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wolfypuppypiles  asked:

Omg that "secret homosexual signals" thing made me think of like if lance came up to Keith and pointed to the handkerchief hanging from his back pocket and was like "dude you know that's a singal that you're gay right?" (It used to be in the 80s or something) and Keith makes a face and points at lances pocket which also has one and lance just smiles and winks or some shit idk whatever ur art is amazing


Writing Is Hard

Summary: Dean finds the blog you use to read smutty fan fiction. And of course, he decides he can write a better story about himself. You help.

Warning: Smut, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4350

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier​ for being a great beta and being generally flawless. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

No. This isn’t happening.

This is one of those moments you’d had weird nightmares about, dreams that left you embarrassed and feeling all icky the next day until you finally convinced yourself that it wasn’t real. And just like those moments, this one will end any second now. You’ll wake up in some motel bed, Dean will be in the next room with Sam, asleep or showering or eating or anything but standing over your laptop with that look on his face.

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“You don’t know me, Nurse!” Dex yells, turning and slamming the door on his way out.

Nursey sinks down into his chair, hands shaking with the adrenaline rush that always comes after a blowout with Dex. He grabs his headphones, tugs his sweatshirt on, and laces up his running shoes. He’s feeling like he could run six or seven today, after a fight like that, but he doesn’t want to overdo it, so he’ll stick to his usual three.

He refuses to allow himself to think for the first mile, focusing on his breath and the sound of his feet against the pavement. It’s warmer than it should be, this time of year, but the air is still cold enough to feel that bit of chill in his lungs.

By the second mile he’s working through the argument in his head, parsing through everything leading up to it and trying to figure out what started it. He can’t figure it out, or maybe he just doesn’t remember. Whatever started it, Dex had surely ended it. You don’t know me, Nurse. A lie if Nursey’s ever heard one. He knows Dex.

I know Dex, he’s repeating through the third mile. He doesn’t know why he’s so hung up on it, except that it’s total fucking bullshit. I know Dex. I know him. I do. Fuck him for thinking I don’t. Fuck him.

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Something tells me that, on the off chance that Marinette and Chloe actually agree on something (gasp!) the two of them would be a force to be reckoned with. 

Two confident, no-nonsense, gives-no-shits, will-shut-you-down-in-a-heartbeat girls working together on something? They’d be unstoppable. 

Like imagine the two of them just happen to both walk by a douchey boy in their school laughing with his douchey friends about, I don’t know, posting a really rude, sexist, gross comment on a picture of one of the girls in his class. 

Marinette would straight up take this boy’s phone out of his hands, delete the comments, and just leave Chloe to drag this kid in the corner and rip him to shreds over being downright disgusting. “How dare you think you can talk to girls like that, you soggy dish towel. I have half a mind to tell Marinette over there to screenshot everything you just said and show it to everyone in school so they’ll see how much of a pig you are.”

“Way ahead of you Chloe.”

  • naruto: hey so uh. i followed gaara's advice and went to like, the doctor and shit
  • sasuke: oh yikes
  • naruto: it was alright honestly i guess it was just weird. and i guess i've got ADD?
  • sasuke: oh, well, obviously. i could've fucking told you that.
  • naruto: what? really?!
  • sasuke: yeah you're like the poster child for it. open up the DSM, bam, picture of you.
  • naruto: shut your fucking mouth, sasuke
  • sasuke: i'm just being honest. but really, that's good. now you can like, deal with it, and shit. it's about time
  • naruto: yeah, i guess!
  • naruto: so when are you gonna go to the doctor? you know, for your stuff
  • sasuke: what stuff
  • naruto: oh c'mon

gayseijous  asked:

HI, I just read all your fanon vs canon posts and I'm in love? I just wanted to see if i could ask for your take on Oikawa for that? Of course, no pressure, I bet those things take time to write so if you don't have it then don't worry. But thank you so much for the ones you've already written, they're great!!!

ok um. ajdfdkfddf i just wrote 100k+ of oikawa and still this is hard. oikawa is the most difficult character to get down in the history of characters. but lemme try:

fanon oikawa

  • Ego Central Inc
  • so many fangirls. must appease the fangirls. dating all over the place. lives for the attention
  • constantly babbling about aliens (ok i love this one and i live by it but it has to be here because… it is sadly… totally unfounded)
  • utter asshole all the time
  • overworking himself every day, every night
  • super obsessed with his appearance and fashion. so much hair product
  • diva
  • calls himself the great oikawa-san and grand king because he’s so amazing
  • 5000 selfies

canon oikawa

  • ok yeah probably enjoys the attention he gets but honestly just… is gracious and polite with his fangirls? it’s not like he ever tries to get their attention, and he lords it over iwa a single time because he knows it’ll rile him up
  • btw that’s at the end of a segment where he says something to get each of his teammates to their best so i think it’s fair to assume that’s not even a “lol look at me i’m so great” that’s just him knowing what’s going to get iwa on his a game (and if it’s teasing so be it)
  • actually super focused on other people. like… um. this was… a plotline. of a main character. kageyama feels inferior to oikawa because oikawa is spectacular at listening to people and freaking adjusting to them
  • even if they’re first years. like, kindaichi tells him he needs something. oikawa, since he’s experienced, thinks he’s wrong, but instead of being like “lol i know best shut up” he’s like “ok, i hear you, let’s keep trying it the same way, alright?”
  • his reaction to being called grand king is basically “wtf”
  • the self obsessed shit is an act oh my god
  • actually probably pretty responsible with not overworking himself when he’s thinking clearly. certainly does what he can to make sure his team doesn’t overwork themselves
  • calculated, smart
  • most of his pictures on his phone are of his nephew or… omg… sunsets? what a sappy lil nerd
  • ok yeah he’s a dickhead but he also helps kageyama in the end because he’s a softie
  • “plaid with plaid is a good look because it matches, right? that’s how fashion works, right?”
  • has never mentioned his hair ever and has the same hair as a child so honestly how do we even know he does his hair. maybe he fucking rolls out of bed looking like that.
  • ok no he definitely knows what a pretty face can get him and uses it to his advantage, so he probably cultivates his looks, but i don’t see why people think he’s obsessed with his own looks
  • childish, insecure, but also really focused on other people and how to be his best for them? he is a Good Boy
  • polite and kind with his fanclub and still gets broken up with. doesn’t know what he did wrong. is probably just a bit of a dork when dating, poor thing
  • crushed by the fear of losing. actually handles losing pretty well? keeps his team afloat, backs up iwa quickly. is at the match between his greatest rivals the next day, ready to learn. i’m so proud of him.
  • i really love oikawa tooru

Happy trans day of visibility!

i can’t stop thinking that at some point when trini’s mom had become more acceptance and getting to know trini better than before, she definitely shared baby photos with Kimberly.

Like Trini’s mom definitely showed Kim pictures of Trini when she used to had a gap tooth when she was younger and TRINI IS LIKE, MOM NO???? wh y ?? ?? and Kimberly is like gasp!!!!! YOU’RE CUTE!!!!! O:!!!!!!

I feel like this is an appropriate picture. I’m going through some shit right now but I’m really coming out of it.

I’m also realizing that I will be okay. I mean people say that, right? It will be okay. You’ll be okay. Yeah, but once you really feel it, when you really know you’ll be okay, you can look forward. I reached that point this weekend.

So I signed up for the 50m yesterday because I was hoping it would help me or at least make my brain shut up. After crying the first loop; it did.

By the way, sunrise dark, plus roots, plus teary eyes makes not falling even harder.

So in the interest of not being vague, Brian and I have decided to separate and we’re seeing a therapist. We have already had some really productive and healthy dialogue so we’re optimistic. It is difficult right now but I finally realized I will be okay.

Fight for Me - Gabriel Landeskog

Originally posted by fleuryisawesome

“Alrighty, babe. I should get going so you can finish getting ready. I don’t want to keep you and make people mad. You’ve got to focus and keep your head in the game tonight. Only a few minutes to show time and you need to play well out there.”

Your blond boyfriend looked down at you, smiled, and brought up his hand to ruffle your (HC) hair. “Alright, okay. I’ll go. But can I get one last kiss?”

You jokingly rolled your eyes and smiled before tiptoeing back up and pecking his lips. “There. Now go. I worry for you enough. Stay safe out there, okay?”

“I will do my best.” he grinned. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” you replied before walking off, putting your hat back on over your head and leaving the lower halls of the Pepsi Center. You made you way back up through a passage and into the actual arena where the fans and spectators were just stumbling in after roaming the halls and trying to find the proper sections for their seats or find a friend or maybe something of another category. 

You grinned and carefully walked up to your section and your seat, trying not to bump into anyone before you sat down and tweeted out a picture of the ice from where you sat before relaxing and waiting for the game.

Gabe had been your boyfriend for about six months now. He was a sweet guy with a ridiculously big heart who loved to share it with a lot of people. Strong, tall, handsome, sweet, and he could be such a dork sometimes. It was incredible that he was one person. It felt like you hit the jackpot with him.

Dating wasn’t easy at first mostly due to comments about you “being in it for the money” or just because he was attractive, but that’s not it. You didn’t care about the cash he had. It was just him and him alone. You didn’t need anything else. It all was just there, too. It was his heart that caught you. His heart and his eyes. All it took was one accidental run in at a coffee shop in the city, a spilled coffee, and a stained jacket for the past 6 months to happen.

You grinned as the lights dimmed around you and people hurried to their seats as the scoreboard lit up for the pre-game video they always played and the light show. It was always so exciting to go to a game. You never got to go to one in college because you never seemed to find the time or money to go to a game. Now, you were newly graduated and had a boyfriend on the team- nevermind who was the captain. So, you could go to one if you wanted to if you asked for and got the night off from your boss and told your boyfriend in time to get tickets.

Tonight’s match-up was Stars vs. Avalanche. It likely was not going to end well for your boyfriend’s team which was… struggling to say the very least. They had heart, but unfortunately in the NHL, that’s not enough. There’ve been a lot of nights this season where you had to snuggle in bed and hold him or comfort him through your laptop’s screen and remind him that it’s not his fault that things are how they are. That the sport’s a team effort and, even if he’s the captain, the other people need to work too. Not just him. Frankly, it felt like a miracle that he hadn’t been let go and traded at the deadline. You felt so awful for him and his anxiety was only getting worse. However, the game should still be fun.

You got up and wooped loudly as Gabe and his team hit the ice to skate around, the Stars skating on their own half of the rink until the starting lines and goalies for the night. Duchene, MacKinnon, and your Gabe for the front line with Tyutin and Barrie on opening D and Pickard in net. The Stars with their average starting lines of Benn, Seguin, who you had some odd gut feeling against, and Spezza. Klingberg and Lindell were paired on the D, and Lehtonen protected net.

The lines gathered up in the center circle after the anthem and waited. As soon as puck dropped, all was fair game. This could get interesting.


Well, you weren’t wrong.

“Where is he?” you panted, having just run down and through the lower halls of the Pepsi Center in search of your boyfriend. Instead, you quite near to literally ran into Matt.

“Gabe’s in the trainer’s room. It’s down the hall and over there and hang a left. Door should be open and hear him out before you tear him a new one.”

You groaned a word of thanks and marched down the hall, absolutely fuming. You were pissed. Just when you told Gabe to play it safe out there and not fight, what does he do? Get into a fight in the last literal couple minutes of the game with Seguin which eventually evolved into fighting the beast known as Jamie “Built Like A Fucking Fridge” Benn.

You rounded the corner and nearly walked past the trainer’s room until you saw your boyfriend sitting on one of the beds being tended to by a trainer. A black eye, a scrape on his cheek, and a cut that the trainer just finished applying some kind of solution to to stop the bleeding and help seal it up. “Gabriel.”

He looks at you with a worried look in his eye, holding an ice bag to the blackened flesh of the other one. “(Y/N), baby, I can explain.”

“Gabe, what the hell!?” you sighed. “I specifically asked you to not fight. I worry about you! Do you not understand that?”

“(Y/N), please-”

“I think you need to listen to him-” the trainer tried to speak, but you cut her off before she could finish.

“Gabe, I can’t even believe you!”

“(Y/N), please, I did it for you!” he said, raising his voice enough to be heard over your rambling. You stopped. 


“I did it for you.” he said, calmer. “Babe, you wouldn’t believe some of the things I heard tonight, but that little… That green, pesky little shit kept talking about you. He kept calling me a loser and a waste and how a pretty girl like you is just into me because I’m rich and because I play hockey. Because why else would you be into me, apparently. He kept saying these lewd things and he’d been doing it all night. I know he was trying to mess with me, but he could have done it without bringing up you. Especially about your body and stuff from pictures he’s seen. So, since he hadn’t shut up all game, I decided I’d do it for him. And then Benn got involved a minute later and that’s why I look like shit. Not exactly a model looking like this, am I?”

You were shocked and felt bad about how you’d been only a couple minutes before. “He… You did it for me?”

He nodded. “Why else would I have broken my promise?”

“Oh god, Gabey, I am so so sorry!” you spilled. “I- I didn’t… I’m so sorry, baby!”

“It’s fine.” He mumbled. “You didn’t know. You had a right to be mad.”

You sighed and sat next to him on the bed. “Did I though? Did I really?” He only sighed in response.

You took his hand, looked down into your lap, and sat in silence for a while before trying to break the tension. “I still think you look like a model. All hot an rugged like that. It’s quite a look.”

You looked over to see a small smile on his face. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” you smiled back, carefully bringing his face up to look over to you with your free hand and pecking his lips. “I don’t like it as much as your normal look, though.”

He giggled. “Yeah. I like my normal face too.”

You grinned and got the thumbs up from the trainer to leave before heading home with your brave, beloved boyfriend.

y’all motherfuckers need Beesus

Bumbleby fandom (and neutral parties curious as to the evidence supporting the ship, for that matter), it’s time for us to sit down and have a talk. We’ve had a rough hiatus. Both the long, painful wait after the emotional orbital nuke that was late V3. And then, much more recently, the news that Sun actually will be part of Blake’s journey in V4. It doesn’t actually change much of anything, but I still know how it feels, and why the Bumbleby fandom was worried–some of you loudly, and some of us quietly (myself included in the latter). And even before that, I saw dispirited Bumbleby shippers who can’t see the OTP actually becoming canon, whether because of Bl*cks*n or some other reason, on a daily basis. And on the other end of things I see Bumbleby shippers who make weak-ass arguments as to why Bumbleby is already canon and shit like that. Put that subtext bullshit away; subtext is for 20-year-old network TV shows. No. It’s time for the lot of you to see Beesus.

But before you get ahead of yourselves, first I’ll tell you what this post is not. It’s not an argument that Bumbleby is already canon, as opposed to heavily foreshadowed. I actually plan to avoid a lot of the stuff other analysts focus on, like the general “but they’re so close” or “they complement each other really well,” because those aren’t specifically romantic, and the partner pairs in general were designed to play off of each other (like how Ruby and Weiss were designed as a clashing-opposites buddy comedy duo). Those things aren’t unimportant–they are key to a good relationship–but they’re not what I’m driving at here.

This post is about foreshadowing. (Not subtext, foreshadowing; the distinction is important here.) ‘Cause I dunno if you noticed, but the CRWBY loves their bloody foreshadowing. They also love their parallels and repeating themes. So we’re gonna be talking mostly about writing tricks we know the CRWBY uses, like the aforementioned foreshadowing and parallels and also stuff like foils. And some cinematic tricks. Before I continue, I’d like to thank brilliant minds like Chained-Prometheus and the crew I roll with on Discord, whom I’ve learned a great deal from. Also Anny Gomez and her sharp eye for parallels; y’all should check out her videos. @chained-prometheus @s-assy-girl

I’d also like to thank the CRWBY for making the show. And if anyone involved in the show actually ends up reading this by some miracle, keep reading, because I am actually going to say Good Things about M&K’s writing and directing instead of the flak I see them getting all the time.

Evidence-fest begins under the cut, because this’ll be running a bit long–about 4.6k words, or a mid-length one-shot fic. Also lots of pictures, as a warning for those of you using mobile data.

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Winter is Coming - Smut - Nerdgasm Part 3

Originally posted by biancappter

Author: @dumbass-stilinski

Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,214
A/N: Part 3 of the Nerdgasm series! Some GOT and more Star Wars nerd stuff here. Enjoy! Also the gif has nothing to do with the story I just really miss Kahl Drogo okay?

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If someone would have told you that you’d be spending your Saturday lying naked on Stiles Stilinski’s bed telling him how good his mouth feels on your neck in High Valyrian (aōha relgos feels sȳz), you would have told them they were insane. But here you were, and he was using that beautiful tongue of his to draw patterns on your flesh.

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Don’t Mess With My Girl (Part 3)

A/N: Hey loves! I’m back in business! So here is the final part of this small series! Thank you for all the support! It is unedited! Not sure how I feel about the ending but I needed to somehow so… 

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: Swearing, breaking of items

Part 1 Part 2 

Turning away from Dean, you tried to keep yourself busy by rummaging through your duffel bag, looking for clean and comfortable clothes to change into. This was a conversation that was never supposed to happen – especially since you felt as if at any moment everything you have ever felt towards the Winchester would bubble to the surface and escape your lips.

“No. No no, you are not shutting me out. Not for this,”

Dean quickly reached for your arm, his calloused fingers making you shiver slightly. He towered over you, his stature making you feel incredibly small as he stood next to you. Being so near to him, it felt as if you were suffocating. When did it all get so hard? How were you supposed to continue acting as if nothing happened – how were you supposed to continue hunting with Dean Winchester when your emotions were fucking everything up?

“Dean, I’m tired. Please, can we talk about this later?” You sighed heavily, feeling your eyes sting with unshed tears as you stared at the ground, noticing the ugly mustard colored motel carpet.

“I know you, Y/N. Later means never. So no. I need to know. I want to help, dammit!” Frustrated, he paced around the small motel room. He hated this distance between the two of you. He had never felt so annoyed in his life – not necessarily with you, but with himself and that douche of an ex-boyfriend that they just had to run into and just had to ruin the perfect rhythm that the both of you had going for so long. And in a matter of two hours and in the minutes that he was here in this small room with you, it felt as if everything was just going to shit. He hated it.

In a flash of pure rage you kicked the wooden chair that sat near the wall. The force of your kick splintered the two front legs. Dean watched in shock as you turned to look at him, eyes red with tears that streaked your face.

“I wish I had never met you! I wish we never went to this god forsaken town and I wish you didn’t look at me with those stupid green eyes that get anyone and everyone weak. And I wish I didn’t live with you at the bunker because I hate waking up in the morning and getting coffee and I hate it when you walk in to the kitchen in that stupid robe of yours and I hate it when your hair is a mess and I hate it when you sing along to your music in the car. I hate it all, Dean Winchester. I hate having ever met you because you ruin every man in the world for me. I hate you because if I had never met you, I wouldn’t be so devastatingly in love with you and you don’t even notice!” You all but screamed, cheeks red and chest heaving as the words spewed from your mouth. The silence in the room was enough to make you realize what the hell you just said to the hunter that stood before you, processing your every word. You watched as his eyes shifted over to you in confusion. Watched his thumb brush over his perfect bottom lip, his tongue following it right afterwards making his bottom lip glisten.

Dean couldn’t help but let out a choked laugh as your words finally registered. It surely wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. You watched as he came undone with laughter, tears escaping his eyes as he clutched his stomach. His eyes crinkled as he lost his shit.

“Wow. I tell you him I feel and Dean Winchester laughs hysterically. Alright,” Humiliation seeped into your body as you quickly grabbed your clothes and headed to the bathroom. You could still hear him on the other side of the door. Fuck him. Fuck him and his stupid self. Quickly stripping down, you turned on the water, relishing in the scalding hot water as you let the spray of the shower sooth your tense muscles.

Dean wiped away the tears of laughter that stained his face. He couldn’t stop smiling. Y/N was in love with him. In love with him. The man that hadn’t been with a woman since Lisa, at least not in a relationship sense. He had never felt so happy. For once, something was happening to him. A good something. He quickly walked over to the bathroom door, hearing you hum slightly as well as sniffle, obviously thinking that he in no way felt the same. But Dean couldn’t help it. Beautiful and strong and intelligent you, liked reckless and immature and irresponsible him. He had a chance. He would with a doubt, make you the happiest girl in the world, never making you doubt his love for you. He was so excited he felt as if he could shout it to the world. He discarded his flannel and threw it on the floor before slowly opening the bathroom door.


You refused to answer, knowing your voice would betray you and surely give out. You simply kept humming. You could hear the stripping of clothes, could hear his belt buckle come off as well as the plop that came from the discarding of jeans. Your heart hammered against your chest as you waited to see what Dean was going to do. You wanted to be mad. You wanted to tell him to get the hell out and who the hell did he think you are?

But you also wanted Dean to pull the shower curtain aside and step in behind you. You wanted to feel him pressed up against your back and have him explain everything.

Dean did just that. He watched in awe as the water cascaded down your smooth skin, he flinched slightly at the temperature of the water. Hesitantly, he brought a hand to rest where your neck and shoulder met, tracing your skin slightly.

“I don’t deserve you,” He all but whispered, yet you could hear the happiness in such a statement. A sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“You don’t. Especially since you laughed at me,” He chuckled before pressing a small kiss on the back of your neck.

“Can you blame me? Never in a million years did I think a woman as beautiful as you could ever love a mess of man like me” He trailed kisses down your shoulder before making his way up to your jaw. Leaning heavily against him, it all clicked. Dean truly felt as if he didn’t deserve love, especially yours. You should have known. “Also, you breaking shit is one of the hottest things I have ever witnessed,” He smirked against your warm skin.

You turned around, his arms encircling your waist as you rested your palms on his tan and broad chest. “Shut up, you ass. I was really pissed off,” You pouted slightly before reaching up slightly, standing on your tip toes. Pecking his plump pink lips, testing the feel of him against you, you couldn’t help but laugh.


“Took us long enough. Although this was not how I pictured all of this happening… With Brady and all,”

“Nobody messes with my girl.” He mumbles before capturing your lips, letting his tongue trail against your bottom lip. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“We’re so dramatic,”

“What do you mean? I happen to like fucking shit up and running after you and all. No shame,” he smirked brushing your hair away from your face, green eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Yeah yeah, shut up. Be useful and wash my back,” You ordered, turning your back to him knowing if you didn’t, a lot more than simple kisses would happen and you were honestly tired as hell. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly as a flicker of disappointment flashed across his face before he grabbed your shampoo and used the soap to lather your body a flirty grin gracing his beautiful features.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,”

anonymous asked:

18 hamburr :''''(

18.) Waking up with Amnesia au

“Alexander, please wake up! Alexander!”

Brown eyes fluttered open and immediately shut against the white light of the hospital room. Someone was shouting a name over and over again. Alexander, Alexander, Alexander!

Who’s Alexander?

Finally, his eyes got used to the light and he was able to open them, squinting as he looked around. He couldn’t remember….anything. Not what happened to him, not where he was, hell, he didn’t even remember his own name.


He groaned, turning towards the voice which kept speaking. There were four men standing over his bed, all with matching looks of concern. He was surprised, moving backwards in the bed to create distance from himself and the men.


“Oh thank God, Alex,” one of the men breathed gently, “how do you feel?”

He didn’t answer right away, unsure of whether they were speaking to him, but as he looked around, he saw no other people in the room.

“Uh, sorry, am I…Alex?”

The four men froze, eyes wide and smiles dropping into looks of horror. The man closest to him, a well dressed man with beautiful hazel eyes, looked at him pleadingly, his hands grasping Alex’s shoulders.

“Alexander, what do you remember?”

He laughed slightly, trying to ease the panic growing in his chest. He couldn’t remember anything, not a damn thing and by the looks on the faces of the men surrounding him, that wasn’t good.

“N-nothing, I can’t…who are you all, again?”

“We’re your friends, Alexander,” the tallest of the men spoke up, a french accent sewn into his words, “you got into a fight two evenings ago, it….ended rather badly.”

“Do I get in fights a lot?” he asked with a grin, starting to like how he was sounding.

Another man, a cute one with an abundance of freckles laughed as he asked this, and he found his heart pounding fast.

“That’s one way to put it.”

The man with the hazel eyes was now standing by the doorway, speaking to a doctor fervently and in a hushed voice. When he returned to the group he looked at the three other men, frustration written on his face.

“With his case, they’re not sure when he’ll remember anything, if he remembers anything at all!”

Alex swore he saw tears pricking the man’s eyes. Who was he to him?

“Aaron,” the third man, the one wearing the headband touched his arm gently, “it’ll be alright.”

Alex coughed awkwardly, uncomfortable with the emotional meltdown of people he didn’t know, at his expense. All faces turned to him and he sat up, grinning and looking at each man individually.

“So I’m Alex, right?” trying to defuse the situation, “And if I’m gonna try and get my memories back, I should start by getting to know you all….again.”

They nodded, the freckled one coming to sit on the edge of his bed and the french one standing by his side. The one who had been speaking to the doctor was standing a bit away, eyes downcast, but that didn’t seem to phase Alex.

As they went through their names and affiliation to him, Alex couldn’t help but laugh at the stories they told. He also couldn’t help but eye the man standing with his arms folded and eyes rolling as they laughed.

He wondered what his relationship could be to him. They couldn’t be close, from the stories he’d been told about who he was, he assumed he could never be friendly with someone who seemed so….cold.

When it came to finding out Freckles’ name, Alex was practically bouncing.

“I’m John Laurens, your best friend.” he said with a smile and raised an eyebrow when Alex’s own smile dropped into a pout.

“Best friend?” he asked, before waggling his eyebrows, “Nothing more?”

John’s smile fell instantly, and a look of pure panic overtook his features. Alex looked around, each man looking as panicked as John and the man, whose name he still hadn’t gotten, looked startled and he swore he saw hurt cross his eyes.

All eyes turned towards the man, the three others watching him, looking between him and Alex, gauging his reaction.

Then it clicked.

“You can’t be serious.” he laughed, but it tapered off at the looks he was given. He swallowed nervously. “No way, I mean, no offense but you don’t really seem…my type.”

The man’s breath hitched and his eyebrows furrowed, a confused and almost heartbroken look taking over his face. Alex felt his heart stop for a moment, but he couldn’t understand it. Sure the guy was hot, but he just seemed so….opposite of what he was like. Or at least, what his “friends” told him he was like.

But the man said nothing, only nodded stiffly before all but racing from the room. The three men were quiet, understanding that it wasn’t altogether Alex’s fault but the amnesiac didn’t miss the stern glares from the men when they thought he wasn’t looking.

Months passed and Alexander still didn’t have a firm grasp on his memories. But he struggled to remember something, anything about his relationship to the cold man from his hospital room. The first few weeks he was still in the hospital he received daily bouquets, all unsigned but Alex knew it had to be that man.

The man that had looked so sad when Alex had mentioned how inconceivable their relationship had to be. He didn’t mean to hurt his feelings, he was just speaking his mind, something that hadn’t changed about him, or so he had been told.

His friends didn’t bring it up either, but he was growing increasingly frustrated with the looks he was given whenever he flirted with other people. It wasn’t fair! How could he be in a relationship with a man he didn’t even know!?

“You get to know him, Alexander!” Laurens had almost shouted one night.

“Maybe I don’t want to! Maybe I don’t want him! Maybe I want to start fresh, someone new!”

“That’s not fair to Aaron!”

“Oh so that’s his name!? Listen, is it fair to keep me in a relationship with a man I don’t even remember!?”

“You make it sound like prison sentence.”

“Maybe that’s what it is.”

And that was the end of that.

Until Aaron showed up at his door the next day. Alexander opened the door and gasped at the sight of the man standing under his threshold, hands in his pockets, staring at his shoes, looking as if he’d just come from a funeral.

When he saw Alex watching him however, he perked up, plastering a pleasant smile on his face and straightening his back. But the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Alexander,” he greeted.

“Oh, Aaron, right?” Alex clarified, and mentally kicked himself when he saw the smile slip from his face. But only for a moment. Boy, was he a good actor.

“John dropped by,” his tone became serious, “he explained….how you were feeling, and I….wanted to let you know,” he took a breath, “I understand, and I don’t want to keep you in a relationship that you have no heart in.”

Alex shuffled awkwardly, the sound of the man’s sad voice, no matter how he tried to hide it, hit something in him hard and he felt as though he were about to break into a million pieces. He wracked his brain to remember the man, the time they apparently spent together, but he couldn’t.

“Listen, I-”

“There’s no need to explain, Alexander. I understand.” he looked back down at his feet, ever the picture of the chastised schoolboy, “I hope you can find someone more your….type.

And boy if that didn’t sting like a spank in the ass.

“But I would like you to know,” he continued, “in case you…don’t end up remembering. I love you. Very much.”

And he was gone, walking sullenly back down the hallway of the apartment building before Alex could say a word. But he didn’t say a word, he didn’t even move, only watched the man until he was gone. Then he breathed out, feeling like shit, and shut the door.

A few weeks later and Alex was having a bad week, a terrible week actually. He was frustrated, having remember nothing and it was almost 6 months now. He was in his apartment, raging against his bedroom drawer, kicking at it with all his might, until finally, he slumped to the ground, growling as he covered his face with his hands.

One of the drawers had been kicked open, and he notice hoodie peaking out of it. It wasn’t his. He pulled it out, noticing how much bigger it was compared to his other clothes and decided, what the hell.

Tugging it on, he pulled the hood over his head and laid down on his floor. The scent of the fabric enveloped him and he breathed it in, feeling immediately calm. He pulled the hoodie up to his nose, continuing to breathe in the somehow familiar smell;



“Aaron.” Alex said, snapping up into a sitting position, “Aaron!

The next second found him racing out of the apartment, jacket in hand, slamming the door shut behind him. He remembered! He remembered EVERYTHING! And GOD he’d been such a dick! He’d be lucky if Aaron didn’t hate him for the rest of his life.

How had he forgotten him? How could he have said Aaron wasn’t his type!? Aaron was his everything! That was how he found himself standing in front of the other man’s apartment door, banging on it with all the force of a rhinoceros in heat.


The door swung open and the surprised face of Aaron Burr greeted Alexander, who only sighed happily.

“Alexander, what are you doing-”

He was cut off by Alex ramming into his chest and forcing them both to the floor, evicting any air from his lungs as the smaller man buried his face in his chest.

“I remember, I remember, I remember.” he sobbed, clutching Aaron’s shirt like a lifeline. “I was wrong, you’re my type, you’re my type. I’m sorry, so sorry. Please, I love you, I love you.”

As Alex babbled on uncontrollably, Aaron stared in shock down at the smaller man curled almost perfectly against him. Only one thing got through to him. Alexander remembered.

He remembered!

Aaron threw his arms around Alexander, laughing through tears as he held him tight. Alexander gripped him tighter his sobs turning to watery laughter as the two embraced on the floor of Aaron’s apartment.

When their laughter died down, they didn’t bother getting up, instead simply lying together, Aaron’s head resting on Alexander’s. The smaller man looked up, pressing a kiss to Aaron’s neck before nuzzling it gently.

“So,” Aaron started, listening as Alex hummed in response, “I’ll need you to write a list detailing exactly what your type is so I can run a comparison.”

Alex groaned, he was never going to hear the end of this. And in reality, as long as it was Aaron he was hearing, he honestly didn’t care.

Gift Fic: Never Let Me Go



Rated: M


Never Let Me Go

Requested by @redfoxinthegarden

Double Date Bixanna and Gajevy

Modern AU

Gajeel was currently listening to his father, Metalicana, and his friend, Bickslow, laugh at his misery.

He had to wear a fucking tie. Why was he wearing a tie? Because his tiny, adorable as fuck girlfriend gave him those big eyes and asked him to dress nice for this damn date.

“SHUT UP!” He snarled, turning his head only to get smacked by Lily. “Fuckin’ hate you too, Lil’. You’re all pricks.” He growled.

“Love ya too, Gajeel. Now stand still.” Lily, Patherlily Edolas, the six-foot seven-inch best friend of Gajeel, rolled his eyes. “Bickslow knows how to tie a tie, how do you not know this?”

“Pops doesn’t know either.” That shut Metalicana up, the older male glaring at his twenty-one-year-old son. Bickslow was laughing harder, nearly gasping for air.

“How do you guys not know how to tie ties!?” Lily threw his hands up, giving up on tying it for the fidgeting male.

“Just let Lil’ Blue get his tie. She’d be happy to. Especially since she’d love seein’ him all blushy and shit!” Bickslow leaned back. “Now hurry it on up, Dragon man. I wanna see Lis all nice and pretty before my Babies start buggin’ me for pictures.”

Bickslow had five younger siblings that usually followed him around, mimicking him. He didn’t mind. But tonight he had roped Freed and Evergreen into watching them for him so he could have the night out with Lisanna, Gajeel, and Levy.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuckin’ shut up and check on the damn car.” Gajeel yanked the crooked and all too tight tie from around his neck. “How’d we get roped into this?” He sighed heavily, dropping onto the couch as Bickslow checked on his phone.

“We both have fucking adorable and tiny girlfriends that just need to pout and bat their eyes. That’s how.” Bickslow reminded him, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Don’t really mind myself. I get to spend the night with my baby!”

Gajeel let a small smirk grace his features. “Yeah. Yer right.”

“Damn, Lily, when’d my son turn into such a—.”

“Finish that Metalicana and I’m telling Levy.” Lily shot at the graying man. The dark skinned male crossing his arms over his chest. The twenty-five-year-old was best friends with Gajeel, and good friends with Bickslow.

Everyone knew that Metalicana wanted Levy to be his daughter-in-law. The girl could get him to do just about anything.

“You’re as much of a sucker for those eyes as Gajeel is.” Lily’s comment had the two youngest men in the room chuckling.

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exo reaction to you owning a ton of merch (OT9)


the huge box underneath your desk caused the curiosity of chanyeol. finally, it would get the best of him while you are cooking in the kitchen. he would open the box to find a bunch of his merch inside. he would a mini fanboy moment and find it so cute how you own all of this and still keep it. you would call chanyeol down for dinner to find him wearing all his merch, such as necklaces, shirts, rings, pants, sunglasses, and carrying a poster around.

“Y/N look what i found!”


xiumin would be really chill, probably the chillest of the members. he might be a little like suho and have an inner fanboy moment, but i feel like he also would be surprised knowing that there’s this kind of side to you. he would want to get to know you more and become super nosy. next thing you know y'all would have a super deep conversation.


baekhyun would be a total shit about it. he would count how many items you have and then start sending pictures to a group chat with all the members and start bragging about how he is so lucky to have the best girlfriend ever. eventually kyungsoo will tell him to shut up before he brings him down to hell and everyone will leave the group chat. 


suho wouldn’t think much about it. he would try to play it off cool, but he would be internally screaming to himself.

“yES i have done good, good job suho, good job #proudmom”


lay would be so thankful and delighted to have a supportive girlfriend like you. he finds these kind of quirks of yours straight up adorable making him fall for you even more. 

“oh god the feels”




“Y/N… jagiyaaa lets go get ice cream!”

“chen god dammit its 3AM”

“…….. i still have that box of–”


“mhm i thought so”

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kyungsoo would somewhat be like lay, except he would probably start asking questions like how long you’ve been collecting merch and such. this would definitely bring out his squishy and soft side of him.



he wouldn’t try to act cool but automatically burst out giggling and screaming. you would wonder what happened and run upstairs to your room, only to find him going through your “secret/forbidden box”. you would be sheepish and turn into a deep shade of red. kai would notice you and wouldn’t stop giggling. after, he would realize that you were very embarrassed and pull you into a tight hug to comfort you.

“jagiya? please don’t be embarrassed, i love you for who you are and this is one of the cutest things about you”


seahoon would be looking for his hoodie you probably stole inside your closet until he came across a box, obviously he will open it and would start smiling like crazy until he hears you coming up the stairs. he will have his signature poker face on when you walk in. HE WILL ACT VERY SASSY BUT INSIDE HE WILL BE MELTING.

“Y/N what is all this”

“umm, uhh.. just some……. merch.”

“of course it is! you love me so much, who doesn’t?”

“shut your sassy ass oh sehun you know you like it”

“wdym.. i dO NOT.”

“okay then guess ill have to stop fangirling over you and go to chanyeol…”


“and you should be lucky i do too”

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Kiara Victoria Aguilar;
My best friend, my ride or die, my first girl kiss, and the only person in the world I knew wasn’t temporary.
“I don’t see myself living after 18, I really don’t feel like it’s in the cards for me,” I said,
“Eva I promise you’re going to live shut up,” she said.
This was 4 years ago. Throughout our friendship, a big majority of the time I was always negative; always soaking and bitching over only the bad things that were happening to me; always talking shit, always stressing over petty shit, always trying to pick a fight. Not her though, I’ve never seen her be negative over a single thing in the 5 years of knowing her. She always was a happy little shit, always laughing over the smallest things, never stressed about anything, and she always took hundreds and hundreds of pictures. She had pictures of every adventure, every sleepover, and every little memory that most people wouldn’t even try to take a picture of. She took so many pictures, so many that I always got so annoyed when she tried to, (“let’s just take pictures tomorrow.”) and because of that, I didn’t take nearly as much pictures -which is one of my biggest regrets. Little did I know though, that same person I complained to about how I “knew” I would die before 18; wouldn’t even live to her 17th birthday.
December 16th 2016, the weather was really bad, it started to pour down freezing rain all over the city,(if you live in Indy you might remember this day) but that rain turned into black Ice. It made the roads so terrible; especially on the interstate, which caused over 200+ accidents, and 3 fatalities; she was one of them. No words can ever express the heartbreak that comes with someone close to you passing away. Hearing those news that you’d never thought you’d ever hear. No words can ever express the guilt and regrets I have, and no words can ever express the intensity of the realization that life is fragile af; it can be taken away just like that. One second they are there, and then poof. No more silly adventures, no more sleepovers, no more late night conversations, no more hugs, and no more hearing that persons voice ever again.
Take care of those around you. Beef with someone you love is dumb af; text them and apologize. Remind those you love that you love them, tell them how important they are to you, tell them that they are appreciated. It makes people feel special and loved. When you say goodbye to them, hug them as tight as you can and tell them you fucking love them. If they are driving, tell them to be safe. If you have something to tell them; even if it’s “risky,” tell them. If you got a chance to see them, SEE THEM. Take fucking pictures, it’s not lame or stupid, because if one day they aren’t here anymore, the only thing you have of them other than memories is pictures. It’s been almost 4 months, and it’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever gone though in my life. I miss her like hell. Please take care of those around you.


Olivia: Kali, you sip, like this. 
  Kali had been chugging so deep her nose was in it.

Aya: Damn Kali. 
Kali: What? I needed a drink.
Aya: All those sexual tensions getting to you? 
Kali: Shut up Aya. 
Aya: What it’s been over a month. I’m pretty sure you’re feeling it by now. 
Drake: I know I’d be feeling that shit in like a couple hours. 
Olivia: You’re a fucking guy, but seriously Kali, a month?! Damn. I’m keeping you in my thoughts. 
Kali: Guys it’s not that bad. 
Aya: Uh fuck yeah it is. Why the fuck won’t she give it up? Let me guess ‘cause of that-
Kali: Aya I’m not going to get into this again. 
Drake: That what?! 
Olivia: Okay guys lets lay off of Kali. I’m pretty sure it’s hard enough for her already. 
  She winked. 
Kali: You guys are assholes. 
They all laughed and continued spending their time catching up and talking.