so please bear over with me

Alright, here’s my official post!

From today (10/21) to (11/4) activity will be slower than usual!

My favorite person in the whole wide world is in town, and I haven’t seen her in a year! It’s my mother!

On top of that, I’ve got more on my plate* at work than usual due to a (sort-of) promotion, so bear with me! 

If you’re interested, sometime in the next few days you can also catch me over here because, fun fact, Charlotte is roughly based off of my own mother and her life experiences and I SORELY owe her some attention over there.

*lol this is a pun I got promoted to kitchen staff and I am second-in-charge

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endless summer, wheel of fortune.

A Potato By Any Other Name

A few days ago, there was a fic about a potato, and then I thought about this, which I first heard a few years ago, and has stuck with me (K and I gift each other potatoes sometimes, because we’re huge sappy nerds) Big thank you to @rhysiana for the brilliant title, and to my SWN chat group for the encouragement!

So, plot: Derek gives romantic gifts, but Stiles is still a little insecure about the future of their relationship. When he gets with the “Derek loves me” program, he gives Derek a rather unconventional gift.

On AO3 here!

*****

The flowers are beautiful. A perfect balance of deep purple heliotropes and white lilies. They even came in a glass vase, simple but elegant. The note is equally simple and sweet: Thinking of you, as always. Love, Derek.

Stiles sighs as he places the flowers on his kitchen table, they look a little bit ridiculous on the aged, slightly worn surface, but he smiles at them nonetheless.

It’s a nice gesture, but he’s not sure he’s ready to believe they mean what he wants them to mean.

The phone call is unsurprising, but not unwanted. “Hey, Der,” Stiles answers with fond exasperation, “You have impeccable timing.”

Derek chuckles lightly and asks “Did you uh, do you like them?” He sounds so hopeful that Stiles knows even if he was allergic, he’d say “yes” and keep them on his table until they dried out and fell apart.

“They’re beautiful, thank you,” Stiles answers sincerely. He can feel the way his grin goes soft, melting into the private smile that only Derek can tease out of him. He knows Derek can hear it in his voice, can tell from the way he inhales a quiet sigh that makes Stiles’ heart swell.

Stiles knows that Derek is going to say something that Stiles has no good reply to, going to ask if Stiles is ready to accept that Derek’s invested in a future for them. But the truth is he just isn’t; he can’t quite convince himself that it’s possible that Derek is going to stick around for him, not forever.

So before Derek can ask, Stiles launches into planning their weekly dinner with his dad the following night.

*****

The chocolates come three days later. They’re Stiles’ favorite dark chocolate assortment, and they’re delicious. The note is just as sweet: Stiles, I saw these and thought of you. Love, Derek.

When Stiles brings the last of the box to pack night, he pretends that everyone’s chocolate-induced excitement distracts him from how Derek’s face falls.

When Derek pulls him aside later, questions written all over his face, Stiles stops them from spilling from Derek’s lips by pressing his own against them. He tries to say everything he wants to with gentle sweeps of his tongue and hands that hold on a little too tightly.

*****

When the box of comic books and assorted superhero things arrives, Stiles laughs out loud into his empty living room and calls Derek.

Derek answers the phone with a wary “Stiles,” and Stiles feels like the worst boyfriend in the world.

“I got the box, and I love it. Thank you so much!” Stiles replies, a little overly cheerful, but still genuine and honest. He’s a lucky man, and most days he thinks he doesn’t deserve Derek. Which is basically the problem, when it comes down to it. Derek has been trying to convince Stiles that their relationship is what he really wants, and Stiles has been keeping him at arm’s length, too caught up in the remnants of his teenaged self doubt to… see what was right in front of him.

Shit. He is the worst boyfriend in the world.

Derek is in the middle of “I’m so glad! I think I got all your favorites-” when Stiles interrupts with a half-shouted and mildly frantic “Come over tonight!

There’s a brief pause, before Derek drawls out an elongated “Okay?”

“I have something to give you,” Stiles insists, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to see Derek. To talk to Derek and apologize. To look him in the eye and make him understand that he is everything that Stiles wants, and that he’s ready to stop being such an asshole, if Derek will just forgive him.

“Stiles,” Derek admonishes lightly, “You don’t have to get me things just beca-”

“Yes, Derek,” Stiles retorts, “I really need to give you this. Like, really really. So just come over, okay? Please?”

Derek sighs and Stiles knows he’s won. He grins at Derek’s put upon “Sure, babe. See you in an hour.”

“See you soon, Der-Bear!” Stiles teases, adding an earnest-bordering-on-wistful “Love you,” and hanging up before Derek can react to the declaration, and before he can feel badly about how infrequently he says it to Derek.

*****

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To the high school graduates ...

Here is something I wrote a few years ago that is still quite applicable, especially re:Hot Pocket™ safety.

Hello, high school graduates! All of you are likely close to collapsing under the weight of well meaning old-people’s advice, which for the past few months has piled up like so much smug, well-meaning snow. Allow me to add my own dusting.

1. Leave high school behind you, now. Whether you were the most devastatingly cool guy in all of McNary High School or the most excruciatingly awkward girl at Sprague, once you leave high school, no one will know. Or, more importantly, care. Most really cool people who do interesting, creative things with their lives didn’t have super happy high school careers. Many really cool people had great high school experiences. But any reasonably cool person over the age of 19 knows that what you earned, or endured, in high school has zero bearing on who you are the day you graduate. I know. It seems SO IMPORTANT now. But … it’s not. Not even a little.

2. Manners count, and they’re free. You can get away with murder if you do it politely, because whoever expects a polite murderer? Manners make other people feel comfortable and happy and respected, and when people feel comfortable, happy and respected they are 8,000 percent more likely to let you get your way.

Say please, thank you, excuse me, it was so nice to meet you, hope I see you again soon. Whatever you do, send thank-you notes so people are inclined to keep doing nice things for you.

3. Chew with your mouth closed. In fact, sometime when you’re alone, go sit in front of a mirror and watch yourself eat, then make any necessary adjustments now before it becomes a permanent habit.

4. If people expect you to go to college, but you’re not super-excited about it, skip a year and work before you head off. It’s not the end of the world, and it doesn’t make you a failure. That time is too expensive and too precious to use on something you’re half-assed about. Also, I speak from experience — folding jeans at a store in the mall for minimum wage for a few months made me feel very differently about how tedious and mindless sitting through a lecture class feels.

5. Unkindness, from here on out, becomes less and less attractive. Cruelty is one of the four main currencies of high school, along with attractiveness, athletic ability and actual currency provided by your parents (I see you, West Salem kids!). In high school, a profoundly mediocre person can rule — or at least maintain a position at the periphery of the popular kids’ group — through fear.

But once you get into college, you begin to leave that b.s. behind you. You don’t have to be mean to be funny. You don’t have to be mean to disagree with someone. You don’t have to be mean to someone powerless to prove your power. All meanness showcases is that you have ugly internal architecture. And as the facades that were so important in high school fade, that is what others will see when they look at you.

6. Know which classes you have to go to, and which ones can be skipped in lieu of more important things. Yes, if you want to go to Harvard Law or John Hopkins Med, you need to ace all your impossibly difficult classes. But if you want to do something post-college that doesn’t involve grad school — if you want to work in non-profits, if you want to write for a paper, if you want to do public relations, if you want to run a business — then instead, look for ways that you can get those experiences in college.

Join extracurriculars that mimic the experiences you someday want to get paid for. If you hate doing it for free, then chances are you’ll resent it even when you get paid for it. Also, this way, when you graduate college, you can prove to employers that you did something, not just wrote compelling papers on the metaphysical nature of being.

7. If you’re a person for whom the hooking up thing doesn’t work, then don’t do it. College is a time of lots and lots of casual sex. This, I think, plays pretty well into what many — not all, but many — 18-year-old guys want, and terribly into what most — not all, but most — 18-year-old girls want. Know what you want, and don’t feel bad if that’s not in line with what someone else wants. Also, know that after freshman year, people begin to date again rather than just drunkenly coupling and uncoupling.

8. Freshman year, you can and should be friends with everyone. Sophomore year will tell who is actually worth keeping.

9. After you microwave a Hot Pocket, be sure to gently tug open the end and let the steam out, and wait a couple minutes, because there is nothing more painful than a Hot Pocket steam-and-molten-cheese burn to the top of the mouth.

10. Don’t tell the internet too much about your love life, or deep innermost feelings, or secrets. It’s none of the Internet’s business, but the Internet has a big mouth and a long, long memory. Make good friends, and tell them in person when you hang out in each other’s dorm rooms and watch movies and eat Funfetti frosting straight out of the jar. Do this a lot. It doesn’t seem important, but it is.

princeofmagick  asked:

Do you have Ada Blackjack on your list? She was a native woman who was survived on Wrangel Island for 2 years. And as a follow up, do you have any other women who survived being lost or castaway? Please and thank you.

She’s in book two! And her story is GODDAMN INCREDIBLE. Made me so fucking angry how she was treated, especially after she returned. Every single dude involved in that entire story, except maybe Crawford and Galle, was a grade-A dipshit. I hope Harold Noice is burning in hell right now.

Other notable castaways:

  • Isabel Godin des Odonais was the lone survivor of a 1600s trek through the Amazon
  • Marguerite de la Rocque was abandoned on the Isle of Demons in Canada and survived by hunting bears for over 2 years. I cover her in book one (hers is one of my favorite-ever drawings).
  • Juliane Koepcke was lone survivor of a plane crash in the jungle and survived
  • Molly Craig/Kelly was kidnapped by the Australian government and walked across most of Australia to get back home. Then did it again several years later while carrying a baby.
  • You could argue Sacajawea, interpreter for the Lewis and Clark expedition, was kind of lost (in that the expedition didn’t really know the area).

Just to refresh your memory, here’s a snippet from my famous/non famous au that I’ve seemingly abandoned. Harry is a big time movie star and Louis works on set as costume standby. Louis is the only person on earth that can’t stand Harry and Harry wants to change that. I promise I’m still working on this and I’m sorry I can’t publish it before the end of summer like I originally said, but I’ll do my best to make it worth the wait. Hope you enjoy!

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Guy’s it’s just clicked into place for me. Ty liked this on Twitter. It all finally makes sense. There’s a lot I’m going to explain so please bear with me. 

Okay so, The VMA’s are one of the most prestigious awards in regards to the visual representations of an artists music. Every artist that attends/is nominated is there to win, no matter what. The majority of these awards given are fan voted. Statistically artists with smaller fanbases, are less likely to win these awards hence why ‘bigger’ artists are more consistently successful. Makes sense doesn’t it. So, over the past few months Ty’s fan base has grown massively, thanks to his association with Lauren. Theres a lot of L stans and Harmonizers that have jumped ship to support “L’s happiness” with him. Fair enough. But, Lauren’s individual fanbase has also significantly grown thanks to Ty and the genres/artists he’s associated with. Lauren’s increasing presence in the industry, is further increasing the platform for the Fifth Harmony girls and their brand. The fanbases intertwine hence their overall popularity inclines. So these Lauren and Ty rumours aren’t only benefiting those two, they’re creating a huge buzz around Fifth Harmony as a group, therefore raising the popularity and profile of Ally, Normani and Dinah. Why is a feminist dating a misogynist? Because its creating headlines. Popularity comes with headlines. Popularity causes a growth in fan bases and musical genre diversity. A larger fanbase means there chances of winning these prestigious awards are statistically higher than ever. What happens next? They win.

Here’s my prediction (put all your money on this) : 

Ty’s going to win at least one VMA, The 5H girls are performing and are also pretty much guaranteed a win thanks to the fans voting. (If you haven’t voted already, you know the drill) These Ty and Lauren rumours will faze out within a matter of weeks and as nothing has been confirmed between the two, it won’t need to be addressed by either party. All they will have to say is “We were just friends” or what the cool kids say “just vibing”. We’ve got 8 day’s until the VMA’s and get ready because management are going to lay it on with the publicity of their ‘relationship’. We are gonna get possible headlines, more indirects/commenting on each others posts on social media, more questionable images of the two together etc.. Its started already today with the liking of EVERY POST the other uploads, just minutes after it was posted. There’s going to be more ‘Tyren’ than we’ve ever seen. Watch this space.

Do I believe Ty and Lauren was/is PR. Yes. Do I think all will come to an end quicker than we think? Yes.

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Tell Me, How Do You Like It? (m)

Summary: All Yoongi wants is for you to tell him exactly how you like it. He is more than willing to deliver. 
Genre: Smut, PWP and a tad hint of fluff at the end
Warnings: orgasm denial, dirty talk, teasing, oral sex and a dash of spanking
Rating: M
Word Count: 3,250

Originally posted by hidden--demons

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Bad girls don’t get to cum

Originally posted by davidxhaller

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 4415
Warning: Smut, light chocking, orgasm denial

Notes: Hello everyone! I’ve been reading (stalking) everything about Vikings lately(well mostly Ivar because let’s face it I’m Ivar trash right now) and you guys made me want to write something of my own. So there it is! My first one-shot. English is not my native language so I’m sorry if there is any mistakes. This is my first smut as well so please bear with me! Feedback are always welcomed. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Becoming a skilled shieldmaiden was the only thing you ever dreamed of since you were a child. But your parents did not like the idea of you risking your life so they never wanted you to learn. They always said that you would become a farmer like them and take over the family’s farm, like they did. When you turned thirteen, you did not listen any longer and escaped every morning to go train all by yourself with a sword you found one day near the river. Without any experience, your training was not helpful at all; all you did was swinging your sword, desperately trying to gain some skills. One afternoon, while you were practicing, you heard laughs behind you. The Ragnarssons, princes of Kattegat, were watching you. Since that day, they helped you training and fast you became really good at this. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd treated you like a close friend and you saw in them the brothers you never had. As for Ivar, it was deadly complicated. At the beginning, he did not like you at all, always mocking you, telling you how bad you were or how your body was not fitted to be a warrior. He was hurting your feeling but you had never showed it. One day, you had enough and challenged him. Unfortunately, you lost the fight but it was enough to show him that you were not just a poor girl trying desperately to become a fighter. Since that day, he was more careful with his words; he even helped you and showed you some tricks. With time, you both fell for each other.

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Hold It

A/N: So good, it hurts.


“You really piss me off sometimes,” Dan grumbled. He currently had a grip on my wrist and was leading me upstairs into the flat. I rolled my eyes, he was so dramatic when he wanted to be.

We’d been having a perfectly fine evening, until I’d decided to annoy him. Usually he would either ignore me or bother me just as I did him, but there were also times like these. He’d suddenly steam up and would be in an irritated mood for the rest of the night. It had long since stopped intimidating me, and now I knew he just needed space when he was in these moods.

As he locked the door I went to head toward the living room to do just that, leave him alone. Dan’s grip on my wrist didn’t let go, though. He still had his jacket on, just standing in front of the door with a hand on me. I shook him, starting to get annoyed myself. “Hey, hulk man? Yeah I’m gonna need that arm back now.” Dan yanked me as I started walking. His eyes were literally on fire while he looked down at me. “Alright well, you got me. Now what? You gonna throw me outside for the night?”

My body was pressed against his chest now. His face got closer to mine, until our noses were touching. “You,” he growled, “are going to go to our room, strip naked, and wait for me to come in there. Do I make myself clear?” Usually I hated being told what to do, but Dan rarely called the shots in bed, it excited me. I only nodded and let him release me so I could fast-walk to the bedroom. When I entered, I peeled my clothes from my body. They fell and joined the piles of clothing on the floor. There was anticipation running through my veins, Dan and I had had a few fights that ended in hot sex, but it only happened when were were both upset. If one of us was mad we’d usually keep our distance. Dan’s steps got closer and closer while my body climbed up the bed and then sat in the middle. Dan entered the room, his shirt was off and in his hand but he dropped it to the floor as he came toward me.

“Come down here.” I cautiously headed toward where he stood at the foot of the bed, getting up on my knees and looking up at him expectantly. “Now what, big man?” He bit his lip and remained silent, long enough for me to get uncomfortable under his gaze. “Since you love to push me right to the edge…” Dan pushed my shoulder and I fell back. He dropped down to the floor and his hands were placed on my knees. “So let’s see how you like it.” I swallowed hard. His voice was deep and soft.

Slowly, Dan pushed my knees apart and I was on display to him. I wanted to close my legs out of shyness, but wanted to see where he was going with this. Without preamble, he started leaving wet kisses along the inside of my thighs. His hands slid slowly on along the tops of my thighs as well, sending tingles down my legs and right between them too. He knew they were sensitive, my body was getting hotter. Moments later, his left hand was skirting dangerously close to my center. By then I was more than ready for him to do more to me, sighing every few seconds. His finger teased me, tracing over every bit of me without hitting my clit, just gathering wetness and spreading it around. “C’mon, Dan. Do something,” I whined. “Alright, baby. As you wish.” The evil finger that had been teasing slid slowly into me. It wasn’t enough, but I still gave a gratified sound. He pumped it in and out of me while still littering kisses around where I wanted him most. Soon another finger was added, and he picked up speed. In a few minutes I was close, moaning loud and begging him not to stop. Dan stopped kissing me and looked up.

“You wanna cum?”

I nodded so hard my neck cracked a little, “Please don’t stop I’m so close!”

“Well too bad.” Dan ripped away all contact he had with me. Instantly I was falling away from that ecstatic moment he’d been driving me toward. I tried to chase it but without any stimulation I knew it was gone. I propped up on my elbows and looked at him in anger. “What? Didn’t like that? Didn’t like feeling good and then having it all stop?” I pouted and pushed my hips toward him, hoping he’d actually go back and finish me. Surprisingly he started up again.

Three almost-there moments later and I could feel tears in my eyes. “Dan…I’m begging you just-” I tried to catch my breath and speak at the same time. Plump pink lips pulled away from my overheated, soaking center. “You think I should let you cum now?” I didn’t even bother answering, just whining out softly. “Hey, don’t give up. Maybe I will this time.” Dan waited until he was sure I had calmed down enough, then proceeded to work me over again, faster this time, until I was right there, just about to let go. “On second thought…” I cried out. My fingers were gripping the sheets impossibly hard. “I’m still pretty mad at you.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up halfway. “Bear, I’m sorry I made you so upset tonight. I promise I won’t bother you anymore just please please let me cum baby I’m going to explode!”

While sex between us could get a little on the kinkier side, nothing one of us did had ever pushed the other to beg; not until now. Dan seemed genuinely shocked at my words. “Did I push you too far, princess?” He uttered in a soft voice. “No no no I’m good. Just can you…you know.” I gestured to my nether regions. For the first time during the hour he’d been torturing me, he gave a genuine smile instead of a smirk. This time when he leaned in, I knew he would finish me properly. His tongue and lips went back to my clit, his fingers playing with that soft spot inside me. In less than a minute I had a grip on his hair and I was all but screaming his name with a mix of “Daddy” and “thank you”. Dan rode me through it, until I was too sensitive and he had to stop.

My vision blurred with tears and I tried to catch my breath. Distantly I heard Dan remove his pants and climb behind me on the bed. Carefully, he pulled me up where he was, and held me to his chest, idly wiping at the last of the frustrated tears on my face. “I really am sorry if I made you mad,” I said. Dan stopped and turned my head to look at him. “It’s fine, pumpkin. Sorry I pushed you so much tonight.”

“Don’t worry. I actually kind of liked it. Maybe I should piss you off more in the future.”

His face got serious, “Do it again and next time you just won’t cum.”

Maybe it was because he’d just made me cum, but I didn’t really believe him.


A/N: still no computer, dears! Sorry but this format will have to do

I wanted to do a different ship meme...

So here one is! 

  • Who is the restless sleeper?
  • Who eats cereal for dinner?
  • Who wears odd socks?
  • Who reads more?
  • Who prefers a bath over a shower?
  • Who can knit?
  • Who has the weirder laugh?
  • Who gets more jealous?
  • Who sleeps with a teddy bear?
  • Who still uses internet explorer?
  • Who is the most sentimental?
  • Who can play an instrument?
  • Who has the worst sense of direction?
  • Who cooks breakfast?
  • Who is the early riser?
A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader)

Originally posted by gotjimin

Originally posted by requiem-on-water

(The GIF of the wolf is intended to represent Aera when she transforms. I admittedly do not possess the ability at this current juncture to even fathom what godly wolf form Park Jimin would take on.)

Hello guys! So, here’s the fanfic that I’ve been working on in tandem with ‘Risen from the Ashes’. If you guys have yet to check it out, I would certainly appreciate it if you did. If not, that’s cool too. Without further wordiness from me, here are details of the story:

Pairing: Aera x Jimin (though it can totally be taken as a Reader x Jimin. Just replace her name with whatever you’d like to be addressed as, as her name is very seldom used)

Genre: Fluff, Angst (Smut to come in later chapters)

Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)

Characters: Aera (or reader if you like) and, of course, BTS. Aera'a brother Jung (though this could also be replaced with whatever name you fancy)

Word Count: 4,516

Summary: Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.


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anonymous asked:

Dude the mom blackhat hc's are freaking awesome especially the PTA one, so I'm wondering what he would do if he was chaperoning a school field trip, like taking the kids to a zoo or a museum 😊

((So just for the record, I’m gonna try to go through my entire askbox now that finals are over, answering the pre-hiatus ones first. (Thank you for your patience.) on the other hand I’m gonna be stuck on mobile for about a week so please bear with me on any weird formatting or typos. It’s good to be back.))

  • “What do you mean you need another chaperone?!?” “Boss please Joey’s mom got sick at the last moment and there aren’t any other volunteers!” “FUCK that, I’m not spending my one chance to have the house to myself on a bus with disgusting children.”
  • “………Boss did I mention that we’re going to a museum
  • “FLUG GET MY RANSACKING-SACK, WE’RE GOING LOOTING.”
  • congrats flug. on one hand, now the entire class gets to go to the museum. on the other hand, BH is going to pull a heist
  • BH shows up in his civilian dad disguise and forces himself through gross pleasantries with the other parents
  • “Why yes, Karen, this is a new hat. Thank you for noticing. No Louise, I’ll be happy to take your shift during lunch. It’s not a problem.” (really, it isnt. he has clones ready for this shit)
  • “…..helen.” “Mr. Trueba. How, lovely, to see you.” “Really, the honor is mine. It must have taken quite the necromancer to get you out of the crypt this morning.”
  • It’s honestly impressive how BH manages to not kill anyone on the bus ride there. especially when Dementia started singing “The Wheels On the Bus”
  • They get to the museum in one piece somehow and BH promptly tries to fuck off to do reconnaissance but. Nope. Apparently he has a group of children to lead. Fuck.
  • “Alright kids on your left you can see whatever the fuck this piece of shit is supposed to be. And on your left there’s a statue; that’s pretty cool I guess.”
  • “People actually PAY for this shit?? –Flug I have an idea holy fuck” “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna say ev–” “EVIL PAINTINGS!!” “…”
  • Dementia is literally wearing a child leash so that she doesn’t go run around breaking the expensive things in this museum. 5.0.5 is the one holding the leash. He’s a registered “therapy dog.” Dementia is holding 5.0.5’s leash. Symbiosis at its finest.
  • BH sneaks away during lunch, when he promptly makes use of all the intel he’s gained on the museum’s security systems, and casually steals half the art gallery.
  • He stores all the stolen art in his pocket’s pocket dimension. Gotta love using the void as a purse.
  • so the museum trip goes pretty well, all things considered. It’s the Zoo Incident that’s a disaster.
  • It starts off fine enough; 5.0.5 has a lovely time at the butterfly garden and Demencia has looted the gift shop.
  • BH spends a very long time staring at the squid and octopus exhibits with an odd expression on his face
  • But everything goes to shit once they get to the tiger exhibit. BH has been so well-behaved, he can’t just leave without having caused some mayhem. He has a reputation to uphold.
  • The victim he chooses is some student who has been tapping on the glass of the various enclosures since the start of the trip. BH can appreciate a good rule-breaker, but not a fucking annoying one. And little Sammy or whoever the fuck is taking the cake.
  • So, he does what any respectable person would do. One minute the kid’s yelling for the tiger to “stop being boring and come out of it’s den already”, the next moment he realizes he’s in the exhibit
  • BH (and the other students) laugh and watch him run around in circles from an excited-looking tiger. The security team get there before anything can happen, unfortunately. BH and the children collectively groan.
  • He gets yelled at later by Helen for “letting a kid get stuck in the tiger cage” but counters that with his own yell about how “a piece of shit brat like that deserved a smaller cage with more tigers.”
  • Needless to say, he’s banned from chaperoning. That’s fine. (It was his plan all along). Still, might as well pull one final trick for his last hurrah.
  • As the students make their way back to the busses, BH casually snaps his fingers. On cue, every single lock on the animal enclosures open at once.
  • “What was that?” “Oh, nothing. Probably. Let’s just get onto the bus. Now.”

anonymous asked:

Gency prompt! "I can't stand the thought of losing you." 🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄

Sorry for the late response! I’ve been rather busy lately but I managed to find some time at 2am to squeeze this in! I hope you enjoy!

A response to a prompt for me 2K Followers Event (which is technically still active though with delayed replies I suppose ^^”). Thank you for the wonderful prompt!

Artwork by the wonderful h@ge. It just fitted so well that I couldn’t help but use it <3


The air was quiet without even a breath of the wind, as though the tension had halted the breezes in their tracks. The air felt dry, as if Angela bit her lips as she felt her eyes tear up, her wall breaking down as Mercy slipped away. The confident, professional doctor was gone now, replaced by a teary-eyed angel by the name of Angela.

“Why would you do that? Do you know how much you scared me? I thought you were going to … I didn’t know … Genji!”

With that, she pulled Genji into her, hugging him tightly with his head on her shoulder. She did not want to bury her face in his chest, though it was quite tempting. Though it was definitely an appealing option in most cases, the nearly lethal chest would he just received was definitely not something she wanted to look at right then. Even if she had patched him up to fully healthy condition with only a minor amount of blood loss, she was afraid that if she looked at the crack in his armor, he would suddenly collapse lifelessly in front of her.

As such, she was more than happy to simply hold him closely against her, simply crying gently though calming down with each sniffle she took. She knew it was far from professional and what he needed at that moment, but she couldn’t help it. He nearly died in her arms. Just for this once, she just wanted to be selfish. Even if she was unprofessional, to hell with it. What mattered to her right then was that she could hold him close and feel his warmth against her. A warmth that said he was still alive.

“Angela dear. I can’t breathe.”

Angela paused and sniffled once before pulling back a bit, letting go of him and looking away bashfully. That elicited a chuckle from Genji, which was met with a small pout from the lady facing him, one that did not hide her own smile for too long.

After a moment, Genji let out a soft sigh and glanced away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have worried you and done something so reckless. But …”

Angela looked at him, coughing once to push away the last of her unrestrained emotions and putting on a false interrogative frown toward him. “But what, my dear sparrow? You better have a good reason for worrying me so much.”

“I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.”

That made her stop, looking at him in disbelief. She coughed once, meeting his eyes steadily but finding her cheeks turning warmer. After a short moment of silence, she let out in a soft voice. “Could you say that again?”

That made Genji frown and tapped her on the forehead with his fingers as he said, “Oh now you’re just being greedy. Was it really that special to you?”

Angela bit her index finger between her soft lips, nodding once shyly which only made Genji make an exasperated expression and sighed.

“Seriously. I’ve been in love with you for all this time, hinting and confessing to you in a huge variety of different ways I spent sleepless nights rehearsing. And this is the one you’ll treat at my confession?”

Angela opened her mouth to defend herself, though she was confused herself. Had she really been that oblivious to his approach? While she knew that he was long discharged from her care and hence no longer in her professional relationship, she had not expected him to feel the same way about her too.

However, Genji saved her from having to speak as he continued. “Very well. I’ll say it one more time. I suppose we’re even, now that you have saved me and I have saved you. That being said, I would still like to be able to take you out on a date.”

He gave her a gentle smile, his visor somewhere on the dirt ground in the distance. Not that it mattered though, not when it meant he could gaze directly into her beautiful blue eyes as feel her gentle touch on his arms. With every word he spoke, he made sure to mean every last bit of it.

“Angela, you’re a wonderful part of my life. And I can’t ever bear the thought of losing you.”

The sun peeked from over the cover of the clouds, its rays shining on the wreckage of vehicles and abandoned buildings around the pair. Despite being in such a ruinous place, he supposed that this would be a memory he would treasure more than any other one in his life. Or at least, any that he had ever had before this moment and that she will undoubtedly bring to him. She was a miracle worker after all. A worker, a doctor, and an angel.

“So please, promise me that you’ll always be by my side. Today and forever.”

Just Friends?

Summary: Tom, Harrison and you are a trio, but when you fell for Tom years ago, any future you have with him is jeopardized. 

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,415

A/N: Surprise!!! Wrote this is one go late last night! Thank you to the anon that inspired me by making me emo. I hope you all enjoy!


You were best friends with Tom and Harrison for as long as you can remember. You all didn’t go to the same school, but lived on the same street and you would always play tag and other games with each other growing up, and as you got older, play dates would turn into movie or game nights. Another thing that changed was your feelings for Tom in particular. You didn’t know why you fell for Tom, but you did and it was the worst feeling ever because Tom liked someone else, that wasn’t you.

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Clingy

Plot: you ignore your bias after a fight and he tries to get you to forgive him.

Genre: Fluff

word count: 1,018

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I let out a frustrated sigh as i stormed back into my bedroom. I flopped down onto my bed, arms and legs outstretched, staring at the blank, white ceiling, my head full of thoughts about what happened only minutes before. It was a stupid fight, really, but he had said some things that I couldn’t forget so easily.

I was so deep in my thoughts i didn’t hear the door open and someone creep across the room to my bed. I turned my head when i felt the bed dip, and saw him coming closer to me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I really didn’t mean anything I said back there, I was just stressed and took out my frustration on you. I hope you can forgive me.” I turned around and stepped out of the bed, ignoring him.

“I’ll go make dinner,” I said, not even turning to look at him. I walked into the kitchen getting out ingredients and supplies to make his favorite dish. Even though I was mad at him, I still loved him. I heard the patter of footsteps running down the hall, coming towards the kitchen, stopping behind me.

“I can help,” he said, “Just tell me what to do.”

“Just wash and cut those vegetables over there,” I said, still refusing to look at him. I was afraid that when I looked at him all my resolve would crumble and I would forgive him instantly. He immediately started getting to work doing his best to do what I had told him to.  I stole a glance over at him when I was sure he wouldn’t notice, and saw his face in a cute pout of concentration, his eyes focused on the knife, making sure he cut the vegetables in even pieces. As we were moving around the kitchen he kept stopping by me to kiss my cheek or nose or anywhere he could reach, all the while smiling even though I would push him away. When he was finished cutting the vegetables he came over to me and circled his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

“I’m finished,” he said in a cute voice, then gave me a quick peck on my cheek, knowing I couldn’t resist his aegyo. I tried to remove his arms from my waist but he just hugged me tighter to him.”I’m not letting you go,” he said, still in his aegyo voice.

“I have to turn off the stove before the food burns,” I said, “Please let go.”

“No,” he stated, refusing to release his tight grip on me. I started walking to the other side of the kitchen to turn off the stove with him still wrapped around me like a koala bear.

“Can you please set the table?” I asked him, finally getting rid of his tight grip around me, even though it left me feeling a little cold without his warmth.

Once we started eating, he began to compliment me over everything. “Ah, this tastes so good!” “Thank you so much for cooking tonight!” “These were cooked perfectly!” “You’re always so pretty!” I looked down at what i was wearing seeing myself dressed in an old pair of sweatpants, one of his shirts that was too big on me, my hair up a messy bun, and no makeup on my face.

I scoffed glancing up at him seeing a beautiful smile on his face. “Seriously?”

“Of course!” he replied, with the same gorgeous smile.

We continued to eat, him still showering me with compliments. I was slowly losing my resolve and had forgiven him, but I enjoyed this cute side of him.

He picked up a piece of food and brought it across the table towards my mouth. “Ahh,” he demonstrated, opening his mouth as if he was going to take a bite of food. I refused to open my mouth still not wanting to give into his cute antics, but after a few failed attempts, he managed to feed me, giggling cutely every time he placed a piece of food in my mouth.

When we finished eating, he helped me clear the table and wash the dishes, all the while talking about anything and everything and telling me how much he loved me. Once we were done he suggested we watch something, so we went to the living room and he put on my favorite movie. He sat down on the couch and pulled me towards him wrapping his body around me like a warm blanket. He kept peppering kisses all over my face and neck, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, making it hard to focus on the movie. After a little while he finally asked in a quiet, timid voice, “Have you forgiven me yet?”

I smiled turning to look straight into his eyes, “I forgave you awhile ago, I just like seeing this cute side of you,” I said, watching as a wave of relief washed over his face.

“You scared me,” he said pouting. “Ah, I was so scared,” he whined, throwing his head back.

 You put your hands on either side of his face, tilting his head so you could look into his eyes, the same eyes you fell in love with. “I’m sorry,” you said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Hey, since you scared me like that, I deserve a proper one right here,” he exclaimed, bringing his index finger up to his lips, pressing them softly and closing his eyes. I grabbed his wrist to bring his hand away from his face, and leant down closing my eyes as well, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. I made sure to pour all my love for him into the kiss to assure him that he was forgiven.

When we finally pulled away, he peered down at me mischievously. He began tickling me all over, making tears well up in my eyes from laughing and causing me to yell for him to stop.

“This is what you get for worrying me like that,” he responded, continuing to tickle me.

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And to the anon who requested this, I hope you enjoy! I’m not really good at writing or fluff but I tried my best. Constructive feedback and criticism is always welcome.

Exposed

Requested By Anon

Pairings: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader


Peter has created a chatroom.

Peter has invited Y/N.

Peter: Hey babe! Cap’s letting me leave training early today, do you want to go watch Loki’s play?

Y/N: Yes! He hasn’t stopped talking about it. I’m pretty sure if we don’t go he’ll kill us…

Peter: What’s it called again?

Y/N: Uh… A King Among Fools. We should invite Wade too!

Peter: He ruined our last date!

Y/N has added Wade.

Wade: Please Peetie. I’ll return your wallet if you let me come.

Peter: No.

Peter: Wait, you have my wallet?!

Wade: How else am I to sustain my luxury lifestyle? Y/N won’t let her dad adopt me…

Y/N: Okay one, buying Spider-man and [Your Superhero Name] merchandise is not a lifestyle. Secondly, WHY WOULD HE ADOPT YOU WADE, YOU’RE A GROWN MAN.

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Stay

Summary: When you’re injured on a hunt, Dean realizes just how much you need each other. 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (briefly), reader

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: injury, medical attention, sweet smut

A/N: Massive thank you to @deanssweetheart23​ for reading parts of this over for me and giving me wonderful constructive criticism. I’ve never written smut before, so please bear with me. Feedback is much appreciated!

Deep breaths. In, out. In, out.

You tried to focus your attention on your breath, slow even inhales and exhales in the backseat of the Impala. It was proving difficult though; the pain from the wound in your arm continued to demand your attention. You turned your gaze to the fields flying past outside the car, looking for anything to distract yourself.

“Not much longer, Y/N/N,” Dean muttered from the front seat. You knew he was just saying that for the sake of saying something. The ride back from the hunt had been nearly silent thus far, something he knew made you anxious. You nodded in response, knowing full well he was watching you from the rearview mirror.

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