seriously this has been one of the craziest days of my life

shy!jungkook + the birthday list


“I don’t want to do this.” Jungkook breathes.

“You don’t have to.” You reply and wince because he’s gripping your hand too tightly and his palm is big, covering the expanse of yours and clammy with sweat.

“But you’ll be disappointed.” He replies.

“I won’t.”

“Fine. Then I’ll be disappointed.” He mutters and barely comprehends the way your small hand tightens around his own. “I don’t have to do this but I want to. I want to prove you wrong.”

“Then let’s do it.” You giggle, grinning up at him. You tug your hand out of his long enough to begin stripping and Jungkook trains his gaze on the bare expanse of your back, because you’ve forgone a bra tonight even though you’d dragged him out to a party.

Your friendship had been a shocking revelation—and not just to the entire campus, but to you two as well. There was something about you and something about him that worked, you complimented each other well. He was sweet where you were crass, and his nervousness egged on your need for adrenaline. Being with him felt good, like a balm for your battered soul.

Jungkook strolls next to you, glaring when you try to glance down where his hand is cupped over his naked crotch, you only grin teasingly.

The forest was quiet, peacefully so and in such major contrast the raging party that was occurring but a few feet away. You had dragged Jungkook out, after one too many shots of tequila, giggling with him the entire way about your plans. But now that he was here and naked it had almost a sobering effect on his brain and he back tracks trying to remember how he got here.


1 week prior…

“Happy Birthday!” You grin and Jungkook flushes because you’re at his work—a small cafe about a block from your university that he barista’d at part time.

He was honestly surprised you remembered, even if it was a little early. It wasn’t like you were exactly the sentimental type and while you didn’t keep Jungkook at an arm’s length you also weren’t dying to have him near you twenty-four seven. A feeling of indifference he wished he could mirror when it came to you because as far as your friendship went Jungkook was almost positive he cared more than you did.

“Thank you,” he says shyly before coming around the counter to sit with you, “but it’s not for another day.”

You shrug impishly, before handing him an envelope, “I’m on my way to Yoongi’s. I only came here to give you this.”

Jungkook accepts the pink letter, schooling his features at the mention of your on again off again friends with benefits. If Yoongi could even be called a friend because Jungkook was almost positive you two hated each other. Then again maybe that was the appeal, you had once told him about how good angry sex was… but in small doses, it wasn’t good to get that worked up that often. But it sure seemed like didn’t mind these days, with how often you frequented the boys dormitory and not just to visit Jungkook.

“What is this,” he murmurs, tearing open the envelope to find a poorly drawn heart with his name in it. He bit his lip to mask a smile because it wasn’t often that you could be cute. Sexy, yes. Cute? Not so much.

You wait with baited breath and attempt to swallow a giggle as he tears through it almost childishly. The card is held upright when he opens it, dropping its contents on the floor and making Jungkook frown when he bends to pick it up. And when he does…

“What the hell is this?” He flushes, scrambling to grab the remainder of the Polaroids off the floor, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one sees when he steals a peek.

They’re nudes.

Five or sex of them, zoomed in to focus on pert breasts and a rotund ass—there are some that are less incriminating a landscape styled photo of a throat, long and elegant with the hint of the muses lower lip caught between their teeth. The last is of a neatly trimmed, and spread pussy. 

He has a sneaking suspicion but doesn’t ask, instead just levels you with a heated look.

“Surprise,” you grin cheekily, “it’s your birthday gift.”

“Who’s are these?” He whispers harshly, grabbing you by the wrist.

“They’re yours silly.” You roll your eyes before backing him against the counter, your hands go to grip the sides of his white button up, tucked neatly into his apron.

“I’m at work.” Jungkook closes his eyes when you move to press yourself firmly against his crotch. He only opens them so he can grab you and keep you a safe distance from himself, “And I meant who’s … pictures are these.”

You bite your lip before chancing a glance over your shoulder. Jungkook’s eyes widen when you begin unbuttoning your top, “Did you want to see them in real life too?”

“___.” He grits out, yanking the two sides of your shirt together and making you grin, “Are you high?”

You pout and Jungkook lets go of your top, nodding at you to begin buttoning it back up with a frown. “I liked it better when you were nervous around me.”

“You fuck around too much.” He groans, and you grin at him when he hesitantly takes another peek at the pictures you’ve gifted him. Jungkook sends you a wary look, “Why did you… why… I mean, thanks but what’s up with the pictures?”

“I’ve been far too patient with you, Kook.” You sigh before leaning against the counter he’d just wiped down. “We’ve been friends how long now?”

“I wasn’t counting.” He lied.

“Six months,” you seethe, “We’ve been friends for six months and we never do things I want to do—”

“Because everything you want to do is illegal, immoral or unaffordable.” He adds dryly.

“But,” you glare, “now it’s your 21st birthday and I refuse to let you pick what we’re gonna do this year.”

“It’s my birthday.” He argues.

“Yes, but if I have to sit through one more Iron Man marathon I’m going to strangle you, you big nerd.” You scoff before placing hands on his broad shoulders, “Open the rest of your present.”

“I’m scared.” He says honestly but obliges anyway when you pin him with a look.

Jungkook opens it slowly, lest you have anymore surprised waiting for him, but all that’s inside is a pink paper with a list on it. He frowns at you.

“What is this?” He asks slowly, eyes scanning the items listed warily.

“A bucket list,” you say before scrunching your nose and shaking your head, “Actually it’s more like a scavenger hunt list, I guess. You have until midnight tomorrow to complete it.”

“Why,” he lifts the list in his hand, “would I ever want to do this? One of the items on the list is masturbate in public. You expect me to do that?”

“Get creative. And as for incentive to complete it in a timely manner I’ll….” You smile before leaning over the counter, to whisper in his ear.

Jungkook’s eyes widen before pulling back.

“You’re s-serious?” He stammers, “you can’t take it back once you’ve already agreed to it.”

You roll your eyes at him before nodding, “I won’t.”

He bites his lip nervously before eyeing you up and down. He offers you his pinky.

“Pinky swear.”

“You’re so immature,” You groan but give him your pinky anyway, “Fine. I swear, okay? Now what’s the first thing on the list?”


Presently… 

“God,” Jungkook groans, “how are you so calm about this?”

You shrug, “Years of going along with all of Taehyung’s weird shit just makes you kind of immune to things after a while. Besides this isn’t even the craziest thing on the list.”

Jungkook nods at the mention of your equally crazy best friend. 

“This wouldn’t be half as bad if I wasn’t soft,” Jungkook chances a look at where his hands are covering, “it’s kind of an confidence killer.”

“Do you want me to—”

No.” Jungkook glares, knowing you’re being entirely serious about your offer.

“Come on Jungkook it’s not like you have an ugly body.” You sigh before sending him a kind smile, “I’ll even go before you so it’s less scary.”

“Wait,” he says, hand shooting out to grip your wrist, “Seriously, I’m scared shitless, right now. Just give me a sec, okay?”

You wait patiently, wordlessly watching him fidget with his eyes closed. It’s silent for a full minute before he’s letting out a long exhale and shooting you a pained look.

“Okay fuck it’s not working I don’t think I can do—”

You grip both his cheeks in small palms, and Jungkook tries to avert his gaze from your naked breast. They were fucking magnificent so it was a feat.

“You’re gonna be okay,” you say with a small smile, a shiver racks his body when you soothe your thumbs over his cheekbones. “Just picture everybody naked.”

“You’re not funny.” Jungkook shoots you a dry look at your joke and you lean up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You’ll be fine, babe.” You grin before.

Babe. 

Jungkook leans into your hold at the term of endearment, all too willing for your praise and approval. He wasn’t exactly proud of the fact that he would bend over backwards just for you touch him like this.  

You cock a brow at him, “We don’t have to streak you know. We could just skip to the last part of the list if y—”

Jungkook shakes your hands off with a glare, “You fuck around too much.”

“As I’ve been told.” You sigh, before reaching down and pulling Jungkook’s hands away—a feat considering he was dead set on shielding himself from you. “On the count of three… one, two…”

The tail end of your sentence was lost somewhere in the shrubbery as you took off in a sprint. You didn’t even look behind you to check whether or not Jungkook was trailing behind you because you didn’t need to. If there was one thing you could count on in the fickle nature of your life, it was your unlikely friendship with Jungkook. As much as he protested, Jeon Jungkook would always be a constant in your life—at least you hoped so.

And now with your chest heaving with the added combination of adrenaline and just plain old physical exertion, things felt right. Because Jungkook could give you a lot of things—stability, comfort, dare you say love (even platonic love was more than you were used to), but you couldn’t always reciprocate that. So if there was one thing you would gift the younger boy with in his nine to five cut and dried life it was fun.

“I hate you,” Jungkook curses as you change directions last minute to avoid the crowd of drunk on lookers cheering you on.

“I didn’t have to do it with you!” You laugh, tugging him back towards the confines of the woods. “You should be thanking me.”

It was a different direction from where you left your clothes, but Jungkook was grateful for the shelter anyway, a small reprieve from the prying eyes of his peers who were granted, dead drunk, but he swore he saw the few tell tale flashes of cellphones in the crowd.

“Thanking you is the last thing I want to do.” He sighs, carding a hand through his hair. He doesn’t bother trying to cover himself this time around.

In your bubbly, drunken stupor, the gesture is greatly appreciated. You tell him this with your arms lacing around his neck.

Jungkook stills beneath your hold, trying to fight off a blush when your naked body molds to his, all of your erogenous zones lined up perfectly. He gulps when he fills your nipples graze his bare chest.

“___,” he murmurs quietly, trying to extract himself from your hold. But your drunk and giggling, and opt to press your face to his neck, “What are yo—Jesus d-don’t… don’t put your hand there.”

“Friends do this sometimes.” You sigh.

“Hug naked?” He scoffs, but gives up trying to pull away from you. If you feel him hardening against your belly it’s your own fault. “I don’t know what kind of friends you’re hanging out with—actually scratch that I do know, but I don’t do things like that with my friends.”

Jungkook is a gentleman, a good kid. So he pries you off him with a gentle grip. He goes to cup your cheeks when your lower lip juts out.

“Sometimes it feels like I’m the older one between the two of us.” He sighs and you send him a chagrin grin, “Are you that drunk you’d consider hooking up with me?”

You wrinkle your nose at him, “I’m drunk but that’s irrelevant. I’d hook up with you if I was dead sober.”

He stills under the weight of your revelation.

“___,” he begins slowly and you brace yourself for rejection, “I don’t… I don’t do friends with benefits. It’s old school, I know, but I’m a relationship kind of guy.”

You send him a small if a little bit sad smile, “I know. I think that’s why I like you so much.”

Your words are weighted, tinged with a tone he wasn’t familiar with and he wants to ask you to clarify. But you don’t. Instead you walk past him, purposely stumbling too close and making him groan when you brush your hand against him.

You make it halfway to across before you notice there’s no tell tale signs of him following you.

“Are you coming?” you implore.

Jungkook clears his throat and you note he’s covering himself again.

“I… Ugh, I’ll catch up with you.” Jungkook says and you shrug impishly.

At least now he can cross masturbating in public off your long list of things for him to do before his birthday.


a/n: this is a fic for @bxebxee because i love her i wanted to surprise her but alas i still had to ask for help lmao. also the next few drabbles are going to be crossing off jungkook’s to do list! dont ask for updates for this though lol

anonymous asked:

Hey there :) was just wondering if you could maybe do a list of high school sterek au's where Derek and stiles are the same age or quite near in age. cheers ^ω^

the lunch table configuration by thepsychicclam

When Isaac makes Derek switch lunch tables, the last thing Derek expected was to fall for Stiles.

John Hughes Did Not Direct My Life by nascentgalaxies

Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.

Talk Geeky to Me by stilesanderek

Derek and Stiles are the most typical combo of nerd plus geek two teenage boys could be; and as stereotypical as they could ever get, they’re each other’s only friend. That usually doesn’t bother Stiles much, Derek is the best best friend he could ever hope to have, but sometimes when he thinks about his fate of possibly not having his first kiss until college, he starts wishing he had a few more friends–or at least more people who were a bit more interested in him other than when they need to copy his notes.

In a fit of curiosity about how kissing feels like, Stiles proposes Derek that they each be the other’s first kiss–strictly platonic, of course. But afterwards, Stiles can’t stop noticing how hot Derek is, can’t stop thinking about kissing and touching him.

OR

The five times Derek and Stiles “fake” kiss and one time they take things further.

Oh God, He’s Hot by lupus

When Stiles came home a couple of days before junior year started from a summer away, he was a little more than excited to see his best friend Derek, especially now that he’d finally gotten the courage to act upon his long standing crush on the guy. There’s just one problem; somewhere in the span of three months puberty hit Derek like the bus hit Regina George and all of the sudden Derek is hot.
And Stiles isn’t the only one who’s noticed.

Accidentally in Love by Scruffy_Wolf

Derek has spent his summer vacation crushing on the Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski, mostly from afar, but then when school starts suddenly Stiles is sitting next to him in Chemistry and inviting him around to his place after school.

Derek’s not sure what gives but he’s certain that Laura’s behind it.

The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob

In which Derek is an adolescent werewolf with a penchant for chocolate bunnies, and instead of the dream summer of lazing around the house playing video games and nibbling on his hoarded supply of easter candy his mother makes him get a job.

In which Stiles is a showoff jock with a broken arm and an embarrassing crush who can no longer push the lawn mower around the yard

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Fragility {Part 1/3}

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Photographer Yoongi AU, angst, fluff, smut in second chapter

Warnings: Yoongi swears basically every other sentence, minor character death

“There are a lot of fucked up things about me, you know? And there’s a lot of fucked up things that have happened. But when I’m with you all of those things, yeah they still exist but it’s like they’re a lot further away, I don’t feel as if they’re eating me alive”

Part 2, Part 3


You met Min Yoongi, photography major and self proclaimed genius in your second year of college.

Even now every detail of that first encounter remained clear in your mind. That alone was almost a miracle considering your drunken state, normally any events of a night such as that would fade into a distant haze.

It was strange really, he had snuck up on you out of nowhere and like a hurricane, he was completely impossible to ignore, leaving havoc in his wake until he was all you could think about. It hadn’t been love at first sight, definitely not, but from the moment you laid your unsuspecting eyes on him he had consumed your thoughts until there was no room for anything else.

You often felt as if your entire life before Yoongi had simply been the calm before the storm.

He hadn’t even so much as formally introduced himself before he was shoving his beloved camera in your face, the white flash nearly blinding you. When he was done taking the picture, he stepped back and smirked, and you, bemused by the entire situation, smiled back. He then stepped out a little and with his nimble fingers, flicked the camera onto display mode, the photograph he had taken of you painting the small digital screen.

The colours were garish, the startled look in your eyes almost comical and the framing wasn’t quite right. That didn’t matter. You soon learnt that wasn’t what Yoongi’s photography was about at all.

He fiddled with the settings of his camera whilst you stood and watched him, unsure of what to do and whether you should introduce yourself. Your body was jostled by people swarming past and you silently wondered whether it would be okay for you to casually slip away along with them. However, just as you decided that you would, Yoongi looked up from his camera, staring directly at you.

“So, the two of you finally meet” you heard a voice coming from your right and you turned your head slightly to see your friend Seokjin approaching. He sidled up to the two of you with a strange smirk on his face. Seokjin had been trying to set you up with a date for months and you could practically hear the cogs in his brain ticking right now as your body filled with dread. You didn’t need this. You didn’t even want to be here. Your friend Taehyung had dragged you the entire walk down, insisting that you needed a night out after being pent up in your room studying for “aeons” as he called it.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at Seokjin and gave him a pointed look. One that the older boy ignored.

“Not really, I don’t even know his name” you mumbled, practically edging to get away. Seokjin could sense this too and you knew there was no way in hell he was letting you get out of this situation.

“Well Y/N this is Yoongi, Yoongi this is Y/N” Seokjin said and you nodded awkwardly in Yoongi’s direction, refusing to make eye contact. Seokjin chuckled at your clear discomfort ”Taehyung and I have been anticipating the two of you to meet for months but it just never worked out” Seokjin explained.

Yoongi frowned, his eyes scanning over you quickly before focusing back on Seokjin. He had seemed just as uncomfortable as you did.

“Why?” you asked after a few moments of awkwardness.

Seokjin had an evil glint in his eye, one that you had quickly learnt to fear, because it always meant he was up to something devious. “You see, Yoongi here is a photography major and you Y/N, are a fine art major, I figured the two of you would have a lot in common”

You were about to protest when suddenly, for the first time, you heard Yoongi speak. For some reason you hadn’t expected his voice to be so harsh and dismissing, you’d expected it to be soft and gentle sounding. The contrast between his appearance and voice was actually a little startling.

“You seriously think that just because we’re both doing arts degrees that we’re going to get on well? Sometimes I can’t believe you’re older than me” he spoke, his words for some reason, felt like venom running through your bloodstream. Just as Seokjin was about to interject and defend himself, Yoongi started talking again “Besides, photography is nothing like fine art, all they fucking do is paint a few lines on a white canvas and act like it has some deep meaning. What bullshit”.

“Hey!” you cried out instinctively, the urge to defend yourself getting the better of you “You’re one to talk, studying for three years just to learn how to press a button? Anyone can do that”

It was strange. You weren’t usually the type to engage in those sorts of petty arguments. Neither was Yoongi, as you soon learnt. You didn’t generally get angry, instead you would choose to simply walk away and not concern yourself with other people’s stupidity. His harsh words that night had made your blood boil.

It had continued for a few more minutes. Vicious words flying back and forth between the two of you. After a while Seokjin finally took you away to the drinks table and Taehyung took Yoongi over to another group of people.

It was clear you were not going to get along. Your personalities clashed violently.

And that was that.

Your interactions with Min Yoongi should have ended there.

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Wedding Speech - Joe Sugg Imagine

A/N - Hi can you do a Joe one where it’s the reader and his wedding and the buttercreams do a really embarrassing speech for them x If you don’t want to or can’t that’s fine ❤

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride” My smile grew even bigger as I felt Joes lips on mine. Hearing everyone around cheering and clapping, I felt the tears building in my eyes. I finally married my best friend. 

Walking down the aisle hand in hand with my now husband smiling and waving to all our friends and family. My feelings right now wouldn’t process. I am literally over the moon with happiness. All I could hear were people cheering “Yes Sugg” “Go On My Boy” and a few faint cries. I still cannot believe this is my wedding day. The wedding day I have been planning since a little girl. I was now living it out. Everyone else was gathered into another room with champagne, me and Joe were guided around the building for photos. We had photos on the stairs, in arch ways, in the gardens, and in front of the country side view. We were then joined by the bridesmaids who happened to be my sister and Zoe, the groomsmen Caspar, Josh, Oli, Jack, Conor, Mikey and our parents. Lastly We had photos with the whole group and I stood there being grateful to be surrounded by the people i love most. 

While everyone moved to the reception room to take their seats, me and Joe waited back a bit giving everyone time to settle. 

“I cannot believe we did it” Joe turned to look at me with a beaming smile. 

“I’m still in shock, I’m generally so happy” I smiled back taking his hand in mine. 

“After 6 years of being together and 8 years of friendship I can officially call you a Sugg” 

“I finally fit in the Sugg family!” I cheered laughing. 

“You’ve always been classed as a Sugg babe” 

“But now we have it in writing”

“This is the happiest ive ever been, even though we’ve been in a relationship for so long, our next adventures start now”

“Our honeymoon, new house, new projects. Im so excited”

“Same love, it’s going to be something to treasure” 

“I love you” 

“I love you too”

“Are you two ready to go in?” The staff member asked. We glanced to each other and nodded. We followed the member of staff and waited behind the doors until we were told to go any further. 

“Can i have your attention” The staff member started. “We’re all there to celebrate the newly weds, so please put your hands together for Mr and Mrs Sugg!” We walked in and everyone was on their feet, cheering. Glad we got someone to film this day, I can look back and remember this moment for a life time. We took our seats in front of everyone while they all settled down and allowed us to get comfy. After all the food was served and drinks were topped up Zoe got out her seat to walk in front of the table with a microphone in her hand. 

“Hope you all are having a good time!” A few yeah’s and whistles flew around the room. “To kick off this evening, we are now going to move onto the speeches” Zoe turned to smirk at us both while i groaned and Joe nervous laughing knowing how embarrassing this was going to be. We watched as Josh took to the stage first also smirking as Zoe handed him the mic. 

Joe placed hand on my leg and lent in close. “You know this is going to be interesting” 

“I’m dreading it” I laughed turning to face Josh and linking my hand with Joes.

“I get the pleasure of starting this off. I remember meeting you Joe for the first time then i didn’t leave your apartment for months. I basically followed you and Caspar round like a lost dog. You used to get grumpy when i finished your milk or i didn’t wash up after myself. I can clearly say you haven’t changed. You’ve been a good friend buddy you’ve helped me through a lot of shit and i’m grateful to have a friend like you. I’m glad you found a girl like Y/N, she’s kept you in place but at the same time you’re still the Sugg i first met. Y/N you have a lot of work now that your married, he’s going to become even more lazy. You’re a talent women and you’ve been there to listen when i needed someone to. You’re like my sister and I wish you both the best for the future. Ill be round soon so you can cook me food” I’m glad Josh went first because he wouldn’t embarrass us. He’s the nice one out them all. 

Next was Mikey. 

“Cor i get to do a speech. I’ve always been the target and now i can target you two. You’ve been good friends to me over the past few years. Despite the bad things Joe has made me do or forced me to do such as having a leaf blower in my face to wearing tight red lacy boxers to trying to light my farts. I’ve even had to eat dry protein powder ruining one of my many black t-shirts. Joe your crazy ideas make you as a person, you’re one heck of a guy and you are very lucky to have Y/N, anyone would be. Y/N thanks for looking after me making sure i have eaten. No wonder i cant shed weight. I look forward to raiding your new sweets draw by the way”

Next was Conor. 

“I would like to thank Y/N for introducing me to Joe, because of you i made a great friend and because of Joe I made even more. Y/N i would like to thank you for staring in so many of my covers and even on my album. I mean i still say i have the better voice but I’m not going to judge. I cannot believe you two are married now, I’ve seen your relationship grow these past years and I look forward to having something like this. You two are literally a perfect match. Joe i dont even know what to say about you. You are one of the most hilarious down-to-earth guys i know. You deserve to be happy. I’m glad it’s Y/N who has to deal with your strange ass. I’m surprised she can handle it. She has to wake up to you farting, coming home drunk but then again thinking about it you are both as crazy as each other. I remember coming round once and you both swapped clothes pretending to be each other. That was a weird sight. I wish you both the world of happiness you both deserve it” 

Next was Jack. 

“Suggy got married! To a gorgeous girl also i should have started youtube sooner maybe i could of snatched her. Im joking im joking. Seeing how happy you two are together makes me want this but it also makes me sick but in a good way. You are both good friends to me i couldn’t ask for better people in my life. Well sometimes i could replace Joe after what he’s made me do. Clamping my hand, sticking sellotape to our heads and ripping it out our hair and daring me to run down the street naked. I hope you enjoy people licking your ears Y/N because Joe will be doing that a lot when he’s drunk. trust me. I remember Joe telling us he was going to propose and how nervous he was. You should of heard the other plans he had. They weren’t as romantic. Y/N thank you for appearing in my videos to give me more views. Thanks for the many shout outs too. Like i said, you’re a beautiful women inside and out i know how happy Joe makes you. You’re both weird and I’m glad i know you. Hears to the future”

Next was Oli. 

“Mr Joe Sugg? The Joe i know is actually married now! It feels so weird saying that. I’ve known you for so long and you haven’t changed one bit in a good way though! You both have helped me through a lot over the years with projects, videos, and life in general. I do appreciate it. Joe you are an absolute nutter. Seriously. I couldn’t ask for a better friend what friend would draw penis’ on your body or do jump scares every time we meet or would make me stay up will ridiculous times in the morning to set up pranks. I mean what friend would have a cardboard cut out of me? You better move that into your new home. I’ll always be watching then. Your relationship is probably the strongest i know. You’re both so open and that can be taken in different ways. I’ve seen them both naked. It was a few strange moments. Some moments i wish i could take back because i can still see them imagines in my head to this day. I also remember when i turned up at your apartment Joe was wearing this horse costume and Y/N was dressed like a cowgirl. I didn’t want to ask what went on. They said it was for a video but i dont believe that. I dont like to think what goes on in their minds. Moving on, Y/N you are one in a million you’ve been that one friend i can always rely on even if i’m in a bad mood you put up with me and i can speak on behalf of the other guys as well. You have so much patience and i respect you for that. You have a wonderful mind and a heart of gold. You are both lucky to have each other and im glad to call you both my best friends” 

Lastly, Caspar. 

 “I would like to start off with thanking Y/N for breaking my heart, you killed jaspar. I’m joking jaspar will always be round. I have known you both since we all started Youtube together. Remember our gang when we first started? The 3 of us, Zoe, Alfie, Tanya, Jim, Marcus, Niomi and Louise. Then it grew bigger. But look at the two of you now, i know you both never expected to get this far in life. I respect the both of you because you don’t take the famous title seriously, you just see yourselves as normal human beings doing something you love. It’s been amazing watching you both grow and seeing the success you’ve achieved. I couldn’t have wished it on better people. Joe, You are one or the bestest friend i could ask for. You are also one of the craziest dudes i know. Very spontaneous also. I could stand here all day and tell all our stories but i don’t want to bore you. Thank you for being my travelling buddy over the years. I’ve had some of the best memories with you such as doing Hit The Road. What an experience that was ay?  and for everyone’s information i am still the best pizza maker here. Im not thankful for the pranks though. Filing my room with cups of water, setting many alarms, posters of my face all over the walls, filling the room with balloons then Oli popping out with a clown outside and the best one turning my apartment into a slip and slide. I’m also not going to miss seeing you naked when i walk into your room. I am defiantly not going to miss hearing you and Y/N have sex either. You loud buggers. The amount of times i’ve walked in on you both, i still do it today it’s like a curse! Y/N, i still remember meeting you for the first time. You were so shy and timid and now, now i cannot get you to shut up. You are like a boy only when it comes to burping though. Ive seen you when you only had a few thousand subscribers and now you are the top female Youtuber in the UK. I am so proud of your achievements. You seriously deserve it. If i ever needed cheering up i knew you were and still are the person to text or call. You are a positive soul. You and Joe have always been perfect for each other. You are literally the same person. I hope you both the best as a married couple. I love you both.” 

I continued to wipe away the tears which were flowing from my eyes. I couldn’t of asked for better friends or a better husband. 

Here’s a lil #transformationtuesday for ya. 2015 to 2017. Today makes is 1 year on Testosterone. 365 days. 56 needles. 28 shots. 17 vials. Today I’m feeling like an emotional lil bby. My transition has been happening a lot slower than I would want, but I’m trying to stay patient and trust the process. I am constantly still called by the wrong pronouns. Whenever I go out with my mom or sister it’s always “ladies”. These things may seem trivial but they always hit me hard. Starting my transition I had a lot of expectations for how things would go and how long they would take. Man was I completely wrong in every way. I thought by now that my jawline would be poppin. It’s not. I thought by now that I would have facial hair. I barely have any. I thought my voice would be mad deep. It still cracks all the time. I also had this unrealistic expectation that my anxiety and depression would just magically go away. While I can say that it has seriously improved, I still have bad days. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve used a public restroom in the past year. When I am out and about I try not to drink too much or if I have to pee I just hold it. I thought by now I’d be okay with going to the restroom in public, but to be honest I don’t know that I’ll ever be okay with it. While I am not happy with where I’m at, I am proud of how far I’ve come. By not sharing my experiences I think I’ve made it seem like my transition has been an easy ride, but to be honest it’s the craziest roller coaster I’ve ever been on. It’s extremely lonely at times, but I know that I’ve made it that way. If anyone knows me they know that I’m not one to share my feelings or what I’m going through with anyone. Even though I don’t share myself with others, I have received a great deal of support from everyone, including strangers. I probably don’t say thank you enough, but if you’ve supported me through this past year, thank you. One year down, the rest of my life to go!

anonymous asked:

Do you think you could write the Mad King trying to express his love in increasingly grandiose ways to a civilian!Reader who gets more and more annoyed by it until he wises up and tries something simple and sweet for once?

A/N - Oh man. You know I love Super-centric AUs, so, for better or for worse, I went real goofy on this one, folks XD What can I say, my mind just ran with this and like always, it went in a silly direction! Still, I have to apologise first because I’m afraid that I must have missed the part in the prompt where you asked for a Civillian!Reader when I wrote this, because I ended up writing it from the perspective of a fellow supervillain. So I hope that’s not too disappointing, buddy, and that this fic still works for you!

Pairing - Mad King (Ryan) x Reader

Warnings - Just…a lot of weird, goofy references to SUPERVILLAINY!!

Word Count - 1, 669

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Tattered and Torn

So this is the beginning of what will hopefully be a small multi chapter story. Let me know what you guys think!

Meredith felt like she was dying. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this sick.

And of course of all the times to be sick, her kids were also getting over being sick.

No one was around. Maggie was doing god knows what with who knows who at the hospital. Amelia was with Owen and dealing with Megan’s arrival and recovery. Alex was still following Jo’s ex husband, this time at a different conference.

“Mama. Mama.”

Meredith sighed as Ellis called for her again for what felt like the 100th time in one hour. The littlest child was the last to catch whatever this virus thing was and she was slowly succumbing to it.

She quickly climbed the stairs as fast as her ailing body could move in hopes she’d get to her before she woke up Zola and Bailey. As she reached for Ellis, she heard a knock at the door.

She sighed loudly, wondering who could possibly be here. She shuffled down the stairs the whimpering toddler in her arms as she opened the door.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Nathan standing there. Holding a plastic bag in one hand.

“Hey.”

“What’re you… why are you?”

“Can I come in?”

Meredith nodded as she shuffled Ellie in her arms, as she continued to fuss.

“I heard you were sick. And the kids.”

“What’re you doing here? Megan…”

“She doesn’t want to see me.”

Meredith smiled sadly at Nathan as he nervously twisted the bag in his hands.

“Nathan. I’m sorry. But she’ll come around. This is a lot for her.”

He shrugged. His eyes staring right into hers.

“Maybe she will. Maybe she won’t. I don’t….I don’t know if I want her to.”

Meredith felt her heart beat faster. Sickness. She would blame it on feeling sick.

“Nathan…”

“I know. We’re not going to talk about it now. Especially not with you looking this sick.”

Meredith sighed as he put his cool hand to her clammy forehead.

“You’re burning up. You should be sleeping.”

“Can’t exactly do that.” she said as she shifted Ellie again who was pulling at her ear and fighting back tears.

They walked into the kitchen as Nathan placed the bag on the counter and pulled out chicken noodle soup, placing it on the counter.

“Give her to me.”

“What? You’ve never met her. And she’s sick she’s not going to…”

Nathan reached his arms out as Meredith sighed, relenting. She was sure that Ellie was going to scream bloody murder being handed off to a stranger.

“Hi. You don’t feel so good huh?”

Ellie shook her head as she sniffled, tugging at her ear. Her blonde curls sticking out everywhere.

Meredith smiled slightly as Ellis seemed to basically mold her body into Nathan’s. Ellie was good with people, being that she was handed off a lot to various babysitters and family members, but she didn’t expect her to just willingly go to Nathan.

“She might puke on you.”

Nathan smirked slightly as Ellie leaned her head against his shoulder, her little fingers going to play with the collar of his shirt.

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone has. I’m a little more worried you might.”

Meredith smiled weakly as she smoothed her messy hair a bit.

“Go lay down Mer. I’ve got it. There’s soup. I’ll bring you some a little later.”

Meredith nodded as she headed up the stairs.

“If the kids wake up….”

“I’m your friend, helping you out because you don’t feel good. And then I’ll give them two teaspoons of medicine and get them back in bed.”

She nodded. He really did have it covered. He wasn’t trying to overstep, but he was trying to help. She climbed the stairs disappearing.

Nathan sighed as she heard her door close. The woman looked ready to collapse. The past few days had taken a lot out of everyone. The rapist on the loose. The fire. Megan.

“Okay. Let’s get you some water and something to make that ear feel better.”

Ellie coughed against his shoulder, whining a little as she struggled to catch her breath.

Nathan, in a effort to not put her down, pressed his lips to her forehead to gage if she was warm. Which of course she was.

He walked over to the fridge and pulled out one of her sippy cups. He reached for the medicine on the counter, as he sat Ellis down, standing in front of her so she wouldn’t slide around. He quickly put the spoon into it and pulled it out.

“No.”

He should’ve known handing medicine to a toddler wasn’t that simple.

“It’ll make your ear feel better. How about we make the funniest faces we can as you take it? Like this.”

He pulled an animated as Ellis giggled a little before it turned into a cough. He tried again with the spoon as the toddler took it once while making a sour funny face, Nathan smiling a little.

“One more. Big funny face.”

She took it again, looking a little less amused, but pulling even more sour face. Nathan handed her the sippy cup which she gratefully took, sipping the water, her other hand still on her ear.

“Okay. How about we try getting some rest?”

“Stuffie.”

“You’re all stuffed up too?”

Ellis shook her head as he picked her up, pointing to the cloth animal on the counter.

“Oh. This is Stuffie?” he questioned as he picked it up and held it. “Nice to meet you.” as he mimicked shaking the stuffed toys paw, earning a laugh from Ellis.

“Mama?”

“Your mama is sleeping. Mama doesn’t feel good.”

“Yucky?”

“Yes, very yucky.”

They walked into the living room. He sat Ellis down on the couch and moved to grab a blanket. He laid her down as he fixed the animal, covering her in the blanket.

“Lay.”

Nathan smiled at her, as she reached up at him. For a little person, she sure adjusted to people quickly.

“You want me to lay with you? Okay just for a little bit.”

He moved her a little closer to the cushion of the couch and sat the on the edge before moving his body. The little girl moved closer to him adjusting as the couch sunk a bit. Her little hand reaching and curling around a bit of his arm as she snuggled closer.

“Sleep.” whispered Ellis’s little voice.

Nathan chuckled and amused her by closing his eyes for a moment.
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What had felt like a moment, had turned into nearly four hours. Nathan popped open his eyes as he adjusted to the dimly lit living room.

His ears listened, not hearing kids or puttering around, so he assumed at this point it was probably the middle of the night. He carefully shifted, moving Ellie a little bit. He sat up slowly, sneaking away, replacing his body with one of the pillows.

He pushed the blanket over her little body, his heart fluttering in an unfamiliar way as she softly sighed, snuggling deeper into the pillow.

He crept quietly to the kitchen, to see a piece of paper that hadn’t been there before, recognizing Meredith’s hand writing.

Went to hospital. I’m fine, won’t be gone long. Back before dawn.

Was she out of her mind trying to consult on a patient when sick? He checked the clock to see it was nearly 3 AM. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and was turning just in time to be met with the door opening and Meredith coming in.

Meredith came racing into the kitchen clearly not expecting anyone to be up. She stopped in her tracks as she came face to face with Nathan.

He took a long slug of water eyeing her as she busied herself with putting a sippy cup in the sink.

“What patient needed a consult? Bailey couldn’t take it?”

Meredith ignored him as she continued to scrub the cup, her motions getting visibly harder, as she bit her lip in attempt to not fall apart.

“Meredith.”

He stilled her movements by placing a hand on her arm, as she dropped the cup.

“There wasn’t a patient.”

“Oh. Well did someone need someth-”

“I’m pregnant. Not sick. Well I am sick, but I’m also pregnant.”

It felt like time froze for a minute. He hadn’t been expecting her to say that. She grabbed a dish towel wiping her hands, as he saw them visibly shake.

“I mean isn’t that just the craziest thing you’ve ever heard? Like seriously.”

Before Nathan could even think of a reply she turned around to face him.

“Do you know, I’m not even supposed to be able to get pregnant. I supposedly have a hostile uterus.”

Nathan watched as she flung the towel frantically to the island in front of her.

“I’m pregnant. And Derek is dead. You’re her. And Meagan is alive. And none of this makes sense. I don’t know how.. how I got here. How this screwball version of my life is a resting reality. How the hell….”

Nathan stopped her, putting both his hands on both sides of her face.

“Meredith.”

His slightly tenacious tone got her to focus on him, stopping her mind from completely spinning out of control. Truthfully he had never seen Meredith like this, rambling and frantic. Unraveling. She stupidly felt tears escaping from her eyes and closed them in an effort to try and not completely lose it.

“Hey. Look at me.”

His gentle command, different from before, got Meredith to open her eyes. She let out a shaky breath as she felt him wipe away the tears that had
managed to escape.

“You’re right. Everything is screwed up. The world is one giant mess. But we’re alive. You’re alive, I’m alive. And safe. But nothing has to be decided right now. This will get figured out. Whatever… whatever you decide to do, I’ll Okay?”

He couldn’t lie, part of his heart would break if she made one decision over the other. He’d missed that oppurnity with Megan. But at the end of the day, it was her decision to make, not his.

“Okay.”

She let out a shaky breath as she sniffled, trying to pull herself together. One of Nathan’s hands dropped from her face to the back of her neck, pulling her towards him.

She relented as he pulled her close. She felt safe. She needed safe, even if it was just for a moment.

Imagine Blitzwing Comforting His Scared Sparkling

(A/N: Guys stop, you’re making me fall for him more!!)

~

Even in deep stasis, the multi personality Decepticon could still hear their cries. He woke with a slight start, his optics blinking before he looked over to the source of distress. Blitzwing wasted no time in getting up to attend to his sparkling’s needs. Part of him was slightly annoyed for having been woken up at such a late hour, but not really meaning anything by it. Another part of him was focused on getting their child to calm, part in due for fear of waking Megatron, which would not end greatly for either. And the last part of him was still just trying to wake up. With all these mixed emotions, it was a wonder as to how Blitzwing was able to focus on one thing and one thing only, which so happened to be the small bean he gently picked up from the make-shift crib. The gentler of the three persona’s was the one to show, carefully rocking the crying cyber baby.

“Now, now. What is the matter little one?”, Icy asked, his hush tone making his accent just a tad stronger then usual. It could also be because he was still in the process of waking.

With a sound resembling that of one of those block turn toys, only faster, the craziest of the trio made an appearance. Even when his part of the processor that made up Blitzwing was still groggily catching up with the other two, he still managed a deranged smile.

“Perhaps they had nightmare! I get those all the time!!”, Random cackled, only make the sparkling more upset. While they absolutely adored their fathers laugh, now was certainly not a time they’d want to hear it.

Icy didn’t even have a second at Being the main, as soon as he stopped, the most aggressive persona had taken over.

“What has scared you?! I will terminate them immediately!!”, Hothead shouted, his voice just as loud as the child’s wails.

The sudden shout and harshness of what one could consider their third father, had done nothing but terrify the poor sparkling even more. Icy returned, his face emulating much irritation and anger with the other two as his child’s cries echoed further off the cave walls.

“Seriously? Do either of you have a chill switch?”

Blitzwing turned his focus entirely back on the problem at hand. Perhaps a lullaby would work. They always had before. Unfortunately, as soon as Icy began to sing the first notes, the sparkling also started to put up more of a fuss.

Icy gaped, quite appalled,” I don’t understand! That always works!”

As the sparkling continued to cry, Hothead became impatient. He tried taking a turn to soothe with sound, but his tone was far from such. It annoyed Icy to no end as well, and the two switched back and forth, arguing with the other. The mines were now filled with both wailing and loud arguing. No doubt one of the other Decepticons would soon wake and come storming in threateningly. Blitzwing as a whole feared what could happen to his precious child if this chaos furthered, and found resolve in his third, crazy personality. Popping up right in between Icy and Hothead’s switch, Random laughed loudly with an idea.

“Let’s take them for a ride!”

The fighting stopped and Blitzwing felt still. That wasn’t a bad idea actually. Careful to not harm nor crush the fragile Cybertronian, Blitzwing quickly transformed, securing the tiny bean securely in the cockpit. The child’s cries still went on, but thankfully were slightly muffled by the glass surrounding them, and most definitely muted when Blitzwing engines boosted on as he flew expertly out of the large mines. His engines were no doubt very loud, but his team members would not pay any attention to it should they wake like how they would with a crying baby.

Once away from the Decepticon base, and now flying over many trees of the heavily snowed forest, Blitzwing was happy to find this method working. As soon as the grey clouds of night had shone over head, and the feeling of weightlessness had occurred the first time around, the sparkling had started to calm. Even with coolant still running down their precious metal cheeks, they found them selves curious by the change in surroundings.

Blitzwing noticed how his child tried to peek outside, but to no avail as they were literally quite small, so the loving father raised his seat a bit to allow them better view. He felt his spark warm as his tiny bundle gaped with wide optics at the passing forest below. It was filled with so much memorization, and Blitzwing thought for a quick moment about how they’d react to the beautiful lights of Detroit’s night life. As much as he wanted to show his child such a wondrous setting, he quickly kicked the idea aside. The very last thing he wanted was for the Autobots to catch him and attack while he carried the only joy in his life.

So he flew on, the only sounds being the hum of his engines and the passing wind outside. He made a smooth ascent above the clouds that blocked the sky, his sparklings optics glistening with the decorated stars above them. The moons light radiated onto Blitzwing and the small form sitting within his alt mode. It created a sense of calm, a blanket of warmth, and he observed how his cute child tried desperately to keep their eyes open to view the sight above them. As his sparkling succumbed to sleep, Blitzwing imagined the hopeful future for when one day, his special little spark would be flying right beside him.

“Sweet dreams my little one…”

~xXx~

anonymous asked:

I'm new to the steter fandom, can you rec some of your favourite or fan favourite fics?

Ugh there’s just so many, but this is a question I’m always willing to answer XD I’ll try to rec fics from a variety of writers, and if you like them, you can check to see if they’ve written others :)


Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he’ll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn’t know who this kid is, but he’s cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He’s not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn’t really mind.

it’s not the color i came in by nezstorm

Stiles is a bit of an anomaly among the Omegas he knows, or everyone on the spectrum really.

For him, heats are about comfort and safety, and not at all about sex.

Baby Stilinski-Hale by Triangulum

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Peter says. Stiles just shrugs. “Are you going to tell me why, or do I have to guess?” Stiles would love to glare at him and snark back like they always do, but her nerves are just too frayed and she doesn’t have it in her. Peter seems to sense this and frowns, his face morphing into one of concern. “Stiles..?”

He takes a few steps closer, slowly as if he’s trying not to startle her and that makes her want to let out a hysterical laugh, but she keeps it in. He sets his hand on her shoulder, the other going to the side of her neck. He frowns at the way her pulse is racing, as if he needs to physically confirm what his ears are already telling him. She lets him touch her, knowing without even needing to think about it that he won’t hurt her. She does let out a bitter little laugh at that. Well, physically he won’t.

“What is it?” he asks and the genuine concern in his voice almost breaks her. He leans down and stares into her eyes, their faces so close, and she sees his nostrils flare. “You smell…different.”

Well, that’s her cue.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispers.

Or

The one where Peter gets Stiles pregnant and is a big old softie about it.

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mythoesoul’s monthly fic rec #2; friends to lovers

hi guys! so, here is the fic rec for november! (i know its a tad late, shhh) for this month, i wanted to do a theme for the rec so i focused on fics following the trope friends to lovers. there are some enemies to friends to lovers and some soulmate fics in here but yeah. also, there might be some stories from my first rec on here but, eh. 

— my other fic recs can be found here.

1. a love like religion by alisvolatpropiis (@deleted-scenes) 

“Derek, my man, you missed an epic party on Saturday. Seriously, dude, I know morning Mass is like, your thing, but come on. You’re missing on out so much life has to offer, bro.”

Big hands land on shoulders with a thump and a squeeze while Derek stands at his locker, loading his gigantic calculus book into his backpack. He gives his best friend a practiced sidelong glare, which of course just encourages him. “You’ll change your mind when I tell you who sucked me off in Lydia Martin’s bedroom,” Stiles snickers into his ear.

Despite himself, Derek is curious. He tries to hide it by focusing on his books, but he knows the heat in his cheeks betrays him. “Who,” he asks, giving in, knowing he will eventually.

2. can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful by halffizzbin

the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the

right

wrong idea.

3. five times detective stilinski and fire captain hale had sex in public, and one time they did it in a bed by @bleep0bleep 

“Did you say–” Stiles starts.

“What?” Derek growls.

“We’re not a couple!” they both retort in unison.

“We’re not together,” Stiles insists.

Lydia coughs pointedly. “An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell.”

4. grey rainbows by @loveactually-rps 

“Stiles?” Derek glanced at Stiles’ sleeping form. He didn’t even twitch. Derek continued. “If we…” his lips curved in a fond smile, fingers moving to smooth the creases of Stiles’ eyebrows, his voice coming as whisper. “… as in, you and me - If we get a chance someday… any day, to be together, y’know? I wouldn’t mind you wooing me with flowers and all that cliched romantic shit. And you can even flirt with me. I approve.”


He gazed at Stiles’ calm face for a long while before drifting off into quiet slumber with the sound of Stiles’ soft snoring in the background.


[aka, after pinning for his best friend for four years, Derek learns his teenage crush is easy, but his life isn’t]

5. i feel we’re close enough by @samann98

the one in which Derek and Stiles are childhood friends, their freshman year of high school Derek makes the craziest suggestion ever, and four years later Stiles decides to take him up on it.

6. nothing but trouble by @hoechlbutt

Stiles and Scott, smugglers, come across an abandoned ship in the middle of nowhere. While looting the ship for goods and valuables, they find an unconscious crew member, who turns out to be a prince. With bounty hunters on their asses, they fly across the galaxy in search for the prince’s lost family.

7. of werewolves and dolphins by Ilovesocks_24

the one where Scott convinces Stiles to go on a werewolf singles cruise. Stiles is really only going for the dolphins. Until he meets Derek

8. shower boyfriends by @paintedrecs

Derek likes sticking to his routines: they give his days structure and keep his goals on track. His carefully maintained habits have never been more important than at college, and by his second year, he’s gotten everything exactly the way he wants it. He has the ideal roommate, the best dorm on campus, and a fascinating set of classes in a schedule that lets him sleep in.

But when mysterious messages start appearing on his dorm’s shower wall, Derek can’t seem to resist searching for answers

9. somewhere in between by @miss-emrys

Derek’s been letting his job dictate his life ever since he was promoted from freelance photographer to official travel photographer. In his five years of travel, he’s built relationships in countries all across the globe, yet he still returns home after each job as lonely as ever. When he decides to try out the pen pal site Laura recommends to him, he doesn’t know what to expect. Derek isn’t prepared for Stiles, a small town guy with big dreams of seeing the world. And he certainly isn’t prepared to fall in love with him. He has to remind himself that this is just a pen pal thing and not to get carried away. It’s not like Stiles could ever like him back.

Right?

10. strut on a line, its discord and rhyme by @xiaq

“Carry me,” Stiles says.

“No.”

“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”

“Please?”

“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

“Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

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50 Facts About Han Solo (+1)

SO I HAVE NOTICED, in my expansive (ha) perusal of the Star Wars fandom, that while Han Solo is like, a token character, the depth and complexity of his character often gets dismissed/forgotten in meta and analysis in favor of our favorite dysfunctional family of skynerds. Which, I mean, I love the skynerds, BUT. Han is such a lovely dweeb that I feel as though it is scandalous that he doesn’t have 3095830549 posts about him because GOSH SO MANY POSSIBILITIES, aND THUS, I have taken it upon myself to compile a post with all my nerd pirate boy headcanons RIGHT NOW. I’m trash because I gratuitously cherry pick ideas from the EU bye

Let’s make a list, because I love lists:

  • He had a mother and little sister (his dad walked out on ‘em when he was really young), but they died some time during the Clone Wars through no specific malicious purpose, but rather for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. After the Death Star, he can’t bring himself to leave right away, even though he now has enough money to pay off Jabba and more - he doesn’t know how old the Kid is, but he can’t be more than eighteen, and that’s - that’s barely anything, Chewie, he tells the wookiee defensively after confronted about why they’re still awkwardly hanging around (and really, Chewie has no problem awkwardly hanging around, but Han is defensive anyway), and hell, he doesn’t have any folks left in the world and that’s a terrible kiriffin’ place to be so I’ll just. Hang around for a little while. Make sure he’s back on his feet, that he’s got a place to stay. (And he doesn’t think of his little sister, because she was so young when it all happened and so was he, but he really does. Kind of.)
  • He eventually gives back the Alliance the money they gave him as reward for rescuing Leia/taking down the Death Star because he feels like it’s burning a hole in his pocket and Chewie hasn’t said anything but he’s obviously not happy with it and dammit, ya big ball of fuzz, are you happy now?
  • (Leia doesn’t know)
  • (She actually doesn’t find out until quite a bit later, when General Rieekan happens to mention it one morning when she’s reading reports and trying to figure out how to make a deal with the Bothans and drowning herself in luke-warm caf because she can’t sleep at all and she’s given up even thinking about it - and the padd slips out of her hand, just barely, and all she can do is say  ”oh” and pretend that when she wakes up in the middle of the night with a scream that’s more of a sob and her nightmares dancing at the edge ofher consciousness, she’s not crying just a little bit harder than usual)

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After 10 Years (Taewoon Scenario)

In which you two celebrate 10 years of friendship.

“Ten years after and my heart is still the same,” you mumble, smiling as you turn the pages of the scrapbook he gave you on your birthday. A compilation of your craziest pictures with nasty coded messages so that only you could laugh at the jokes written in his ugly handwriting. A compilation of just few of the most beautiful moments of your life, moments in which he was always there, Woo Taewoon, the boy who cried when he was shipped off to Japan during middle school, leaving you, his desk mate, bravely holding in your tears.

“How is he?” Your mom peaks in, smiling at the crazy derp face he was pulling in one of the photos.

“Tae? He’s living bravely after those idiots kicked him out. I mean, who in their right mind would do that?! Now he has nothing but composing. And apparently that isn’t going too well either,” you sigh, checking your phone for the nth time that day, hoping for a message from him. After all, it was the day you always celebrated your friendship. “Can you believe we’re turning ten?”

“You talk as if you’re celebrating your relationship anniversary,” your mom eyes you above the fruit bowl.

“It’s not like that,” you whisper, your thoughts drifting away. He is the best of your best friends. He knows everything about you, just like you know everything about him. If he was down, you could feel something was wrong and immediately call and if you were having a bad day, he always came to your house, luring you out with beer and the promise of the baddest swearing towards those who ruined your day. He is your best friend… and yet he doesn’t know quite everything. For example, how you have been crushing on him ever since you entered middle school and got paired up with him as desk mates. “Really now,” you clear your throat, stuffing your mouth with watermelon.

“But you wish that was it. Look, there’s no need to lie to me. I’m your mother. I’m supposed to know things like this,” she smiles, handing you a napkin after you choke. “Do you plan to ever tell him?”

“No, definitely not! Never ever will I open my mouth to tell him those words,” you frown at the piece of watermelon between your fingers.

“Why? Don’t you think he has the right to know?”

“No,” you insist, not allowing yourself to be tempted with the thought that has been crossing your mind not just once. “What if he doesn’t feel the same towards me, mom? I mean, it’s impossible! We spent together so much time and he knows the grossest details about me that it would be impossible for him to even see me as a girl. And let’s put it another way,” you continue, absorbed into convincing yourself rather than your mother, “if he doesn’t feel the same, wouldn’t I be ruining this wonderful friendship we have? And for what? For some words of love? No, I don’t want to risk, thank you. Oh OH OH! It’s him, it’s him!” You jump up and down, holding on your phone as his name gets displayed on the screen. “I thought you forgot,” you answer the call, stepping outside on the balcony only to see him waving like a madman from below.

“C’mon down,” he says before hanging up and waving a black bag in the air.

Your socks are mismatched because you hurried down the stairs like a storm. And that’s the first thing he sees, making him laugh as you stand in front of him confused.

“Your socks,” Taewoon points at them, “are mismatched. Were you that eager to see me?” His arm hangs over your shoulders, pulling you along and making your heart skip a beat.

“You wish!” You bite his hand. “I just happen to be in the mood for red and black today,” you run away as he chases you down the street, no one witnessing your childish game but the barking dogs of your neighbours. “Stop, stop, I give up!” You stop, catching your breath. “You seriously want me to die, don’t you?”

“If that was it, I wouldn’t have brought these!” He pulls out two cupcakes, a pink one and a blue one. “Happy anniversary, dear friend,” his lips linger on your cheek for a second longer than usually, making you cover the spot as soon as he retreats. “Pink for you and blue for me. These better be good… oh my god,” he comments as he bites from his cupcake. “This is heaven, gosh!”

“Taewoon?” You call out, staring at your cupcake, your mother’s question lingering in your mind.

“Hmmm?”

“If I end up alone and in a nursing home, will you come by to spend time with me?”

“You won’t end up alone. What kind of words are those?!” He flicks your shoulder.

“Hypothetically. Tell me,” you insist, staring at him.

“Hypothetically I’m telling you that you won’t end up alone,” he stubbornly refuses to turn to you. “Ah, by the way, do you want to hear the song I composed in case I got to the solo stages?” He places the cupcake on the bench next to you, standing up from his place and taking out his phone to use it instead of a mic. He doesn’t wait for you to answer because you are the only one to listen to his tracks before their public reveal.

“you and I

Do you remember our promise to be friends?

But I can’t help it, I keep feeling differently

 

Have you heard the saying, girls and boys can’t be friends?

I didn’t believe in that

But I keep feeling differently

 

We used to play around when we were young

We were best friends

I thought you were just a friend

But now I’m worrying about you

I think I’ve changed

I wanna go to you not as a friend, I want you

 

In my dream last night

It was like a lie, we were holding hands like a couple

I was so happy, I didn’t wanna get up

Will you appear in my dream again tonight?

 

My hopes are higher because you’re my friend

I try pretending nothing’s wrong

But now I regret treating you so normally

I keep thinking back to those times

I’m drawing you out and what I’ll say to you next

It’s time for us to become one

 

cause you are a girl I’m a boy

you are a girl I’m a boy”

 

You stare at him and suddenly realize. “She’s very lucky,” you look away, placing your intact cupcake on the bench. “Look, I have to go. I have a presentation at work tomorrow and I –”

But he grabs your hand and spins you around so that you find yourself face to face with him, your tears exposed just like your foolish heart. To your surprise he looks angry and hurt and something more that you can’t put your finger on.

“I always took pride in the fact that you were the smart one between us despite the teasing.” His voice, like a whisper makes you tremble in his grasp. “So why are you behaving like a complete idiot right now?!”

“Excuse me?!”

“Do you really think I would go out there, on the stage, stand in front of the crowd and rap such a song about a hypothetical girlfriend or crush? Do you really think I would say such words to any girl other than you, you who have been my friend for the past ten years?! Do you really think I would do that? Tell me!”

“I… like you,” the words just fly out your mouth before you can stop them, filling the night air like a firework explosion. “I’ve liked you ever since we became desk mates and you let me sit on the window seat. I’ve liked you all these years and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I –”

“You’re truly an idiot,” Taewoon laughs at your surprised face after flicking your forehead. “And you’re blind as well apparently,” he lets go, his hands now on your cheeks, holding you still in front of him. And in those nanoseconds before his lips sweetly lock with yours you realize that all you thought was untold between you two had actually been said so many times during the past ten years that it took an actual idiot and a blind one nonetheless not to see the signs as big as a sky on fire.

“Since when?” You ask later that night as you walk down the street, holding hands.

“Since you came to our school to check the entrance lists with your parents,” he reveals with a smile. “You were wearing a white dress with flower print and your ponytail was bouncing on your back. Man, you looked so pretty that day that I forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds!”

“And now?” You smile, expecting.

“And now you’re so ugly that I feel like I need to take you or otherwise you’ll hypothetically be forever alone,” he sticks out his tongue as you punch him.

“You’re so hateful, Woo Taewoon, that I think I need to punch you in the face to remind you just how ugly you are,” you yell at him as you chase him, threateningly. “Come here, you brat!”

“Got you,” Taewoon dodges your fists, trapping you in between his arms. “You’ve always been beautiful,” he rests his forehead against yours. “Since that day onwards, there wasn’t anyone that could have compared to you. And you’re mine.”

“No,” you encircle his neck, “you are mine.”

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The craziest night of my life

So I had an actual insane night the other day and I want to share it. This is probably gonna be a long story so this is only if you have nothing better to do but laugh at me for the next five minutes. 

So the story starts when I’m getting ready to go on a date with this guy from tinder and his profile screams sugar daddy. His bio literally said “Date me cause your boyfriends broke.” So I’m like hell yeah POT date! And as I’m getting ready I’m like, hmm I wonder if my fellow sugar baby friend has been on a date with him. So I text her and she’s all like, DO NOT GO ON A DATE WITH HIM, HES SUCH  AN ASSHOLE. I was taken so off guard so I called her and I’m like wtf I’m leaving for our date in 20 minutes! And she tells me how they went on a date (to the same restaurant) and he was such a douche and tried to finger her in the restaurant, AND he’s not interested in sharing his wealth at all. So I’m like… well fuck its a free meal. LOL. So I go and of course he was such a douche. He was on the phone when I got to our table and he was on his phone for like half the date. The first thing he asked me was for my IQ score. And I was like… Um I don’t know? So he took that as me being stupid because I haven’t taken the test. He didn’t let me ask him any personal questions because he’s ‘too important to display his life to random people’. Like I asked if he had kids and he was like, “Thats not an appropriate first date question, is it?” And I was just like what the hell am I supposed to ask you on a first date then!? I could vent about that date all day but thats not the point of the story. 

So during the date I’m texting Blue and telling him how awful of a date I’m on (Yes we have a very open relationship). And he told me that he put his kids down to sleep and wanted me to come over for drinks. So I uber over to his house and we start drinking some vodka drinks on his patio. I’m telling him all about my awful date and how disrespected I felt, and he just kept making me drink after drink. And soon enough, I realize I’m kinda drunk. Actually, I’m really drunk. So we both decided that I shouldn’t spend the night cause I don’t want to cross that line with his kids so I uber back to my apartment.  And I finally made it back to my place after this crazy night and all I want do is smoke and go to sleep.

So I got to my cabinet where I hide my paraphernalia and realize ALL MY WEED IS GONE. My grinder, pipe, and like literally everything I have is GONE. So my first thought is that my apartment complex confiscated it because I requested a light bulb change and gave them access to enter my apartment when Im not there. FUCK. So I search my whole apartment and my stuff is no where. So I freak out and call my mom. Yes, I called my mom about my weed (keep in mind its midnight and I’m drunk af) and I’m all like “Mom someone stole my weed!” and freaking out on her and she’s just all like “calm down, the maintenance man probably took it knowing you can’t do anything about it, just buy more, go to sleep.” And I’m like, “Noooo mom that was my favorite pipe, I love that pipe, we had such good memories” and I’m spilling my guts to my mom. And I’m thinking I want to catch this guy who took my weed! There’s cameras in the hall! So I look in the hallway to see if there’s cameras in there, and theres some kid sitting at the end of the hallway looking at me like I’m crazy. 

So I finally accept that my weed is gone, and go sit on my couch and look over AND MY WEED AND EVERYTHING IS SITTING RIGHT THERE UNDER MY TV. So of course, I smoked a celebratory bowl lol. And as I’m chilling drunk and high af, I hear a knock on my door. And I’m all like OH SHIT ITS THE FUZZ (cause I’m faded). So I open the door… And it is the most attractive male I have ever seen in my life (that might be an exaggeration but everyone is the most attractive person you’ve ever seen when you’re as fucked up as I was). And I realize it was that kid that was sitting at the end of the hallway! And we have this conversation that goes like this…

Him: hey I locked myself out of my apartment

Me: oh that sucks, did you call the emergency number?

Him: yeah no ones answering.

And he totally knows I’m high cause I’m giggling at everything lol so I decided to just be upfront with him…

Me: hey do you smoke?

Him: yeah

Me: wanna come in and smoke a bowl?

Him: sure!

I SHIT YOU NOT IT SERIOUSLY WENT LIKE THAT. So he comes in and we smoke and get to know each other. We had to ask what each other’s names were like five times lol. And were totally vibing off of each other and the rest of the story is explicit😉 But long story short, were seeing each other tonight! So yeah, that was my crazy story about my crazy night. And that was the short version! lol

anonymous asked:

*coughs* so you want Sabriel prompts? I can do that. First up: college au, Sam hasn't seen Gabriel for a couple of days and he's kinda worried, so he goes to Gabriel's apt. and finds a very sick art student who has very high fever and has decided that he can /totally/ take care of himself. Fluff ensues.

This kinda turned into a “someone else hasn’t seen Gabriel in a few days and sends Sam in search of him, but I like it.

“Hey, you live in Edlund hall, right? Second floor?” A redhead who Sam vaguely knows to be Anna had flagged him down in the cafeteria, and is now questioning him on his personal life. Swap her for a redhead known as Charlie and it’s just another day in the life.

“Uh, yeah. Did you need something?” Edlund hall is a guys’ dorm, so she can’t be locked out.

“You know Gabriel Novak?”

Sam knew Gabriel Novak- the guy who lived across the hall and had taken care of him when he was sick last week and had the craziest room and went trick-or-treating in the dorm last halloween and definitely was not the guy Sam had a massive crush on. “Yeah?”

“You haven’t seen him recently, have you? He’s not answering anyone, no one’s seen him since the weekend, and someone thought I’d know if he was okay- he’s my cousin,” she adds. “Just… make sure he’s still on campus, if you could?”

Sam nods. “No problem.”

Knocking is getting him nowhere, and Sam is about to give up when he leans against the door handle and the door swings inward, left unlocked. “Gabriel?”

"Mmmph. ‘S’open.”

The room is a cave. Sam can barely make out the blanketed form of Gabriel curled up in a ball in bed. There’s a small pile of tissues on the ground near the foot of the bed, and at the head is a half empty package of vanilla oreos. The rest of the place is a disaster- art supplies covering the desk in no real semblance of order, books stacked on the floor, papers on the chair, sneakers and shirts tossed in a corner. So, nothing unusual.

Sam flicks on the bathroom light instead of the overhead fluorescents (he’s not cruel) but Gabriel groans anyway, turning away to bury his face in the pillow. “Why you gotta do that?” he gets out, muffled.

“Have you been in here since Sunday?” Sam asks incredulously.

Gabriel lifts his head- and he looks awful. Like, dark circled, red nosed, bleary eyed awful. “Think so?”

“Oh my god, you’re sick. I got you sick.”

Gabriel waves a hand, although he does so weakly and halfheartedly. “I’s’okay Sammy. ‘M’okay.”

“Gabriel, it’s Wednesday. No one’s seen you-“

"Damn,” the art student gets out, dropping his head again. “Thought it was Monday.”

“You’ve been in here alone for three days now. I’m pretty sure that’s the sweatshirt you were wearing Sunday night. Nothing about this is- is okay!” Sam splutters. “You should have come and found me, I’m right across the hall-“

"I can take care of myself, Sam.”

“You haven’t been anywhere but the bathroom in three days, you haven’t had any decent food, there aren’t even any new sketches on the bulletin board, and when you stop drawing, something is seriously wrong. Just… let me get you back to healthy.”

"Sleeping it off,” Gabriel insists.

There’s a lull during which Sam wonders at what point he started noticing things like how many sketches were on the board and instead starts noticing things like that Gabriel is shivering. Just a little, but enough for Sam to notice. “Do you have a fever?”

“You honestly think I got the ther- thermo- thermenmeeter- that thing and checked?”

In one quick stride, aka before the other boy can protest, Sam crosses the room and presses his hand to Gabriel’s forehead- burning. “You have a fever and you’re going to let me take care of you.”

"I’m gonna be okay, Sam, I’m not dying. Jus’ let me.”

Sam draws a breath. “Humor me.”

Gabriel looks at him for a minute, then says, defeated, “Blankets’re on the top shelf.”

Not leaving Gabriel the time to change his mind, Sam pulls two down and drapes them over his hallmate. “Want me to make soup?”

“If it’ll make you happy. But… inna few? Wanna enjoy the warm.”

Sam settles himself on the rug beside the bed. “I’ll stay.”

“You don’t have to.”

“You stayed with me, all last weekend.”

“Yeah, but…” Gabriel flops his head to the side to look at Sam, still all fever flushed. “I like you though. ‘S’different.”

Sam’s heart is all fluttery, but he manages to keep his calm as he leans in and kisses Gabriel’s warm forehead. “Just accept that I’m here and enjoy your blankets.” Because I like you too.

“Kissing me better, Sammoose?”

“Yeah. You’re well on your way to recovery now.”

Gabriel’s eyes slide closed, and he asks softly, “Double dose?”

Once Gabriel is better, Sam thinks, he’s going to make sure Gabriel has a regular prescription of kisses, administered by mouth, but for now, he complies with a gentle hand on Gabriel’s chin and a soft kiss to his cheek.

anonymous asked:

hi! so i wanted to ask you if you can analys BTS' members personality? i'm planning on writing a fanfic but i'm having troubles with describing the boys' personality. ((but if its too much for you to do all seven members, you can only do namjoon, yoongi, jin & taehyung)) i'll really appriciate your help! thanks beforehand c:

of course i can~ also jungkook’s analysis can be found right here!!!

1. seokjin - all of bangtan said that hes like “the parent” of em’ all which is so true. he has the ‘mother instinct’ embedded within him and its hella cute. when he feels thats theres something not right then he’ll pick up on it but he’s also an easy-going guy so he won’t force anyone to tell him anything, he’ll be patient and wait for them to be open about it. he’s an observer who doesnt put himself out there when meeting new people so it might be a little difficult to get to know him at first, almost as if he has a small wall built up but it won’t take long to knock it down. personal space is kind of a big deal to him as sometimes he needs to just gather his wondering thoughts and re-energize himself. hes a guy who when he feels confident then he’s hella confident and when he’s not so confident then he is most definitely not, there’s no in between. but instead of feeling down about it, he’ll make fun of it? i just noticed this recently actually. whenever he has to dance freestyle he just laughs about it and goes for it, no fucks are given. but deep down this is something he actually stresses over daily. but he has no time to stress over himself, he has to make sure the kids are okay!! mother instinct!!! but lately he’s starting to think of himself, hes asking hoseok and jimin to help him with dancing and he’s also asking jungkook and jimin to help him with his exercise so he can better himself :) the kids learn from him but he also learns a lot from his kids! 

2. namjoon - this guy, wow. i honestly think he is a really unique, special person tbh. on the outside he’s a simple guy, but on the inside he just has so so many things. namjoon is your typical next-door neighbour. if you just moved in next door and you don’t have any basic supplies and he somehow saw/heard that then he would share his own with you and then say “you know you’re welcome to come over anytime from now on right?” this is has to do with the leader streak he has because he is born to be a leader!!! another part of his leader streak is that he’s your “go-to” guy. want some advice? he’ll help you out. just want someone to talk to? yeah namjoon’s here. feeling down and feel like there’s no way out? here comes namjoon’s inspirational speech!!!  he’s also a guy that can always take a joke, even if it’s about himself he’ll laugh about it. he knows he’s not a good dancer at all and he’ll joke about it like seokjin haha but he would rather focus on his music producing then dancing!! he’ll also be the guy to put jokes on you but he’ll never go over-board with it. another really big thing about namjoon is that he has a loooot of thoughts. good thoughts or bad thoughts i’m not sure! but he thinks quite a lot especially when he’s having some “me time!” a way to know what he’s thinking is to read his lyrics because that’s namjoon’s way of venting out. i’m almost certain he has books full of lyrics just waiting to be produced!! because he’s the leader i’m sure he has plenty of stress but he doesn’t want to burden the members, especially the young kids so if anything he’ll go to seokin, yoongi and hoseok for advice when he’s desperate!! personally i just wanna talk to namjoon about anything and it’ll just be a relaxed atmosphere because he’s a pretty relaxed guy!!

3. yoongi - when you first meet yoongi he’s a closed book. there’s nothing else about it tbh. out of all the members he’d be the most difficult to become friends with because he’s so introverted. he doesn’t have many friends because he doesn’t want to go out a lot and he doesn’t feel comfortable in crowded places. his most favourite place in the world other than his bed is his studio. it’s like his safe little haven away from the world. he’s a guy who’s most productive at nighttime, more specifically from 12am-6am WHERE THE MAGIC HAPPENS!! so you can say he’s a work-a-holic which kinda explains why he’s so ‘lazy’ as people say, but he’s not. i think he’s one of those people who just feels tired all the time and he doesn’t know what it’s like to not be tired :( in a way he’s kind of like namjoon, a guy who has many thoughts but he isn’t the type to talk for hours on end he’ll only say it if it’s necessary. bangtan has also said that whenever yoongi says anything he says it in a really intelligent way!! i’m a firm believer that yoongi has a sixth sense because he’s extremely aware of his surroundings. in the past bangtan has tried to prank him once or twice but he’s picked up on it straight away, so i don’t think surprised go well with him. basically he’s a closed book who can read other closed books. something that i admire about yoongi is that he’s the guy to stand up for himself and he’ll fight for what he wants. his parents didn’t approve of his lyrics and threw them in the bin and told him to only study. which he agreed to do but he wrote lyrics in secret which i admire so greatly because look at where is now :) yoongi also takes a lot of pride in his work, just watch him talk about “let me know” and you’ll see what i mean!! if you managed to get past closed book yoongi, then you’ll realize he’s a really genuine guy who might not always be there all the time but he really cares for the people who are closest to him. 

4. hoseok - an angel in disguise. that’s all. the end. no but seriously, he’s probably the most.. i don’t know i can’t actually find one word to perfectly describe hoseok. he’s just… him? you know? his personality is one of a kind and you won’t find a guy like him for while. the members have all said that when they’re feeling down they go to hoseok and they feel automatically energized. yeah that’s the word. he’s an energizer. he has the ability to lift everyone’s souls and spirits as high as the sky and i honestly don’t know how he does it. but this can also come at a price, because he’s so happy all the damn time and he makes everyone else happy, he wouldn’t have anyone to go to? if it makes sense? like what does he do when he’s feeling down? i feel as though he wouldn’t go to anyone when he’s feeling down which is quite heart-breaking for me :( he’s the guy who wouldn’t burden anyone with his feelings so he’ll go by himself and vent and his way of venting is to dance. which is what he did when the whole “kick jhope out of bts” went down. he went to the practice room and danced all night long. with that also, he still wears his heart on his sleeve. if something really good or really touching happens around him, then he’ll get a little emotional which is really cute!! along with all of this, he also nags a lot, but this is his way of showing that he really cares and he just wants the best for bangtan! one more thing i admire about hoseok is that is really really humble. if you go up to him and say “your the best dancer ever” or “you’re so amazing!” he’ll simply laugh and say “i’m no where near amazing but thank-you” even though he is the main dancer of bts, he’s never the guy to be cocky about it. all he sees is that there’s always room for improvement :)

5. taehyung - this guy is so so so complex like i don’t even know where to begin with him. how do you explain kim taehyung? well for one he is definitely a one in a million and you’ll probably never see someone like him again to be honest.  in his own special way, he’s really really creative by coming up with different ways to entertain himself and other people. seokjin has said a few times that he’d see taehyung doing chores by himself and he’ll act out a scene from a movie and play 5 different roles. yeah, that’s taehyung. he’s also really spontaneous with everything. if he wants to do something then he’ll do it without warning and it’ll be the most craziest thing ever. i wouldn’t say he’s someone that doesn’t care but if he’s to impersonate something, then he’ll do it 110% and he doesn’t mind if he looks like a total idiot. i think his goal in life is to make the people around him happy and if it means he looks like a fool, then he’ll happily do it!! but deep underneath all of this, is a serious side of tae and a good way to see that is to watch his live performances. more specifically THISSSS!!!! get ready to fall in love all over again ladies. music is something that he’s starting to take very seriously. for example when he did of cover of “someone like you”, he planned it all out and made it to suit him!! many people that taehyung might be oblivious to a lot of things but that is so not true. i really think he has a special way to connect with any sort of living thing such as: babies, kids, older people, animals, dogs etc etc! i don’t know how he does it, but he just can. so really, taehyung is just a very complex, but unique person who is quite difficult to explain, even the boys don’t quite understand him sometimes!!

6. jimin - if you look at jimin from my own perspective, he’s in layers. on top is a layer of confidence and sexiness, followed by a layer of cuteness and grease, a layer of his serious side and then a layer of his insecurities and if you look at it closely, it’s quite defined. to make it a little easier to understand, he’s a bit of seokjin, with some hoseok and a smidgen of jungkook. of course he is his own person though! on top is his confidence. i think it’s only been recently he’s had this confidence about himself, it took him a long time to accept himself and be like “yeah, i like the way i am” but he’s always always working to build it up even more whether is practicing or working out to feel better about himself! but deep down is his insecurities i think it’s something that is always there at the back of his mind and when someone criticizes him in some way, it lingers on his mind for ages. just like hoseok, the way he vents out his frustrations is to do things on his own like singing, dancing or working out etc etc. but he also has another way to vent out and that’s to talk with his best buddy taehyung. i honestly think taehyung is his rock and without him, he wouldn’t be where he is today!! bless you taehyung!! i don’t know if it’s something to do with busan guys but just like jungkook, he’s so so prideful. he will work and work and work just to be the best that he can be because to him being second place is not an option to him. along with this busan thing, is i think a temper? the members and also himself, has said that he has quite a temper and can get a little scary though. a thing that i really love about jimin is that he’s so loving. he has so so much love to give to everyone and it makes my heart swell o mfg. he isn’t afraid to tell anyone that he loves them or how lovely and beautiful us armies are. he’s just a really smooth talker who knows how to melt your heart. 

anonymous asked:

Hux being in the canon universe where he and Kylo absolutey hate each other with passion. And then waking up in an alternate universe and realizing here a lot of time has passed, and not only is snoke dead but he is emperor. And apperantly happily married to a heavily pregnant Kylo carrying his child. So Hux is totally freaking out trying to figure out how to get back home but after a few days starts enjoying this different life and such. Also the other hux freaking out bc canon Kylo hates him.

‘So you’re pregnant with my child?’

‘Yes.’

‘And we are married?’

‘Yes.’

‘And I am the ruler of the whole Galaxy?’

‘Yes. . . have you bumped your head again?’

‘Again? What- no! No, I haven’t. It’s just- …Starkiller. How many months has it been since it’s destruction?’

The new Kylo looks at him weirdly. ‘Starkiller? Well, we haven’t talked about that in the best part of two years…Has something happened? You’re acting weird.’

He was the one acting weird? In any other sane universe, if he woke up beside Kylo, the Dark Jedi would have no second thoughts as to literally kicking him out of it.

‘I’m sorry, forgive my short memory. I’ve just had a terrible dream and fell as though I’m still in it.’

Kylo looked sympathetic. Which was strange, the man never showed any consolation for him other then the brief snarl. But he was enjoying seeing the bright smile that Kylo had to offer him.

‘Would it help if you told me about your dream?’ he asked, reaching for Hux’s hand and he gladly offered it to him.

‘It might,’ he replied, slowly caressing the hand in his own. He rather liked the touch of if, it seemed Kylo’s hands had been gifted with such smoothness, it was rather like dipping one’s hand into several sheets of the finest silks the Galaxy had to offer. In other words, his hands weren’t as rough and coarse as Hux had imagined for a man who often help the hilt of a ragged weapon.

He quickly continued, ‘I’d woke up in the craziest of dimensions. We were still at war and Snoke still had his reigns on you. And we… we hated each other. Despised, actually. If I’d woke up in your bed you’d gladly kicked me out of it.’

‘That doesn’t sound too pleasant,’ Kylo looked rather upset about it. ‘And we weren’t married?’

Hux shook his head. ‘No. And neither was this babe swelling your stomach so sweetly, my dear. Aren’t I glad it was just a dream?’

‘You dreamt of what’s in the past,’ Kylo told him. So that meant all this was his future? Would his Kylo really let all this happen? Compared to this complete haven  his life with Kylo was a complete dystopia,  he’s even go so far as to calling it a certain death penalty.

He leaned forward and rested one hand on the Kylo’s bump, keeping the other safe and intertwined with the soft hand that still held it.

‘Tell me again,’ he said with a smile small, ‘how did I conquer the mighty Snoke?’

And as Kylo started the story he decided more and more that he really didn’t want t leave.

When Kylo woke up disgruntled and annoyed, he found a familiar red haired and snoring ass in the bed beside him.

‘Hux, seriously, get the fuck out of my room before I kill you,’ he groaned against his pillow.

Though Hux stirred he wasn’t awake, he simply murmured something incoherent and then fell back into a deep sleep.

Kylo sat up. ‘Hux! Get. Out.’

He pushed him but with a futile attempt to wake him. Hux simply moved his arm and wrapped it around Kylo’s waist, nuzzling his face into the stomach of his vest. Kylo watched him for a moment, confused as to why he was suddenly so domestic.

‘Hux-’

‘..Baby,’ Hux whined, ‘I’m trying to sleep…’

And with that, Kylo erupted with anger.

It may have not been the first time he’d sent Hux flying halfway across the room, but for the man who was currently upside down against his wall, it had to be. He screamed and Kylo was sure he’d heard a few bones crack as he hit the ground. Though, Hux being Hux, didn’t even react to the pain of his obviously broken bones. In fact, he didn’t even look angry.

‘Ben…’ he cried. The name made Kylo jump from his bed. Hux would never be so stupid as to let something so confined slip so easily.

‘What the fuck did you just call me?’ he asked angrily and walked toward the man who sat tiredly on the floor, barely able to keep himself up.

‘I called you Ben,’ he said simply. ‘You said you wanted to be called that now.’

‘I would never say that!’ He caught him by the scruff of the neck and the man looked terrified.

‘B-Ben…why are you doing this?’ His gaze fell to the flat of Kylo’s stomach. ‘And… what happened to our baby?’

‘Our baby!?’ He threw him back onto the ground. ‘I wouldn’t ever lower myself to let you spill inside me.’

Hux, or at least who Kylo thought was Hux, watched him in horror as he recoiled and retreated back to his bed.

‘But- our wedding night, my dear. Can’t you remember a thing?’ he asked.

Kylo really believed he’d gone mad. ‘Our wedding night!? We are not married, Hux. I will never have your baby and did you just call me ‘my dear’? Are you sick?’

‘N-no, I am not sick. I just don’t understand. We have a kingdom Ben, you and I rule as one and we were to have an heir very soon,’ he said sadly.

Suddenly, he was beside Kylo again, reaching out for his hands but he was declined.

‘I don’t know where you come from, sir, but I don’t love Hux. And our monarch is still and always will be Supreme Leader Snoke,’ Kylo told him.

‘Snoke is alive?’ he asked.

‘….yes.’

‘A-and you don’t love me?’

‘No-…no I don’t.’

‘Oh. Well, forgive me for ever bothering you then.’

The door opened and Hux stepped outside without even a cloth to cover his skin. Kylo sighed as he reached over and dragged him back inside.

‘I don’t know who you are but if you’re going to pull off being Hux then you might as well dress like him,’ he quickly scourged through piles of neatly folded clothes and found some of Hux’s old uniforms. ‘Here.’

Hux, or not Hux, smiled widely, ‘Thank you, my dear.’

Kylo glared at him.

hauntedhanlon  asked:

Hi! I've had a gross day and I'm currently in a fic dry spell. Do you have any (preferably long) fics you could reccomend me? :)

Aww sweetheart. *snuggles you* Dammit, I am the worst for fic recs. But let me see what I have by way of long.

Hurt Me (to Heal Me) by SushiOwl

Stiles likes his job, he does. It’s just that his boss is an asshole. Stiles has been working for Hale and Associates for a while now, and he’s learned to take Mr Hale’s treatment of him with a grain of salt. They’re coexisting, more or less. Stiles puts thought of his boss out of his head when he heads to a BDSM club called The Menagerie for the first time. It’s a nice night, everything is going well, but everything changes when he sees his boss there.

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale’s fraternity.

Special Collections by hannah_baker

Stiles Stilinski is a senior in college working on his thesis. Derek Hale is the grumpy (though inhumanely attractive) special collections librarian. All they needed was a common interest to spark a friendship that becomes more than either of the bargained for.

I Can Read You Like a Book (One That’s Written in Another Language) bykyrene

This story begins with a little boy asking an older boy to read him a book in the library, but that’s not where it ends.

Derek stared down at the little face lifted up to meet his gaze. This kid had Cora all beat in the so-cute-you-wanted-to-pinch-their-rosy-cheeks sweepstakes, and Derek discovered to his distress that he was helpless in the face of his heart-felt request.

“Okay,” he grunted, with an eye roll so that the boy knew this was putting him out. “Just this one book, though.”

Caged Humanity by Ember

The other factors sounded like complete bullshit. Like about Companions having certain dispositions for submission, and a personality built around wanting to please. Fuck that, Stiles was a strong independent man who didn’t need no wolf. Submitting was straight up taught in classes. Don’t talk back, try to reason not argue, never run away when your Mate was in heat. Mate? More like owner. There was a reason Companions were called pets. God Stiles hated it all, the hypocrisy. It was an honor? More like a life sentence.

An AU where werewolves are given humans as pets called Companions, and a very begrudging Stiles is taken in by Derek Hale, much to both their displeasure. And then pleasure. Very, very sexual pleasure.

Be the Life of the Party by Mimiminaj

His father’s face suddenly turned serious again.

“He is twenty four though, son. I don’t care if his smile shits rainbows and his laugh births puppies. You are his employee. It would be bad to cross those lines during your first job. Or ever.”

Stiles’ face hit the table.

“I hate my life,” he moaned.

Scott laughed cheerfully. “Don’t worry sheriff! It sounds to me like the entire cinema staff feels the same. Stiles doesn’t stand a chance with Derek!”

“Scratch that,” Stiles mumbled into the wood. “I hate you two more.”

Or – Stiles starts working at the movie theater. His boss is Derek.

I Feel We’re Close Enough by samann98

Derek’s two friends share a look and even Boyd can’t muster up the strength to deal with his pathetic attempt at denial. “Come on now, Derek, seriously? We know about you and Stiles.”

“Yeah, we know you two are fuck buddies,” Erica adds with a smirk, and Derek buries his head in his hands.

“That’s not exactly the terminology I would use,” he murmurs, his whole face burning with embarrassment.

“How else would you describe having sex with your best friend who has no clue you’re in love with him?” Boyd asks, actually sounding curious about his answer.

Derek lifts his head, opens his mouth to reply, but only ends up making a few ridiculous noises that can’t pass for actual words. When Derek finally just throws his hands up in defeat, admitting, “Okay, fine, that’s exactly how you’d describe it,” Erica and Boyd shake their heads at him.

Or the one in which Derek and Stiles are childhood friends, their freshman year of high school Derek makes the craziest suggestion ever, and four years later Stiles decides to take him up on it.

Talk Geeky to Me by stilesanderek (minxxx)

Derek and Stiles are the most typical combo of nerd plus geek two teenage boys could be; and as stereotypical as they could ever get, they’re each other’s only friend. That usually doesn’t bother Stiles much, Derek is the best best friend he could ever hope to have, but sometimes when he thinks about his fate of possibly not having his first kiss until college, he starts wishing he had a few more friends–or at least more people who were a bit more interested in him other than when they need to copy his notes.

In a fit of curiosity about how kissing feels like, Stiles proposes Derek that they each be the other’s first kiss–strictly platonic, of course. But afterwards, Stiles can’t stop noticing how hot Derek is, can’t stop thinking about kissing and touching him.

OR

The five times Derek and Stiles “fake” kiss and one time they take things further.

Love Comes in Spurts by talktowater

Stiles has always had sort of a hero worship thing going on with Scott’s step-brother Derek so moving into a house with him freshman year was basically fulfilling a childhood fantasy. Discovering how Derek was putting himself through college, well that was a whole other fantasy that Stiles didn’t even know he had.

I Might Be A Fool by prettylittlementirosa

The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault. So when Derek let’s out what must be his hundredth long-suffering sigh, Stiles snaps.

(or the one that was supposed to be a GRΣΣK AU but is mostly just a study in the gratuitous and inconsistent use of punctuation)

I’m A Believer by LittleLynn

Stiles’ one night stand turns out to be a lot more than he bargained for. Not that he minds, like, at all.

Five Minutes With... Sam Heughan

When it comes to guilty pleasures, we’ve got our fair share: donuts, bowls of pasta as big as our head, a glass of orange wine on a Friday afternoon. But no guilty pleasure is as guilty - or, indeed, as pleasurable - as Outlander. The sumptuous melodrama follows a feisty 1940s’ feminist who is hurled back in time to rebellion-era Scotland when she touches some magic rocks. Once in the wilds of the North, she stumbles upon the softly-spoken, kilt-wearing gentle giant Jamie, and lots of steamy, sexy sex ensues. All with a steadfast and resolute focus on female pleasure. It’s not only rare when it comes to television, but downright applause worthy. What’s not to love?

The show is pretty much our favourite thing to binge-watch, and it’s thanks in no small part to this man: Sam Heughan, who selflessly spends most of the series shirtless for your viewing pleasure. (His bottom trended on Twitter after Outlander’s climactic - ahem, pun intended - episode 10 when Claire and Jamie first consummated their union.) We sat down with the man making television so, so great to find out a little bit more about the new season.

MARIE CLAIRE: Is this your first time in Australia? 


SAM HEUGHAN: It is. I have had an amazing time. It’s such a beautiful… [Pulls a face] It’s so sunny I want to be outside! [Laughs] But it’s been amazing. We’ve had two days off, so when we landed we went to a rugby game. Then I went to Bondi, Manly cove [and] up the Bridge. It’s been great.

MC: And have you tried Vegemite?


SH: Yes, I had Vegemite on TV yesterday. I loved it. I really like it. Anything on toast is good though.

MC: The fans of this show are legendary. Is that something you had ever encountered before? 


SH: No I had never encountered anything like this. What’s surprising is that we have been to America and we’ve been in Europe and the fact that the fans over here are just as enthusiastic about the show [is amazing]. We had an event last night and they all turned up and they were all wearing some piece of tartan and they were really into it and it’s crazy to think that the show has that far of a reach.

MC: What’s the craziest thing a fan has done to get your attention?


SH: I probably can’t say, because I think it’s a bit embarrassing. But they’re great, they generally are very, very well-meaning and very supportive of everything we do. And some time it might go a little too enthusiastic, but they’re also self policing as well and they have a great community of support for each other.

MC: A lot of people - ED’S NOTE: Ahem, marie claire staffers included - love the fact that the sex is so feminist and realistic in the show. How important was that going in? 


SH: The show is from the point of view of a woman so therefore we see it from her eyes. Myself and Caitriona [Balfe, who plays Claire] are very aware of what we do and why are we doing it. We don’t want it to just be some explicit, pornographic thing on television. We want it to have a meaning and move the characters forward and show something about their relationship.

MC: What can fans expect in the bedroom in season 2? 


SH: I think they’re going to be surprised actually. Very surprised.

MC: Pleasantly? 


SH: I don’t know.You know, at the end of season one Jamie has a great trauma happen to him, so he’s still suffering mentally and physically and Claire’s now pregnant. So they’re not the young lovers that have fallen for each other for the first time. They’re grown up and have a grown up relationship with all of its intricate details and that will be reflected in the bedroom.

MC: There’s a ninth book coming this year. How abreast are you of where Jamie’s story arc goes? 


SH: I think she’s getting there. From what I hear. She um, she allows us the odd bit of information. I know what happens to Jamie in the end of the series. We do talk a lot and she does give us little insights into our characters. If we ever have any questions or anything really she’s a great source of material and she’s helped me and Caitriona in lots of ways.

MC: You and your co-star Caitriona Balfe are very close. What’s the best and worst thing about that?


SH: The best is that it’s reflected in the show. We go to know each other well in the first season and developed this bond and this trust. I think it’s great to be able to share the journey with someone. The worst… Now what could be the worst thing… I think recently we’ve had people discussing our personal life and whether we were in a relationship and it’s almost a shame that that has to be discussed because we’re just doing our job. I don’t know what other job you do where you have to discuss your personal life or relationship with a co-worker. It’s very strange.

MC:Do you guys make a point of not talking about it when asked? 


SH: For a while. I mean we were asked in every interview and we were quite candid about it. I felt like we should just not discuss it at all but she wanted to make it clear and I think that’s totally fair. Um. I don’t know. Part of me thinks it breaks the spell. And the other part of me says we should just be honest about it and make it clear but then, you know… I don’t think it matters.

MC: On a scale of 1-10 how great is it as a Scot to wear a kilt everyday to work? 


SH: 10.

MC: Are you very Scottish? 


SH: I would say I’m an honorary scot. I’m from the borders, My mum is English, I don’t have the strongest accent. But I’ve certainly fallen in love with my country and the many facets that make it up and the history of it. And now staunchly proud of it and the history of Scotland and its culture. It’s great to be able to film there and bring our culture to the rest of the world. My responsibility is to make sure that we are as authentic as possible.

MC: There are so many raunchy costume dramas at the moment, from Outlander to Game of Thrones and Poldark. What do you think is the appeal for audiences? 


SH: Things that are based on books are always very rewarding. I guess people like epic drama because they can commit to it and grow with these characters and learn more about them. I think Outlander is very different to the others. Game of Thrones is an epic fantasy, Outlander isn’t. I think Scotland is part of the appeal of Outlander, certainly. Poldark I haven’t seen. But Aidan Turner is probably the drawcard there.

[Laughs]
MC: So what do you like to watch, of an evening? 


SH: A documentary. Love a good doco. Love ‘em.

MC: Like nature documentaries? [ED’s NOTE: Could you seriously not come up with any other kind of documentary? HRY: Nope. Just not a doco kinda gal.]


SH: Nature’s alright. Anything factual, anything real. I’m finding it harder and harder to find something to watch. I do watch a lot of American TV shows and dramas, but, especially when it comes to books, I find myself drawn to factual stuff. It’s just as exciting and in fact even more so because it’s real.

MC:Are you a binge watcher or an episode-a-week kinda guy? 


SH: Binge.

MC: What is your advice to people suffering from the Droughtlander? 


SH: Well they haven’t got long left now. They’ve got this far. Don’t give up. Don’t lose heart. Be prepared. It’s going to be different. Drink some red wine, because it’s [set in] France. Eat some cheese.

MC: How would you describe the series in three words? 


SH: Poisonous. Political. Two ps I need another P… Purpose. Does that work? [Laughs]

Outlander season 2 will air on Foxtel’s SoHo Sundays at 8.30PM from April 10

(via Marie Claire Australia on Tumblr)

*Might be a bit hard to read w/the format as the html doesn’t copy and paste on the app and I’m too lazy to edit it much. I bolded a few things that stood out to me*

Oz Comic Con - April 13th, 2014 (Sun) - part one

As complete a summary as I can be bothered with of Benedict Cumberbatch at the Oz Comic Con Sydney event (Sunday April 13th, 2014). Some parts have been paraphrased and others left out completely, so don’t take it as gospel, more as generally what went down.

Q&A: BC appears on stage holding his iPhone up to the microphone and dancing around. Crowd goes wild.

“Now that… is a legal bit of dancing that you’ve just heard [sic]”. Which is his way of bringing up the fact that he’s actually quite annoyed (I think) over the organisers’ showing of the video intercutting Tom Hiddleston’s dancing with his own “Thriller” moves. He explains the background, which is that footage was essentially hacked from Olivia’s page, at which people laugh and cheer, to which he’s all “no, boo, boo”.

1. How did he prepare to play James in Third Star? Aww. He talked to the UK Rhabdomyosarcoma cancer society, since it was what James suffered from, he met a few people who had cancer at the time, he talked to Vaughn (the screenwriter) who based some of it on a friend of his. He couldn’t do anything with his hair because he was about to play Sherlock! So he lost a lot of weight, went swimming in the ocean, ran around a lot, ate less - at this point someone brings him a glass of wine, which gets a cheer - for at least two weeks. Says nice things about JJ (yay!), that they all influenced the film because Hattie was a first-time director, he tried to help and guide her with his own work, and JJ especially helped her and he (JJ) would make a good director. Amazing story, amazing setting.

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