nice approach

*Felix, steaming PUBG*

*reads the chat*

Felix: Jack is gay, two dollars.
Felix: I agree.

*concentrates on the game*

Felix: We were hanging out with Jack yesterday and he gets recognized all the fucking time because of his stupid green hair.

*a short pause*

Felix: I hope you’re listening Jack, I hope you are.

Felix: Wear a hat next time.

*continues playing*

Felix: He’s so nice.

Felix: Always approaching everyone “Top of the morning to ya, you want a picture? Let me take a picture with you, I would love- it would be my honor..”

Felix: and I’m like “i’m just gonna go here right now…..”

  • Sherlock: *lying on the sofa, in his mind palace*
  • Mary: *sighs*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Mary: The posh boy loves the pathologist.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Mary: Aren't you listening to me?
  • Sherlock: Nope.
  • Mary: You can't ignore it.
  • Sherlock: *still in his mind palace* Yes, I can. See? This is me. Ignoring it.
  • Mary: The silver fox has been barking up that tree for years.
  • Mary: Meat Dagger's keeping an open mind.
  • Mary: And then there's the consulting criminal-
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* He's dead.
  • Mary: *scoffs* So am I. Doesn't stop me getting in your head.
  • Sherlock: *sighs; sits up* Fine. What do I do?
  • Mary: *shrugs* Not sure. But you might want to hurry up. Silver fox is taking hot doctor death to dinner.
  • Sherlock: *stands up* What? Why didn't you tell me?
  • Mary: *gestures* Coke-brain, remember?
  • Sherlock: *huffs; runs out the door*
  • Mary: COAT!
  • Sherlock: *runs back and grabs his coat; leaves*
  • Mary: KEYS!
  • Sherlock: *hurries in and takes his keys; annoyed* Anything else?
  • Mary: Yeah, don't forget to snog her.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* See you later, Mary *leaves the flat*

i wanna be someone who’s nice and approachable and always ready and able to help but also i wanna be a hermit who only has to deal with other people maybe once a month or smth like i swear i do love people but also human interaction is exhausting and idk how to reconcile that sometimes

hunk and lance friendship hcs
  • Hunk and Lance knew each other before the Garrison and have been bffs since childhood
  • Hunk and Lance didn’t meet in the same preschool nor did they ever go to the same school (until the garrison) but met each other in a nearby playground where they continued to meet up for the next 8-11 years of their life, they usually let off steam about the shit that goes down in their schools.
  • “Like, if you’re going to steal something from the mall -” “Don’t wear your uniform?” “EXACTLY. God, that guy was so stupid.” “Agreed.”
  • “Then… then he KICKED the guy’s nose!!! He was bleeding, Lance! He needed to be taken to the hospital!!” “Oh my God, and then what?” “A girl was crying the whole entire time and -” the stories they share go on and on.
  • Lance’s mom and Hunk’s mom are interested in the same things so their sons r bffs and so r they and their moms drag them off sometimes to do grocery shopping but Hunk and Lance are aways ‘can’t we just stay at hoooommmmeeee?’ ‘no you’re going to help me and hunk’s mom buy groceries for our party’ ‘what party????’ ‘a joint family party!!!!’ ‘??????? !!!! A JOINT FAMILY PARTY ????’
  • Hunk’s family and Lance’s family are really close buds now
  • It’s almost surreal how much the two families are alike to interests???
  • Hunk and Lance meet up after graduating middle school and decide to finally enrol in the same school. Both of them couldn’t have been anymore excited and happy.
  • Hunk is Lance’s only tether to Earth because Hunk is childhood and playground days, fighting off bullies and staying up at night under covers and pillow forts, charting stars while laying on muddy grass after rain, stealing cookies when their mothers aren’t looking, and making stupid jokes together as the sun went down – all of their world, quiet and soft and sound.
  • Lance loves Hunk and Hunk loves Lance. They’re best friends, because water breathes life on Earth and what is water without it’s Earth?
Let Us Know (PolyHamilsquad x reader)

A/N: Hello, my lovely wonderfuls! Here is my first (of many) polyhamilsquad story! I just realized I never put what character I’m writing about in the title (whoops). I apologize, I know I appreciate that when other (more talented) writers do that, so I’ll try keep that up. Anyways, I had lots of fun writing this and I really hope you all enjoy it! As always thank you, thank you, thank you for reading! And I hope you all have a day as wonderful and lovely as you are! Oh! And the song used in this fic is Back At One By Brian McKnight :)

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You loved Sunday mornings. They were your favorite day of the week. Mostly because it was all your boys day off and you all got to sleep late. You loved waking up wrapped up with all your boys. It never failed to make you smile and fill you with joy.

This particular Sunday morning you were woken up by Johns soft lips pressing gentle kisses to your neck. You smile with your eyes still closed and run your fingers through his hair.

He looks up at you a smile gracing his sweet freckled face.

“Good morning lover girl, you’re looking beautiful as always,” he says nuzzling your neck and giving you more kisses.

You giggle and shake your head.

“I don’t think I look beautiful at all, but thank you,” you pull his face to yours and place a soft kiss of your own on his lips.

Lafayette starts stir beside you, “I want morning kisses too, ma petit colombe.”
You smile and turn to him.

“Well, Johnny here decided to steal his morning kisses from me.”

John nods pecking your cheek as you smile. Laf looks serious in thought, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you towards him.

“I guess, I’ll have to steal mine too,” he says placing kisses all over your face.

“Gil,” you giggle.

He smiles down at you, and places a long, toe curling kiss on your lips. He pulls away when John clears his throat. Laf looks at John.

“You want on too, ma douce?”

John nods and Laf gives him kiss just like yours. They pull apart and you can see the love in their eyes and it makes your heart swell.

“Don’t mind me boys, I’m just going to move out of the way,” you say jokingly, trying to scoot out from between them. Before you can really get anywhere, Lafs hands are on your hips again, holding you still.

“Non, mon ange, we’re not done with you yet.”

You look from him to John and see their matching smirks and purse your lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wake up the other boys?” you ask, thinking the suggestion might distract them.

“We will, in just a few minutes,” Laf says as he starts kissing your neck and John kisses that ticklish spot on your ribs.

You start to squirm, trying to move. When you hear Alex begin to stir.

“Alex, honey, good morning. Look, boys Alex is awake,” you say and they both cease for a moment and chuckle.

“Are you bothering our dear (Y/N) already?”

“Non, mon amour, we’re stealing morning kisses,” Laf says while wiggling his eyebrows at Alex.

“Well, in that case,” and without warning Alex jumps over John and is on top of you within seconds.

“Alex,” you say in a warning tone.

“Yes, my love?” he asks a smirk at his lips as he leans over you.

“Don’t you think I should go make breakfast?”

“Of course, right after I steal my morning kisses,” and with that his lips are on yours.

He places a passionate kiss on your lips and then a gentle kiss, before moving down to your collar bone. Meanwhile, John and Laf had taken to kissing your hands and wrists. Leaving you no way of escape.

“Boys I think you’ve stolen more than enough,” you say breathlessly.

“Are you sure, mon ange?”

“I disagree baby girl.”

“Nope, not nearly enough, my love.”

You sigh, your only hope was Hercules. You start trying to tap him with your foot. You do so a few times and he starts to stir.

“Herc, my darling, would you mind helping me?”

He lifts his head to see your predicament and chuckles before sitting up.

“Alright, my loves, leave the cupcake alone.”

They all give a slight pout, as Herc helps you out of their hold, holding you to his chest. You smile up at him.

“Now, what’s going on?”

“We were stealing morning kisses,” John says wrapping his arms around Alex, while he reaches for Laf.

Herc laughs, “stealing morning kisses huh?”

He looks at you and you nod seriously. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to ask a lady for a kiss? Watch and learn.”

Herc turns his attention back to you and clears his throat.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” You giggle before responding.

“Of course my darling,” you giggle, placing a hand to his cheek as you kiss him slowly and sweetly, silently thanking him for his rescue.

You both pull apart smiling, and look at the rest of your boys when you hear a throat clear. You see all three of them on one knee on the bed, with their right hands over their hearts and their left out towards you.

“My darling, beautiful lady, may I have the pleasure of receiving a morning kiss?” they all recite in together. You laugh and look at Herc, signaling him to let you down.

“Since you all asked so nicely,” you approach each of them giving them quick kisses on the lips barely slipping out of Alexander’s grasp.

They all give you pout, while you stand behind Herc.

“Darling, will you keep them distracted while I go make breakfast?

“Anything for you cupcake,” you kiss Hercs cheek and make your way to the kitchen. You hear a few sad groans before a burst of laughter from the bedroom.

You smile as you begin breakfast, this was really your favorite day. You loved spending time with your boys, and this was actually somewhat rare.

Your boys worked so hard, it was difficult to have this type of quality time all together. But, you usually had at least one of them around, so it didn’t bother you too much. You always reveled in these days though, these perfect blissful days.

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Soon your favorite days were gone. At first it wasn’t that bad, but within a month it was like they all got twice as busy as before. Even your Sundays were no longer waking up late and spending the day together.

Now there was always one of them gone and you hated it, but you rationalized with yourself. It was their work, it was just because they had to work that was all.

Their usual attentiveness had dwindled. In the morning you woke up with your boys and made them breakfast, and lunches (they had a tendency to forget to eat). Instead of sweet, sometimes lingering kisses, you got a quick peck on the cheek or forehead as they made their way out the door.

Again, you told yourself that they were just consumed with work. They weren’t purposely putting you on the back burner. You reassured yourself daily, you knew they loved you. They had told you and shown you countless times. They loved you, they did.

Two months went by and it was still much of the same. You would tell yourself everyday, it’s just because of work. They had time consuming jobs.

Lafayette was a heart surgeon, Alex and John were lawyers, and Herc was a clothing designer. Laf was called into work at random times, of course you could understand how tired he was. Alex and John were both top lawyers at their firm, of course they want to stay there, you could understand their stress.

Herc was one of the best designers in New York, not to mention the country, and he had to travel to make sure things were done properly. Of course you understood, he made beautiful clothing, they were his own masterpieces, he wanted them done right.

All of this you understood and took into consideration. Everytime you got a peck instead of a kiss, a wave instead of an embrace, a quick ‘sure’ instead of an ‘of course, my love’. Everytime you got a brush off quickly because they had more important things to do.

You reminded yourself that they had hard jobs and that they worked hard. You didn’t need to take anything personally. But, it was getting harder and harder to do. You were a nurse at a pediatricians office and maybe your work wasn’t as hard as theirs, but you still made time for them.

You always made sure they ate during the day, sometimes forgetting to eat yourself. You always tried to make sure they got enough sleep, especially Alexander. You made sure they knew how much you loved them. Was it so bad to want that in return?

Your patience and understanding was starting to wear thin. You had had a really shitty day. The office had been busier than normal and full of sick children. Several of which had puked and or peed on you. There was constant screaming, and even some unfortunate hair pulling.

You had a pulsing headache, your feet were killing you, and you smelt unpleasant. All you wanted was a long shower, food, and sleep.

When you arrived home, you could see all of your boys were home. On your way into your home, you could hear Alex yelling at someone over the phone. John seemed to be looking over some files and Laf and Herc seemed to be talking in the kitchen.

You stood their for a few minutes waiting for a ‘welcome home’ or some type of acknowledgement. Much to your dismay there came none. You made your way to the bedroom, but before you were all the way there, Laf finally noticed you were home.

“There she is! We’ve been waiting for you,” he says smiling. “We’re going out in celebration of our Hercules being home. Go get ready so we can go.”

The thought of going out right now made you want cringe. You were so tired, physically and emotionally. You felt almost empty with all you’ve given these past months.

“I’m sorry boys, I just don’t feel up to it, but you guys go and have fun.”

They all look disappointed, including Alex, who had finally gotten off the phone.

“Come on (Y/N), it’ll be fun. Just get ready real quick,” Alex says looking at you like you were being slightly ridiculous.

“Please, we haven’t spent quality time together in a while, go get ready and we’ll wait,” John says in a sweet tone that makes you want to cry and yell at the same time. Where have you been??

“No, boys really I’m sorry, I’ve had a long day and just want to shower and go to sleep.”

“How about you shower and then we can go, I know you’ve had a long day, but don’t you want to spend time with us,” Alex tells you somewhat accusingly. The other boys looking at you for an answer.

And it’s the final straw, you had been patient, and sweet and understanding for two months. And now they were turning this on you? As if you’re the one neglecting them, as if you hadn’t waited up for them and then woken up with them to make sure they got to work and home okay. As if you hadn’t been taking the bare minimum of affection from them for two months!

“You know what, I know we haven’t spent time together. You want to know how I know? For the past two months, I’ve made sure all of you were okay, and eating, and cared about, whether you were here or at work or traveling.” You look at all them pointedly, trying to keep your tears at bay.

“I have waited up and gotten up for all of you everyday, made sure you had everything you needed,” you close your eyes and take a breath. “You know what I’ve gotten these past two months?” you look at each of them, they all look somewhat shocked at your outburst. “I’ve gotten quick pecks and half assed acknowledgments.”

“I know you all work hard and you’re all amazing at what you do. Usually you do make time for me and I appreciate the time I do get, but these past two months,” you take a breath as the tears starts to spill over your cheeks. “It’s just, it would be nice not to feel so empty once in awhile. I love you all so much but lately I feel like I’m just giving, and giving, and giving, and I’m left with nothing! I’ve tried to be understanding and patient, but I can’t do it anymore. And you know what I shouldn’t have to!”

They all stare at you guilt and sorrow on their faces, they look so distraught. And you feel instantly guilty.

“Baby girl…”

“My love…”

“Mon ange..”

“Cupcake…”

They have tears brimming in their eyes and you hate that you caused it. No matter how upset you were with them, you didn’t want them to hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault. I know it’s not, you’re all so good at what you do and I know you love your work. I’m just tired, that’s all.” They start to approach you, but you step back. “I’m fine, I promise. I’m just gonna go for a drive for a bit. You guys go out and have a nice dinner, okay?” You turn and walk out the door without waiting for a reply.

The boys try to stop you, but by the time they get to the door, you’re already gone. They go back inside and decide to wait for your return.

After two hours had passed they grew worried.

“She’ll come back, right?” John asks his other lovers.

“Of course she will, she loves us remember,” Herc tells him hugging him to his chest. Although the same fear was growing in the pit of his stomach

Alex looks less sure as he paces, hoping that you’re not crying on the road and his heart aching to be near you.

Lafayette is sitting on the couch, his knee bouncing, thinking of all the places you might go. And it hits him, the Schuylers! They were your best friends.

“I’m going to call Angelica and see if she’s heard from her,” the other boys nod their heads frantically.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you….”

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You drove around for thirty minutes before stopping at the Schuylers. You hated coming over unannounced, but you weren’t ready to go home and you were so tired.

You knocked on the door and tried to make yourself look presentable.

Peggy opened the door, took one look at you, pulled you in and called her sisters.
Eliza and Angelica came into the living room and immediately embraced you.

“(Y/N), what happened?” Angelica asks, brushing hair out of your face.

You try to hold back your tears, but they break free and fall down your cheeks. Eliza hugs you close and lets you cry on her shoulder until you’ve calmed.

After a few minutes, Peggy hands you some tissues and you thank her. You take a few deep breaths and tell them all what happened. How the past two months that the boys were so busy and you felt so lonely, how you tried to power through it, and how when you finally had all of them together you had an outburst that just ended up making everyone feel bad, including yourself.

“Okay, while we can all understand that they have time consuming jobs, that doesn’t mean they stop making time for you.”

“But Angie”-

“No, she’s right (Y/N). You shouldn’t feel any remorse about the way you feel in your heart. That’s not something you can control,” Eliza tells you holding your gaze.

Peggy nods in agreement before adding on.

“And you shouldn’t keep all of your emotions bottled up, if they’re doing something that hurts your feelings or makes you angry you need to say so.”

You nod knowing all of them are right, but the guilt still doesn’t dissipate.

“I need to get back home and talk to them,” you say getting up, but Angelica pulls you back down.

“You definitely need to talk to them, but it can wait until tomorrow.”

When you try protest both Eliza and Peggy shake their heads at you.

“You’re tired and emotionally drained, you need some time to refresh yourself.”

“And it’s okay to let them sweat a little bit, you do a lot for them,” Peggy says giving you a wink.

You laugh and shake your head.

“I need to tell them where I am, I don’t want them to freak out.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Angie says taking your phone from you. You knew better than to argue with her.

“Please be nice, I know I was upset, but I didn’t speak up either and they never meant to hurt me,” you look at her with pleading eyes, while she sighs and rolls her eyes at you.

“I guess, Eliza can call them then.”

The four of break out in laughter, once you all settle they send you to shower and told you to get some sleep.

Just as you leave, Angelica’s phone starts ringing and she sees it’s Lafayette. Right on time, she thinks.

“Angie, please tell me mon ange is with you..”

“Yes, she’s here and she’s spending the night, so don’t expect her home.”

She can hear the rest of the boys in the background, with relieved murmurs. She puts the phone on speaker, so her sisters can hear.

“Non, we can come get her.”

“You will do no such thing Laf. She needs some space, she is completely physically and emotionally drained.”

The boys pause at Eliza’s stern tone, but start up again.

“We need to talk to her, and comfort her, so she knows we love her,” John says his voice pleading.

“You can tell her all that tomorrow,” Peggy says.

The boys know that they won’t get past the Schuylers so they concede.

“Can you at least tell her that we love her and we’re sorry,” Alexander asks, sounding a little exasperated.

“We’ll relay the ‘we love you’, but you can all apologize yourselves tomorrow,” Angelica states.

“Try and get some sleep boys,” Eliza says in a more sympathetic tone this time.

Before they hang up, they hear a scoff and then, ‘yeah, like that’s gonna happen.’ They giggle and make their way to bed themselves.

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The next day, the boys are knocking at the Schuylers door, bright and early. More accurately, Alex is knocking incessantly while the others are asking him to pause for a second.

Minutes later, the door swings open to reveal a very irritated Angelica.

“It’s eight in the morning on a Saturday,” she nearly growls while glaring at them.

“I brought some croissants, for you all, mon ami,” Laf offers with a pleading smile.

She just raises an eyebrow, before opening the door wider and standing aside so they could enter.

“I’ll wake the angel, you wait here,” she says walking away.

They all wait in the living room, Alexander is cracking his knuckles, Johns leg is bouncing, Lafayette has his hands resting on his thighs and tapping his fingers on them, and Herc has his elbows resting on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him sitting completely still.

As soon as you entered the room they all stood and resisted the urge to run to you. John just couldn’t help himself.

Before you can say a word he rushes to you and wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“We’re sorry, we’re so sorry please don’t be upset anymore, we love you. Please don’t leave us.”

As the initial shock wears off you realize what John just said and look at the boys wide eyed. They all look away, and your heart aches.

You embrace John and step back a bit so you can look him in the eyes.

“I’m not leaving you guys, I love you,” your eyes meet each of the boys. “I may have been upset, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to quit on our relationship, you’re all my everything.”

The rest of the boys, rush to you and John. You’re completely surrounded by them, and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You finally felt at peace, the boys were your home.

“We’re so sorry, cupcake.”

“Oui, we don’t deserve you mon ange.”

“You’re our everything, love, we all need you more than you realize. You could probably do without us, but we cannot do without you.”

You look at each of them, tears springing to your eyes and your heart swelling. John turns you to face him and brushes a tear from your cheek.

“It’s true baby girl, and we came up with a little something to prove it.”

You look at him confused.

“A little something?”

You look to the other boys, and they all just smile at you. Herc takes your hand and leads you to the couch.

“We’re going to need you to sit here, cupcake,” he winks at you.

Your confusion only grows as they all line up in front of you.

“You got the disc, babe,” Herc says to John, who happily nods and places a cd in the stereo.

We’re they going to perform for you? And they all got into the same pose. They all stand their hands clasped together in front of them and their heads down.

It’s undeniable that we should be together, it’s unbelievable that used to say that I’d fall never…

Herc was the first to step forward lip-syncing the song and then followed John, Laf, and Alex.

The basis is need to know, if you don’t know just how I feel

Then let me show you now that I’m for real

If all things in time, time will reveal
Yeah

As one said a line the others danced behind him. Until they got to the chorus, which they all did together, acting out nearly every word.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One
Yeah (yeah)

You couldn’t help but smile at your boys, they were so ridiculously sweet, it made your heart soar.

It’s so incredible the way things work themselves out

And all emotional, once you know what it’s all about babe

And undesirable for us to be apart
Never would of made it very far

Cause you know that you’ve got the keys to my heart

Peggy, Angie, and Eliza had come to the living room because they heard music and held back their giggles at the boys sweet gesture.

Cause,
One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

As you watched them, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have your own personal boy band. You loved them all so much.

Say farewell to the dark of night I see the coming of the sun

I feel like a little child
Whose life has just begun

You came and breathed new life
Into this lonely heart of mine

You threw out the life line just in the Nick of Time

As the song continued, the more dramatic they got and you couldn’t contain your giggles. And seeing your face lit up with joy made the boys hearts race.

One, you’re like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, girl it’s plain to see
That your the only one for me

Four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start Back at One

When they finished the last line, you jumped up and clapped, while the girls followed suit. They bowed and you went to them, giving each of them a kiss.

“So, you liked it?” Alex asked nervously.

“Are you kidding, I loved it! If I hadn’t already forgiven all of you, that would have convinced me,” you said smiling big at them.

“Can we go home now, cupcake?” Herc asks his arms around your waist and his forehead against yours.

“Of course,” you say smiling and kiss nose.

“Bien, because we didn’t get a lot of sleep, and we missed you last night,” Laf says nuzzling your neck behind you, making you giggle.

“I call sitting with (Y/N) in the back,” Alex says while pulling you into his arms, and resting his head on yours, as you rest yours on his chest.

“Oh! Me too!” John exclaims wrapping his arms around you and Alex from behind you.

“I guess that means we get to cuddle with our darling girl when we get home then,” Herc says to Laf.

Both Alex and John gasp, and you giggle.

“Okay, boys you can take turns, let’s go home.” You gather your things and say goodbye and Thank you to the sisters, before heading out with your boys.

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When you all arrived home and made your way to the bedroom, Lafayette stopped you.

“What is it Gil?”

“Mon ange, before we take our nap, I just want you to know that if you ever feel that way again, you can tell us.”

“Yeah, baby girl, we hated seeing you so upset.”

“Darling, we love you and you come before our work, always.”

“Love, if we ever fail to give you what you need, please, let us know.”

You look at each of them and nod.

“I promise, I will from now on. I’m sorry for not saying anything.”

Alex shakes his head at you.

“You don’t need to apologize my love.”
They all ask for a ‘good nap kiss’ and you giggle and give them each a sweet kiss, before you all settle into bed. You’re cuddled between Herc and Laf, as your eyes drift closed.

And an hour later the boys switch, Alex claiming he sleeps better next to you, while Laf and Herc roll their eyes, but comply to his request.

And this time as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your heart, finally feeling complete.

The next week’s that passed by were filled with long lingering kisses, nearly constant cuddles, and ‘I love you’s. Your boys making sure that you felt completely loved and taken care of. And although this all made you feel immense joy, your favorite part was that you got your blissful Sundays back.

WARNING: see below

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Warning: Please don’t listen to the audio if you are in any way uncomfortable with sexual things. This Audio was included as part of proof in a call out post I should’ve made a while ago.

I’m sure everyone knows the story of how I met Ultima. It’s quite a funny story actually, I insulted his teeth on a livestream and that led to us getting an interview arranged. Shortly after he interviewed me and Vade, we starting talking a decent amount. It was clear he wanted to date me, and I told him that that summer I just wanted to focus on my studies, but he insisted that we give each other a chance. So I agreed, and we started going out early August. There were a few things that made me uncomfortable in the relationship, but nothing that I thought was damning. He was very insistent that we sext, even when I repeatedly told him no. However I figured it was just a thing that happened in online relationships, since I had previously never had one, and went with it. Nevertheless, we dated for about a month until I fully realized that this wasn’t attractive to me, and that he as a person wasn’t attractive to me, and I tried to break up with him.

I’ll say now that I was definitely not sinless in this relationship, and didn’t stand up for myself in times that I should’ve. I let things happen that I shouldn’t have let happen, and for that I do apologize. I’m obviously not very experienced, and he took advantage of that. When I tried to break up with him, he said a lot of things that set off the Psychologist alarm bells in my head. He told me only he would ever treat me well, and that I would never find someone who would give even half the same kind of love of respect. I’ll find the exact quote: “The worst part of all of this is that YOU are the one who will be losing the most in this situation. I will move on and you will be the one who has a higher chance of regretting the decision to just let me go.”

He then said he would forgive me for this “mistake” if I just agreed to drop it and get back together with him. I insisted that this was my decision that I wanted to make and that was that. A few days later, he contacted me saying that he wanted to get back together. I declined. A few weeks later, he again insisted that we get back together, and that even if we didn’t he asked if he could fly up to my apartment in December and have sex. I again declined. By this point I was dating hawker, and specifically told him we were together. He again asked if we wanted to get back together. I told him quite forcefully that I was dating hawker, and insisted he stop asking.

He still asked occasionally, but it wasn’t until December that I really realized what was going on. Ultima sent me an audio. Remember, this is about 2 months after me and hawker started dating, and he was fully aware of this fact. He sent me an audio fantasizing about having sex with me, completely out of the blue. (AUDIO IS INCLUDED ABOVE). REMEMBER THIS WAS AFTER I HAD REJECTED HIM AND HE KNOWS IM GOING OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. It was around that same time I got some more information.

Jenn came to me and asked a question about Ultima. She told me what had happened (see her blog), and I immediately told him that both the audio and the fact that he did this to Jenn really made me uncomfortable, and I didn’t want to be in contact with him further.

A bit of time passed, and more inconsistencies started to pop up. Upon asking around, both Camila and others he had interviewed had a similar experience. Then, when I confronted him about him pestering other people to date him as well, he blatantly lied to me, saying that they were the ones who had pursued him. Then things began to unfurl, and I realized he had been manipulating and pestering almost every woman he had interviewed.

I didn’t want to make this post to be a vindictive bitch, or to throw him under the bus or anything. I just really wanted to warn people about what type of person he actually is. By all means, if you like his content, watch his content, but don’t think for a second that he is the person he says he is.

I honestly was fooled by his nice guy approach. When Vade and a few more friends told me that he was doing some really questionable things, I defended him. Even now, I’m still feeling a little bad for doing this. But I also got into this mess by not saying what I needed to say when I needed to say it, so I’m going to do that now.

If you are a woman that he’s interviewed and he asks you out, think very carefully about if you want to say yes. Don’t let him pester you, and don’t let him get his way. If he sends you explicit pictures, block him and report him. 

This is also hopefully to show him not to do this in the future. I’m sincerely not trying to ruin his life, and I’m pretty torn up about doing this, but it needs to be done. 

Tree Bros (kinda,,,) Geek Charming AU

• Evan is a senior in high school that is dedicated to film (Jared is in program too)
• he’s really talented and knows exactly what to film and how
• mainly films nature because anxiety is still a thing…
• oH SHIT he needs to make a good film for a contest that could pay for college
• he wants to make another nature centered film but Evan’s instructor is like “hmmmmm no”
• “hmmmm who shall I make a film about???” Evan wonders
• in comes school outcast Connor Murphy that literally no one talks to
• ,,,,maybe him????
• Evan stutters his way though asking Connor about making a film about him
• “why would you even want to fucking do that?” Connor is confused as heck
• Connor is about to turn him down until Evan mentions asking Zoe next he ain’t having that because he doesn’t want her to have that satisfaction “hahaha fuq you Zoe”
• they start making the film!
🌱
• Connor is very closed off at first and doesn’t want to open up at all
• Evan tries a lot,,,,panic attacks as the deadline gets closer
• gets angry at Connor and they low key fight
• Tries to change the subject of his film but it’s too late!1!!!!1
• oh well time to go back to Connor
• Evan apologizes and asks for help
• Connor apologizes after a couple days
• Evan goes over to the Murphy house and they have the house to themselves
• Connor explains why he threw the printer in second grade
• it’s fun and cool Connor makes the “everything but the kitchen sink sundae”
🌱
• they start interacting at school more which confuses Zoe big time
• Heidi is home for a night and Connor is invited over to avoid his family
• Heidi cannot cook and they have to get pizza,,,,
• Evan goes to take out trash and his mom and Connor talk about him while washing dishes
• eavesdropping much Ev?
• he gets caught oh snap
• water fight with spray bottle and towels between the two
• Heidi catches it on Evan’s camera (yay Heidi!)
• Evan edits the film
🌱
• it starts off with a lot of things people say
• moody af Connor smoking weed and glaring at the camera
• people keep laughing and saying stupid shut at the screen
• Connor runs out of theater because fuck that
• Evan follows him trying to tell him it’s not all like that “it shows the real you”
“Shut up, Evan!”
“Please just lis-”
“No, fuck you! I trusted you!”
• oh shit,,,,Evan goes back inside and watches the rest of his film
• newsflash it’s ducking adorable and Connor seems nice and approachable
• Zoe knows they fought because Connor is shut in his room
🌱
• “look we don’t get along but you should watch the whole thing…”
“Why do you care?”
“Because Evan made you happier and that made this family happier”
• Connor cries watching the night of prom finally realizing that he was wrong
• final thirty seconds of the movie is Evan staring at the camera talking
“When I started this I was terrified. I wasn’t sure what to expect or if it would work. I found something though. Connor is an amazing person…and I think I love him.”
• oh shit Connor runs to prom in jeans and sweater
• “Evan!?”
“C…Connor?”
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry I was so stu-”
“You watched it?”
• le kiss
THE END
yes I will be writing this fight me ALSO YOU CAN PRY THIS AU FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS
Also @pidgeisbesthacker10-10

medium.com
On Difficult Women and Wanting More – Cliffhanger – Medium
Megan Boone, of ‘The Blacklist,’ speaks out about women in film.
By Lillian Brown

Entering its fifth season this fall, The Blacklist’s promos have always dealt with these issues. Often, Red’s either the only character promoted or the focal point of the image. Even the 30 second TV spot trailers have become problematic. Promos used to be about Liz, Red, and the rest of the team taking down someone on the blacklist, but in Season 3 they became about Liz’s love life (“which man will she choose?” and “what does this [other female character] mean for Liz?”) and Season 4 has become about what she means to Red (“the only way to save Liz, is for Red to…”)

A lot of women are hesitant to call out their shows or networks, for fear of being blacklisted or labeled “difficult.” But now Megan Boone is speaking out. And I sincerely hope she gets to have that conversation with the show, because viewers will follow her throughout what will most likely be a lengthy career, and The Blacklist is worth saving. Wanting more isn’t selfish. We need more.

Yes ma’am

Request by @marvelhpaprendice: Hi! This may come out of nowere! But i love your Bucky fics! So i have a request to make! Could you do a one shot where Bucky and the reader hate each other (not really hate, like hate with sexual tension beetween them) and one day, as they watch a movie, they feel the tension that they make and just give in to each other? Thank’s!!!!!!

Summary: Your blind date goes wrong and you find yourself watching a movie with Bucky despite how much you two despise each other.

Warnings: Smutty smut, really small angst. 

A/N: I did this request right away because the messaged me personally and I honestly forgot about the requests in my asks. I’m going to get to them, I promise. I’ve just been extremely busy with school. I’ll try to work on a few tonight and tomorrow if I have time. Thank you all for being so supportive of my Bucky x Reader fan fictions! I love getting feedback, whether it’s positive or negative, both help me improve my writing and story telling.

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Be Nice Anyway

Recently had a conversation with a friend, she had a very fresh break-up experience from a relationship and friendship. She opened up by starting with feeling that she felt betrayed, and ended with saying that she feels so tired being a nice person. 

So I told her…

“I totally agree with you. I felt the same way last year, due to my emotional pain and mental trauma for feeling betrayed by people who I called “friends”. I resorted to socially isolating myself. It was a very dark moment in my life, but at one point I realized that I had to reconnect with people. It starting getting difficult being alone and I just wanted to have people in my life again. To avoid having to deal with too much social bullshit I analyzed situations, as to what went wrong, who was wrong, and the most focused part on was “Why am I hurt?”

I literally went insane thinking deeply about why I hurt myself during social situations, and after so much reflection and analyzing situations. I finally figured it out, “Expectations”.

The problem why I kept getting myself hurt was that I expected that people would do the same for me as I do for them. Simple as that.
Sequentially, I also realized that. I should just be nice anyway, it’s not a situational thing. Just be nice. 

I’m freaking 19 years old and I just want to be happy living, by then I grew accustomed to this personality I have of being open-minded and judgement free. I mean why shouldn’t I be nice? What if no one in this world becomes nice anymore? Who’d be left? How would we live as a race? Who’s going to be nice? Why shouldn’t I be nice? Because people aren’t? Pffft Idgaf if other people aren’t nice, that’s them. Not me. 

See the thing is, personally I think we should train our id, or the instinctive side of ourselves. To be nice. Let’s be fucking nice, because why the fuck not right? 
Let’s make it a selfish habit to be nice, not for the good of our image but for the sake of social prosperity and niceness. 

GO BE NICE! :)

Can I Help You?

as you said you don’t get enough elementary imagines how about one where sherlock meets one of your exes? x

Oh, I can certainly do this.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


“Get off it, Sherlock,” you murmur as the two of you walk down the sidewalk towards your little home.

“Just help me understand,” Sherlock begins.  “Help me understand where I went wrong.”

“It was probably when you insulted the outfit she was wearing,” you sigh as the two of you turn up your driveway.

“She asked me out it looked on her,” Sherlock said plainly.

“Then you should have lied, Sherlock,” you groan.

“Y/N.”

The voice stopped you in your tracks as a man came walking around the corner of your home.  Sherlock looked at the expression on your face before stiffening and turning his attention towards the strange man.

“Can I help you?” Sherlock asks.

But the man simply ignored him.

“Y/N?” he asked again.

But when he went to take a step towards you, Sherlock stepped in front of him.

“I said…can I help you?” Sherlock tried again.

“It’s alright,” you say lightly as you put your hand on Sherlock’s back.  You began lightly tapping a rhythm on his back.  A code that the two of you had developed should something ever go wrong.  Two full-handed taps meant stay, three full-handed taps meant help, and four full-handed taps meant that you were afraid.

And you made sure to count out all four of them before sliding your hand lightly down his back.

“I just want to talk,” the strange man said.

“Why don’t you start by telling me your name,” Sherlock said as his head began to bounce lightly.  He felt them.  Every single one of them.  And he was calculating all the ways he could rip this strange man limb from limb should he take the slightest miscalculated step towards you.

“Is this him?” the man asked as he pointed at Sherlock.

But you just stayed silent.

“Is this the man you left me for?” he asked, the agitation growing behind his words.

“Matt, calm down-” you begin.

Sherlock recognized the name.

He recognized it instantly.

“Hello, Matthew,” Sherlock said as he straightened up.  “I’ve heard…so much about you.”

He raked his eyes down your ex’s form as you gripped the fabric of Sherlock’s coat from behind.  You were absolutely petrified of how this scenario could spiral.  You hated that he was at your home.  You hated that he was here.

And you hated that he was about to reveal the real reason why you left.

“Well,” Matt begins as he approaches Sherlock, “nice to finally meet the man she left me for.”

Sherlock studied his face before looking back at you.

“Doesn’t matter why she left.  The point is, she left.  So, why are you here?”

Sherlock felt your hand trembling against his skin.

And it made him fume.

“Wanted to see if we could reconcile.  Let her know I’ve changed,” Matt said.

“So…you’re no longer the lying, gambling drunk?” Sherlock pops.

You watched Matt’s jaw clench as you swallowed hard.

“Didn’t know she’d hop into bed with you so soon after,” Matt seethed.

“Guess she must have been looking for a step up,” Sherlock batted back.

Your head shot up at his words as you studied the back of his head.

Did he really just say that?

“Sherlock,” you whisper lightly.

But all he did was reach around, take your hand within his, and squeeze tightly.

“Whatever the reason for her leaving, the point is that she left.  I am sure she would be very happy if you were to leave her alone,” Sherlock stated.

“And if I don’t?” Matt threatened.

“Then I’m sure the captain of the police department wouldn’t mind paying you a visit to…explain your rights,” Sherlock quipped.

Gregson wouldn’t read him his rights.

Gregson would threaten the man at gunpoint if he knew what was happening to you.

Matt’s eyes batted from Sherlock’s to yours, and when you locked eyes with him, you saw a blackness behind his stare that made you shiver to your core.

“Catch ya around,” Matt mumbled as he pushed past the two of you, knocking into your shoulder in the process as Sherlock reached out to steady you on your feet.

“You alright?” he asked lowly as tears sprang to your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you whispered truthfully.

“As far as I’m concerned,” Sherlock said as he bobbed his head lightly, “that was a threat.  Go pack a bag, and I’m calling Gregson.”

“Sherlock-”

“Bag.  Now,” Sherlock enunciated as he held his cell phone to his ear.

“Captain.  Yes, she’s home.  Listen, there’s been an interesting encounter with Y/N’s ex…”

You scrambled into your home and quickly threw some clothes in a large bag.  You stuffed your toiletries in, grabbed the book you were currently reading, and was back outside in the safety of Sherlock’s presence in less than 10 minutes.

“Why don’t we go back to my place and have some tea,” Sherlock breathes as he looks down at you.

“Maybe we could talk…about the reason why you left Matt,” he added lowly.

Your eyes flickered up to his as you clutched your bag tightly.

“You are welcome there as long as you like,” Sherlock offers.

And you nodded lightly before closing your eyes and letting out a shuddering breath.

“Good.  It’s nice, having company visit that one actually enjoys,” Sherlock quipped as he turned and started for the sidewalk.

And you smirked lightly at yourself as your face began to flush.

The One With The White Lie

Pairing: Chris Schistad x Reader x William Magnusson 

Summary: With William secretly crushing on Noora while he’s dating you, Chris see’s an opportunity to have you to himself… even if it means lying to you. 

A/N: if any of u watch SKAM message me to scream!!! bc i’m obsessed!!! (and lowkey need friends!!!)

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)


“Find it,” William says in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. I watch him from the corner of my eyes, “I’m looking, okay?” I mumble, down on my knees, looking under the bed.

He kicks the leg of it and I scramble away, “What the hell, William?!”

He crouches down beside me, burying his face in his hands, “Sorry, I’m just –“ he shakes his head, “Why did you take it y/n?”

“I didn’t know it was Chris’ stuff,” I mutter, avoiding his eyes, “I thought it was yours and I was cleaning up so I thought I’d put it somewhere safe, I guess,” I shrug, looking around the room.

While I’d been tidying William’s room, I’d found his drug stash. I was vacuuming and put it somewhere and I couldn’t remember where. Only problem as that it wasn’t William’s and it was worth a lot of money.

Still, I knew there was something else behind William’s behaviour. He wasn’t the type to get angry over something so trivial but lately he’s been using any excuse to stay pissed at me.

“I’ll find them, William,” I reassure him, standing up, “But it’s 1am.” I rub my eyes, stretching my arms over my head.

“Maybe you should sleep at your place tonight,” he says offhandedly, looking out the window.

“Okay,” I sigh, “I didn’t bring my car though. I can’t exactly take the bus.”

He lies down on his bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “I’ll tell Chris to give you a ride on his way to Eva’s pregame.”

I scoff but he pretends not to hear me, turning on his side so his back is facing me.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I head downstairs. The sound of Chris revving his engine outside is the only thing that keeps me from barging back upstairs and smacking William with a pillow – or something more painful.

“This is the third time this week I’ve had to pick you up,” Chris says as I climb in. I lean back against the head rest, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I mumble, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“It’s not you who should be sorry,” he says, looking at the front door of William’s place, “If he’s going to kick his girlfriend out he should have the decency to drive her home.”

I shrug, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Judging by how William reacted, Chris wouldn’t be too happy to hear about his drugs.

“No, I am sorry, Chris,” I turn to face him, “I – I misplaced your drugs,” I choke, beginning to cry. Within a few seconds I was sobbing into my hands, “I thought they were William’s and I put them somewhere. I looked everywhere but I can’t find them. I’m so sorry!”

Chris stares at me with furrowed brows, pulling me against his chest as he strokes my hair, “Don’t be sorry, y/n – it’s – they’re just drugs. They don’t even matter,” he pulls away from me, cupping my face in his hands, “Is that why he kicked you out?”

“He said it was worth a lot of money,” I sob, “I’ll – I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“Y/N,” he shakes his head, “It’s not important. Is that why he kicked you out?” he asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know. He’s been weird – I – I don’t know what I did,” I stutter. Chris sighs, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Trust me, it’s not you,” he mumbles bitterly.


Monday was a shit show. At least on weekends I could avoid William without if being a big deal but at school, everyone noticed.

And the minute it looked like we were over, girls would throw themselves at him.

The minute William walked past me without so much as a ‘hello’, whispers spread around like wildfire, as well as rumours.

I never gave much attention to rumours, but there was one I couldn’t help but listen to since it was coming from the Penetrators.

“I’m telling you y/n, he’s hooking up with Noora. That’s why he’s trying to get rid of you, “ one of them says to me, scoffing.

“That’s enough,” Chris spits, standing between us, “Don’t listen to them, they’re just being assholes,” Chris says, leading me away by the arm.

He pulls me inside an empty classroom and I lean against the window sill, looking out at the courtyard.

“Hey,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “You okay?”

“Is it true? About Noora?”

Chris’ silence makes my heart leap out of my chest, “Chris?”

“No,” he sighs, “Not exactly.”

“W-what does that mean?”

Chris cups his hands behind his neck, looking up at the ceiling and blowing air forcefully through his lips, “He likes her.”

“Likes her?”

I feel my throat tighten and swallow hard, “Like –likes her?”

Chris nods, looking at me sympathetically.

“Are they screwing?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

Chris nods once, staring at me, “You deserve better,” he says softly, resting his forehead against mine, his hands on my waist, “So much better.”

“Chris…”

Even though I shake my head, something inside me wanted to kiss Chris, not just to get back at William. He’d always been there for me, as a friend – as more. And especially lately, with William’s crappy behaviour. I wasn’t sure how I would’ve gotten through it if not for him. Still, I press a hand to his chest.

But he doesn’t care. He kisses me, pinning me against the wall.

I so badly wanted to kiss him back, but I knew I had to end things with William, if he didn’t end them with me first.

“Chris,” I say, pulling away, “I can’t do that to William.”

“Who cares,” Chris growls, “What about what he’s doing to you?!”

“And what exactly is that?!” a voice comes from across the room.

I look over Chris’ shoulder and realize William is standing there, with quite a few people watching over his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I mumble, already rushing to stand between them. William barges over and I push him back by his chest.

“Did you really just fucking kiss my girlfriend you fucker?!” William yells. I struggle to keep him away from Chris – not that Chris was backing away.

“Who cares?” Chris spits, “It’s not like you’re kissing her; someone might as well!”

“Fuck you!” William shouts.

“William,” I yell, practically dragging him towards the door. People only move out of the way when I start shoving them.

Once we’re in the carpark, he pulls his hand out of mine.

“I’m going to kill him,” he grunts, slamming his hand against a car, “Kissing you when you’re pushing him away – what the fuck was he thinking?!”

“William,” I try to interrupt, but he’s too angry – enraged.

“William,” I repeat, turning him to face me, “Why do you care? You were going to dump me anyway.”

“What are you talking about?” he frowns, moving hair out of his face.

I slump, leaning against one of the cars, “You and Noora.”

Suddenly he stands still and looks me in the eyes, for the first time in what feels like weeks.

“Was it Chris that told you?” he asks, lowly.

“No, I heard the Penetrators talking about it. Chris just confirmed that you were sleeping together because I was totally freaking out.”

“S-sleeping together?!” he exclaims, “We – we haven’t even held hands!

“What?” I frown, “So you two didn’t-“

“No, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he shakes his head vigorously, pausing to take a deep breath, “But I do like her. A lot. Which is why I’ve been such an asshole. I felt really guilty about it and you were always by my side, being perfect-“ he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “And I didn’t deserve your kindness. Or your love.”

“It’s okay,” I sigh. It wasn’t, but I was tired of fighting with him.

“It’s not,” he says, taking my hands in his, “I’ve been such an asshole. I should’ve just told you how I felt,” he traces a finger down my cheek, wiping away a few tears, “Even after how I treated you last night, you’re standing here, not punching me in the face,” he chuckles, “Just listening to me – because you’re amazing.”

We stand in silence, listening to each others breathing. I’d always been so afraid of breaking up with William. Of letting his hand go. But I do it.

He looks down at it, tracing his thumb over his fingers, “So I guess this is it, we’re breaking up?”

“It’s probably for the best,” I say, “If you’d been an asshole to me any longer, we wouldn’t have been able to recover and stay friends.”

“So, you’ll still be my friend?” he asks. I rest a hand on his cheek, “Of course… with time.”

“And what about Chris? Are you still going to be his friend?” he asks, “I don’t know why he lied to you about Noora and I. Or why he kissed you. I never thought he’d do that to me,” William says, his jaw clenched.

He relaxes a little, his eyes focused on me, “Maybe he’s just crazy in love with you like I was. Remember how many fights I got into over you? Remember how you punched me in the face when I kissed you without asking?”

I nod, laughing.

“But you didn’t punch Chris,” he says sceptically, tugging a strand of my hair and winding it around his finger, “Which means…”

“Which means?” I raise a brow.

I already fucking knew what it meant, but something was very satisfying about watching William squirm to say it.

You like him,” he deadpans. I shrug, “He is terribly good looking.”

“Try terrible, full stop,” William scoffs.

“That’s not very nice,” Chris says, approaching us.

“Asshole,” William leers, slamming his shoulder into Chris as he walks off.

“Neither is that,” Chris says, rubbing his shoulder and watching William storm off.

He turns to me, “So did you two… talk?”

I nod, “We broke up.”

He inhales sharply, trying to conceal a small smile.

“About before,” he says, “I shouldn’t have kissed you, not like that, when you didn’t want to.”

“I did want to,” I say, “Just not while I was still together with William.”

You did… want to?” he raises a brow.

“I did,” I trail a finger down his chest, “But now…”

“But now?” he swallows hard.

“Now I don’t really want to be with someone who lies to me,” I say, quietly, looking into his eyes, “Why did you tell me they slept together?”

Chris sighs, letting his head hang, “I don’t know,” he slumps, “You were just there – looking all beautiful and sad. And I knew William was treating you like crap because he wanted to be with Noora but didn’t have the balls to end things with you – or because he loves you. And… I love you too and I saw a chance and took it.”

“You know that makes you an asshole, right?”

He nods and I hug him, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“You still like me though, right?” he asks, “You’ll still give me a second chance?”

“What makes you think that?” I ask.

He smirks, “You didn’t punch me in the face when I kissed you.”

Fish out of Water pt1

Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, humor

Warnings: Mild violence implied, minor injury, near drowning

Words: 2k

Anonymous said: “Hi Um I was wonder if you could maybe write a short or something for Yoongi with a MermaidAu theme???”

Thank you for the request! I have no idea if this is what you wanted, but I had a lot of fun writing it, and I think I’m going to continue it! <3    


Humans were so strange.

It wasn’t new-news to you, it was just something you would never quite get used to. They were fascinating to watch—they didn’t have fins, couldn’t breathe under water, and yet they liked to just… Splash around.

Small humans ran up and down the beach during the day, with tired-looking older ones chasing after them. Some laid in the sand until they were sunburned, swearing and waddling away only to return a week later. Others attempted to ride the waves, slipping and falling off of their boards more often than not.

They were not sea creatures nor dwellers, yet they had such a fascination with it.

You liked to watch them from under the pier—from this distance, no one could tell if you had a tail or not—okay, maybe if they really looked they could, but you knew enough about humans to know that they didn’t believe you existed, so you were fairly sure you were safe. At night, the restaurant that was above you would light up, and even the blasting music couldn’t drown out the yelling from within. You loved listening to them—only last week you heard someone propose, and the delighted response when she said yes.

They sounded happy, and oh how you wanted to find out what it was like up there with them. You had been warned about humans—they were cruel, heartless, and would dissect you if they ever found you, according to your father. But what did he know? He had never met one.

Something was different about tonight on the pier. The lights were off, there was no music, and for quite some time, you didn’t hear any voices. You still had some hope of hearing some human interaction, anything would be nice. A storm was approaching fast, and the waves had gotten stronger than usual—not that it was an issue for you.

After quite some time, when you were about to give up and swim home, you heard footsteps near the end of the pier.

“Look, I told you, I don’t have your money.” You heard one voice say. “You should go ask the person who borrowed it, not me.”

“Yeah, well he said to talk to you. So pay up.” This voice sounded much angrier, and you listened as the voices got closer and closer to the railing. There were at least four sets of feet, and you bit your lip. You didn’t know what the human did to have three other people mad at him, but it didn’t sound good.

“Go to hell.” The first man growled.

There was a scuffle, then a yell, then “Toss him over the edge. He’s not going to do us any good anyway. Just as well that he doesn’t go to the police.” A moment later, there was a splash, and you stared at where the man had disappeared into the water. You waited for him to reemerge, but when he did no such thing after a few seconds, you dove after him.

You knew you shouldn’t mess with human affairs—it was dangerous. But you couldn’t very well let him drown.

You found him easily—your eyes worked quite well in the dark, unlike human eyes—and you were about to pull him safety when you really looked at him. He looked like he was sleeping, his eyes closed and a trickle of air leaving his lips. He had a gash on his forehead, and you guessed he must have been hit before being thrown into the water. You had never been this close to a human, and you reached out and brushed the side of his face—you had just touched a human! Just wait until everyone back at home heard about this. He had a name tag on his shirt that said “Min Yoongi: Manager.”

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Wonwoo | Love Lockdown

Word count: 2,7k

Story type: smut

Author’s Note: That was kinda extreme… I apologize for that. The next Wonwoo scenario will be fluffy I PROMISE.

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❝See I wanna move, but can’t escape from you❞


Jeon Wonwoo. His name lit up on your phone screen as it started vibrating on the kitchen counter. You shifted your eyes from the magazine you were reading to the phone, an instant frown creeping up your face as you read the name of the person that was calling you. What the hell does he want you thought, picking up your phone as you declined the call. You had no intention on picking up after everything that happened. This kind of niceness was something you begrudged at this point.

It all started naturally a few months ago when you met him at a gas station. Yes, a gas station, a very romantic place for a first encounter. You were far from delighted as your car died on the way to a meeting and you could only drag it to the gas station with effort. He apparently noticed your struggle as he approached you nicely and asked if you would need some help. You wanted to say no but the fact that you were actually clueless about the whole situation, how to repair the car and especially how to reach your meeting in time, had you nodding. He smiled at you, captivating your attention in an instant. His charming way tugged on your interest since he, a handsome young man, was helping you, a complete stranger, not to mention that you didn’t look like someone straight out of a fashion magazine either. You bit your lip at the thought, keeping an eye on him as he tried to make the engine turn on again.

Since it wasn’t working he wanted to open the hood to look for the battery. As he folded his sleeves up you caught yourself stealing glances at his arm and the way his muscles flexed slightly with his movements. A soft blush tinted your cheeks as you took in his statue, especially his facial features that were sharp and intriguing. Wonwoo began smirking as your way of checking him out was more than obvious to him, but it wasn’t unusual. He captivated girls’ hearts in a matter of seconds, he knew that. And he used that for his benefits of course.

His benefits. And only his benefits. And your stupid ass fell for a guy like him. You kind of had a feeling that he was only playing with you but you didn’t want it to be true. You locked that thought up in the back of your head and ignored it completely, hoping that it was just a mere worry. But it wasn’t. Wonwoo was not your boyfriend and you weren’t his girlfriend. He had a lot of girls besides you and you found out about a lot of them as time passed. You didn’t want to believe it at first and you were frustrated and mad at yourself because you should have known it. He was charming, yes, but charming in a player way. Charming in the “I-want-to-have-sex-with-you”-way. And you despised that.

So, you started despising him as well. His image was going on your nerves and you threw him out of your apartment, stating that you won’t play his games. He, on the other hand, didn’t feel any kind of regret or guilt, because he knew you weren’t the first one to bicker, and you won’t be the last one either. But did he care? Not at all. He knew he would get other girls that would be stupid enough to do everything for him despite the fact that he’s cheating. And he already enjoyed the plain thought of it. What a handsome face can earn you without much effort…

A ring on your door shook you out of your thoughts, jumping up on the chair slightly since it caught you off-guard that you were thinking about him again. It was something you were trying to avoid but it was easier said than done. However, your attention was on the door now since you didn’t invite anyone so you had no idea who would visit you at this hour. You shuffled to the door, opening it right away since your apartment had no spyhole and you had no other choice than facing the guest directly. As the door revealed the one ringing on it your face immediately hardened. You put on an annoyed expression as you raised an eyebrow at Wonwoo, who was standing in front of you. Before you could ask what he was doing here, he cut you off by saying in a cold tone “I even wanted to be nice and announce myself, but of course your stubborn ass wouldn’t pick up. I wanted to grab the rest of my things.”

You didn’t want to let him in honestly, so you searched for an excuse, but of course your head couldn’t come up with one when you needed it the most. You thought about the fact of grabbing his stuff yourself and making him wait at the door but before you could tell him he rolled his eyes, shoving you aside and entering the apartment. You were caught off-guard again and your eyes widened at his rudeness, meanwhile he scanned the apartment for his stuff, always keeping his back turned to you. “Hey, you could wait for my approval. I don’t want you in here.” You spat, fuming internally. “Really? And how long should I wait then? 5 years? Just shut up, I have no intention to stay anyways.” Wonwoo retorted emotionlessly, grabbing one of his shirts from the couch that you were too lazy to throw out of the window instead.

His provocative behavior nearly made you have a spaz as you almost screamed at him “Wonwoo I’m fucking serious, get out!” He stopped his actions and straightened up, his back still facing you. You shivered slightly as angst washed over you when he slowly turned to you with a mocking but yet serious expression. “Come on, hun. We both know you don’t really hate me. In fact, you still have a thing for me.” He said in a smug tone, making you almost slap him instantly if it wasn’t for the fact that he was too far away and that there was a tiny bit of truth in it. You told yourself you hated him, but did you really? Well, you definitely should, he’s an asshole after all. But you couldn’t deny the fact that he was still intriguing and damn sexy. And you hated these kind of thoughts that sometimes sneaked their way into your mind, because you knew it wasn’t right. And you knew Wonwoo would use that against you. And he did. Again.

His footsteps were smooth and slow as he approached you, eyes locked with yours in an intense staring contest. You tried to keep your composure but on the inside you were already starting to melt from his stare, forming your hands to fists until your knuckles turned white. You gulped as he stopped in front of you, still keeping a bit of space between you. A small smirk was plastered on his face as you narrowed your eyes at him, lifting up your head slightly to seem confident. “I do hate you. So leave.” Was all that left your lips since you were scared that your voice would lose its boldness. His smile grew more visible as he looked down, shaking his head softly.

Before you could register his next step he grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him and pressing you against his body, lips only inches away from each other. You gasped at the sudden heat that was filling your body, arousal joining the uneasiness of the situation. You stared at his lips while breathing heavily, then shifting your eyes to look into his, only to catch him staring at your lips as well. Before you got carried away in the moment too much, you pushed him away as much as you could, pressing yourself against the wall behind you. “What the fuck are you doing?” you exclaimed, shocked and anxious of his next move. He lifted his head slowly to look at you again, his eyes literally boring themselves through yours as he neared you again. You tensed up but didn’t stop him as he moved one hand to the wall next to your head. He shifted his head to the side a bit, not breaking the hypnotizing eye contact.

You shivered and you weren’t sure if it was out of fear or anticipation. You hated yourself at that moment, giving in so easily and making him toy with you once again. But you couldn’t help it, the smell of his perfume devouring you in addition to his eyes locked with yours. He leaned in slowly, his lips ghosting over yours ever so lightly in a teasing manner. You knew he was playing and you wanted to push him away again, but you were frozen in place, desire for him clouding your mind. It was at that moment you realized you didn’t hate him. In fact, you were still so easily seduced by Wonwoo that you wanted to slap yourself. You hated and loved it at the same time, almost going nuts from the chaos going on in your head.

And with that, you grabbed his neck and pulled him closer, his lips now fully touching yours. He wasted no time and the kiss soon turned into a heated make out session, the wetness pooling in your lower area as his tongue entered your mouth and dominated yours. His hand left the wall next to your head and gripped your hips harshly instead, pressing himself even more against your body, you being pressed against the wall simultaneously. Your hands wandered up and down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and ripping it open slightly as you totally lost yourself in the moment. It was wrong and you knew it. But all the bravery to push him away and the will to stop this vanished in thin air as he pushed your thighs up, making you wrap your legs around his torso and starting to grind against his hips. He grunted lowly, literally ripping your shirt apart and revealing your hot skin underneath it. Wonwoo unclasped your bra in on a matter of seconds, massaging one of your breasts as his tongue licked down your neck. You gasped at the feeling of his member poking your thigh through the fabric of your clothes, tugging at his hair to pull him in for another kiss.

He carried you through the door right next to where he glued you to the wall, lying you down on the bed as he removed his shirt and pants before climbing over you. You immediately rolled you both over, straddling him as you touched and kissed from his chest downward, nearing his boxers. Once reached, your fingers played with the hem of his underwear, pulling it down and revealing his erected length. He was watching you intensely as you wrapped your hand around his length and began stroking it, feeling it twitch and harden with every pump. You lowered your head and darted your tongue at the tip to lick the precum that was surrounding it, the first contact of your tongue on his dick making him throw his head back slowly. His mouth was slightly agape as you began swallowing him, bobbing your head up and down in a steady rhythm, eliciting low grunts from Wonwoo. You began swallowing him deeper as his hands gripped a bunch of your hair while holding your head in place as he bucked up into your mouth. You liked the feeling of him enjoying what you’re doing as you looked up at the groaning mess he was. It made you feel triumphantly since he enjoyed it quite a lot.

He got more and more impatient and began rocking his hips against your movements, meeting you halfway and intensifying the friction he was feeling. But before he got completely dominated by you he pulled you off of his length, rolling you two over again. He opened the zipper of your pants before shoving his hand into it, rubbing circles on your clit and spreading your wetness. Every touch of him was like a jolt of electricity running through your body and you tensed up as he inserted a finger deeply into you. Wonwoo was satisfied with the fact that he could turn you into a mess so easily, helping his ego quite a lot. He added another finger, pushing into you completely as you locked eyes with each other again. He smirked lightly as how you were moaning under the movements of his mere fingers and he pulled out.

You whined at the loss since you became all needy from the teasing he did. He pulled your pants off and placed his member at your core. Wonwoo locked your lips again in a lustful kiss before pulling away, his face only inches away from yours as he looked at you and whispered “Beg.” You looked at him and realized again that this shouldn’t be the way it was going, that this was wrong, that you shouldn’t be so easy. He was an asshole and you should hate him. However, all your brain could process at that moment was the pleasure he gave you and there you were not knowing what to do. You plainly whined a bit, since you didn’t want to give in but at the same time wanted to give in so badly. Yet this wasn’t enough for him and he put more pressure on his member at your core, his lips moving to one of your nipples and nibbling at it. His hot fingertips danced over your body and you tried your best to keep your composure but it was turning you on so much that you had to give in. “Wonwoo please, please just-“ was all you got out in a shaky voice as he faced you again with a smirk before pushing into you completely.

You arched your back at the sensation, gripping his shoulder blades. He lifted your legs and wrapped them around his torso before starting to thrust into you. It didn’t take much time for you to be a groaning mess under him and he enjoyed it way too much. As much as he was an asshole and as much as you wanted to hate him you had to admit that sex with him was mind-blowing. And he knew that. He picked up his pace a bit and you dug your nails into his shoulder, your head falling back onto the mattress as you started moving with him to increase the friction. After a while he grabbed your legs again, pushing them over his shoulder to pound into you from another angle, immediately hitting your sweet spot. Heavy breathing and skin slapping was all you could hear before he sent you over the edge with him following shortly after. He rolled you two over once again so that you could ride out your orgasm on him. You grinded your hips against his, moving in circles as he held your sides to guide you. As the sensation of the orgasm has disappeared, you collapsed on top of him, with Wonwoo wrapping your arms around you.

You were quite surprised at this gesture, it was almost like he did actually care a bit. You rolled off of him and he put the sheets over you before pecking your forehead, smiling softly at you. You were surprised once again at his action since this was the last thing you expected from him. Was he really intending to stay now? He said he didn’t want to, did he change his mind? You were completely confused, trying to solve this riddle named Wonwoo in your head. But before you could think everything through, you drifted off into a deep sleep and all you were able to perceive was the warmth of his body next to you.

Thin rays of sunshine were making its way into your bedroom as the morning approached. You were woken up by the light shining in your face, your mind drowsy as you opened your eyes slowly not to get blinded. Once you came to your senses, you remembered the incident from last night, missing the warmth next to you. You turned around, only to find an empty place beside you. Of course. What were you thinking? Just because he made those two little gestures he changed his mind and suddenly cares about you? Bullshit. He was still the same and you already hated your own naivety. You closed your eyes in frustration before mumbling “Asshole.”

batgirl by joss whedon:

  • the most average white girl with a bad dye job
  • shes ‘sassy and tough but approachable’ so nice guys like joss dont feel threatened
  • an empty crush for some guy (probably bruce) while some other guy (probably dick) pines after her
  • babs fucks bruce
  • probably some weird ass love triangle with bruce and dick  
  • huntress gets a part but only to serve as someone for babs to slut shame at every turn and display how 'good’ babs is in comparison
  • 'witty’ dialogue that neither progresses the story nor adds any substance, but it appears mildly feminist so let’s give him a medal
  • babs spends more time lowkey flirting with her enemies than actually fighting them
  • probably some killing joke level unnecessary trauma that whedon both doesnt have the narrative depth to pull off and will never give the actual emotional attention it needs and is simply added for 'grit’
  • romantic plot intended to 'humanize’ babs bc women arent people without men anyway 
  • a whole promo run of why joss whedon is the savior to women everywhere and we should still hype his ass up for giving us buffy
  • idk probably some twitter breakdown over why everyone doesnt hype his ass up
PAPER AND COFFEE

A/N: No idea why I wrote this when I have better things to do. but yeah anyways heres a little twist to the standard plot of working with Shawn. 

Word Count: 3,167


J A N U A R Y 

MONDAY

I looked over the stupid cubical wall. “Ben, could you send me the document with the details on the Innovation Hub event.”

Ben was glaring right down at his laptop, clearly frustrated with whatever he was reading.

“Huh?” He said realizing I was talking to him, his face softening immediately.

“Oh yeah sure, I’ll Airdrop it to you.”

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