so if you aren't watching this show then shame on you

Lock and Key (M)

*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop


Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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anonymous asked:

Do you happen to know/like Wedding Peach? I've watched SM and WP ever since I was a child and I love both of them!! But they aren't that much alike tho so I was wondering ... also, I love your kind of humor so keep going no matter what the (shitty) KS/SMC fandom says!!!

Of course I have sis (check the tag here).

It’s a personal favourite magical girl anime so it’s a shame this anime is so underrated.

It’s obvious that they decided to animate this manga back in the 90s because magical girls anime were back at the top of their popularity because of Sailor Moon (not that this is a bad thing).

Actually the style is very Sailor Moon-ish and they had Sailor Moon writers and even Kotono Mitsuishi (the actual voice of Sailor Moon) playing a villain role.

Wedding Peach is a great 90s magical girl anime with a great plot, great story telling, fluid and good animation and awesome music.

It gets a bit corny at times, but I guess it’s only natural when the show is about magical girls transforming into wedding dresses (and then into their fighting suits).

If you like Sailor Moon you are totally going to like Wedding Peach so don’t hesitate and check it out!.

💐 Streaming links for Wedding Peach.

anonymous asked:

an amnesia fic idea for a setting where sid and geno aren't together (yet): sid loses his memories but somehow no one knows. he just goes to practice like normal because he found his schedule and he knows what day it is. he remembers hockey, of course. he can figure out who his teammates are by watching them interact and call out each other's nicknames. then geno comes directly up to sid and BEAMS at him and sid instantly decides that this wonderful guy MUST be his boyfriend. (lol he's not)

lmao thats wild but how about 18-yo Sidney mind-traveled (just pretend it’s a Stanley Cup magic thing) to his 30 year old body, and he’s so pleased that he has a team who loves him and also a boyfriend too!!! until Geno shows up with a woman he introduces as his girlfriend during their team outings and Sidney is just…..heartbroken.

“Oh,” he says, looking at Geno and the blonde up and down. “I, uh, I’m–”

“Sid, you okay?” Flower asks.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” Sidney says quickly, setting the drinks down and backing up. “I just, um, I just remembered something I had to do at home.”

“You not having dog, Sid,” Geno says.

“Well, maybe I do!” Sidney yells back, then lowers his voice when he realizes that his entire team is staring at him, and Geno looks taken aback. “I mean–I’m sorry. I’m going to go home. Sorry.”

-

Sidney calls Taylor first. No dice. Then his mother, who picks up on the second ring.

“You alright, honey?” her voice asks warmly. Sidney feels the tears start to well up.

Mom,” he says. Then he just absolutely loses it. 

“Sidney,” his mom says, but he can barely hear her voice over the receiver and his own blubbering. 

“Mom, I want to go home,” he sobs. “Are you home? Can I come home?” 

“Sidney, shh, shh,” his mom says. “It’s alright, baby, you’re alright. Shh.” She keeps making these soothing noises and lets Sidney finish crying. 

(basically the following scene is just him explaining to his mom that he knows he’s 18, but somehow he time traveled to his 30 yo body, and let’s say they get his dad on the phone too and they believe him because this is like a hockey magic thing that happens when people get stressed, like getting deaged or something. Sidney can’t come home, but they do promise that he can call them again anytime until he’s back to normal, and that they love him very much.

Later, after Sidney has showered and is getting ready for bed, his doorbell rings. He really doesn’t want to open the door, but then his phone rings too. It’s Flower.)

“Took you long enough,” Flower begins, then takes in Sidney’s red-rimmed, puffy eyes. “Woah. You okay?”

“I’m okay,” Sidney sighs. “Just tired.”

“You left the bar so suddenly. Geno’s pissed. He’s been wanting to introduce his girlfriend to you for weeks.”

“Oh,” Sidney says, his voice small. “I’ll…I’ll apologize to him later. I’m sorry, Flower, this is a really bad time–”

(Flower eventually wrangles the truth out of him, and listens in shock as Sidney reveals that he’s not himself, that he’s time traveled.)

“I thought we were dating,” Sidney admits in shame, hating how dumb he sounds. “I just–he was so nice to me–I thought–after all these years, I’d finally…you know. Have someone. Be happy. But, um.” He looks up, bites his bottom lip, and tries to blink away tears. “I’m just. You know. The same.” 

“Oh, Sidney,” Flower says, and wraps him in a hug. “Fuck.”

“I really liked him, Flower,” Sidney whispers. “I really, really thought I finally had it all. But that’s really asking for too much. I’m just being stupid. Sorry.”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Flower replies.

(He eventually tells the team the truth, that he can’t remember anything past age 18, and the team doctors eventually say he’ll be back to normal soon.)

“Yeah, well, that’s the good news, at least,” Sidney says, looking at the ground and trying to ignore the eyes on him. “That, and me still being able to play.”

(He pulls Geno aside before they head out for practice, even though his legs are shaking.)

“Hey,” Sidney says. “Geno. I’m–I’m really sorry…the other day. I shouldn’t have been so rude.”

“It’s okay,” Geno says gruffly, not looking at Sid. “You not know.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You should have telling me. I’m best friend, I’m help,” Geno says.

“I know, I just–” Sidney sneaks a look behind him. “Look. I’m really sorry. I already told Flower this, but I think I have to say this. I thought we were dating.”

Geno stops moving. “What?”

“I thought we were together. I’m–” He sighs. “I didn’t know what was going on. You were so nice to me. And no one’s ever that nice to me unless they want something, but you never did, so I just assumed–” He wrings his hand helplessly. “I freaked out. I’m over it now. But I’m really, really sorry about what happened.”

Geno opens his mouth, then closes it again. “So…you think, at bar, I’m cheat?”

“No!” Sidney shakes his head, but purses his lips. “Well. A little bit, in the beginning. But after a few seconds I figured that we weren’t together in the first place. So I was just mad at myself, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“You want date me?”

“I wish you’d stop rubbing it in,” Sidney grumbles. “I’m going to head out. We good?”

“No, we not good,” Geno says, pulling Sidney back. “What happen after? After you leave bar?”

“I…went home.” Geno is still staring at him, so Sidney admits, “I called my mom. Cried a bit. Went to sleep.” He shrugs. “I really don’t have a dog.”

“Sidney, I’m so sorry,” Geno says mournfully, which just breaks Sidney’s heart even more, because it means Geno’s confirming that there won’t ever be anything between them. Sidney wishes everyone could just stop apologizing. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Sidney says.

Then Geno kisses him, out of the blue. Sidney gasps a bit and nearly bites off his own tongue, but Geno is insistent, slotting a leg between Sidney’s thighs and tipping him back a little bit. 

“I’m sorry for make cry,” Geno says breathlessly, when he pulls back. 

(anyways it turns out that Geno is also sorry that he was too chicken to ask sidney out sooner, and the girl was just his friend visiting from home, and geno just brought her to make sid jealous etc etc. sidney is back to normal soon and they date and everything is roses the end)

A Request for the YGO fandom

Can we please recognize that each series is distinct and has distinct appeal?

Yes, the series are loosely tied together, some more so than others. And if you want to try to fit everything into an overall continuity, that’s absolutely fine - that’s not what I’m talking about here.

I’m talking about the tendency to rank the series in terms of best/worst, etc. When it would be more accurate to say most favorite/least favorite, because it’s all completely subjective. The fact of the matter is that each series is its’ own thing and can stand alone. Each series has unique aspects, and those aspects may or may not appeal to a particular person. This fandom is not a homogeneous community that will all have the same tastes.

Yet, I keep seeing people in this fandom with this annoying tendency to try to bring everyone in line with how they personally like/dislike things. Personal preference is stated as objective fact. The series are pitted against one another even though it’s like comparing apples and oranges. Fans of the “wrong” series, or people who are not fans of the “right” series in the eyes of particular people - they’re shamed and sometimes disparaged.

Please stop this.

It’s fine to talk about what you do and don’t like about a show. But if you don’t like one of the shows, don’t try to ruin it for other people. Don’t go and tell people that are enjoying it that the series is horrible and that they should just give up watching it. Don’t do that to people who haven’t watched it, either - say you personally didn’t like it, but let them make up their own minds.

Yes, I’m referring to Arc V, because I’ve seen this way too much from too many people. But this goes for any of the series. And it can be extended to other media, too.

By the same token, if you do like one of the shows, don’t try to shame people into liking or even watching it. General posts about “This is why you should watch X!” are not what I’m talking about - that kind of thing is fine as long as you aren’t disparaging other series to do it. But if someone makes a post saying they don’t have any interest in one of the series, or some of the series, for whatever reason - don’t go onto that post and tell them that their reason is wrong (even if you think it’s a silly reason, for example, they’re complaining about the character designs when there’s always been ridiculous character designs - even so, they’re entitled to their opinion) or try to shame them into “giving it a chance”. If they don’t want to give it a chance, that is okay. Doesn’t matter what the reason is. Whether it’s that they don’t like the hair, they don’t like the premise, they don’t like the writer…it doesn’t matter. It is okay to just not be interested in something, because different things appeal to different people. You don’t have to watch a show to decide you’re not interested. The idea that just because someone likes one of the YGO series that they should necessarily have an interest in the others is ridiculous. Of course there will be large overlap between the fanbases, but the shows are still different enough.

With Vrains coming out soon, can we please avoid this kind of thing? In either direction? I know it’s very easy to get caught up in your passion for/against something, and it’s easy to fall into this kind of trap. I just ask that people make an effort to avoid it, and try to state opinions rather than force them on others (i.e., “X is my favorite/least favorite series” rather than “X is the best/worst series”)

My personal thoughts on all of the Nicktoons (so far as of May 2017)
  • Doug: Cute, sweet show. I love it. Sad how it tends to be labeled as "boring" now- it's still a great show. And of course it kicked off the whole "slice-of-life cartoons" trend so that's pretty cool. And yes, I did like the Disney version. But it's nowhere near as good as the Nick version.
  • Rugrats: Probably one of my favorite cartoons ever. Funny, clever, great characters, great music, great '90s aesthetics, and Klasky-Csupo's style is perfect. One of THE best Nicktoons..too bad it got dumbed down in 2001. Ugh...it was such a great show and then I don't know what happened there. Rugrats in Paris should've been the finale. But...even the later episodes are better than it's spin-offs.
  • The Ren and Stimpy Show: While I'm not the biggest fan of most gross-out shows, I LOVE this one. I'm pretty much with Mr. Enter on how most gross-out cartoons seem to be TRYING to be R&S but rarely getting it right. The characters are hilarious and it's so weird, it's funny. But the less about Adult Party Cartoon; the better.
  • Rocko's Modern Life: Amazing show and I'm really excited for the TV movie...whenever that's coming out. I love the visual style, the music, the characters, and I'm sure I love it even more as an adult than I did as a kid (and I did love it as a kid)
  • Aaahh!!! Real Monsters: Another great show (really, Nick was at it's highest point in the '90s, but the early-to-mid '90s especially). Love the characters, the intentionally ugly style...it's just great. Shame it tends to be so underrated.
  • Hey Arnold!: One of the greatest cartoons ever and probably the best Nicktoon ever. I love how it never tried to shy away from more mature themes that other kids' shows wouldn't try touching and it did a great job at it. Looking forward to the Jungle Movie, and of course...Helga was the best.
  • KaBlam!: I loved it as a kid. As an adult, I REALLY wonder why. The wraparounds try way too hard to be "hip", just akwardly shoehorning in references attempting to be the next TTA or Animaniacs, but falling completely flat. Characters were annoying but the voice acting was awesome. I do need to give the show credit for making me a ska fan. Most of the individual shorts kind of sucked but Action League Now! was hilarious and The Off-Beats was cute. And of course...
  • Life With Loopy: Yes I had to give this it's own mention because it's just that good. Nick really needs to give this one it's own series because the campy and surreal nature mixed with the overall sweetness was just a perfect blend, and the animation style was pretty awesome. The title character is just so perfect and so underrated. And I LOVE how aesthetically '90s the whole show is.
  • The Angry Beavers: Another one that's pretty underrated. I always really loved this show. I love all the banter and ad-libbing between Norbert and Daggett. And the music was great. I still listen to "Beaver Fever" and "I Think I Like You" now and again (also...Salem and Zim as beavers. How could you go wrong there?)
  • CatDog: Everyone hates this show but I really loved it. I love the character designs, CatDog themselves, and the theme song is NEVER going to leave my head. Sure, it's no Rocko or Hey Arnold!, but it's still a funny show.
  • Oh Yeah! Cartoons: Unlike KaBlam!, this one had different shorts in every episode rather than just four main short series, so it would take too long to go over all of them (not to mention that a good chunk of them aren't even online!). A lot of the shorts on this show were really funny and had some great visual styles. And Mina and the Count still needs a TV show.
  • The Wild Thornberrys: Really loved this show; I was the "animal kid" in my class so obviously I really liked this one. I just really love Klasky-Csupo. The movie was awesome and so was the show.
  • SpongeBob Squarepants: One of the funniest cartoons ever. While it got annoying seeing it become a schedule clog, the earlier episodes are still great. I heard that it got itself out of seasonal rot (look, let's pretend most of what came in-between the movie and the second movie never happened), but I rarely watch Nick anymore so I wouldn't know. Let's hope so.
  • Rocket Power: Not one of my favorites as a kid or as an adult (I wasn't really into the extreme sports craze), but my friends really liked it so I watched it with them and yeah, I enjoyed what I saw. It does have it's funny moments and while it's incredibly cheesy and way too late '90s/early 2000s that it hurts, it's a fun watch just for the cheese.
  • As Told By Ginger: A great show that I don't think I really appreciated enough until I got older. I guess I was just a LITTLE too young when it was new and by the time I was older and getting more into it...the show got cancelled. It's a really great show and one of Nick's best slice-of-life shows.
  • The Fairly OddParents: Really funny...for the first four seasons. S5 was when it started to slip and everything after that just got worse and worse. I still have fond memories of watching the older seasons and they're still good...but let's hope that jump to Nicktoons meant something.
  • Invader Zim: Great show, great animation, great character designs...did NOT deserve to be screwed over. I'm really looking forward to the TV movie. But...while I do love GIR (though he's not my #1 favorite character), the whole Hot Topic worship of GIR was pretty annoying. Let's face it- 2006/2007 on the internet was a bad time.
  • ChalkZone: Really cute. Admittedly I like the worldbuilding elements and characters a little more than the actual episodes (I did love all of S1 though; I think it was the best season), it's still great. S4 was...not the best though. From what we know about the canned S5, it was probably gonna be a lot better but...Nick had to be Nick. Let us have S5, already. And really- why didn't we get a ton of Snap merchandise?
  • The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron Boy Genius: Good show but I liked the movie more. Had some really funny moments and is so aesthetically early 2000s that it's pretty fun looking back on.
  • My Life as a Teenage Robot: Loved this one and I wish it got more recognition. Jenny was absolutely adorable and she was a hero to me as a kid (okay, looking back...I'm sure I had a crush on Jenny). Sad that the network treated it like shit.
  • All Grown Up!: The special was good. The first season was pretty good. After that I felt like I was reading glorified Rugrats fanfic. All it was really was "Ginger Lite" as ATBG was dealing with the heavier stuff while this was all the leftover stuff. Rugrats was great and had an interesting premise. AGU! was more of the same.
  • Danny Phantom: This was the last Nicktoon I REALLY loved as a kid. A really good show that could've gotten even more awesome had it's own creator not fucked it up. Ugh...I want a revival but PLEASE let it be by Steve Marmel and not Butch. Also Sam was like...my hero...as a preteen. And I've got tons of purple and black in my wardrobe (and the same purple lipstick) now that may or may not have been influenced by her (well, that and/or the fact that those are my favorite colors anyway). Like many others...I totally had a crush on Danny as a kid.
  • Avatar the Last Airbender: Okay, admittedly...I was never into this show. But I praise it for it's themes, animation, story...while I personally couldn't get into it, it still is a great show and probably the last really good Nicktoon for a while. And yeah- we don't talk about that movie.
  • Catscratch: I didn't really see enough of it but what I saw I liked. Wanted to see more but it came and went really fast.
  • The Xs: While the previews for it looked pretty good, I...did not like it. I watched it when it premiered and everything but it was a letdown. Felt like they were trying WAY too hard to make their own version of The Incredibles but with Erin Esurance-esque animation. Voice acting was great though (I noticed that Wendie Malick was the saving grace for TWO bad 2005 cartoons)
  • El Tigre: Okay this was RIGHT around the time I was starting to lose interest/outgrow Nickelodeon. Had a great premise and could've been a really good show and I was looking forward to it, but it felt like tons of other flash cartoons at the time and the voice acting could've been a lot better (great talents- direction-wise though...). Maybe if I were a younger kid when it came out, I would've liked it more, but...it was annoying. But the creator has made some other great stuff and I STILL need to see The Book of Life. I'm kicking myself for not seeing it in the theaters due to my work and college schedule.
  • Tak and the Power of JuJu: Didn't play the games but I already knew the franchise was pretty much dying by the time the show came out. It was awful. And we never heard from Tak again...
  • Back at the Barnyard: The movie had it's problems but was at least watchable. The show was just annoying and unfunny.
  • The Mighty B!: Unpopular opinion, but...I really loved this show. It has problems, but there was something about it I couldn't hate. Bessie was just such a great character. Wasn't a big fan of the grossout elements but otherwise it was really funny. Not a great show, but I was entertained enough.
  • Rugrats Pre-School Daze: YES THIS IS A REAL SHOW. Ugly art style (I'm pissed that K-C didn't use their signature style and went for something more "cutesy"; it just looked awful), bland writing, and really not a very interesting series. No wonder why it only lasted four episodes and didn't even air in the US until 2008 after all the episodes were released direct-to-video as bonus features on those Tales of the Crib DVDs (the less about them, the better). All it felt like was a desperate attempt to keep a dying franchise alive.
  • The Penguins of Madagascar: I was pretty neutral to the Madagascar franchise- saw the first movie in theaters and it was alright; wasn't dying to see the sequels so I never did. The show however never did anything for me.
  • Fanboy and Chum Chum: While I was already losing interest in Nick around 2005-2007, this was right around the time where I was officially done. I was a teenager at this point and not into this stuff anymore, but I stuck around for the old SpongeBob or FOP rerun and well...guilty pleasure Mighty B!. Then they changed the logo. And then this show came out. God...it was SO annoying. Annoying theme song, annoying characters...animation style would've worked a lot better if it was in 2D rather than CGI; it just fell way too deep into the uncanny valley for me. I wouldn't say this was the final nail in the coffin for me though; it was definitely the logo change.
  • T.U.F.F. Puppy: Didn't like it. Jokes weren't that funny. I did love the character designs though.
  • Planet Sheen: Sheen didn't need a spinoff. This was one of the worst ideas ever.
  • Kung-Fu Panda Legends of Awesomeness: Liked the first movie (I need to watch it again), haven't seen the sequels but I should. Was bored with the TV show.
  • TMNT: Haven't seen it but I've heard nothing but good things about it. Maybe I should check it out.
  • The Legend of Korra: Heard it was pretty good, but as I wasn't really into Avatar I probably wouldn't be too interested.
  • Robot and Monster: Never saw.
  • Monsters vs. Aliens: Saw the movie and it was...alright. Didn't think it was warranting of a TV series. Didn't watch it.
  • Sanjay and Craig: Saw some of it while waiting for another show to come and...I never wanted to watch it again. Not a fan of the character designs and it was really unfunny. But it's better than Breadwinners.
  • Rabbids Invasion: I did like the Rabbids games as a preteen but...by this time, I don't think they were that popular anymore. Didn't watch it. How is it still running?
  • Breadwinners: Worst Nicktoon ever (so far). Ugly characters, awful animation, shitty writing...how did this get greenlit? Nick...just because "it's for kids" doesn't mean "we can half-ass it"
  • Harvey Beaks: What's this? A GOOD NICKTOON? Yes- it's such a cute show with cute character designs, really nice animation...it's got a nice, nostalgic feel to it while also feeling like something brand new that Nick hasn't done. I'm pissed that it was screwed over.
  • Pig Goat Banana Cricket: Like Monsters, I like how it's "intentionally ugly" and some of the jokes/line delivery managed to be pretty funny, but is otherwise pretty meh to me overall. I'd like it more if I were seven, because hey, that's the show's target audience.
  • The Loud House: I'm glad it has positive representation (thank you for including gay parents in one of your shows, Nick!), but otherwise it's just too bland and cliched for me. Nice character designs; animation could be better. Again, I'd probably like it more if I were in the target audience.
  • Bunsen is a Beast!: Haven't watched it. Don't plan on it, either.
South Park x Reader: Michael the Goth Kid

My Conformist Love: Michael the Goth Kid

A/N: Also requested by Of Em and Damien cx on Quotev.

The day was a sunny one, just enough to make life dull and painful like always, it was suffocating just having to be outside and wasting away with all the other Brittany and Justin wannabes.

“God why is today so damn painful.” Pete mumbled, as he shook his head to move his bangs away from his eyes.

“Isn’t everyday painful?” Henrietta questioned, taking a deep drag of her cigarette before blowing away some smoke. As usual the goth kids were skipping class and hanging around the side of the school, just smoking and drinking coffee like they normally would. But today, not everyone was doing the same, Michael, the head of the goth kids, just sat there on his usual spot simply lost in thought. The others began to notice his weird change in attitude when the boy didn’t even taken more then one drag of his cigarette and the thing was simply burning out and wasting away.

“What a waste.” Pete whispered as he shook his head in shame, pitying the loss of a good cigarette.

Firkle stared at Michael for a good five minutes before turning to Pete, “what’s wrong with Michael?” He asked, only to have Henrietta answer him. “He’s having to rethink his actions, apparently something happened between him and the new girl a few days back, but he hasn’t told me what.”

Ignoring his friends, Michael just willowed in his own little world as his mind played back to a few days ago, when he met that one conformist who clouded his every thought.


-FlashBack-


Michael was walking down to Village Inn, cane in hand as he scowled to himself, “stupid conformist parents think they can turn me into a Justin wannabe. Please, I do what I painfully want.”

As he continued to grumble to himself, a body bumped into him, sending him and his cane flying off to the side.

Growling under his breath, the young raven haired boy stood and began to dust himself off. “Watch where you’re going you conformist.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t see ya there!” A female voice replied.

Picking up his cane, the young goth turned to meet sparkling (e/c) eyes stare back at him in curiosity. Suddenly, something in him began to stir in a sort of uncomfortable fashion, his heart began to pound against his chest loudly, and he could feel his pale cheeks burn. ‘Oh god what mushy fluffy shit is happening to me this time?’ He thought, glaring at the girl harshly. Unfazed by his glare, the young girl stood and began to dust herself off, before sending him a bright smile, “hi! My name’s (y/n)! I just moved here yesterday!” She greeted, sticking out her hand to shake his.

Michael just stared down at the girl’s hand, raising a brow in slight disgust. “What’s your name?” She asked in an excited tone, as her smiled widened, “…Michael..?” He mumbled, asking more then stating.

Just what was wrong with this girl? In fact, what was wrong with him? He was just standing there talking to her, when normally he would ignore the conformist and walk away.

The girl giggled and nodded swiftly to herself, “Michael.” She whispered, as though testing the name herself.

Strangely, he liked the way the dreadful name sounded escaping from her lips.

Giving the boy a closed eyes smile, she placed her hands behind her back and moved started shifting closer to him, “hey Michael! Wanna show me around town since I’m still new?” She asked, hope shining brightly through her (e/c) eyes as she stared at him. Michael blinked, before turning on his heal and continuing on his way, “no. Now go away you conformist.”

But that wasn’t the last of her.

Within seconds she was walking alongside him, a skip in her step as she smiled brightly, taking in everything around her. “So! Where are you going?” She asked, turning to stare at him, smile still in place.

“To get some coffee, why are you following me?” He asked, getting slightly annoyed by the girl’s sudden clinginess. Most girls wouldn’t bother with him, not that he needed a girlfriend anyways. Besides, he was goth, goth kids don’t need boyfriends or girlfriends, it was so ungoth.

(Y/n) simply hummed in response and kept on walking, Unfazed by his rudeness. Finally they made it to village Inn, where it was mildly empty, safe for a few old folk sipping away on their drinks to pass the time. “Whoa!” (Y/n) gasped, smiling brightly as she stared at the small restaurant.

Michael decided to ignore her and simply walked inside, getting greeted by that oh-so-familiar smell he was used to. Walking towards his usual booth, he waited patiently for the waitress to come by.

“This place is awesome!” (Y/n) squealed, sitting down next to the young goth in the booth, glancing around in an excited manner as she took in everything about the Village Inn. Heaving a frustrated sigh, the young raven haired boy turned towards her with a glare, “yes it is, now why are you following me?” He asked.

“Oh that’s simple, I like you.” She replied bluntly, smiling as the waitress came to their table.

“What?” He exclaimed, staring at her in confusion.

She liked him? How could she like him of she just met him like, ten minutes ago.

“So what can I get you kids?” She asked, smiling down at the young girl before sending Michael a dirty look. She never really liked the goth kid or his friends, it was nice to see a smiling face for once. “Just get me some coffee.” He responded, not caring if the older woman sent him a dirty look. “I would like some coffee too, and some pancakes please!” (Y/n) asked politely, watching as the waitress walked off towards the kitchen.

Turning towards the girl, Michael raised an eyebrow in her direction, “since when do you drink coffee?” He asked, scrunching his face in slight annoyances as the young girl began to swing her legs under the table like a five year old, “that’s easy! My big brother drinks coffee a lot and he always pours me a cup, so I’ve been drinking coffee since I was 5!” She explained, smiling brightly at the raven haired boy next to her.

“Whatever.” He muttered, turning his attention away from the girl so that he could be with his own thoughts. As he thought, his eyes would slowly begin to drift to the girl sitting next to him, taking in whatever he could about her.

She wore black clothing and matching gloves, her luscious looking (h/c) hair framed her cute face as she hummed softly to herself.

Wait.

Cute?

'No, more like annoying. Why am I even having these thoughts?’ He thought to himself in frustration, as the waitress returned with their two cups of coffee and a plate of pancakes. “Aren’t you two too young for coffee?” She asked, as always.

Grabbing his cup, Michael rolled his eyes at her and took a sip. “Just bring me a refill later.” He muttered. Rolling her eyes, she gave a swift nod towards (y/n), who thanked the woman for her pancakes. Giving Michael one quick glare, she turned towards the kitchen and walked away, muttering 'brat’ under her breath.

Michael scoffed, unfazed by the waitress’ rudeness and muttering a quick, 'bitch’ her way.

“Hey Michael?” (Y/n) asked, smiling as she stared up at him with those pretty (e/c) eyes of hers. “What?” He uttered, not bothering to look up from his cup of coffee. “You go to South Park elementary right?” She asked, taking a bite of her pancakes.

Michael scoffed, “yup. Nothing but a bunch of vampire kids and Justin and Brittany wannabes all stocked up in one painful building.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but giggle at his comment, before resuming to eat her pancakes. The two simply sat there in a strangely comfortable silence as they finished off their coffee, once she was done her pancakes, Michael stood and payed for his coffee while she paid for her own meal.

“Seriously why are you following me?” The young goth asked, slowly growing irritated by her presence, not because she was following him but because he was starting to like the thought of her being by his side. It was strange, he hated when others, aside from his friends, were too close to him or clung by his side. But she was different, something about this girl made him want her near, and as mushy as that sound, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

That in itself irritated him to no end.

“I already told you,” She began, smiling brightly as she moved to walk closer to him, their shoulders nearly touching. “I like you Michael.”

She liked him, someone must have put her up to it.

“Yeah right, like I would believe a conformist like yourself. Listen Brittany-”

“(Y/n).”

“Whatever. I don’t want you following me, the last thing I need is to turn into one of you wannabes.” He said, rolling his eye as he continued to walk back the way he came, “it’s bad enough someone had tried to run the world using emo’s once.” He spoke under his breath.

“Well you don’t have to like me now, but I’m sure you will soon!” (Y/n) exclaimed, as a bright smile made its way towards her soft looking lips. Michael turned to stare at her in confusion, searching her face to see if she was being serious.

Giving him a look of happiness, the young girl stopped on her tracks and leaned in closer to his face. The young goth’s eyes began to widen as he froze on the spot, his heart beat increasing as (y/n) moved in closer to him. A pair of soft lips suddenly touched his cheek softly, in a way no one had ever done so before. And just as the warm sensation was there, it disappeared.

Leaning back to stare at him, (y/n) gave him a soft giggle, before turning to run in another direction, “Bye Michael!” She shouted, turning to wave at him, “I’ll see you later!”

Once she was out of sight, the young goth blinked away his shock. He lifted his hand up slowly and began to lightly touch his cheek.

She had just kissed him.

He should be finding this utterly disgusting, but he didn’t. He should be angry that a conformist dared lay her lips on him, but he wasn’t. He should be scolding himself for even liking the sensation, but he didn’t.

Just who was this (y/n) girl, and what was she doing to him?

“Stupid conformist….”


-End of FlashBack-


Michael heaved an exhausted sigh, as he looked down at the now finished cigarette in his hand.

He didn’t even get a chance to take a drag and now he was all out, so much for savouring the last one. Pete shook the hair out of his face and sighed, before taking a drag out of his own cigarette, which was almost done.


“Death and Despair.”

“Death and Despair.”

“Death and Despair!”


Pete’s cell began to rang loudly, echoing all around him as his friends turned to his direction. Blowing out the smoke, he reached into his pocket and fished out his black cell. “Hello?”

“……”


“Yeah whatever, just don’t let the stupid Black Plagues know, they’ll probably try to turn me into a model citizen or something.”

“……?”

“Fine, but only because you offered me cigarettes. I’ll be right over.”

“…..!”

“Love doesn’t exist and you know it.” That being said, he ended the call and pocketed his cell, before heaving a sigh. Takings one last, long drag of his cigarette, Pete threw the butt out and stood. “You guys want to come over? My cousins are around and they’re pretty cool.” He asked, glancing towards the other three.

Michael turned to stare at Pete before raising a brow, he could come over and spend more time with his friends, maybe that will help keep his mind off of that conformist girl. Sighing inwardly, Michael threw his now finished cigarette away before standing up, dusting himself off and grabbing his walking cane. “Yeah let’s go, it’s getting too dull here, and not the kind of dull that I like.”

Nodding, Firkle and Henrietta also stood, throwing away their now finished cigarettes and following Pete.

He seriously needed to get his mind off of this one annoying conformist.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“I’m home… Unfortunately.” Pete announced as he and his friends entered his home, they were all familiar with the surroundings, yet were confused when they received no word from his parents.

Or the 'Black Plagues’ as Pete would refer to them.

“Hello? Black Plagues here to ruin my already miserable life?” Pete called out, raising a brow when he still received no answer.

“If you’re looking for your parents, they left for their honeymoon or something.” A voice replied.

Turning their heads they watched as a young teen made his way down the stair.

“Hey cousin Yami.” Pete greeted in a monotone voice as he flicked his head back, moving his bangs away from his eyes.

Yami had long, spiky black hair with the tips died a dark blue, he wore black and blue clothing and combat boots. “Sup Pete, I’ll be looking after you for a few months so do whatever you want.” He mumbled, before heading straight for the kitchen.

“Awesome,” Pete muttered, as he walked towards the stairs, his friends following behind him in silence. Within the first two steps, the young raven haired boy stopped and leaned over the railing, looking towards the kitchen, “is the rabbit here?” He called out.

“She’s in your room.” Was the only response he got, before turning back to walk upstairs.

“The rabbit?” Henrietta asked as she stared at her friend in confusion, eyebrow raised high in question. Pete shook his bangs out of his eyes as he stopped before his bedroom door. “That’s what I call my little cousin, she’s like a hyper conformist rabbit, but she’s tolerable.”

Twisting the knob, he entered his darkened room, opening the door wide enough for his friends to enter. The candles all around his black laced bedroom were lit, music played in the background as the young, raven haired boy spotted his cousin sitting upon his bed, doing nothing but reading a book by Edgar Allen Poe. “Hey rabbit.” He greeted.

Michael looked up and felt his heart skip a beat, “no way.” He muttered.

“Michael!”

In a flash the young, curly haired goth was tackled to the ground by a certain conformist. Groaning in pain he slowly sat up, glaring at the (h/c) haired girl before him, who seemed happy to see him. “Get off me.” He growled through gritted teeth, feeling strange at the closeness between them. (Y/n) simply chuckled, before getting up off of him, “I never knew you were Raven’s cousin.”

“Raven?” Michael muttered, standing up to dust his clothes off, before sending Pete a look. “It’s a family thing, they call me Raven and I call them Rabbit and Shadow.” He explained, before moving to sit down on his bed.

“(Y/n) this is Firkle, Henrietta and you already know Michael, apparently.” Pete introduced, shaking the bangs out of his eyes as usual.

The young, (e/c) eyed girl nodded to them in greeting, before reaching into her pocket and throwing a carton of cigarettes in Pete’s direction. “Ugh, finally.” Her cousin mumbled, ripping open the package and handing the deadly stick to his friends, before reaching into his own pocket to grab his lighter. (Y/n) watched for a moment, before turning back to the curly haired goth, who seemed to be looking for his cane.

“How have you been Michael?” She asked, sending him a sweet smile as she watched his every move.

Scoffing, the young goth picked up his cane and sent her an irritated look, “bad, as usual.” He responded, before making his way towards his friend’s bed, sitting himself down into the floor next to Henrietta. He accepted the cigarette that was given to him, retrieving his own lighter from his pocket.

The gang simply sat there and smoked, each lost in their thoughts while inhaling the toxic smoke, before calmly blowing it out. Turning his green eyes towards his cousin, Pete blew out some smoke before tilting his head to the side, “hey (y/n), can you go get us some coffee?” He asked, to which Michael could have sworn he heard a certain kind of softness to it.

Smiling brightly at him in return, the young (h/c) haired girl turned on her heels and headed for the door, only to look at him from over her shoulder, “one sugar right?”

“Yeah.”

“Kay, I’ll be right back!” With that, the young girl was out the door and out of their sights.

The gang stayed there in silence, simply smoking away as usual, before Firkle decided to speak up. “She’s a strange girl.” He commented, pulling his feet up close to his chest as he sat upon Pete’s bed.

The others all nodded, as Henrietta turned to look up at Pete from where she sat, “how come you never told us about your cousins before?” She asked, raising the toxic stick up to her painted lips as she took a long drag. Pete shook the bangs out of his hair and frown, “I didn’t think you guys would care.”

“I bet Henrietta wants to get with your cousin Yami.” Firkle mumbled, not fazed at all by the dirty look the large girl sent him.

Pete simply raised a brow at Firkle, “he’s, like, nineteen. I doubt he’d want to get with a nine year old.”

“I bet it’d piss my parents off pretty bad.” She commented, smirking at the mere thought.

Michael sat in silence as he leaned his head back against the bed, closing his eyes and simply trying to indulge himself in the music. He needed to get his mind off of (y/n), but she seemed to corrupt his every thought.

Her being Pete’s cousin didn’t help at all, because now, he will have to see her more then he’d like to. “God, is she always this peppy?” Michael accidentally thought out loud.

Pete rolled his eyes at his friend and took a quick drag of his cigarette, “she’s not peppy, she’s actually the most cruelest, sadistic girl I know. She’s only like this around people she actually likes.” He explained.

Michael’s mind suddenly went back to when she kissed his cheeks, her words began to echo in his mind endlessly, like a broken record.

I like you Michael.

Suddenly, the door opened, and in came (y/n), holding a tray with five cups of warm coffee. “Here ya go!” She announced in a happy tone, walking over to them and handing each one a cup. “Thanks (y/n).” Pete mumbled, accepting the cup of warm coffee and taking a quick sip. With a soft smile, (y/n) leaned in and kissed his cheek gently, “sure thing!”

For some odd reason, Michael growled under his breath. He didn’t like the sight of her kissing some other man’s cheek, be it her cousin or not.

Tearing his eyes away from the two, the young goth turned to his cup of coffee and took a sip. He shouldn’t be feeling this way towards a conformist, he shouldn’t even be paying much attention to her.

Yet here he was, getting irritated at the sight of her pecking Pete’s cheek in a loving kind of manner.

Just what the hell was she doing to him.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-


For a few weeks now, (y/n) had been hanging out with the goth kids. Not that Pete’s friends minded much, it was just as Pete had said, she was like a hyperactive conformist rabbit, but she was tolerable.

(Y/n) and Henrietta got along fine as well, which was something because both girls had a hard hatred for all the other girls in South Park.

Firkle was fond of (y/n) as well, she would often sit and converse with him about the world one day being destroyed by Cathulu. And often times, when he needed to, she would break him out of class just so that he could go outside and smoke.

Michael was slowly growing fond of her, and he wasn’t liking it.

He had told himself he’d never fall for a conformist, yet here he was liking the way (y/n) would say his name in such a loving way. He liked the way she would look at him, giving him small glances from time to time, the way she would sneak a quick kiss to his cheek when he least expect it.

And he loved the way she would often tell him how much she liked him.

And it was all beginning to drive the young goth crazy.

Currently, the gang was out back as usual, smoking away their misery and listening to their music. (Y/n) was sitting next to Pete, leaning her head down onto his shoulder as Henrietta painted her nails a nice black.

“God, today is so painful.” Pete mumbled, taking a long drag of his cigaret as (y/n) chuckled. “Look on the bright side Raven, at least mr and mrs sunshine are gone. They won’t be back for another three months.” She muttered, smiling as she noticed her cousin’s lip tug upward.

Pete tried to repress a small smile, if he smiled now it would be so ungoth.

“Yeah, good thing too. Shadow actually lets me do whatever I want and doesn’t try to turn me into a model citizen.” He replied. (Y/n) liked to call Pete’s parents mr and mrs sunshine, because every time she was around they would smile brighter then the sun. Of course, she hated them with every fibre of her being, she never liked people who tried to change the way she was.

As Henrietta finished up (y/n)’s nails, a boy walked up to them, bright smile upon his face.

“(Y/n)!” He called out, causing them all to turn at the sudden sound.

“Oh god.” (Y/n) mumbled under her breath, as she rolled her eyes.

Standing there with a smirk plastered upon his face, was an jock kid. His football jacket in place as he wore his torn jeans with red sneakers.

Typical jock.

Scowl on her face, (y/n) turned to give the jock a dirty glare, “what do you want you jock fuck?” She growled, causing the others, excluding Pete, to turn to her in surprise.

They knew that she was cruel, she did not spare a single glance at anyone she did not like. They have even heard from Pete and her brother that she was mean to those she hated, but this was truly the first time they’ve ever seen her this way.


“Aw come on (y/n) don’t be like that! Besides, you promised to help us out today, remember?” The young jock began, sending her a smirk as he stuffed his hands into his pocket.

Upon hearing this, Pete and Michael’s heads suddenly turned towards (y/n) in slight shock. Groaning, she heaved a frustrated sigh and stood. “Wait, why are you helping the stupid Jocks and cheerleaders?” Pete asked, raising a brow at her in suspicion.

(Y/n) frowned, “it’s a long story. I’ll tell you later ok?” With that, she quickly thanked Henrietta and walked away with the jock bastard.

Michael blinked in confusion, before glaring at the kid from a distance. Why was she hanging out with him all of a sudden? What did he have that the goth kids didn’t?

More importantly, why was he moving closer to (y/n) and trying to touch her?

Before he knew it, he had growled loud enough to catch the others’ attention. “I know how you feel,” Henrietta mumbled, placing the lid back on her black nail polish before putting it in her backpack. “I hate the Justin wannabes too, they’re so annoying.”

“And whiny.” Pete added.

“And they ruin everything.” Firkle added, looking down at his shoes as he pulled his knees closer to his chest.

Michael knew he should agree with them, he should be angry at the stupid jock bastard and the way his friends were, but he wasn’t. He was angry at the fact that (y/n) was hanging out with him.

That dumb bastard had her attention, her smiles and had her by his side.

Without realizing it, Michael snapped his favourite cane in half. The other three stared at him in surprise, “whoa Michael,” Henrietta muttered, raising a cigaret to her lips, “I knew you hated the jocks and cheerleaders, but I never knew you hated them that much.”

“But he has a good reason too.” Pete added, brushing away his bangs from his eyes.

“Yeah,” Firkle mumbled, accepting the cigaret that Pete handed to him, “they cry and whine about life, then go to loud and annoying parties, then start spewing shit about team spirit. Not to mention that they steal what isn’t theirs.”

The others all silently agreed, and Michael couldn’t help but inwardly sigh.

Hopefully that was the last they would see of that stupid jock.


-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The days had turned into weeks, and Michael’s anger only seemed to rise as time flew by.

(Y/n) had been spending more time with the jocks and cheerleaders then the goths, and it was all irritating.

Michael had no idea what was happening to him, he hated the very thought of (y/n) with another, especially a stupid Justin conformist jock. But why was he feeling like this? It was so ungoth and conformist like, if anything, he was starting to feel frightened.

What if he turned into a Justin wannabe like the rest of the kids in school? He didn’t want to be a stupid conformist, so then why was all of this happening?

Heaving a sigh, the young goth leaned his head back onto his pillow, staring up at his black painted ceiling in exhaustion.

Currently, he was laying upon his bed in his bedroom, candles lit up all around him as music played in the background.

It was Saturday, he had a meeting to praise the dark lord Cathulu that night, but he just didn’t feel like going. He felt sick to his stomach, but he knew it wasn’t a simple illness. It was new, something he had never felt before.

Growling under his breath, the young goth turned to reach over his side table, picking up his phone as he called the one person he could trust.

Pete.

Placing the device to his ear, he heard it ring and waited, until that familiar voice sounded through.

“Yeah?” Pete answered in an unamused tone.

“Hey Pete, I need your help.” Michael responded, raising a hand to cover his pale face. This was saddening, a goth like himself having to confess to his friends his feelings for (y/n), like some sort of conformist Justin wannabe.

What was this, a romantic story for young girls to feel gitty and girly about?


“How bad is it this time? Are the vampires or stupid emo’s involved?” Pete muttered on the other end, heaving a frustrated sigh. He has had his share of vampire and emo adventures, and if it was them again he was going to cut someone’s eyes out with a stick.


“No, it’s much worse then that.” Michael whispered, lifting his arm over to cover his eyes.

“Really? How bad is it?” Pete asked, now that Michael had his full attention, it was time to confess.


“I think I’m turning into a conformist…”


-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-


If she had to spend another second with the stupid jock and cheerleaders, she was going rip someone’s eyes out with a stick.

On again and off again the dumb Jocky fuck has called her over, forcing her to hang out with them and sit through all their lame whining and party sessions about how the latest football game was going to end.

“God just kill yourselves already.” She would often mutter, only to have them bitch even louder about their parents not buying them the latest iPhones and shit.

The only reason why she was even tolerating them all was because the head of the Jocks, Jake, had a picture of her in a frilly pink dress her mother made her wear when she was 3. It was a horrible picture, with lace and pink bows, the whole package. She didn’t want anyone to see it, especially Michael.


He was the one who wasn’t allowed to lay eyes on that picture, he might even judge her for it and call her a Brittany wannabe.


She liked Michael, she knew it from the very first moment she laid eyes on it.


Normally she wasn’t one for thinking about 'love at first sight’ or any of that other bullshit. She was like her cousin Pete in a way, love doesn’t exist. And yes, she often teases Pete by shouting out 'love you’ after their conversations, but she never believed in such a feeling.

Until he came into the picture.

The first day she bumped into him, she was going to cuss him out from here to kingdom come, but she didn’t. There was something in the way he looked, a special pull in his eyes that made her want to hug him close and kiss his face.

“Gah! I sound like some love sick bitch! Just like, what’s her face, Wendy?” (Y/n) muttered, as she made her way to the back of the school. She was going to hang out with the goth kids today, she’s been spending way too much time with the jocks and cheerleaders, and she missed teasing Michael every now and then.

He was adorable, when he glared at her with a blush dusted upon his pale cheeks.

Suddenly, a soft noise was heard, coming from where the goth kids would normally hang out. Raising a brow, (y/n) began to cautiously walk closer, straining her ears to hear what was going on.

The closer she got, the louder the noise seemed to become, and soon she was able to recognize some of the voices.

Michael’s and Jake’s.

Eyes widening in realization, she began to make a run for it.

The jocks must be trying to start some bullshit with the goth kids again.

As she made it to her destination, her jaw dropped at the sudden sight. There stood the goth kids, all bruised up and panting, facing the jocks who were equally battered and beaten. Some blood had been spilt on the ground, as Michael stood straight, holding his cane tightly in one hand. “Get the fuck out of here you conformist peppy shits!” The curly haired goth growled.

Jake and his gang simply laughed, “you were the ones who started it. And all this for (y/n).”

Michael’s face turned red with rage, as his grip on the cane tightened, but before he could open his mouth and respond, Pete stepped in. “Hey fuck off! What do you peppy shits want with my cousin anyways? She’s not a jocky or cheerleading shit like you fucks.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He muttered, before sending Michael a cocky smirk, “I want her because she’s different. Who doesn’t want a taste of different every once in a while?”

Suddenly, something in Michael snapped. Before anyone could blink, the young goth lifted his cane and smacked that jock upside the head, “stupid conformists like you make me sick.” He muttered, rolling his eyes as Jake’s gang gasped in horror.

Michael turned around, ready to walk away, until Jake stood up quickly, ready to strike the goth without a moment’s hesitation.

“Michael!” Henrietta growled, causing the curly haired goth to turn.

Before he could react on the other hand, (y/n) stepped in front of him and punched the young jock in the face. “Back the fuck up!” She growled, fisting her hands as she glared deeply at the boy in front of her.

“(Y/n)?” Michael muttered, raising a brow in confusion as the girl, whom he came to realize he had a crush on, stood before him. Hands on her hips, she bared her teeth at the other peppy jocks and frowned. “The fuck are you doing here, you jocky fuck?”

Jake groaned and stood, stumbling to his feet a bit as he glared at (y/n). “We came to teach these goth freaks who owns you. Why are you defending them?”

(Y/n) scoffed, “because I care about all of them. You can kiss my ass Jake, now get your peppy shits and get the fuck out of my sight.”

The jocks all glanced at each other, (y/n) was choosing the goth kids over them? How pathetic. They all turned to face the young (h/c) haired girl and glared at her, “let’s go Jake,” one of his lackeys spoke, “she’s choosing these freaks over us.”

Jake frowned and tuned his gaze to stare at Michael. “It’s because of that goth fuck isn’t it?” He asked, scoffing when (y/n) stared at him with a small blush on her cheeks. “You need a man, not that piece of shit.”

Before (y/n) could blink, Jake reached for the back of her head and pulled their faces close together.

(Y/n)’s eyes grew wide as Jake’s face came closer to her own, their lips almost touching as their noses brushed together.


Her first kiss.


He was going to take her first kiss.


Right before their lips touched, everything went in slow motion. A hand gripped (y/n)’s wrist and pulled her back, in a split second, Jake was on the ground gripping his now bloody nose in pain.

“Get the fuck away from her you Justin fucking conformist bitch!” Michael growled as he held onto (y/n)’s wrist tightly in one hand, pushing her behind him protectively as he held his cane tightly in the other.


Michael.


Michael had just saved her first kiss.


Damn if she didn’t love him before she loved him now.


The jocks stared at the goth kids in shock, trembling a bit at the sight of their outraged faces. They were much stronger then they let others believe.


Without thinking twice, they picked up their injured leader and ran off. They didn’t want to face Michael’s wrath, he may as well be the strongest of all the goths.


Once they were out of sight, Michael turned to (y/n), staring deeply at her as his eyes roomed her face.


'God,’ he thought, turning his body to face her fully. 'It feels like forever since I last saw her.’

Michael took everything about her face in. The way her eyes stared deeply into his pained soul, her long and luscious (h/c) hair that made everything else look like crap and those beautiful, plump lips that looked amazing with black lipstick that he wouldn’t mind kissing off.

'I sound like such a conformist.’ He thought, as he turned his gaze away from her.

The others all walked up to (y/n), checking her over in hopes of having her be the same old (y/n) and not some peppy jock shit like Jake and his friend’s. “God (y/n),” Pete began, shaking the bangs away from his eyes as he stared at his cousin, trying to hide his concern.

Because if he was to show concern, it would be totally ungoth.


“You’re lucky you didn’t turn into some shitty jock.” He muttered, frowning as he looked off to the side, his green eyes staring down at the crushed cartons of cigarettes on the snow covered floor.


“Yeah,” Henrietta added, giving her a small smile as she placed a hand on her shoulder, “that would have sucked, who’s going to get us all that free coffee?”

“And cigarets!” Firkle added, turning to stare at the crushed cigarets on the floor.

(Y/n) giggled as she reached into her pocket. Smiling, she threw a small carton at her cousin. “Good thing I brought some with me.” She added, sending them a small wink.

“Oh my god (y/n), your like, a gothic angel or something.” Henrietta exclaimed, walking over to Pete as he opened the carton of cigarets, handing one out to each of his friends before taking out his lighter.


Michael stood there in silence, trying to ignore the way his heart was beating against his chest. If anything, he was going to ignore these stupid conformist feelings he had inside.


He didn’t care for these feelings, he didn’t want them at all.


Turning towards the curly haired goth, (y/n) gave him a soft smile. “Thanks for helping me back there Michael.” She whispered, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on his cheek. In that instant, Michael turned to tell her that he didn’t really do it for her, until he felt soft lips upon his own.

The next thing he knew, time had stopped for him. His eyes widen at the soft feel of (y/n)’s lips upon his own, an electric type of feeling cruised through his veins as his eyes widened in shock.

Before he knew it, (y/n) had pulled away, staring at him in utter shock. She never intended to kiss his lips, she never intended for him to turn around.


And yet, she liked it.


The two simply stared at each other, neither knowing what they should do next or if they should say anything.


Michael wanted to kiss her again, but his fear of becoming a Justin wannabe was stopping him.


(Y/n) wanted him to kiss her, but she knew how obsessed he was about not being a conformist.


And yet…


“God just kiss already.” Pete muttered out loud, taking a deep drag of his cigaret.


“Yeah, and have some goth babies or something,” Henrietta added, blowing some smoke out as she rolled her eyes at them. “It would be nice to have more none-conformist babies in this world anyways.”


Firkle nodded in agreement, “do it, we might please Cathulu.”


Michael couldn’t help but stare at his friends in utter shock. They were ok with it, they were totally ok with him being a conformist for one little thing.


But should he take it? Or was it a bad idea?


“Sure thing.” (Y/n) exclaimed happily, turning to grip the front of Michael’s shirt tightly. With one swift tug, she clashed her lips with his. Upon feeling that warm, and amazing electric feeling run through his veins again, he dropped his cane and wrapped his arms around (y/n)’s waist. The young goth held her tight, enjoying the feel of her in his arms more then he should.


She just felt so right in his arms, as cheesy as that shit sounds.


The two moved their lips in sync, as (y/n) wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck, deepening the kiss.


Henrietta stared at the two in thought, before turning towards Pete and tilting her head to the side, “if they have a kid, you do know that you’ll be an uncle right?”


Pete simply shook the bangs away from his face and stared at her from the corner of his eyes, “yeah, but I’m totally going to buy their kid a bunch of black clothing, that kid is going to look so hardcore goth.”


“We can decorate the nursery in black and red, and maybe add some candles around the windows or something.” Firkle added, pulling his legs close to his chest as he stared at the two. “Hey, we could always read Edgar Allen Poe poems to them.” Henrietta muttered, taking a deep drag of her cigaret in thought.


Blinking, Pete furrowed his eyebrows and stared ahead at the two making out in front of them, “hey! If you two have a kid, make sure it doesn’t turn out to be some douchey jock or vamp kid!” He called out.


(Y/n) simply sent her cousin a thumbs up, not once breaking away from her new man.


After a moment, Michael pulled away and stared deeply into her (e/c) orbs, “I think I could get used to loving a conformist.” He muttered, turning his head to gaze at the fence, a soft pink dusting his pale cheeks.


(Y/n) giggled at his reaction, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, “and I could get used to loving a goth hottie.”


Michael won’t admit it, but maybe love at first sight did exist. Maybe, not that he was a conformist or Justin wannabe like the others were. He wasn’t like that, but if it means having to have (y/n) by his side, then maybe, just maybe…


Being a little bit of a conformist wasn’t so bad.


A/N: This was my first time writing a Michael x Reader so I hope it turned out ok. I decided to skip out on Mike and simply go ahead with the next request, which is Mysterion~

(I love Mysterion.)

Also! For those loyal fans who have read my South Park x Reader through and through, yes, I do repeats. If you want a repeated character, don’t hesitate to comment or send me a quick message ok? :)

RWBY Volume 3 Soundtrack prompts
  • "Now they know the cost of trusting you's obliteration."
  • "This is not a tragedy."
  • "This is not an accident."
  • "You placed your faith in fools and now you'll smother in lament."
  • "Their iron gloves point fingers."
  • "If i just closed my eyes then i could go anywhere."
  • "don't be foolish, give up your wish, big things aren't for you."
  • "You were the one who held me down and told me I was heading nowhere."
  • "Accept your fate and show good face."
  • "Why was I your fool?"
  • "I've got a message here for you!"
  • "Time for you to learn it's my turn!"
  • "I won't be held down any longer!"
  • "I've waited all my life and finally it's here."
  • "Hey wait turn and show your face!"
  • "I'm in control I own my soul I'll never go back there!"
  • "I don't care what it costs me, I know I almost lost me."
  • "You rose i fell made my life hell."
  • "Finally see how sick you are."
  • "Who am I to complain?"
  • "The life I fought for still isn't mine."
  • "I know that I could do so much, if I could just believe in me."
  • "Can I stop my fall?"
  • "Years of scorn will leave you cold."
  • "I think I might change it all."
  • "We're all born with a dream, we wanna make come true."
  • "I bet it's hard to live with, knowing that you'll never be this fine."
  • "I'm cool like the rain, and I'm hot like the sun."
  • "You can see I never miss a beat."
  • "Your makeover's long overdue."
  • "We can't all be divine."
  • "Just think of happy things."
  • "Just be more like me!"
  • "You and I disagree on certain points of view."
  • "Don't beat yourself up, don't blame yourself."
  • "Maybe your inner beauty can make up for your waistline."
  • "You are my star."
  • "You make me smile when the world's come undone."
  • "What am I supposed to do? Just sit here and not fall in love with you?"
  • "Can I lock up my heart and not feel it?"
  • "If love is blind then how do I make you see me?"
  • "I'm falling there' no doubt."
  • "Is there any chance for this dream romance?"
  • "Should I just give up?"
  • "What's a fool to do?"
  • "Could you fall for me like I fell for you?"
  • "You should give up now your retaliation's moot!"
  • "You want to mess around come on let's go!"
  • "I'll run circles around ya, I can touch the sky!"
  • "I'm the one that your mama said 'don't mess with them or you'll end up dead' "
  • "The bigger they are, then the more they will bleed."
  • "I gleam like a blade and am harder than iron."
  • "I'm the one, who rose out of filth and was loved by no one."
  • "You're still standing up? Well let's go another round."
  • "You like the way I dress? Yeah I know I'm fine."
  • "I guess you didn't know that you were dealing with the best."
  • "You shoulda stayed at home today."
  • "It might be hard to hear me say, kicking your ass is child's play."
  • "I hope you're not crushed by this ridicule."
  • "Does it feel good? Knowing you tried?"
  • "How does it feel knowing your efforts will fail?"
  • "You will not prevail."
  • "It was you who ended their lives."
  • "Have you no shame?!"
  • "You'll regret your deeds."
  • "You'll watch them all bleed."
  • "The taste will be sweet when you get what you've earned and i'll watch you burn."
  • "I never felt that it was wise to wish too much."
  • "I never thought a hero would ever come my way."
  • "Now it's cold without you here."
  • "I won't say goodbye."
  • "You showed me that a greater dream can be achieved."
  • "The light you gave to guide me will never fade away."
  • "Moving forward never felt as hard as today."
  • "I don't have to say goodbye."
Tumblr Battle #1
  • This bootleg issue has got me thinking, so I made a little parody of Cabinet Battle #1 to reflect the discourse going on right now. In this case, Jefferson is representing the pro-bootleg tumblrites, while Hamilton is well... Lin. I made a statement about this before, so the arguments in the battle are just reflective of what I've seen.
  • Enjoy.
  • Washington: The issue on the table. Hamilton4me's plan to release a bootleg for anyone to see. Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor.
  • Jefferson:
  • Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
  • We fought for these ideals, we shouldn't settle for less.
  • These are wise words. Enterprising men quote em'.
  • Don't act surprised you guys cause I wrote em!
  • Yooo but y'all can't see.
  • Watching this musical ain't nevah gonna be.
  • We're too poor, or too far. Can't get there with one car.
  • So watching this bootleg is all that's left to me.
  • And don't give me shit about it Lin.
  • Let tell you something, man where to begin.
  • Your show flew, Moana's due, there's so that much you can do.
  • So why not let have us, the people, have this win.
  • Stand with me, in the land of the free, and pray to God that we can fix this inadequacy.
  • Listen when it comes to us, we're not choosy.
  • So we ain't gonna wait until you try an' sell that movie.
  • Washington: Thank you Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response
  • Hamilton:
  • Thomas, that was real nice declaration. But can't you see this musical's going across the nation?
  • Don't you think I should have some pride for my creation?
  • Or should we just gut it and give it a nice cremation?
  • I understand to all my fans, who think their needs aren't part of my plans.
  • But listen. I'm doing everything I can, to land a HQ Hamilton straight into their hands.
  • Words of wisdom from a slaver, that's rich.
  • You're probably selling that bootleg. No hitch.
  • Don't try and lecture me 'bout morals, when you tried to go and make your own slaves, your bitch.
  • And another thing all you Tumblrites
  • Don't think that you're doing is anywhere near right.
  • I'm trying to invest in a way that's best to get you all a copy of the play, not Highlights!
  • Thomas Jefferson, tryna giving away my Hamilton.
  • Shame on him!
  • And anyone who is supporting him.
  • You jokers won't face me, you gotta use a pseudonym.
  • That argument's in worse shape than the national debt is in.
  • Sitting there useless as two shits.
  • Hey turn around bend over.
  • I'll show you where my shoe fits!
2

This is unacceptable. Just fucking unacceptable.

This is day number two of reasons I can not respect whatsoever. I knew the Lucy hate was bad, but dear lord, I didn’t think it was this bad. This is mindless garbage. I’m tearing these posts apart, because this is a Lucy Heartfilia appreciation blog and I don’t play this shit.

(Long wall of text coming your wall. I apologize for the volume–I can’t seem to put this under a read more).

10 reasons why you hate Lucy, hmm?

1. Let’s point out that Lucy does not have all of the rarest keys. She has ten out of twelve zodiac keys. She did have an opportunity to get the last two from Yukino, but she turned down the offer.

I don’t think it was ever explained how she got Aquarius, Taurus, and Cancer, but the rest of the gate keys that she currently has, she had to work for to get them. They weren’t just handed to her, like ‘here you go Lucy, free of charge’.

And Lucy’s summons aren’t weak.

It requires a lot of her magic power to summon her celestial spirits. And at this point, she only had three gold keys and three silver keys. Now imagine how much magic power it would take to summon more ten of them. Oh, wait…

Lucy summoned all of her celestial spirits, not once, but twice. That sounds rather powerful to me.

And I just don’t understand how she is pathetically weak. It’s true she’s not physically as strong as Natsu, Gray, Erza, etc…, but what she lacks in physical strength (even though Lucy kick is hella effective), she makes up for in intelligence and resilience. Lucy was the first one out of the group of wizards at the S-Class trials to figure out where Mavis’ grave was and not only just that, in the beginning of the series, she had figured out there was a spell on that Daybreak book. Just because she isn’t physically strong, doesn’t mean she isn’t strong in other ways. There are different types of strength; learn about them.

2. She ends up being a drag and hindrance on high level jewel quests.

Maybe in the beginning she was, however without her, Erza, Gray, and Natsu wouldn’t have known about Lullaby and what kind of magic it was or the Duke Everlue/Daybreak scenario again and for comedic purposes on this one, Gray and Natsu would have been likely beaten to a pulp if not for Lucy’s being there.

3. She dresses like a prostitute.

You must be the authority around here on telling women how to dress. If that skirt is too short, you’re a prostitute. Don’t let see me any leg or I’ll call you a prostitute. [/sarcasm]

How Lucy dresses is her own choice. She’s allowed to dress how she sees fit. And why are you giving Lucy slack for dressing how she wants? Don’t the majority of Fairy Tail ladies dress similarly to Lucy? What is the difference between how they dress and how Lucy dresses?

4. She is so full of herself and compliments herself. She is a total whore.

Pump your motherfucking brakes.

There is nothing wrong with a woman having self-confidence in herself and there is nothing with wrong with thinking one is beautiful. This whole statement opens a can of sexism worms and I’m not going to hash every single detail of it, but this is absolutely ridiculous.

And calling her a whore is overstepping the lines. How does having self-confidence equate to being a fucking whore, you fucking moron? I’m being insulting and mean, but I don’t care. Are you trying to call anyone who has isn’t afraid to be proud of their appearance and show it off a whore? Get the fuck out of my face and while you’re at it, open a goddamn dictionary, because you clearly DO NOT know what a whore is.

5. She has to fall in love with every good lucking guy.

What? Just what?

Are you referring to Lucy’s perfect boyfriend list?

Because if you are, I’m going to presume you have no idea of crushes and celebrity crushes at that. Lucy is like us in regards of being (I guess you could use this term) a fangirl. I have a list of guys I would date (don’t even look at my list /guffaws). This doesn’t mean she’s (or I–actually let’s not talk about me not being in love with all my husbands) in love with every single guy.

I mean Fairy Tail has attractive guys (as well as ladies). Lucy seems to know this, so I don’t see anything off with her acknowledging something we all know.

Also having a crush =/= being in love.

6. Tries to act cute but acts like a slut.

We just went over this in number four.

Please tell me how she acts like a slut. She’s not going after every guy she sees. She hasn’t even had a boyfriend before.

Just because she’s confident about her sex appeal and her appearance doesn’t mean she’s using it to seduce every guy that catches her eye. It would be nice if you would stop throwing words you obviously do not know on characters that don’t exhibit those traits–especially female characters.

7. Annoying.

I’ll let this one pass since it’s your own opinion. I’ll just add that I don’t find her annoying.

8. Screams as if she’s getting raped and her voice is annoying.

Like I just said previously, calling her/her voice annoying is your own opinion, but the screams as if she’s getting raped??? What the hell?? I don’t even know what in the world you’re talking about?? Are you trying to say she’s whiny? Or when she is in danger (which she has been quite a few times) her screams are annoying?

9. Seeks too much attention from the male characters.

How? I really am reaching for some answers. How does she honestly seek too much attention from the male characters? Her main partner is Natsu while her other teammate is Gray. She’s around these two the most (more Natsu than Gray) and from what it seems, Natsu seems to seek her attention a lot (it’s because he loves her). I just–sighs. These reasons are driving me to drink.

10. She’s useless in fights. Only good for fanservice.

Except that she’s not. She’s not useless and she’s not only good for fanservice.

I covered most of this in other parts (and there other examples I could add in), but seriously. Are we even reading or watching the same manga/anime? In what universe is Lucy useless? Just because she’s not physically strong doesn’t mean she’s useless. She relies on the strength of her mind, which in a battle, is just as equally important.

And now let me comment on the just your comment section:

No one is accusing you of being jealous. You don’t have to like Lucy. However, your reasons for not liking Lucy are fucking ludicrous and easily debunked. Lucy isn’t a whore. Calling a female character a whore when they do not display such a trait is not jealousy, it’s immaturity… on your part. And Lucy is way more than a pair of boobs (I don’t understand why you’re even using boobs as an example to call Lucy when Lisanna and the majority of the female cast have big boobs). You should honestly quit stereotyping Lucy as a big-boobed, dumb blonde, because she’s not that at all and if you’re inferring that she is, then you don’t know her character at all.

And whoa, whoa, whoa… slow your roll. There’s no need to call anyone a dumb bitch just because you don’t like Lucy. No one is pretending in their mind (Maybe they are, who knows? Who cares? We all have a right to do what we wish) is pretending they’re Lucy to feel as if every guy wants them. What in the hell is the matter with you? I honestly think you are really talking out of your ass with this. Please stop, you’re embarrassing yourself.

On to the second photograph.

Yes, it’s an honest shame Lisanna gets unnecessary bashing from the fandom. If you legitimately don’t like Lisanna, then that’s fine. However, hating Lisanna for shipping reasons is not okay. Everyone isn’t bashing or hating Lisanna. I don’t have a problem with her. But here’s a funny thing I don’t think some of this fandom knows. You can like Lisanna and/or Lucy. You can like Nali and/or Nalu. You can like one or the other or neither. You can ship one and not have a problem with the other.

I’ve talked about how Natsu is not a prize, so we can just stop with the 'who had him first shtick’.

Lastly, I’ve about had it with your attitude on people who do like Lucy. We’re not bitches, because we like her. We like her for who she actually is, not for who you’re warping her character to be. She’s not a slut, she’s not a whore, she’s not some bitch who seduces every guy she sees, she’s not useless, she’s not any of the things you called her. Her guild doesn’t seem to have a problem with Lucy and neither does Lisanna for that matter.

anonymous asked:

You disgusting dyke stop trying to make characters gay! I am so disturbed that people like you aren't locked away from the rest of us and it is such a shame that such an incredible talent was wasted on you. Please leave these innocent characters out of your perversions.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone pack this many assumptions into a single ask in my inbox.

So I’m going to throw a few back:  You’re straight.  You’re conservative.  You’re Christian.

Or, at least, you *think* you’re Christian.  But more on that later.

You’re throwing an awful lot of shade over fictional characters.  You’re basically accusing me of somehow violating them…as if I would do such a thing to characters I care about.  Your assumption is interesting for two reasons:  it means you don’t understand that media is always, ALWAYS subject to individual interpretation, and that you’ve taken yours so seriously that you feel threatened by someone else’s.

Historically, the latter is really dangerous.  That’s when wars break out.  a few of those wars have been Christianity’s fault, largely because for as open and loving as Jesus was supposed to be, his disciples tend to be closed-minded bigoted assholes that can’t see past their own narrow interpretation of a book that their faith only ever really pays attention to HALF of, and was most definitely not written by Christians.

But we’re not there yet.  I’m going to make another assumption:  that you believe that your interpretation of these characters (I’m assuming Emma and Regina since Myka and Helena were close enough to canon that I never had to fight this level of stupidity) is SO IMPORTANT to you and to everyone else that mine might do real damage to society somehow.  Here’s where we actually sort of agree:  fiction absolutely influences reality.  But, where we disagree is which fiction should influence reality.

I would like to see a reality where people of all makes and models do not feel belittled and ostracized and erased by fiction.  I’d like to live in a reality where a struggling gay teen can find real validation in the depiction of a functioning, healthy gay relationship that gets real airtime on a nationally-broadcast hit TV show.  That’s the kind of representation that straight people take for granted.  People like you don’t even REALIZE the kind of damage it does to people of other races and colors and creeds when they, effectively, watch their kind get stereotyped or demonized or made into a tragic ending or completely forgotten. 

Here’s the fun part: Jesus would likely agree with me.  You’re talking about a man who turned no one away, who loved everyone equally, who forgave his executioners, and yet there are so many people like you that take those lessons of love and tolerance and bend them to your own worldview that anyone who is different should be institutionalized and segregated from the “good” people of society.

That thing in bold up there?  That’s kind of the key.  Right or wrong, we all bend stories into a form we find digestible and acceptable in our own minds.  It’s entirely an individual thing, meaning my interpretation of something should not affect you, and yours should not affect me.

I can’t force you to be open-minded.  You have to come to that interpretation yourself.  And I can’t force you to actually follow the teaching you claim to follow — that’s a path you alone can walk.  And I will disagree profusely with both your interpretation of the text of the Bible and your interpretation of Once Upon a Time.  

And like you, I’m not going to care what you think of my interpretation.  Unlike you, I’m not going to send anonymous hatemail to you because I disagree.  You do what you want, and I’ll do what I want, because leaving each other alone is the only way we’re going to peacefully coexist.

But if you’d like to measure my sins against your own?  I invite you to do so.  I was raised Roman Catholic.  I guarantee you’ll be disappointed in the results.

anonymous asked:

Um for your Aokise idea, maybe you can write something where Kise is over at Aho's or viceversa and the power goes out due to some storm or something and Kise is freaking out cause he don't like storms and Aho comforts him. and maybe they aren't together yet?

Yoooo thanks anon! This was just what I needed.

Aomine raised an eyebrow when Kise jumped again, his naturally pale skin going even more so every time that a loud crack of thunder sounded outside. He’d already guessed that Kise hadn’t just turned up at his door out of boredom like he’d claimed, but he never would have expected a seventeen year old boy to be so visibly terrified of a little storm.

Then again, Kise always had been different from the rest of them, and not just because Aomine would have shut the door in the face of any of the other former Teiko players…except maybe Kuroko. His quiet night at home alone had been intruded on, but at least Kise was happy to just sit on the couch with him and watch old NBA matches in silence.

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