same winks

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this was fun.

anonymous asked:

Hey I don't want to sound rude, I'm really just curious. Why did you start drawing Michael like that (forgot the name of the thing sorry for the wording)? Is there a specific reason?

i drew it bc of an anon then later on proceeded to just draw him for my friend( @crowned-corvid/ @bingtart ) who also has vitiligo and is kin with him

Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU


Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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“My mom is better than yours” - Batmom x Damian Wayne

Summary : The Kent family have invited your family over for dinner, and of course, as usual, Damian and Jon don’t quite…behave. 

I just wanted to write a short little cute fic with Damian and his mama because I just love the idea of Damian being super proud of his Batmom and blahblahblah maybe it’s a bit too long sorry. I hope you will like it

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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Bruce thought it was extremely cute, how Damian’s eyes always seem to shine when looking at you. How his face brightens. Even how ashamed he is when you scold him when he’s too cocky, or simply being a plain brat. 

The kid thought you were just the best damn thing on this planet. 

He admired everything you did…

The Batman had to admit it, sometimes, he was a bit jealous. 

But mostly, he just thought it was really cute, to see his boy completely accepting you as his mother. Hell, he was even calling you “Mama” (damn period dramas) now !

You were the one he considered his mom (Talia actually tried to kill you a few times because of that, jealous beyond everything of you and the love “her” son seemed to have for you…She tried harder when Damian told her that she was “never his mom”, that you showed him what a real mother was, and also, when she realized how in love Bruce was with you, while she had to drug him to get him to sleep with her…Yeah, pretty jealous. You always pulled through though, mostly thanks to your boys, husband and superfriends).

Well, to be honest, he never doubted the fact that you’d get along with him. You had a special effect on people. If you really put your mind to it, you can convince anyone to do what you want, you can win anyone’s heart in a little flutter of your damn beautiful eyelashes…

When Damian first met you, he was most disagreeable, and you…grounded him. “Young man, in your room, no dessert for you tonight”, and he was so stunned that he did it, though he didn’t even listen to his father at the time, and thought he knew everything better than everyone ! He knew you only for a few minutes, and he already had more respect for you than for anyone else. 

Sometimes, Bruce suspected that you might be a meta-human, because the power you could have over people with your magnificent aura was…something. But he tested you in every way possible, and he had to admit that, you were just like him. A simple human. A simple human with incredible abilities. 

Yes. Bruce always thought it was extremely cute the way his son, your son to the both of you, almost worshipped you. 

Well, your older kids did too. Again, there was just a way about you…

You started dating Bruce when he first took young Richard Grayson in, about twelve years ago (right after Talia drugged him actually), when he was barely 8 years old and heartbroken because of his parents’ death…And though you were merely twenty, quite younger than Bruce really, you took your job as a surrogate mother for Dick very seriously. Quickly, the boy asked you if he could call you mom, if his own mother would be mad and…well, the hug you gave him was answer enough. Though he was twenty and had his own flat in Bludhaven now, Dick was still quite the momma’s boy. 

It was pretty much the same with Jason. You winked at him and told him it was pretty cool and brave to try and steal the batmobile’s wheels, and boom, you had him wrapped around your little fingers. He lived for your bedtime stories and cuddle when he had trouble sleeping. 

Tim was even easier to treat you like his mom. After only a few months he was already introducing you as his mother, and that was that. Just natural. Unlike Jason and Dick, his birth mother wasn’t exactly…the best, and you gave him a chance to have a real mom. One that would die for her son, do anything for him,  even if it meant staying up all night to sing him soothing songs while he had the flu, putting ridiculous costumes to go trick or treating with him, or, more recently, since he was now 15 (already ?!), gaming with him until you’d both pass out out of exhaustion. 

Quite like Tim, Damian never had the love of a “real” mother. How it should be. The mom taking care of her son, no matter what. Not letting him do whatever he wants, but making sure he’s happy…and so, just like his older brothers before him, he came to simply adore you. 

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theverge.com
Genndy Tartakovsky on reviving Samurai Jack: ‘I was out of shape for working this hard again’
The show’s creator explains the beautiful grimness of his wrap-up miniseries, and why the most important thing was making it memorable.
By Tasha Robinson

The fun of caricature and stylization is just giving you the essence of something, and then the audience fills in the rest. That’s what’s most exciting, to do something graphic and bold. […] There’s nothing worse than “Eh, that was okay.” Especially in this day and age. It’s so competitive. So many things are being made. The last thing you want to do is leave no impression. 

fantastic interview.  his bits about tapping into mature shit without getting ~nolanesque grimdark~ were on point as well, tbh.

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Harvey Dent on Gotham Tonight (TDK Special Features)

for @about-faces!

Sweetest Thing

Pairing: Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) x Reader 

A/N; If Finn Balor told me he wanted to punch me in the face, I would ask if he wanted to hit my left cheek or right

Summary: Finn Balor thinks you are just the sweetest thing. So much so that all he wants to do is drag you through a crowded room with his arm around your waist and a shit eating grin that tells everyone that you are only his to stare at. 

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“Ouch! Seriously Y/N, I’m not a damn voodoo doll”. 

“Piss off Lexi, you wiggle too much. Not my fault”, you grumble out with a mouth full of pins and a roll of your eyes. 

Alexa lowers her eyes and frowns as she watches you kneel in front of her, trying your best to hem the shit out of the gown that was obviously too long for her tiny stature. Between the two of you, it was no secret that Alexa Bliss was the hardest to dress for formal WWE events, but at the end of the day, as the stylist to the superstars, you had always found a way to make her shine. With that in mind, she should have been more appreciative about your grueling attempt to make the gown for this particular charity event fit. 

Everyone was going to be there tonight. It was a gala for one of the many charities the WWE sponsored which meant the most notable stars from both NXT and WWE needed to make an appearance. Now, as the head of the clothing and costume department, that meant that you and your team were in charge of making everyone dress like royalty. Particularly for you, that meant fitting and styling the best of the best. 

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happy 24th to this lovely star !! 🌟*finger guns*

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jealous

summary; shawn gets jealous when another guy comes into the picture, but he doesn’t exactly know how to voice his feelings

warning; slight profanity

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


Having a best friend that also was the captain of the basketball team definitely had its perks. You’d always have a front row seat saved for you at every game, and because Shawn didn’t have a girlfriend, you were the person he’d ask to wear his jersey around school on game days. This usually left many girls at your school envious, but you were grateful to be walking around campus with your best friend’s last name on your back. It was a nice feeling knowing that between all of the girls that threw themselves at Shawn and his other friends, you were that one that he asked to be wearing his number and name.

The game tonight would be a big match-up for your school, North High, as the basketball team would be playing your long time rival, West Bay Academy. It was often a game that was packed especially since it was a home game for North High School, and it was a game you didn’t wanna miss. What brought the match-up even more hype was how this game would determine who moved on to regionals since both the North High and West Bay basketball teams were undefeated.

The game has been the only thing Shawn has talked about since last season when the team came short and lost by just two points. It also didn’t help that he already had some beef with West Bay’s team captain, Nathan Martin, which was another reason why he wanted to win so bad. He’s only brought up Nathan once, but that was enough for you to know that he didn’t like the boy. Your childhood bestfriend never told you why he hated him so much, but you knew it’s been another motive and reason for Shawn to win this game. Ever since then, he’s been on the court from dusk to dawn training and perfecting his shots and skill. Both being seniors, you understood how much Shawn wanted this win under his belt before graduating from North High as his excitement soon became yours aswell. It concerned you how often he was working out, but you knew how much he wanted to take this win for the school and himself.

You took your seat in the blue stand as students wearing blue and black, your school colors, started flooding the room. Soon enough, the gym was crowded with people from both North High and West Bay, meaning the game would start any minute.

Right as that though occurred, the cheerleaders ran across the court and did their usual mini routine before your principal at the microphone introduced the teams. You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear as you saw Shawn run out of the locker room doors. You could already see the concentration and hunger in his usually bright, topaz eyes. Bringing yourself to your feet, you cheered loudly for Shawn as they introduced him as a part of the team’s starting five. His eyes searched for you in the crowd until his eyes met yours. Winking at you before turning his attention back on the refs, you were left with a creeping pink blush.

You weren’t gonna deny it when it came to your best friend; Shawn was definitely good-looking and had a smile that would send any person into the sky. He knew all of the right words to flatter someone, and he knew how to treat people. He was charming all around, making it no mystery why so many girls craved to be acknowledged by him. Admittedly, you had a major crush on him in your sophomore year and many grades leading up to that, but you quickly pushed away the thought and possibility of ruining a great friendship between the two of you. The two of you have known each other since the 2nd grade and you didn’t want to put that on the line. Embarrassingly enough, you still might’ve had a small crush on him, but luckily it was tiny enough to be able to push to the side. Shawn never showed any signs of being interested in you – not like you were his type anyways. He always seemed to go for the more outgoing and loud girls, someone who’d balance out his just as chirpy personality.

All while reevaluating your feelings for Shawn, all 10 players on the court circled around the center of the floor for the jump. The suspense was already thickening at the air, the crowd silent as the referee tossed the ball into the air. You clapped as the ball was passed to Shawn, who was already making his way through the tall defenders. He hastily yet smoothly dribbled up to the three-point line to shoot, exactly how you’d seen him do behind closed doors in practice a million times. As the net made the sound of a ‘swish’ you and the crowd went wild.

All in the same minute, a player from the opposing team went in for the layup successfully, making the score an already tight 3-2, with Shawn’s team leading. This was going to be a game for the books.

By halftime, North High was winning with a comfortable yet high 73-56 on the scoreboard. Shawn had already dropped 24 of those points, and you couldn’t be any happier for your best friend. All of his hard work was finally being showcased in front of everyone tonight, and by the look on his face, you knew Shawn was thinking the same. He was definitely humble about his talents, but always appreciated the praise that came from the rowdy student crowd.

When the referee blew the whistle indicating the third quarter would be starting in a matter of seconds, a wink that was sent your way caught your eye. It wasn’t the familiar silly type of wink that belonged to Shawn, but it was from a player on West Bay’s team. You didn’t recognize him, but that didn’t stop you from blushing for the second time tonight. You looked away to cover the rising red hue coming to your face but as you looked up, the unknown player was still looking at you, adorned with his bright smile. Sure, he was cute, but you brushed it off your shoulder suspecting that the gesture probably wasn’t even meant for you.

Your cue to snap out of your daydreams came when the crowd roared again, telling you that someone had scored. The score moved up to 75-56, meaning North High just got another two points. Looking around for who might’ve gotten those points, your questions were answered when you heard the gym chant Shawn’s name. Before you had any more time to ponder, Shawn stole the ball from the other team, sprinting down the court with the ball dribbling in his right hand. His arms and legs flexed as he worked on taking the ball down the court. You couldn’t help but stare at his back muscles stiffly flexing through the thin material of his jersey. Shawn slightly turned his head to look over his shoulder, making sure no one was there to stop him. Leaping, he went in for the dunk, making it. Rising to your feet alongside the rest of your school, you cheered for Shawn and the dunk. At least his long noodle legs were finally good for something you giggled to yourself.

This night couldn’t have gotten any better for Shawn. Not only had he scored over a third of North High’s points for tonight, but it looked like the win would be going to him and his team tonight. You could see the passion and excitement shine through him as he ran down the court with a grin.

By the time there was only ten seconds remaining in the last quarter, you checked the score to see it be 103-89. You knew that there was no way West Bay would be able to catch up by now, and ran down the court to congratulate Shawn and the team once the timer drained and the sound of buzzer consumed the whole gym.

He immediately brought you in for a hug as soon as you tapped his shoulder.

“Hey watch it, you’re sweaty and smelly,” You teased at your best friend.

“Oh shut it, Y/N. Don’t kill my vibe,” Shawn laughed back. He was still energetic from the adrenaline of the game, his arms shaking off the nerves that he usually gathered from any match.

“I’m so proud of you. You kicked some butt out there,” You said, hugging Shawn tighter.

The two of you hugged for who knows how long before he was forced to let go by his waiting team. They all lined up near the microphone and huddled around the coach and principal. Some were even making their own circle around Shawn who without a doubt, had been the star player tonight.

“Everyone congratulate your new district champs! They will be moving on to regionals in two weeks!” Your principal enthusiastically shouted through the mic. If the gym wasn’t already loud with school pride, it definitely was now. The trophy was handed to Shawn as he raised it towards the ceiling, marking your school’s basketball team as the new champions. A year’s worth of hard work payed off, and you were more than glad to witness the important night for your bestfriend and school.

After all was said and done, Shawn headed back to the locker room with his team to freshen up before the two of you would go out for a celebratory dinner. It was a tradition for the two of you to always go to the diner a few minutes away from the school to celebrate a win. Shawn even ditched the rest of his team to go, and even though you insisted to raincheck on the dinner, he wouldn’t budge. You loved how he always out your friendship in front of everything else, and it almost made you feel selfish for taking him away from his team especially on this special night.

While you were waiting in the stands watching the court and gym clear out, the same person who winked at you earlier seemed to be approaching and waving at you. Looking around to see if he was trying to grab someone else’s attention you were the only person in your stand’s area to your dismay. Telling yourself to calm down and to just be yourself, you shot him a smile in return.

The boy had straight brown hair – slightly lighter than Shawn’s – and the brightest blue eyes. Similar to your best friend, he was sweaty and looked just as tired from just playing the intense game that just took place moments ago.

You mentally slapped yourself for probably staring too long, but he was definitely cute. Okay, he was hot.

He stopped just a few feet away from you before he introduced himself. “Hey, I’m know that we don’t know each other, but I’d like that to change,” he said while scratching the back of his head. “I saw you from the stands and couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are,” The boy said to you as you raised your eyebrows. “Oh, and I promise I don’t go doing this to every girl I see at games,” He explained as if he was just reading your thoughts.

You giggled and took your chance, “Well, I’d love to get to know you too. You’re from West Bay?” You ask, trying to carry on the conversation. Immediately, you realize how dumb you sounded. He’s wearing a West Bay jersey, and just played in the game, what do you think, idiot?

He didn’t point out your stupid question but instead nodded his head and laughed. “Yep! I’m Nate, by the way,” He stuck out his hand and you shook it.

“Y/N,” You introduced yourself. The name ‘Nate’ sounded awfully familiar, but you couldn’t put your tongue on it.

“Oh, you did really good tonight, by the way,” You added for courtesy even though your eyes were only on Shawn the whole night.

“Thank you,” He laughed. “Although it’s a little hard to play well when you see a gorgeous girl in the stands,” He said as you covered your hot face. This boy knew what he was doing to you, and he didn’t need you to respond to know that his flirting had an effect on you.

“Anyways,” He snapped you out of your embarrassment, “Here’s my number. Maybe we can talk and hang out in the next week or two? I gotta go, but hopefully we’ll see each other very soon. Bye Y/N,” Nate said before giving you another smile and wink before walking towards the gym exit.

Taking the slip of paper that had his scribbled digits, you wave him goodbye. You probably looked crazy, staring off into no where, but your mind instantly brought you to the perfect date setting. Nate would be there, and the two of you would be laughing, learning about one another, and enjoying each other’s company.

Noticing that Shawn was heading out of the locker room, you ran over to him and gave the now freshened up boy a hug. “I don’t know if I told you this yet, but you did amazing tonight, Shawny. I’m so proud of my bestfriend!” You squealed. “And that dunk? Oh my gosh, I wish I got that on camera! What a way to end the season, huh?” You raved.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the game,” He chuckled, reaching his hand over to your head to mess up your hair.

“You know I’d never miss one of your games,” You replied while wrapping an arm around his waist. It was like the perfect fit, especially since he was so much taller and bigger than you.

Shawn thanked you and draped his long arm over your shoulders. The two of you talked more about the game and future championships for a little before he stopped mid sentence to ask another question.

“What’s up with you?” Shawn continued walking over to the stands with you. “You’re red as a tomato and won’t stop laughing like an idiot. Oh my gosh, please don’t tell me it’s because of that boy you were talking to,” He giggles while lightly nudging your shoulder.

You don’t even try to lie to him.

“Oh crap, you saw that?” You chuckle to yourself before starting, “Okay, well, this guy who played on West Bay’s team came up to me and we just talked for a little,” You said, hoping that Shawn wouldn’t prod into the details any further.

“Hmm… are you sure that’s all that happened?” Shawn joked with a serious tone underlying in his question. He knew you were hiding something.

“Okay, okay, fine. He also gave me his number and might’ve maybe called me gorgeous. He asked to hang out soon, but I’m pretty sure he just said that to be nice,” You spill.

Shawn’s eyebrows perked up for a split second before he recovered. “Aww, my little Y/N is growing up and getting some,” He wiggled his thick eyebrows, as you groaned into his side. “What’s his name? Do you think he’s cute?” He always asked these type of questions when you talked about any guy you met.

You might’ve been excited, but that didn’t stop you from noticing that Shawn’s body had straightened and that he had a forced smile all while saying this. His flat tone was a dead giveaway that he wasn’t as ecstatic about Nate as you. Deciding that it was probably from how tired he was, you didn’t press on.

“I think he said it was Nate,” You answer, not completely sure. “He was pretty good looking, I guess.”

You wait for a reply from Shawn, but it never comes. Turning to your right to face him, his jaw is tightened and fists are clenched. As the two of you walk around the gym to greet everyone who came out to watch, you became aware of how Shawn lost the excitement he usually had after a win. His thank you’s sounded empty and conversations seemed rushed as if he didn’t want to be in the gym anymore.

“Shawn? Everything alright? You’re not gonna tell me how you think the game went? Not even about all those threes you made?” You ask worriedly. You tried mentioning the game’s highlights in hopes of getting a few words out of Shawn, but you found yourself receiving no answer from your childhood bestfriend.

Did you do something wrong? You’ve known him since the two of you were seven, but you’ve never seen this type of expression on his face. His usually chirpy and bright face was now traded with…anger? This was like the face he would make when he’d talk about beating West Bay, but almost even worse.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” He says through his teeth. Shawn’s fists were clenching around his car keys.

You were about to say something about dinner to lighten the mood, but you got cut off by Shawn.

“You said Nate was his name?” He questions while you nod in confirmation.

“Brown hair?” You nod.

“Nice smile?” You nod.

“Blue eyes?” You find yourself nodding again, confused. Did Shawn know Nate? You didn’t remember seeing anyone like Nate at last year’s game, but then again, it was a year ago.

Fuckboy?” Shawn says, emphasizing this description from the others.

Taken aback for a minute, you stop in your tracks.

“Excuse me?” You question.

“Un-fucking-believable,” You catch Shawn muttering under his breath as he briskly walks away from you.

You get close enough to him to grab his arm and somewhat slow him down.

“What are you going on about Shawn? Do you know him?”

“Does the name Nathan Martin maybe lighten a damn light bulb in that head of yours?” Shawn snaps, and your eyes widen. No wonder why the name ‘Nate’ sounded so familiar, it must’ve been a nickname that he used of Nathan.

Wait,” You pause, “You’re telling me that the Nate who just tried to hit on me,” You stop again, “Is the same very Nathan that you’ve had beef with for the last year? The same very person that you claim to hate?”

Your best friend nods, but never meets your stare. How did you not recognize the name the minute Nate introduced himself to you? You felt stupid, but didn’t understand why Shawn had to be so harsh. Was he jealous? No, he couldn’t be. He doesn’t like you and has never showed any interest in you. Maybe you were overthinking things, but you had your reasons.

Before you could say anything else, he’s already back to walking away from you. Figuring that it’d be best to not press him on until you guys were sitting in the car, you quietly trail behind the six foot boy. His footsteps are rushed, making it hard for you to keep up with him. You almost have to run to his car to make sure he wouldn’t drive off without you.

Once you click the seat belt of your passenger seat, you look over to look at Shawn’s face. His features are a little more relaxed, but he’s gripping the steering wheel so tight, that his knuckles are showing white. This was the last scenario you would’ve imagined to happen, especially after a win that Shawn has been going on about for the past year.

You wait for when you’re halfway to the restaurant to resume the conversation you and Shawn had in the gym.

“Shawn?” You speak barely above a whisper.

“Yes Y/N?” He sighs while keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“Why do you hate Nathan so much? Like I get that you were mad about the loss last year, but there has to be another reason. You can trust me, Shawn.” You coo.

Taking a deep breath, Shawn looks you in the eyes. “You really wanna know?” He asks, while you frantically nod your head ‘yes’.

He waits a few seconds before he begins. “Do you remember the girl I had a huge crush on at the beginning of junior year?”

A little hurt at the memory, you nod your head. You knew Shawn had a crush on a girl last year, but he never went into much detail on what happened between the two of them. You both considered each other your bestfriends, but when it came to dating, Shawn was always closed off about his romantic life. All you knew was that she went to West Bay and that they talked back and forth a lot. Not a day went by that Shawn wouldn’t mention how much he liked the girl, but one day it all stopped. When you tried to ask him what happened, he’d get upset and would try to change the subject.

“Well as you know, she went to West Bay and we had a thing. Ask anyone, and they’d say the same. We were exclusive, but not exclusive if that makes sense? We had a thing for each other, but it was nothing official.” He tried to explain the complicated relationship.

You gesture for him to go on with the story.

“We talked back and forth and even went on some dates for a few months before I finally decided to man up and ask her out one night. I was so nervous, but I just wanted to be able to call her mine. I was so head over heels for this girl, it was insane,” He closes his eyes at the stop light as if he were reminiscing.

“The night I was going to ask her out, I was going to decorate her room with balloons and flowers, and then ask her to be my girlfriend. Cliche, I know, but I didn’t know any better way. I texted her and when she told me she was out of the house and busy, I headed straight to her house where her mom let me in after I explained everything. When I got to her room, the lights were already on, but I didn’t think much of it until I heard some noise coming from behind the door. I know I should’ve knocked, but I stupidly opened the door to see Nathan Martin and the girl of my dreams at the time sucking off each other’s faces and practically naked. If I were to open the door any later, I’m pretty sure I would’ve walked in on a much worse scene,” Shawn paused for a minute and slowed into the parking lot of your favorite food spot.

To say the least, you were completely speechless. You didn’t know whether to hug him or tell him to drive you to the girl’s house so you could beat the living shit out of her. You were protective of your bestfriend, and tried to hold in your slight anger that was bubbling inside you.

“I-I’m so sorry, Shawn. No one should have to go through that,” You said while putting your hand on his. “She didn’t deserve you. It was her loss.”

“But wait, there’s more,” Your best friend says in a sarcastic tone. “When I confronted her, she told me that she was only using me as a rebound and a way to get Nate, her ex-boyfriend, back. She chose him over me and told me to leave. I don’t know if it was because I was so embarrassed or hurt, but I was crushed. I’m obviously way over it, but I remember being so upset over it that I didn’t leave my room for the next two weeks. After that day and the night of last year’s game, I wanted to whoop him and his stupid little West Bay team’s ass. Nathan stole what would’ve been my girl; he took away the girl I was crazy for,” He stopped talking to close his eyes. His face no longer showed anger or hate, but instead remorse and hurt. The diner’s bright sign lit up his now calm face, bringing the conversation to a more relaxed level.

You thought he was finished with his story until he opened his mouth again. “He did it once, and I guess he’s about to do it again,” Shawn sighed.

Wait

Did you hear that right? What did he mean that Nathan would do it again? Did Shawn like someone that he didn’t tell you about? Not gonna lie, you were slightly hurt that you best friend of almost ten years wouldn’t tell you about his crush, but you decided to put him before yourself.

“What do you mean someone else, Shawn? Who?” You were dreading the answer.

He laughs and you become even more afraid of his reply. “Isn’t it obvious? Y/N, do you seriously not get it?” You were taken aback, and almost felt stupid. Did Shawn have a thing with another girl while you were thinking that you might’ve just maybe, had a chance with him?

You open your mouth to speak, but you’re interrupted. “I like you. You’re just too damn oblivious to see it. I’m jealous and I feel so stupid for it, but I can treat you so much better than Nate could ever.”

Now, it was your turn to be quiet. You and Shawn were sitting in his car parked in front of the restaurant right after he just confessed his feelings for you. For what must’ve been the millionth time, you were speechless, dazed, and confused.

Shawn liked you? He liked you back? You’ve been waiting for this moment since 8th grade, but something felt wrong. Shawn was too good for you, it just felt too good to be true. As the butterflies in your stomach settle down, you try to find the right words to say, but didn’t even get the chance to speak before Shawn adds on.

“Actually, scratch that,” You could feel your heart beating through your chest when he said that. What was he trying to do? Was this just a sick prank?

“I love you Y/N.” He breathed.

You try to find you words, and after a few seconds, you muster up the words that you only imagined saying to Shawn in your dreams. “I l-like you t-” And before you could say anything else, his lips were latched to yours. His body leaned over the glove compartment to grab your face closer to his as you lace your fingers in his still damp curls. The heat between the two of you soon became one as there was no distinct space lying in between. It was a short kiss, but you’ve never felt any butterflies like this. You could no longer tell if this was real life or not, but if this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.

“Please give us a chance Y/N. And if you just wanna be friends after all of this, I get it. I just can’t live knowing that I never tried. Nate doesn’t deserve you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say this. I love you, Y/N. So, so much. So much more than that dick can. Can we just try?” Shawn rambled. You’d never think you’d live the day to be hearing those words from your bestfriend. It was like a scene out of a movie.

“Okay, let’s try it” You say, going in for another peck. You were surprised at how calm you were, but being around Shawn made everything feel so calm, so natural.

“Now can we please get some food? I’m starving,” You tease.

Shawn nodded his head, undoing his seatbelt of his jeep and running to the door of the diner to open it for you. He asked if he could hold your hand and of course, you obliged. You have held hands with Shawn before, but this time it was different. This time, there was feelings and meaning behind it. You felt on top of the world, and suddenly, your conversation with Nate just less than an hour before seemed much more insignificant.

“Who knew it’d take your enemy and jealously to get us here,” You joked as the two of you walked through the doors of the diner hand in hand.


JEALOUS + BESTFRIEND SHAWN IS HONESTLY THE BEST COMBO DON’T @ ME

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Family

Draco x slytherin weasley!reader

Request: draco is secretly dating a Wesley (red head, hand me downs, very obvious except shes a slytherin) and her sister and Hermione are the only ones who know and it accidently gets spilled to her brothers and how they react and all that junk if you wouldn’t mind?! Id love if you did!

note: you gave me a prompt and i wrote waaaay more surrounding the story than anyone ever asked of me so idk here you go lol

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Draco bit his lip. Clearly you were a Weasley, with the bright ginger hair and moth eaten hand me down cloak, yet he couldn’t deny you were certainly attractive. More than attractive, if he were being honest. It was rather unfortunate, he felt, that such a wonder could be lost to such a dumb family.
He’d watched you from afar for years, but today felt different. Today he wanted to talk to you.

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| Cute | Holoform!Bumblebee

“This better be good”

- the first words out of your mouth as you knocked on the door hard.

Sam answered almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting, eyes staring at you from under a mop of brown hair as his head popped out.

“Oh it is,” He verified, a smirk pulling up his lips. He leant against the doorframe. “Bee’s been nagging me to call you for ages.”

“Bee?” You rose an eyebrow, curiosity slightly pinched but the irritation at having to walk all the way over to Sam’s house still pricking you.

“Why didn’t he just come himself?” You muttered. Sam only supplied you with a slight shrug of his shoulders as you turned to walk to his garage.

“You better not get it on with my car, Y/N!” You heard him call. You slightly bristled, knowing he must’ve noticed the excitement you tried to hide at the fact that it was Bee who called you over.

“He’s not yours Sam!” You called back. “And get a haircut you dork! You look like a broom!”

You heard him yelp and looked back to see him run his hand into his slightly overgrown hair with a blanched face. Snickering to yourself, you entered the garage, letting his sounds trail off to silence.

The moment you entered, the bright yellow Camaro in the middle of the room instantly shook on it’s wheels.

You laughed as he transformed, quicker than you’d ever seen before, growing to his full height. He hunched slightly because of the short roof but his servos clicked rapidly, clearly excited.

“You look happy about something,” you teased, resting a hand on your hip.

Because I’m happy! Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof!” The song flowed from his speakers which made you give a very unattractive snort. Bumblebee nodded enthusiastically, going down on one knee so that you could see him better, and not have to look almost straight upwards to see his face.

You found yourself lost in the gaze of his impossibly blue optics for a moment, before shaking yourself out of it. “What did you want to show me?”

Bee blinked once, twice, slowly, then popped up again as if realizing that yes, he indeed wanted to show you something. His doorwings fluttered so childishly you almost cooed out loud.

He folded back down into his alt mode, the door opening smoothly without a creak.

“You want me to get inside?”

You – got it – sugar cakes,” came his voice in the distorted radio speech he used.

You rolled your eyes, sliding into the driver’s seat and buckling yourself in as a habit. Humming a tune under your breath, You tapped your fingers on the dashboard to the beat. Your other hand brushed a thumb over the AutoBot insignia in the middle of Bee’s wheel, your gaze growing soft.

“We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we bud?” You exhaled lightly, remembering all the exciting - albeit terrifying and life threatening - adventures you’d gone through with the Cybertronian.

That we – have,” The words were also without his usual enthusiasm, thoughtful as if he were sharing the same sentiments you were feeling.

You rested your palm fully on the seat, feeling the warmth almost pulsing beneath your fingers, instead of cold leather. It reminded you yet again that Bee was a living being - a sentient, amazing being that you had had the opportunity to meet.

“What would I be without you?” You mused softly, not realizing you were thinking out loud and also failing to feel the seat belt tightening around you, as if hugging you close.

“But hey!” You broke yourself from your emotional state, putting your hands on the wheel, twisting and pretending to drive down a street.

You grinned, laughing as you gave it another spin and made car sounds. Bee went along with it, turning as if you were actually controlling him, the engine revving loudly and sending you into another fit of giggles.

“Sam would freak out if he saw me in his seat,” You snickered, imagining said control freak sputtering and demanding you to get out of his ‘special seat’.

“But you wouldn’t mind would you Bee? After all I’m your favourite.” You joked, nudging the wheel playfully.

“Oh I definitely don’t mind,” A voice next to you drawled.

You stiffened.

Your eyes slid over, and to the right there was a guy, casually leaning on the dashboard with his cheek on his palm. He smirked as he captured your gaze.

You screamed.

Unbuckling your seatbelt roughly and ignoring the whine of opposition from Bee, you threw it off you. You nearly fell headfirst out the car as you leaned to open the door, forgetting it was already ajar. Eventually you made it out, slamming the door shut and backing away.

Your chest heaved as you panted for breath. “Who the hell are you??
Afterwards you instead turned to your best friend of two years. “Bee! Who the hell is that?? Did you know he was in there?”

I did,” Came the short and almost cheeky answer.

“You did?” You asked, calmed down slightly, assured in the fact that Bee would never let someone harmful stay with you in the car but still on edge. “How long has he been in there?”

“Since the start of the conversation”

You turned around so fast you could have gotten whiplash. The same guy was now right behind you even though you hadn’t even seen him leave the car.

“I wasn’t asking you,” you narrowed your eyes, stepping back, putting some space between you. “I was asking Bee” You didn’t even try to censor who you were talking to, seeing as if he had been there the whole time he would have already witnessed who Bee was.

“But I am-”

“Shush!” You said, irritatedly. “Bee, why aren’t you answering me?”

Beautiful – calm down – listen to me”

“I am listening to you!” You said, clearly not getting whatever was going on.

“No you’re not,” Mystery guy said again, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m not talking to you” You felt as if you wanted to rip your hair out, your voice raising in pitch at your frustration.

“Y/N, calm down,” He stepped closer, resting a hand on your arm. You jerked back instantly.

“Don’t touch me!”

He hissed, and you saw that your nails had scratched three angry red lines in his skin. Your head cleared a bit and you couldn’t help the worry that flooded you.

“H-Hey wait, I’m sorry,” you stanmered. “Are you okay?”

He only chuckled raspily. “This is not how I expected this to go at all.”

At his calm output you found yourself levelling back to earth. “Who are you?” You frowned. “Why were you in…”

At the look in his eyes, realization suddenly dawned on you. “…in..Bee…”

“Bee?” You said incredulously.

“The one and only babe,” he grinned, winking the same impossible eyes, such a deep and baby blue it was like you could swim in them.

“But, you, how, what?”

He chuckled, lifting an arm to scratch at his head, an arm where there were no scratches that had just been there, as if healed already.

“Ratchet invented these holoforms for us to be able to blend in with humans better,” He said.

“Ratchet what??”

After a long explanation you stood in the same spot, blinking owlishly. Groaning, you leaned against the hood of the car. “I need to lie down.”

Bee laughed before coughing suddenly, dissolving into hacks that instantly worried you.

“Bee?” You said, still in slight disbelief but coming to terms with the fact that was standing right before you.

“I-I’m alright,” he rubbed his throat, and you suddenly noticed that he had been speaking hoarsely the entire time, but now it was like a rake was being dragged down his throat. “Talked too much.”

That’s right, his vocal processor was never properly fixed, You thought sadly.

“Will you be ok?” You asked.

I’ll be – fine,” The radio spoke from his alt.

“Just can’t talk for a while after this,” Bee spoke again.

You grew disoriented from his different forms speaking. “That’s so weird.”

You bit your lip absentmindedly, tracing your eyes over the male. Shaggy golden locks that curled right beneath his ears, sky sapphire eyes and a smooth jawline. Unsurprisingly, the rest of his body was adorned in black and yellow articles of clothing.

“Holoform…right? Holo like hologram?” You asked. “Does that mean…can I…?” You raised a hand tentatively.

“Go ahead,” He prompted, putting his palm up, hovering in front of yours. You ventured closer, swallowing before letting your hand slowly connect with his. Your eyebrows visibly lifted when the tips of your fingers brushed warm skin, instead of phasing right through him.

“Wow,” you breathed and dashed your caution to the wind as you pressed your hand fully to his. “It feels…You feel so-”

“Real?” He grinned toothily, interlocking his fingers with yours. “It’s not. But pretty awesome right?”
He stared at your interlocked hands. “I’ve always wanted to do this with you.”

You ignored the way your stomach fluttered at those words, still in awe. “Wow Bee, just wow. I don’t know what to say.”

You’d been expecting something when you went over Sam’s house, but definitely not this!

“Shh,” he put a finger to your lips before leaping back with the grin still attached to his face. “Then don’t! Let me amaze you”

There was a small flash of light and then Bee was dressed differently, a leather jacket over a yellow ripped shirt that slightly showed his abdomen. There were boots with chains climbing up his legs and fingerless gloves on his hands. He leaned against his alt, sunglasses glinting.

Bee tilted the sunglasses down and peered over the top of them. “Impressed?”

You were silent for a few extra moments before you broke out into laughter once more.

Bee looked adorably confused. You just laughed harder.

“Oh Bee!” You wheezed. Something about the bad boy look on Bee had you in fits. He just looked so clueless, like a five year old kid dressed in ripped jeans and trying to look cool. “No matter how you try to look tough, you’re just too cute.”

Bee’s cheeks flamed and he lost his confident persona, sputtering. There’s the Bee you knew.

“But, but I,” He actually whined, crossing his arms. “Y/N!

You were too busy rolling on the floor to hear him, and Bee contemplated running you over underneath the tires.

“What? That’s a good thing!” You gasped, getting up and leaning on his alt for help. “Isn’t it?”

“Cute?” He murmured angrily, storming over to you. His hands came to box you in and you had barely stopped your laughter when you noticed that he had trapped you on his hood.

You felt your heartbeat pick up as he leaned closer, and you could count every golden eyelash framing narrowed, intense blue. “Am I cute now?” His voice had dropped, and due to the fact that it had already been hoarse, the depth only made a shiver run up your back.

You controlled your breathing, steeling yourself before looking up as if thinking.

“Yes, yes you are,” You said before poking him directly underneath his ribcage. He froze, letting out a giggle.

A giggle.

You lost yourself to laughter again as he whined in the background, and the car revved angrily.

Y/N!”


[If Bee thought your reaction was bad, he definitely changed his mind when Sam let out a high pitched shriek when he came into the garage to check on you, throwing a chair at him.]


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Rye & Lies | 1

Originally posted by gotjimin

Part 2

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Angst & Smut
Word count: 3,592

Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He was gorgeous and you were desperate to be touched.

A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles.
SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual. 


He believed you didn’t know.

Thought he was sly and a good liar. That you were oblivious and naïve to everything that was happening behind your back.

But you knew.

You could smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he’d draw you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingered on his lips.

He hid a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replayed the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupied his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you faded away.  

“Sorry I’m late,” He’d say “Work ran longer than expected.” Was always his excuse.

You’d never question further, just sat back in silence and simply watched as the distance grew deeper and the lies tangled together. It was suffocating and wretched to know that he probably touched her the same way he touched you when the lights were low and life outside was quite.

But what were you to do when your marriage could not be nullified for the sake of saving face and avoiding the tainting of either your family names. A contract marriage was nothing but complicated business that a woman of your nature had no place jeopardizing.  

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