND FUCK ANYBODY WHO DENIES YOUR IDENTITY BECAUSE THE ONLY THING THATS INVALID IS THEIR FUCKING IGNORANCE

Buzzkill (Bellamy Blake x reader)

Anon requested:

18 and 26 prompts with Bellamy Blake please? 

18. “You’re cute, can I keep you?”

26. “yeah I know he/she’s cute. But he/she’s mine.Touch him/her and I’ll kill you”

-I feel like I could’ve written better but Oh god I hope you like it :)-

(Y/n) wasn’t exactly sure what she felt for Bellamy. She never felt quite so giddy every time someone walked into the room, or so breathless everytime she hears his voice.

Naturally, (Y/n) was a flirt. She loved coaxing boys because she knows what she effect she has to them.

That was how she got in the sky box in the first place. She stole stuff using her charm. Her friends told her that she’d get in trouble, but she never listened, being the stubborn girl she is.

“Hey, Bellamy,” she smiled at the older boy who was counting ammunitions. Bellamy rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hold back smile. “What?”

“You’re cute, can I keep you?” (Y/n) fluttered her eyelashes innocently.

“Smooth, (Y/n),” he said, chuckling.

(Y/n) was tired of being ignored by Bellamy. He’d smile at her or laugh along with her, maybe even give her short replies, but that was it.

She wandered to the interior of Arkadia. She supposed that from now on, it was home.

“I didn’t expect you to be here,” said a small voice, but the room gave it the effect that made it seem louder than it really is.

“Monty,” (Y/n) smiled. Monty and her lived in the same corridor when they were younger. He was the closest person she got to a brother.

“Can I tell you something?” asked (Y/n) nervously. “like.. can I ask you for advice?”

*

Monty stared blankly at (Y/n) as she finished her story.

“You’re in love,” he said shortly, followed with a smile. “You’re in love!” he exclaimed.

(Y/n) blushed. “I am not,” she said stubbornly.

“Yes you are!” Monty exclaimed. Hugging the girl and spinning her around. Monty was happy for her. After all this time, she finally found somebody.

“Did you tell him? Make a move or anything?” asked Monty excitedly.

(Y/n) shrugged, “I told him my usual pick up line this morning.”

Monty knew this pick up line. It was adorable, but (Y/n) often over used it. “Let me guess,” he said, “’You’re cute, can I keep you?’

The girl nodded. “Yes.”

A cough was suddenly heard from the other end of the corridor.

Bellamy.

“H-how long have you been there?” (Y/n) stuttered, embarrassed.

Bellamy had something in his eyes. That’s when (Y/n) realized it was anger. “Not long.”

Without a warning, Bellamy pushed Monty back, “Listen, I know she’s cute but she’s mine. Touch her and I’ll kill you,” he said, fisting Monty’s shirt.

“Hey,” Monty said in a small voice, “This is a misunderstanding. It’s not what you think it is.”

“Yeah?” Bellamy said, his tone rising. He wasn’t buying it.

“Look, man, I’d never date her,” Monty said, louder this time, “She’s like my sister. It would be like, incest.”

Bellamy calmed down after this explanation. He faced (Y/n), who had her arms crossed on her chest, confidence written all over her posture. “Since you assaulted the closest thing I had to a brother just because you thought he was hitting on me, I’m willing to bet that you like me too.”

“Wait,” Bellamy said, “You feel the same way?”

(Y/n) shrugged shyly. “I think so.”

“Good, now kiss it make out or something,” Monty said. He ruined the moment.

(Y/n) rolled his eyes, pulling Bellamy away hand in hand. “What a buzzkill.”

-

PROMPTS

anonymous asked:

Peter meeting Tony's son peter Parker

(I made Peter younger in this one, hope thats alright anon!)

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“So do you wanna eat something with me after the meeting?” asks Peter and Tony looks at him.

How do you say no to someone if you really wanna see yes?

“I… i don’t know…” whispers Tony back and Fury looks at him.

“Want to share it with the class, Stark?” asks Fury and Tony slides a bit down in his seat.

Steve sends him an angry glare. Normally Tony wouldn’t mind, but after the civil war… he tries really hard to be good. And the Guardians are new in their team…well they aren’t really in there team…but helping them.

Tony loves them. Because they always treat him good.

“Come on.” whispers Peter and he smiles so beautiful, that Tony nods.

Steves glares again. And even Bucky growls.

*

“Pepper please i need you to help me.” whines Tony an hour later when he is back at his apartment. Peter is going to meet him in exactly 20 minutes and he has no one to watch after his son.

“And you know that i love to look after Peter. But i’m in Tokyo what do you expect me to do?” laughs Pepper and Tony smiles at her.

She isn’t Peters real mother but she treated him always so well. Peter loves his Aunty a lot.

“What about Rhodey?” asks Tony and Pepper rolls her eyes. She smiles fondly.

“You and i both know that he is laying behind me in the bed.” laughs Pepper and Tony can see that Rhodey holds up a thumb now in the video feed. Tony giggles.

“You two are way too cute.” sighs Tony and Pepper winks at him.

“What about next week? Rhodey and i would take Peter then.” says Pepper and Tony nods.

“Well i guess i have to cancel the date. I mean i could give Peter to Steve or anyone. But i still…don’t trust them.” says Tony and Pepper nods.

“I understand that. And i’m sorry.” says Pepper and Tony shakes his head.

“Not your fault. I wished…i just wished Peter had a real family.” says Tony and he tries to blink his tears away.

He hears a door then and quickly says his goodbyes to Pepper and Rhodey.

“Peter i told you not to open any doors when…” begins Tony and when he enters the living room he stops.

Because there are two Peters in his living room. oh no.

“Daddy look! I found a friend.” says his son and grins proudly. Peter sits in front of him on the couch and gets his hair done.

Peter loves it to braid anyones hair. And now the big Peter as a few little pigtails. Tony can’t help it, but he giggles.

“Hey Tony.” says Peter and he smiles so beautifully again.

“Hey.” whispers Tony back and he needs to sit down.

Well you see. Normally nobody gets to meet his son. Pepper and Rhodey are the godparents, so of course Peter is their little sunshine. His son also knows the avengers…but he doesn’t like them anymore…after everything.

And since that he is very carefully with that. Not everybody knows that he has a son.

“I didn’t know you had such a beautiful kid.” says Peter and the little Peter giggles.

“Daddy he said i’m beautiful!” shrieks Petey and Tony smiles.

“Course you are.” he answers easily, because his son is beautiful, thank you.

“Beautiful just like his dad.” says Peter and Tony looks down. It doesn’t seems like a problem for Peter, that Tony has a son. He seems like he adores it.

Tony blushes.

“He also told me his name was Peter.” says the big Peter and Tony nods. Well what a coincidence.

“Daddy calls me Petey and sometimes sunshine.” explains Petey then and Peter laughs.

“That fits you really well! Can you tell me how old you are?” asks Peter than and his son holds five fingers up.

“I’m five already! Means im almost allowed in the lab and can build my own r-r-robot! But daddy says i can start whenever i want he won’t pr-pressure me into something.” says Petey and Peter looks back at Tony.

“Sounds like Tony is a good dad?” he says and Petey nods.

“He is the best.” giggles Petey and blows his daddy a kiss. Tony smiles at his son.

“So what do you say Junior do you wanna go to the park with your dad and me? We can eat something together later.” says Peter and Petey jumps up and down.

“Can…can we go to the swings? I love them!” says Petey and Peter laughs at that.

“We can do anything you want.” he says and when Tony reaches for their coats, Peter helps his son to tie his shoes. Tony smiles down at them.

Half a hour later they are sitting on a park bench and Petey is on his swings.

“Daddy, Peter! Look!” squeaks Peter every two minutes and whenever he does it Peter and Tony wave towards him.

“So…” starts Tony then and fiddles with his hands.

“I like him.” answers Peter easily and Tony looks back at him.

“You do?” asks Tony carefully and Peter smiles.

“Of course i do! He is just like you. How could i not love him?” he asks and Tony chokes.

When Petey yells again Peter stands up and goes over to him. Peter takes the little boy on his lap and starts to swing a bit higher. But Tony can see how he holds Petey tightly and is careful with him.

Mabye…yeah maybe Peter is somebody who would treat Tony and especially his son like they deserve.

anonymous asked:

Your hc's are so good! Can you do one where RFA + V + Saeran react to MC teasing them for days, maybe weeks even, but never making hanky panky? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hello there! This is my first ever HC in my whole life. OMG. I really enjoyed writing this. <3 sending love to you anon

-Mod Fluffy.


Yoosung

  • Poor boy thinks that he’s such a pervert.
  • Shit. Yoosung. Focus. What are you thinking ?!
  • “Yoosungiee~~ Can you hand me the towel? I forgot to bring it here" Yaas MC, it’s the fourth time that you forgot that goddamn towel in a week.
  • Blushing meSS.
  • It’s been like, 5 days when you decided to wear his hoodie over your short shorts while he was playing LOLOL. “Yoosungiee~~” you said as you slowly walked towards him and sat on his lap.
  • Poor bby doesn’t know what to do “M-MC! Oh my god. ”
  • You smiled seductively and gave him a peck on the cheek. He stared at you, unable to move.He can feel heat slowly getting into every inch of his body. You slowly moved closer while still looking into his eyes.
  • Melts like fucking cheese on top of pizza.
  • Okay. Self Control. I. Need. You. Now.
  • You sheepishly grin “Oh. Your hero just died, I’m sorry I distracted you. I’ll go ahead and sleep.” You got of from his lap and went ahead.
  • Wait- WHAT?!
  • MC. WHyieeeee?
  • Sulks all night long and looks at you like a puppy who didn’t got a treat the next day.

ZEN

  • He won’t last a day. Or so you thought.
  • Is really good at ignoring your erotic back stretching with matching moans and intense eye contact.
  • You decided to take a shower while he was on the bed- reading his script. You bravely got out of the bathroom with only a towel on you to see ZEN the Knight~~~ but sleeping.
  • You’ve been doing the same routine for three days but there’s no reaction but a couple of choking and mumbling plus a few seconds of Zen closing his eyes- chanting a silent mantra.
  • You were eating breakfast when you suddenly stared at him right into the eye.
  • “M-MC? What’s wrong?”
  • You slowly parted your lips, not breaking eye contact. “Nothing, Lovely Zen. I’m just trying to tie the cherry stem with my tongue.”
  • That’s.IT.
  • Unleash the beast.
  • “Wa- wait! Zen!”
  • 911 MC needs help.

Jaehee

  • It’s been five days that you are teasing Baehee at work. Sending nudes at random times.
  • Poor baehee blushes the whole time.
  • “Jaehee, what do you think of this lingerie?”
  • Shit. MC. Stop it. Please. I need to finish this pile of reports.
  • Kisses you on the lips RIGht away when she comes home. Grabs your clothes–
  • “Jaehee. Stop. I need to go to my sister’s dorm tonight. I’ll be back before 10.”
  • Is left standing at the hallway.
  • MC.Wha-Why?!
  • Drowns herself into the comfort of coffee the whole night.
  • Won’t talk to you until you make it up to her. ;)

Jumin

  • Won’t give in.
  • Pretends to not notice it. But he does.
  • Have I already told you that he does notice it?
  • It’s been a week and he noticed that you already gave up.
  • Pins you unto the wall “So, you think I didn’t notice you teasing me, huh Princess? Don’t you know how hard it is to control my self ? You’ve been a bad girl. I need to punish you.”
  • #censored
  • #Daddy Jumin
  • #Fifty Shades of Chairman-To-Be

Seven

  • Turns the same color as his hair
  • “M-MC? Please cover up a bit.”
  • Is he saying something? Ohohoho. MC haven’t heard a thing.
  • You walked towards him, aggressively turning his swivel chair towards you and climbing up to straddle him.
  • Error 707 has stopped working.
  • You pressed your body to his. And started kissing him.
  • In The Name Of The F—
  • He grabbed you by the waist and started kissing down your neck.
  • “Wai-Wait! Saeyoung! I need to tell you something!.
  • Momentarily stops and stares at you.
  • “We’re out of Honey Buddha Chips”
  • Will probably forget about you teasing him and him losing control.
  • 10/10 will panic because of Honey Buddha Chips.
  • “MC! Why’d you tell me just now?”

V

  • Honestly, he doesn’t mind.
  • Oh wait. He does.
  • Will make a plan to have his way.
  • Huh. You were teasing him and won’t do it. He’ll surely find a way for you to give up that crazy teasing game.
  • 10/10 will prepare a path of rose petals at home with dim lights and sexy as hell music. Will usher you to bath that he prepared himself.
  • Romantic as hell. Like. Who the heck has the audacity to not give him the hanky panky willy wonka with that kind of treatment he will give you.

Saeran

  • Tease? Who? Him? You sure?
  • Days? u kiddin him,right?
  • This boi won’t last 5 minutes if you’re gonna walk in front of him wearing his Shirt with your undies underneath.
  • “Saeraaan~~”
  • I.WANT.YOU.
  • RIGHT.NOW.
  • Self Control? The heck is that? Tease me MC, but be responsble for what happens next. ;)
Now or Never

Anonymous asked: omg you’re doing song requests?!?! omg can you please write one for tom holland, with halsey’s now or never??? i leave it all up to you, i love him and that song so much

Summary: Golden boy has met his match; but will she be his?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Language; I’ve never done this before, so prepare - pure angst

Word Count: 498

A/N: y’all might hate me for this and that’s all i’m gonna say, so enjoy? Maybe? This is also like short AF, and I apologize, but it’s all that came to me for this :/ Also, written in Tom’s POV.


I don’t wanna fight right now

Know you always right, now

Know I need you ‘round with me

But nobody waitin’ 'round with me

Been through the ups

Yeah the ups and the downs with me

Got a whole lot of love

But you don’t wanna spread it 'round with me, yeah

Again. Always the same thing. Again, and again. Y/N was the girl of his dreams, but he couldn’t have her.

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