okay night for you guys

sleepover saturday!
  • fuck marry kill 
  • tell me about your crushes!!!!!!!!!!
  • make me chose between two things
  • tell me about your day 
  • confess some secrets u.u
  • recommend stuff to me
  • ask me weird things 
  • ask me personal things
  • do you need help with your drama? 
  • truth or dare
  • ask me for song recs
  • unpopular opinions
  • ASK ME ANYTHING PLS!

okay on or off anon it makes no difference pls talk to me (/◕ヮ◕)/

Audio samples of “The Matsuno Family’s Carefree Feeling” (Vol 3 and last volume), written by the series writer Matsubara Shuu. To be released on April 26, 2017.

01. Totty’s Wish
TODOMATSU: That’s why I can’t help myself from relying on you… Sorry about that! Having the reputation of oldest brother must be tough. I’ll ask Choromatsu-niisan this time. See you!
OSOMATSU: Wait, Totty, Totty!
TODOMATSU: Hm?
OSOMATSU: Here. Just 1,000 yen, okay?
TODOMATSU: Ehhhh?! I can have this?! [grabs] Thank you, oldest brother-niisan! No, I mean, Osomatsu-niisan. Sleep well now, okay? Bye!
[TODOMATSU leaves the room]
TODOMATSU: [sighs] And that’s about it.
ICHIMATSU: Oh my god, that was awesome!

02. Sunday Carpenter
CHOROMATSU: Ugh, it’s construction!
JYUSHIMATSU: Ahaha!
CHOROMATSU: Hm? Construction?
JYUSHIMATSU: Whoohoo!
CHOROMATSU: This isn’t construction! It’s him!
[CHOROMATSU runs outside]
CHOROMATSU: Keep it down! What is this?! Hey, Karamatsu! What’s this racket?
KARAMATSU: It’s Jyushimatsu.
CHOROMATSU: Eh?!
JYUSHIMATSU: Ahahaha!
CHOROMATSU: What is he doing?

03. Wake Up Candid Camera
JYUSHIMATSU: [whispers] Good morning.
ICHIMATSU: Morning.
JYUSHIMATSU: It’s five in the morning right now. I sure am sleepy.
ICHIMATSU: Sleepy.
JYUSHIMATSU: But it’s fun.
ICHIMATSU: Loads of fun. I could just die.
JYUSHIMATSU: Then let’s go enter the room.
ICHIMATSU: Let’s go. Let’s kill them all.
JYUSHIMATSU: Yep.

04. A Carefree Feeling
ICHIMATSU: [groans]
KARAMATSU: Hmph! It appears the time has come for me to sing a lullaby!
CHOROMATSU: By the way…
KARAMATSU: Eh?
CHOROMATSU: Where did that idiot go? I don’t see him around.
TODOMATSU: Eh? Oh, Osomatsu-niisan? I don’t know.
CHOROMATSU: Oh really.
KARAMATSU: Hmph! Then when everyone’s altogether, how about me singing a lullaby–
JYUSHIMATSU: By the way…
KARAMATSU: Hmm?
TODOMATSU: What’s the matter, Jyushimatsu-niisan?
JYUSHIMATSU: No, nothing.
TODOMATSU: Oh really.
KARAMATSU: Hmm…
CHOROMATSU: Alright then, let’s ignore that idiot and get some sleep.
TODOMATSU: I’m turning off the lights now.
ALL: Okay.
TODOMATSU: Good night.
ALL: Good night.
OSOMATSU: [enters the room] Hey, you guys! Let’s go out for ramen!

Keep Quiet

Originally posted by sosjimin


Pairing: Jimin x reader 
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 3.7k
dt: my soul sister, the Ji to my Kook<3

“Shhhh baby girl, try to keep quiet. Unless you’re wanting to get caught.”

What was suppose to be date night for yourself and Jimin, turned into a big gathering when six of your boyfriends best friends decide to crash your date. Things start to get heated when you go into the kitchen to get something to drink when Jimin decides to follow right behind you. 

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 2

Okay okay!! You guys are chomping at the bit for more of this story! You can blame a lot of this on @outlandishchridhe who has become my plot monster for this. And thanks to @shortiemcbealle for some of your amazing ideas!

Part One


Claire wiped down the bar, scrubbing some stickiness off the polished wood. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Frank in three days, ignoring his calls and refusing to open the door when he came by. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Jamie in that time either. It wasn’t until she’d gone home after her classes that she realized she didn’t have his phone number or even know his last name.

If his schedule stayed as it usually did, he’d likely be by the bar tonight. Claire began mixing drinks for a cluster of women at one end of the bar when someone leaned close to her.

“Why won’t you answer my calls?”

No greeting, just a demand. How very like him.

“Piss off, Frank.”

“Claire, can’t we at least talk about this?”

“Talk about what? You fucking a girl who’s barely legal?”

His lips formed a hard line as he glared at her. But she wasn’t going to roll over and take it. Not after everything she’d given up for him.

“It wasn’t like that, Claire.”

“I don’t care how it was, Frank. The one thing I asked of you was for you to remain faithful to me. I heard the rumors at Oxford, before we moved, but I didn’t want to believe them. I suppose those were true too, weren’t they?”

“Now hang on, that’s not fair.”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Not fair? Please, Frank. Tell me how you’re the victim in all this.”

“I wasn’t looking for something with her,” he said, almost too quietly for her to hear. “But there she was. And, well…”

Frank looked her up and down, an almost sad expression in his eyes.

“Well what?”

“Well, if only you’d put a little more effort into taking care of yourself, I might not have been so tempted.”

Feeling like she’d taken a punch in the gut, her mouth fell open. How could he say such a thing?

“Sassenach!”

The pain of Frank’s betrayal disappeared in that single Gaelic word she didn’t really understand. Heat pooled in her belly at the sound of his call. That night with him had been amazing, unlike any experience she’d ever had. She’d had dreams about him every night since they’d slept together, though none of them had been as intense as reality.

“Jamie!”

“Thank God you’re working tonight,” he said, his face serious.

Claire frowned at him, concerned.

“We’ve got your favorite beer two for one tonight,” she said, already pulling out a glass.

“You know his favorite beer?” Frank said, looking at Jamie with complete disgust.

After rolling her eyes, she filled a glass for Jamie and gave it to him.

“I’m a bartender, Frank. That’s my job.”

Suddenly Jamie’s expression changed and he looked between Claire and Frank.

“Frank… Randall?” he asked.

Belatedly, she realized that Jamie hadn’t ever met Frank and was only just putting together who he was. Something darkened those sapphire blue eyes, something deep and filled with rage.

“Yes, my ex-boyfriend.”

“Ex? Claire, I thought we could talk about this, work things out.”

Glaring at him, she shook her head.

“No. We’re done talking. I didn’t answer your calls for a reason. You slept with another woman while I was in class, and that’s not something I’ll get over.”

“I won’t see her again. I promise. And all you need to do is comb your hair a little and maybe wear some nicer clothes and-”

A loud thud had Claire spinning around, bottle of vodka in hand. Frank had disappeared and Jamie was shaking his hand.

“Jamie!”

“I heard what he said to ye a moment ago. I didna get here in time to hit him for it, but I could hit him for that. He shouldna speak to ye so.”

Frank staggered back to his feet, glaring.

“And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?!”

Jamie ignored him and looked at Claire.

“Sassenach, we need to talk.”

Frowning, she nodded to the other end of the bar. Jamie followed her, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Look, I’m sorry for skipping out on you the other morning, I just-”

“No, it’s fine. I ken you’ve classes that are important to ye. I only wondered how much of that night ye remember.”

Her face flushed deep scarlet and she busied herself with straightening the basket of pretzels in front of her.

“Well, ah… I remember… You… I mean we… That is to say you came over and-”

“I ken what happened when I came over. But before that. What can ye remember?”

Thinking hard, she realized it was fuzzy.

“I can’t recall.”

“Are ye sure?”

“It’s all fuzzy. I found out about Frank, came here, got drunk. You came and sat down and drank with me. We… We left, trying to find a cab, but we couldn’t. And then… We were in my apartment.”

After a deep breath, he slid the paper over to her. She opened it and her eyes went wide.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said.

“I dinna think it’s a joke, Sassenach. That’s a real certificate.”

“Of marriage?!”

“I’m afraid so.”

She stared at the bottom at her own signature, right beside Jamie’s.

“How many names do you have?!”

“Three,” he said abruptly. “Claire I’m so sorry. I didna mean to do… Whatever this is. I’m sure we can find a way to annul it or somesuch.”

“We’re actually married?!”

His hands spread on the bar, the fingers of his left twitching.

“Aye, it seems we are. I’m so verra sorry, Claire. I ken we were both drunk, but I shouldna ha’ taken advantage like that.”

“This… This can’t be legally binding.”

“Weel, it says here the man is licensed by the state o’ Nevada. According to some old Scottish customs, consummation is what makes it legally binding. And, ach… Weel, we did that.”

Claire jumped as one of the other bartenders brushed by her.

“Look, can you wait until my shift is over? We need to talk about this.”

“Aye, I’ll wait.”

“Take the beer while you wait. I’ll… I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”

###

Jamie sat in a corner and waited for her. The whole night she looked distracted, serving her customers with an absent smile. And why wouldn’t she be? She’d just found out that she’d married a strange Scotsman she hardly knew!

Finally, her shift was over and she came out from behind the bar. Frank, damn him, was still hanging about. He’d been drinking a bit, though Jamie had only had his one glass. As Claire made her way towards him, Frank got up from his seat.

“Claire,” he drawled, very drunk. “We need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to talk about. Go off with whoever it was you were sleeping with.”

Jamie stood as well, preparing to leave.

“No! This isn’t over!”

Frank made to grab for Claire, long fingers reaching for her like talons. Jamie stepped in front of her, blocking Frank.

“Aye, it is,” Jamie said, bringing himself up to his full height. “I’ll thank you to keep your hands off my wife.”

“Oh piss off. This’s nothing to do with you.”

One of the security personnel approached them.

“Is there a problem here, Claire?”

“Hello Harvey, I’m afraid Doctor Randall here has had enough. Could you be sure he gets a cab home?”

Harvey nodded and glared down at Frank.

“You heard her, let’s go.”

With her bag over her shoulder, Claire nodded at the door and Jamie made to follow her out.

“Please Claire!”

Frank made a grab for her again, but Jamie grabbed his outstretched hand and twisted it behind his back.

“She’s asked ye kindly to leave her be. If ye wish to keep this arm attached to the rest of yer body, I recommend ye do as she says.”

Harvey took over after that and pushed Frank out of the bar, giving him a well-rehearsed lecture on treating women right.

“Thank you,” Claire said, wrapping her arms right around herself.

“I ken the situation we’re in is a bit… sticky. But I’ll no’ leave ye to deal wi’ him alone if I can help it.”

“Damn it,” she muttered, holding her keys in her hand.

Jamie walked beside her, waiting.

“He has a key to my apartment.”

“Ye can come and stay wi’ me, if ye prefer.”

“You move fast, don’t you?” she asked with a smirk.

His ears burned red and he looked down.

“Ye dinna have to stay, I just thought ye’d like a place where he’ll no’ find ye.”

“I would appreciate that, thank you,” she said quietly.

He drove them to his apartment and let her inside. Being late as it was, or early, he was exhausted and he knew she was as well.

“I dinna work tomorrow,” he said, locking the deadbolt on his door. “So you’re welcome to stay the night here if ye wish. I’ll take the couch.”

“But this is your home. I can’t take your bed from you.”

“It’s my home and I can do wi’ it what I wish. Please, ye need the rest. I’ll be fine.”

“Do you… Could I borrow a shirt or something to sleep in? I smell like work.”

“Sure.”

Jamie rummaged in his dresser and handed her a shirt that would be far too large for her.

“Thank you, for doing this. Once we’re better rested, we can talk about what this all… means.”

“Aye. Rest well, Sassenach.”

Taking an extra pillow from the bed and the tartan blanket he’d brought from Scotland, he went out to the couch.

###

The bed was comfortable, but it smelled of him. So did the shirt she wore. The scent brought back memories of that wild night when they’d… Well, when they’d gotten married apparently. She tossed and turned for a while before slipping out of the bed. Walking quietly, she saw him on the couch, eyes closed. But his breathing wasn’t steady enough for him to be asleep.

“I can’t sleep,” she said quietly.

“Me either.”

“Would you mind if we talked for a bit?”

Sitting up, he patted the seat beside him. Easing herself onto the couch, she pulled at the hem of the shirt. Why she was so self conscious she didn’t understand, he’d already seen every bit of her.

“What would ye like to talk about, Sassenach?”

“I can’t be married to you.”

His brows rose.

“And why is that? I believe there’s a paper in my pocket that says otherwise.”

“I don’t even know your real name.”

With a dignified bow, or what he could accomplish while sitting on a couch, he met her eyes.

“It’s Fraser. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.”

“Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.”

She extended her hand and he shook it.

“Pleasure to meet ye, Claire.”

They fell silent for a time, his thumb making small circles on the back of her hand.

“Tell me about your family.”

Smiling, he took a deep breath and offered her one end of the wool blanket.

“How many generations back?”

Thankful for the extra covering, she settled into her seat.

“Your parents will do.”

They passed hours, just talking, getting to know one another for the first time. The more they talked, the closer they became. He told her of his parents, his older sister, his older brother who had gotten sick as a child and died. She told him how her parents had died, about being raised by her odd uncle. Neither of them explored how they’d both ended up in Las Vegas, but that didn’t seem to matter.

When her eyes began to droop, she heard Jamie laugh.

“Lay your head, Sassenach. Get some rest.”

Letting out a deep sigh she closed her eyes.

She woke the next morning with her head on his chest. His arms were comfortably around her and she realized abruptly she was laying completely on top of him. The woolen blanket was draped over them both, but the body beneath her was pleasantly warm.

For a moment, she watched his sleeping face. He was perfectly at peace, his mouth hanging open a little. Frank would never have done this, never stayed up late just to talk with her. Whenever he held her at night, it was always a little stiff, even in sleep. He was never perfectly comfortable with her. This odd intimacy she had with Jamie was beyond anything she could have imagined having with anyone.

His breathing changed as he woke and she smiled up into his blue eyes.

“Good morning to ye, Sassenach.”

“Morning, Jamie.”

“I didna get to say that, last time.”

She winced.

“Sorry about that.”

One corner of his mouth ticked up in a smirk.

“Dinna fash. I could fix ye some breakfast though, if ye like.”

“I’d like that.”

They moved at the same time, her trying to let him up, him trying to slide out from beneath her without dropping her on the ground. The result of their simultaneous action had something stiff pressing into Claire’s belly. Immediately red crept up Jamie’s neck, settling in his ears.

“Ah… Apologies, Sassenach.”

Her own cheeks burned and she moved off him, giving him the blanket as covering. Why did she feel so silly with him all of a sudden?

“It’s fine,” she said, unable to look at him for the moment.

“I’ll just be a moment. Then I’ll come fix ye some breakfast and we’ll talk about what’s to do next, aye?”

Daring a glance up at him, she gave him a small smile and nodded.

Homecoming

Originally posted by inacatastrophicmind

Request: Charlie flirts with the sister reader and the boys get overprotective of the reader?

Pairing: Charlie x sister!reader

Word Count: 1,000ish

Warnings: language

A/N: So much big brother Winchesters going on…


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I’m so sad that Night In The Woods is over now! I felt I had to contribute some sort of something for the game because it was so incredible and I loved every minute of it. Not quite the way I wanted this to turn out, but I think it’s still pretty neat! I wanted to so something for the background and have him do the wa-psh, or wave or something, but this took a long time as it is now. Haha. It was still loads of fun to make. I think he’s very cute.

I determined that if @therealjacksepticeye was in the game, he’d for sure be a badger. So, here we are! I tried to make it look as much like the style of the game as I could with my lack of art skills. Hope I did okay, you guys tell me.

Quick To Judge

Summary: Most of the Gallaghers are very disapproving of Mickey, but when Ian has a panic attack and Mickey helps him, they are proved wrong.

Word Count: 1682

Notes: Really loved this request!!


Ever since Ian was a kid, overly loud noises triggered him to fall into a panic attack. When he was seven, him and his mother had gotten into a bad car accident that sounded an explosion, and ever since then he’s been dealing with the backlash. He denied the fact that people claimed he needed counseling, but in reality he did need it— this was something he couldn’t overcome himself.

The whole clan was at dinner. Mickey was sitting next to Ian while all the other Gallaghers were sitting in seats around the table. Every so often one of them would send annoyed glances at the Milkovich boy. He shouldn’t be here, they thought.

“How was everyone’s day?” Fiona said trying to get the evil gaze off of Ian’s boyfriend.

The Gallagher clan, Kev, V, and Jimmy all answered in a simultaneous fashion with a, “fine,” or, “good.” What stuck out though was Ian, who shakily said, “shitty.”

The eldest Gallagher sister frowned. “Why was it shitty, Ian?”

Ian shrugged and turned his head to Mickey— a way of telling him to speak for him. “There was a fight at school today. It was too fucking loud,” Mickey shook his head at the thought. He was worried about Ian being in there.

“Umm,” Fiona scoffed. “Can’t he speak for himself? Last I checked you’re not his keeper. Plus, if he needed a keeper he could find a better one than you.” There was venom in her voice, but she did not shout just yet. She then turned to her brother. “Were you okay there?”

Ian nodded. “Wigged me out a little, I’m good now though,” he said with reassurance. “Mick helped me out.”

“Fuckin’ doubt that,” Lip said coldly.

“Asshole,” Mickey said under his breath. He hated that Ian’s family didn’t like him, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Veronica let out an obnoxious snort. “You just called Lip an asshole? Who’s fucking talking?” She had a common occurrence of coming off very rude, especially to the Milkovich family.

Ian let out an annoyed huff. “Guys, please stop. I don’t want to hear this today. Mickey’s good for me— I wouldn’t be with him if he wasn’t.” He then put his head in his hands.

“Funny how you think Mickey’s good for you. He’s a worthless piece of shit, how can you not see that?” Fiona completely disregarded the fact that Mickey was sitting directly in front of her. Lip laughed at his sister’s words.

Kev’s eyes widened. “Can’t say I don’t agree— I do, but that’s a bit harsh, Fi.”

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Nah, if you got something

to say fucking say it. Just don’t know how you all think I’m the worthless one when I’m there for him more than any of you assholes are,” he said with an unmistakable rudeness in his voice. He had enough self control though not to yell.

“Dick,” Fiona immaturely called Mickey.

“Bitch,” Mickey responded with a smirk.

None of the people other than Carl and Debbie noticed how Ian was starting to hunch up. “Uh oh,” Debbie said to her brother. That was normally how they noticed a panic attack was coming on, but they didn’t know what to do, so they just hoped nothing would happen.

“Did he just call you a bitch?” Veronica said a little too loudly. That tone showed she wanted an argument. Mickey scoffed.

Fiona laughed. “Yes, he did.” She shot daggers with her eyes at the Milkovich boy.

“Shouldn’t be a fucking surprise,” Lip snorted loudly. He chucked his middle finger at Mickey.

Mickey shook his head and excused himself from the table to cool down. He went outside to take a smoke because he knew damn well that if he was in there any longer he would’ve attacked someone or started screaming, and he didn’t want Ian

to have to deal with that.

Fiona was left inside the house with a large amount of rage. “I cannot believe that you deal with him, Ian! He’s not fucking worth the time!”

V shook her head disapprovingly. “Dirtiest white boy in America— literally and metaphorically,” she shouted.

All of the fighting though must’ve sparked something off in the youngest sibling. Liam started to full on wail. As the older people in the room went to tend to him, Ian started hyperventilating. He got up to go get a glass of water to try and cool himself down, but before he could get to the sink, his body shut down and he fell to the floor. He wrapped his arms around his legs as he continued shaking and gasping for a breath. Thankfully, everyone saw Ian go down.

Carl ran to the back door to get Mickey inside. Carl knew that Mickey is the only one who could truly help the redhead. When he opened the back door, he ran to the Milkovich boy, who was pacing back and forth by the pool. “You gotta come inside, Ian’s freaking out,” the younger Gallagher boy said in desperation. With that, Mickey bolted in the house with Carl on his tail.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Fiona said to Ian with Liam in her arms. “It’s okay. We’re quiet now.” He didn’t hear her though.

Mickey shoved the Gallagher siblings out of the way and sat down close to Ian— it surprised the others because they’ve always given Ian space when this happened.

Mickey grabbed Ian’s face and soothing rubbed his thumb over the redheads cheek. “Hey, I’m here, I’m here,” he said softly. “You hear me?” Ian nodded slowly as tears fell from his cheeks. “Can you speak?”

Ian shook his head. “No, no, no,” he said shakily. There was so much fear in his voice.

Mickey forced a laugh, in hopes to distract Ian a little. “You just spoke, dumbass,” he said in the most loving tone that anyone has ever heard.

“Okay,” Mickey said and took Ian’s hand to place of his chest. “Feel my heartbeat?” Ian nodded. “Focus on it.” He then turned Ian’s face back to his own. “See my eyes? Only look there, no where else.”

Through the tears and the hyperventilating, Ian did what Mickey said. “O-okay,” he forced out.

“Gonna take deep breaths now,” Mickey said and Ian shook his head. “Hey, hey, I’ll do it with you. We’re gonna count them backwards from ten, okay?”

Mickey started off and inhaled, Ian followed. “Ten,” they each said— Ian said it a little weakly. They then did it again. “Nine,” and with every breath that followed, Ian became stronger.

When they got to the last one, Ian threw his arms around his boyfriend. He was still a bit shaken, but Mickey was his anchor. “M’sorry for always doing this,” he whispered so that only Mickey could hear.

“Don’t fucking say that,” Mickey said with a very serious tone. “You can’t fucking help it.” He kissed the side of Ian’s head.

They stayed in each other’s arms for a while— ignoring the presence of the other people in the room. Eventually, Ian knew they needed to get up from the floor.

When the boys finally got to their feet, they saw the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces. Fiona looked completely taken aback, and surprisingly, Lip looked regretful.

Ian shrugged and took Mickey’s hand. “Could you all keep your mouths shut now? Clearly he’s better to me than any of you are, so just shut the fuck up for once. Now we’re going up to bed,” he then proceeded to drag his boyfriend up the stairs, leaving everyone in a trance of shock.

Fiona watched as they went up the stairs hand in hand. There was a ping of guilt in her chest— guilt for being so hateful towards Mickey. She then turned her head to look at the others.

Veronica was intertwining her hand into her husband’s. She had a bit of a frown on her face. It truthfully looked like she wanted to take back her words.

Lip was looking down at his feet with his hands in his pocket. “Shit,” he dryly chuckled. He couldn’t really believe that he just saw a Milkovich be so helpful and loving. “Never thought we’d see that.”

“Ian’s right,” Carl crossed his arms. “You guys are dumbasses if you think Mickey isn’t good for him.”

Debbie nodded. “You should go apologize. You were really mean.” She then took Liam from the eldest sister’s arms and pushed her towards the stairs.

Fiona huffed out a shaky breath and nodded her head. She then walked up the stairs, and knocked on her brother’s door. When Ian said, “Fuck off,” through the door, she frowned.

“Ian,” she said softly. When there was no response, she went out on a whim and opened the door. The sight she saw was another surprise. Mickey was never much for affection, but her brother was laying into Mickey’s side, while Mickey ran his fingers through Ian’s hair. The redheads eyes were closed and he was still taking deep breath— trying to keep himself contained.

Mickey looked up and locked eyes with her. “If you want me out, I’ll fucking go,” he said. Ian’s eyes flew open at the words and he wrapped his hand around Mickey’s wrist to keep him there.

“N-no,” Fiona responded. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“Yeah, you didn’t realize I’m good for him. Blah, blah, blah,” Mickey rolled his eyes.

“Fi, I love you, but just go away. I’m trying to sleep,” Ian said. The sound of annoyance was thick in his voice.

She nodded. “Yeah, okay. I love you too. Good night, guys.” Fiona was about to shut the door behind her, but she stopped for a moment. “I really am sorry though— shouldn’t have been so quick to judge.” She then exited the room.

After all this time, the Gallaghers have finally come to the realization that Mickey Milkovich, Southside thug, was actually good to Ian. It was hard for them to wrap their mind around it, but it was true.

Hired Help (Part 2) (Deadpool x reader)

Part 1

Language, obviously, because it’s Deadpool.

“Run, run, run,” Deadpool muttered under his breath, pushing you up off of him with a loud grunt so that you rolled right into the pile of shattered glass.  “I think I just saw someone!”

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Me to my players

Originally posted by secretly-a-dinosaur

Wizard: Runs into battle by himself, almost gets killed

Barbarian  with a charisma penalty: Tries to diplomacy an enemy into being his friend because he likes the guy’s camel, almost gets killed

Oracle: Tries to get high in an already dangerous situation, almost gets killed.  Later, fails a will save against his own spell, gets killed.

Rogue: Favorite thing to do in battle is Disguise skill checks and pickpocketing.  In fairness, almost never loses hitpoints.

Paladin: Tries bringing down an entire civilization because he hates paperwork, almost loses his powers and gets killed

Magus: Decides he can trust his sarcastic sentient sword with his night shift, goes to sleep and almost gets killed


Me: Okay, wow….. did you guys at least have fun today?


Players: Heck yes!

Originally posted by playbill

leos-pineapple  asked:

Hi admins!!! I hope your day/night is going okay! If not push through. You guys are wonderful and I know you can do it. I love you guys! As for my request I'd love some Akashi and Kotaro cuddle head canons with their S/O!

Ahh thank you so much for the well wishes and love!! They are always appreciated by every admin here~ (´ε` ʃƪ)♡

Akashi

  • while hugs aren’t rare from Akashi, times where the two of you could actually sit back, relax, and cuddle with each other definitely are
    • days where neither of you have any school work, club activities, or any other busy body work are spent cuddling on the couch
    • these days are few and far between, so they’re very much appreciated by the both of you whenever it happens
  • there doesn’t need to be a reason for Akashi to want to hold you in his arms; he wants to do it without you even prompting him
    • his biggest benefit from this is that he finds your presence relaxing

Hayama

  • whether he’s awake or asleep, Hayama loves to have his arms wrapped around you tight
    • be aware though, because if he’s cuddling you while he’s asleep, he is not letting go until he’s fully awake
    • a sleeping Hayama cuddles with his entire body; this means arms and legs wrapped around you, face buried in the crook of your neck
  • he will lend you his jacket, that way even when he’s away it feels like he’s wrapping his arms around you
    • there’s no way he’s actually going to tell you that out loud though
Philip’s Christmas Eve Confession

Anonymous: hey! im planning to come as a transboy to my parents soon… could i request a short ficlet with transboy!philip coming out to a nice n accepting alexander and eliza??

Of course, bby!! <333 I know this ask is kinda old, so if you’ve come out by now, I sure hope it went well and I would love to hear from you! Me and the fam are here to support you! I love you!! <333 (Note: Philip is about 12 or 13 in this fic.)

Philip had thought of at least a million ways to tell his parents. He’d imagined a million situations and thought of every kind of tone he could use.

“Hey, so ya know how you think you have two daughters and three sons? Congratulations! You actually have four sons and one daughter!”

“Mama, Papa, could you call me Philip from now on?”

“Oh, yeah, one more thing before I go to bed! I’m transgender. Okay, night, love you guys!!”

But for all of the situations he imagined, Philip was still too afraid. He wasn’t so sure what, exactly, he was afraid of. He knew his parents wouldn’t throw him out on the streets. He didn’t even think they’d be upset or disappointed or any of the awful reactions that haunted him in his nightmares. He knew his father was bisexual, and that his dad’s best friend, John, was gay, so his parents were already more accepting than some of his friends’ parents, but he was still scared because what if?

It was nearly Christmas and Philip’s anxiety over coming out was getting worse and worse. The idea of possibly getting “girly” toys made it worse, too. Although playing dolls or house with his little sister, Angelica, was fun, he already had enough dolls and dresses and tea sets to last multiple lifetimes.

It was never his parents who gave him these gifts. They always gave him something he really wanted, whether it was a sewing kit or Transformers figurines. As his parents often told him and his siblings, toys had no gender. The kids could play with whatever they pleased and Mama and Papa would support that.

It was his well-intentioned relatives, like Grandmama and Grandpapa and Aunty Angie and Aunty Peggy and Uncle Ren who lovingly doled out the toys that Philip wasn’t much of a fan of. The toys that, even though he believed what his parents told him, that toys are not gendered, reminded him of what he wanted to be and what he was not.

But I am, Philip told himself. I’m as much of a boy as Alex and James and John. I just need to tell them. I just need to tell them, and then they’ll see me for who I am.

Philip felt like an abundance of opportunities kept coming his way, but he was always too nervous to take them.

There was the time when Papa was driving him home from his piano lesson, an easy silence between them.

There was the time when Mama and Papa were snuggled under a blanket in the den, flicking through the channels on the television, his other siblings scattered throughout the house, playing or reading.

There was the time on a snowy Advent Sunday when he was alone with Mama as she clasped a pearl necklace around her pale neck and studied her reflection in the mirror before asking Philip if he’d like a necklace to wear to mass. He simply bit his tongue and shook his head no.

The more time that passed without telling his parents, the worse he felt. Every she and her and use of his birthname sounded like nails on a chalkboard to his ears.

It was Christmas Eve when the next opportunity arose, and, this time, neither Philip himself nor his overwhelming anxiety could stop him from taking it.

It was nearly ten at night when Elf, the movie the family was watching, ended and Mama and Papa told the kids it was time to get ready for bed. Philip went through the motions of brushing his teeth, combing out his hair, and changing into the fuzziest pajamas he had. He said goodnight to his parents and climbed up to the room he and Angie shared. He even got into bed and crawled under the covers.

After a short amount of time passed, he heard Angie’s breathing even out, and he heard the scampering from the room nextdoor, where his three younger brothers slept, slow to a shuffle and then halt all together. He looked at the digital clock on his bedstand. It was 10:45.

Philip got out of bed as quietly as he could. He wrapped the quilt Grandmama had made him when he was born around his shoulders and slipped out of his room and down the stairs.

He found his parents in the living room, murmuring to one another, a notepad and pen in his father’s hand.

“Ma? Da?” He felt like his tiny voice had been shot through a loudspeaker from the way his parents jumped.

“Oh my god!” Mama said, putting her hand to her heart, a smile coming to her face. “You scared us, sweetie.”

“Are you okay, honey?” Papa asked, his brow creased in worry.

“Yeah, uh, what’re you guys doing?” Philip knew he was stalling, but he was also genuinely curious.

Papa winked. “Helping out Santa, that’s what.”

Philip laughed for a few seconds before his smile fell off his face. Was he really doing this? His parents seemed to sense something was up.

“Sweetheart?” Mama said gently. “Do you need to talk with us? Did you have another nightmare?”

His parents knew he had nightmares, but they didn’t know what they were about. Telling them would mean coming out, something he didn’t want to do via explaining a nightmare.

“I, um, have something I need to tell you,” Philip said, biting his lip.

Papa gestured for him to sit on the couch between the two of them. Philip sank down, unconsciously huddling close to his mother, who was always there to comfort him.

He hoped she would still be there for him after he told them this.

“Well, uh,” he started and stopped. His hands were sweating. Did hands usually sweat?

“You can tell us anything,” Papa said, his voice steady and sure.

“Always,” Mama echoed, taking Philip’s little hands in her own.

“I’m not a girl,” Philip whispered.

“Okay,” Papa said. “Do you wanna tell us more?”

“I’m a boy,” Philip said, his voice the slightest bit more confident after being encouraged by Papa.

“Oh, sweetie,” Eliza said, her voice breaking. She pulled Philip close to her. “How long?” she said into his hair. “How long did you know and––” Her voice broke. Why was Mama crying? She pulled away and cupped his face with her hands. “My little baby in pain, all this time, and we––”

“Eliza,” Papa said gently. “It’s okay. It’s all okay. Look, he told us!” Alexander exclaimed, a grin on his face.

He. Philip felt like his insides had suddenly turned multicolor; like he was made of Christmas lights. He was grinning without even being aware of it.

“Oh,” Mama said with a sad chuckle. “Sweetheart, I am so happy you told us. I’m just so sorry if you were in pain all this time and we had no idea.”

“We love you,” Papa said, pulling Philip close to him now. “So, so much. Nothing could ever change that. I’ll do whatever it takes, I’ll even make a million mistakes, just to make this world safe and sound for you. To make you happy.” Papa stroked Philip’s hair and swayed side to side with him pressed against his chest.

When Papa finally let Philip go, Mama took his hands again.

“Do you… Have you chosen a name?”

“Yeah,” Philip said, a bit of anxiety seeping in again. What if they didn’t like his name?

“What is it?” Papa asked.

“Philip,” he said. This was the first time he’d said it to anyone, aside from himself, out loud. “Philip,” he said with more confidence. “For Grandpapa,” he said, referring to Mama’s father.

“It’s beautiful,” Mama whispered. “Just like you.”

Mama and Papa wrapped their arms around Philip, the three of them sitting there in a loving silence for some time. They knew there would be challenges to face, but they were fighters and they had each other. They had no doubt that that would be enough.

For now they simply wanted to celebrate, because on that night a son was born.

10

I’ve only got one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you, if you want.

(inspired by x)