shirtless and not caring about pizzas

compilation of some miscellaneous erasermic fic ideas from my twitter:

  • accidental sugar daddy mic. once his radio show takes off, he finds himself with lots of extra money. so he buys shit for aizawa. it starts off small, so aizawa doesn’t even notice as it escalates until finally someone (probably midnight) is like “how long has mic been paying your rent??”
  • young!erasermic where aizawa starts avoiding mic after realizing that he has a crush on him. of course, mic freaks out and assumes that aizawa is avoiding him because aizawa figured out about his crush and is weirded out by it.
  • young!erasermic where it’s actually aizawa who calls mic his best friend first. mic’s never had a best friend before and is like “REALLY??”
  • college AU where mic has a part time job delivering pizzas. aizawa always orders at 3 am and arrives at the door tousled and shirtless. mic has multiple theories about aizawa: 1. he’s up late studying, 2. he’s up late gaming, 3. the pizza is a post-sex ritual.
  • drunk!mic convinces drunk!aizawa to get his nipples pierced. sober!aizawa… is not pleased. (of course, mic’s are already done and because aizawa knows nothing about taking care of piercings, mic helps clean them and stuff.)
  • mic sort of casually hand-feeds aizawa sometimes because aizawa’s too lazy to peel oranges and stuff himself. they’re not even in a relationship. it’s been a habit for so long that they don’t even realize it’s weird anymore? everyone in the staff room is staring.
  • young!erasermic AU with annoying theater kid mic. that kid who ALWAYS plays the lead and is somehow still popular despite it. great singing voice. aizawa plays violin and gets roped into being in the pit orchestra, and mic flirts shamelessly.
  • aizawa runs a very popular twitter for his cat. mic finds out after recognizing the scarring on aizawa’s hands in a video he posts. “you know, i didn’t recognize your voice at first. i hadn’t pegged you as the type to use babytalk with your cat.“ "shut up.”

anonymous asked:

Cami, KJ and Charles are on a hit TV show acting like Frat brats. All I see is Cami pizza crotch shot with with Chuck & KJ shirtless standing on a bed sends a bad taste in my mouth when you are in Teen Hit show. If they were normal frat kids doing this, I would not care but these young adult actors who should never publicly post these types of pics, if they're trying to get attention because of the outing of Cole & Lili of their relationship, well this is the wrong way to do it.

Precisely. Plus, while it’s fine that they got completely trashed (Meltie apparently mentioned something about being hung over the next morning—-which must’ve made zip lining a freakin’ delight!!), because they’re all legal Canadian drinking age and free to do as they please (my personal views on their behavior being fairly immaterial)…..Crotch Pizza choosing to post this on her insta the next day was done while sober and is a conscious, attention whoring choice.

And one done as a representative of the show/a public figure—-setting a very poor, gross and tasteless example for their very young fans.

anonymous asked:

What are the little things that you love about breadboy urine?

oh wow, there are so many things! brendon urie,,… that… boy….

* he is tiny.,….. very tinie…

* his…… freckles….

* hErE I AMM comPOSING a BurLeSQUee!!!

* his lil actions he does when he performs live

* shirtless? nahh, naked,,,,, 👀

* his vocal range?? like woW.., its higher than the price of petrol m8

* his legs are so..,, good!!


* he crazy

* his laughh is good., really good…

* his lyrics aren’t fake

* decided to use a sample of siri saying “rock” in victorious

* pOSiTiVE HaRDCOre THUrsdAY!!!!

* he lob sarah so mochh

* he described his bisexuality amazingly and so confidently, flourishing people out there with confidence

* just a pure inspo

* a dream

* doesn’t let the evil get to him,,.. like in the “how brendon reacts to annonying comments” scope vid thingY

* beaut smile

* ACTUALLY cares about fans??? (orders pizza when they wait outside when its cold))

* makes every concert an enjoyable one for everybody

* cried when same sex marriage was announced legal


Xiumin Scenario - Experiment Log: Opposites Attract

*No More GIFs In Scenarios, sorry my dovies*

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mlleadrenaline said:

[½] So Baby I discovered your tumblr this afternoon and I’ve already read ALL the scenario, you got me *-* I want to ask for one because holy shit you are AWESOME. You are Xiumin girlfriend since some months, he is almost maniac, you are messy, he is quiet you are bubbly and loud, he havean healthy live style you like fast food and being lazy… your only things in common is your love for sex. One day you got in a bigger fight than usual, Xiumin being stressed and tired, it get out of hand [2/2] And Xiumin don’t show up neither talk for some day at first because of angryness but after because of the schedule. After 2 week he managed to have an evening and a day off, so he come to your place for a “talk”. But as soon as he stepped in, he can see that you have clean everything, throw away all the fast and fatty food and buy vegetable and fruits, on the top of this for the first time of the relationship ,she say sorry and accept her fault,…<3 Yep it’s already elaborate xD Luv Ya.

               “Jesus, you really are a mess.” Xiumin muttered, dumping your clothes, which he had just washed himself no less, onto the bed before he hung them up. You had followed him from the laundry closet in your apartment, watching him while you munched on some chocolate covered graham crackers. It seemed half the time he was at your place, he was cleaning up after you. It’s not that you considered yourself messy, you just didn’t see the point of picking up the t-shirt and pj bottoms you would wear again or making the bed just to sleep in it again and well, running a vacuum through the place was just too much work to bother with it.

               “It wasn’t that bad.” You said making him turn to shoot you a look.

               “I couldn’t see the floor on this side of the room.” He said, some condescension in his voice.

               “It’s not like it’s your place.” You replied, getting annoyed. It just grated on you when he nagged you about your messy nature. Definitely not your favorite thing about your boyfriend.

               “No, but I spend enough time here that I can’t take it being this messy. It just makes me way too uncomfortable. I can’t relax or focus.” He said and you sighed, taking care to throw away the cookie package since he was watching you.

               “You know I don’t like it when you spend our time together cleaning…” You mumbled, getting up onto the other side of your bed and bringing your knees up to your chest.

               “I wouldn’t have to if you cleaned a least ten minutes a day.” He replied.

               “Come on, Minsoek, we could be doing something much more entertaining.” You finally said, adding a suggestive lilt to your voice so you knew you were guaranteed to get his attention. You watched him shift from a focused neat freak to interested, his ears almost physically perking up as his eyes darkened even if they were sparkling with something new…

               “Entertaining huh?” He said leaning toward you while he wrapped up putting your last articles of clothing on hangers.

               “Mmm hmm…” You replied letting your hand wander up his arm, feeling the moving muscles underneath your fingers.

               “Are you gonna be on top then?” He said dropping the hamper back on the floor before climbing up onto the bed, his fingers and hands already attaching themselves to your body.

               “You know it drives me crazy when you’re on top sweetheart…” You purred, knowing you were also way too lazy to do all the work being on top entailed.

               “So lazy…” He hummed, chuckling to himself as his lips found your neck and your hands found the warmth of his abs under his shirt. You just gave a satisfied smile as your eyes dropped closed. You and Xiumin lived in very different styles, him put together and healthy and you, well, you were mostly lazy, especially when it came to your home life. It’s not to say you didn’t take things seriously, you just didn’t take your eating and cleanliness as seriously as he did. Your work and relationships you did take seriously, though, even if he had trouble seeing it. What you did have in common was entirely physical. Sex was like your back to each other, it was how you found each other – fitting together in the most intimate way possible. Sex was also something you both loved, especially with each other since that was definitely how you were the most compatible.

               The next morning, the sound of the blender woke you up a good couple hours earlier than you intended to be up. After groaning into your pillow, you pushed your achy body out of bed and walked into the kitchen. There he was in his shirtless glory, blending some smoothie that was a sickening green color.

               “Good morning!” He said cheerfully.

               “Too early.” You groaned, making your way to the coffee maker and starting it while he clicked his tongue.

               “The early bird gets the worm.” He said in a sing-songy voice.

               “And the late bird gets rest.” You grumbled back.

               “Uh huh and Y/N, would it kill you to try and take care of yourself?” He said, cutting away at some vegetables he’d had to have gotten himself – you didn’t let veggies into your apartment if you had any say about it, unless they were on pizza.

               “I take of myself just not in the same way you do.” You snapped, irritable at the early hour.

               “I just don’t want you to get sick or anything…” He said comfortingly, leaning in to kiss your temple.  

               “I don’t get sick! I’m fine!” You snapped, waving your elbows at him so he would stay away. You couldn’t explain it, but you were just not in the mood.

               “Living the way you do is just not healthy!” He snapped back, getting more irrable as you got more cranky.

               “That’s not for you to decide! Jesus, I thought we agreed – I wouldn’t bug you about your lifestyle and you wouldn’t nag me about mine?” You said growing defensive.

               “I just want what’s best for you! Living the way you do is not going to lead to a long, happy life.” He said, trying to pull you against him but again you pushed him away.

               “It’s my life!” You cried, making him cringe.

               “But it’s not good for you! I want to live a long happy life with you and –” He started but you cut him off.

               “I don’t have to live a life that’s up to your standards!” You shouted just to make him stop talking. “I don’t need you telling me how to live! I’m fine but if all you’re going to do is tell me how to life my life the way you think I should, get out!”              

               “You’re just being ridiculous, I’m only trying to –” he started but you made a loud frustrated noise.

               “For the love of god, get out then!” You cried, pointing at the door.

               “If you’re going to be stubborn like that! Fine!” He shouted, grabbing his bag and slamming the door on the way out. As soon as he was gone, you sunk into a barstool and drowned your coffee. Once that caffeine settles over your brain, you started to regret everything that had happened, a thousand reasons or excuses entering your head. It was early and you were not a morning person. It was the accumulation of all your differences. You were tired from your physical activities the night before. You hadn’t had your caffeine. He was the one that woke you with your damn blender. He kept trying to change you when you didn’t want to change. But you still regretted everything you’d said, even if you were far too proud to call him yourself.

               Xiumin, in contrast, was just pissed the second he left. He was boiling. All he had been trying to do was help you. With the way you ate, you knew you would get sick eventually. You just weren’t living right, or at least in any way that would let you live a long, happy, and healthy life. He wanted you to live a long life so you could spend it together, but maybe he just hadn’t communicated that.

               “What the hell am I supposed to do with that girl?” He moaned to Chen, who you chuckled.

               “Apologize, you muscle head.” Chen said knowing on Xiumin’s skull.

               “For what?” Xiumin asked, incredulous.

               “Trying to change her ways, all the time. You know it makes it look like you don’t care for her the way she is…” At those words, it finally clicked in Minnie’s head.

               “Oh I was such a dick!” He moaned, pressing his hands into his face.

               “And how long ago was it that you walked out?” Chen asked.

               “A couple days?”

               “Dude, you have to call her back before she completely moves on from you.” Chen said jumping up. Before Xiumin could even agree, their manager showed up and started dragging them into the car to go to the airport for a show in Jakarta. For a week, between all their promotions and trying to sleep, he scarcely had the seconds it took to check his phone much less enough time to call to talk to you. It was almost two weeks since your fight when Chen approached him again.

               “You are going to love me.” Chen said, beaming.

               “No homo.” Xiumin deadpanned.

               “Not like that but I got you the rest of the day off!” Chen said clapping his hands together with a smug look on his face.

               “So I can go to Y/N’s house?” Xiumin said leaping out the make-up chair he had been in.

               “I also called you a cab. Better hurry.” Chen said pushing Xiumin to the door. During the cab ride, Xiumin forgot to call you ahead of time as he was too busy trying to figure out what to say and give the cabbie directions. As he pulled up, he tossed the driver the money and leaped from the cab and into your building, deciding to run up the stairs. He decided to just use his key to your place since he figured you’d be in your bed, either watching TV or sleeping.

               What he saw when he opened the door was nothing he could have anticipated.

               The living room was not a mess with your work bag and school stuff spilling onto the floor and the coffee table amongst a sea of plates and cups long ago used. Sure, your school bag and work  bag were still on the chair, but this time packed neatly and the surface of the coffee table was visible with just a few accessories. The kitchen sparkled without the dinge of dust and past cooking adventures. He even guessed the panty was organized. The main surprise in the kitchen were the piles of vegetables and fruits on the island alongside a cutting board and a set of knives he didn’t recognize. He was struggling to process the changes when you walked in, freezing with surprise when you saw him standing in the middle of the room.

               “I wanted to call but-” You both started at the same time before you chuckled.

               “Things have changed around here.” He said looking around the room and you nodded.

               “I thought about what you said…About me living a long life and how you wanted me to live a long life…And I realized I wanted to, with you. Admitedly, I don’t know how to cook vegetables and I still don’t like the taste but I eat some with every meal. I’m learning how to cook and everything…I started weening off coffee in exchange for tea.” You started rambling, scratching your arm as you looked around the room.

               “Hey Y/N….” Xiumin said in a soft voice, approaching you gently.

               “Hmm?” You said, clamping your mouth shut. He didn’t use words to answer but rather he let his lips find yours and that was enough of an answer for you…

               “I’m sorry I made you leave.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around his torso.

               “Did you just say you were sorry?” Xiumin said, a teasing smile evident in his voice.

               “Shut up.” You whined, squeezing him.

               “And I’m sorry I left…” He said after chuckling to himself, dropping a kiss on the top of your head.

               “Would you mind teaching me how to cook vegetables?” You asked and he laughed.

               “A sentence I’d never thought I’d hear from you.” He said, running his fingers in your hair.

               “Shut up!” You whined again…

               “Ok…” He said sealing your lips with his one more time before you started your cooking lesson…