someone make a write up for this lol

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Thank u for posting part 12... I really like it!!!!❤❤ but now i'm sufferING BC SOMEONE BROKE THE HEART OF MA BOI HOSEOK.. * ready to fight *

Yeah :( Hoseok got heartbroken lol I planned this, since 5 chapters ago. I somehow had to make Hoseok into a strong man ❤ that break up made him stronger and thats why he supports jungkook by scolding him every now and then. He doesnt want jeon to get heartbroken like him 💗💗💗 Hoseok seemed like a very “straightforward” and aggressive character towards jeonin the first chapters ,but he does it because he loves him 💓💓 thats the idea I had in mind when I first started writing his character 😘

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i was going to do something for my last follower milestone, and then i was going to do something for this most recent one – and i didn’t !! so i’m just going to take a second to say some nice things about some people who mean a lot to me – you guys !! honestly, i was so terrified to make a jack blog. i mainly roleplay with original characters after having a Bad Time with canon involving duplicates or fleeting muses. but jack has been such an – experience! and honestly, i’ve met. so many amazing people? i could tear up ( i am tearing up ) thinking about what amazing friends i’ve made here. i still have anxiety about being here and doubts about my jack and worries about things – but living in the moment right now, i’m so happy to have met you guys. it’s three a.m as i’m writing this ( and i’m going to queue it up !! ) but i just felt a lot of love for my friends who are hopefully tucked away in their beds safe and asleep. ( or at work. ) anyway – here it goes ! ( art cred. ) 

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Yes, Love?

I don’t normally do these, but a friend had a bad day and asked for someone to write some fluff, so I took up the challenge. It’s just easier to post it on Tumblr than trying to somehow get it all in Discord, lol.

“Can we have RFA + the minor trio reaction to when calling for MC , and they replied “Yes love?” for the first time . bonus :if it’s in their native (different) language”


  • He was in the kitchen making breakfast because he insisted he would do it all on his own
  • You decided to wait on the couch since Lisa was hogging your lap
  • You heard him call your name, but you didn’t want to disturb the sleeping kitty
  • “Yes, love?” you responded
  • You couldn’t hear anything from the kitchen, so you thought he didn’t hear you
  • “Yoosung?” You called again
  • His red face poked around the corner, and he seemed a little out of breath
  • “Wait, wh-what did you say? The first time?”
  • So he did hear you
  • “I said ‘Yes, love?'” You petted Lisa gently. “I didn’t want to disturb her.”
  • Yoosung finally came out from behind the corner and boy was he fidgeting
  • “I – I just wanted to, uh, ask what you wanted with the omurice…”
  • He came closer to pet Lisa behind her ears, obviously trying to find something to say
  • “Just a kiss, Yoosung. The rest is up to you.”
  • He straightens up a bit and smiles before pecking you on the lips and running back in the kitchen, his face still beet red
  • what a cutie


  • You’d spent the night at his place, and you were still half-asleep while he got up for the day
  • He was in the bathroom and called out something, but you couldn’t hear what
  • “Yes, love?” You rolled over, trying to look over at the bathroom without actually getting up
  • You heard something crash and Zen nearly sprinted out of the bathroom
  • Before you could even squeak you found yourself swept up in his arms
  • “Zen?!” You saw something burning in those lovely red eyes of his
  • “I was going to ask if you wanted to shower, but it looks like I won’t be able to let you out of my sight”
  • “Well, you could put me down -”
  • Zen just silences you with kisses and carries you to the shower
  • You had to convince him not to call in sick to all of his meetings and rehearsals for that day


  • She’s going over business paperwork at 2am and the poor girl is exhausted
  • She leans back and mutters something that you didn’t quite catch
  • “Yes, love?” You happen to be bringing her some coffee at that moment
  • Her eyes snap open and she nearly flails in surprise while trying to sit up
  • She even hits her knee on the desk, but she’s too focused on what you just said to notice
  • “Wh-wh-what?! I was – I was – I was just talking to my-myself!”
  • She’s a stuttering mess and it’s just so adorable
  • You put the coffee on her desk and lean in to give her a kiss on the lips
  • “I wasn’t sure. Here’s some more coffee, but don’t work yourself too late, love.”
  • You grin at her, and the look of shock on her face is just priceless
  • That coffee wasn’t what woke her up ;)


  • He was in his office at home, and you were busy playing with Elizabeth 3rd
  • He called your name, but you were in the middle of a tug-of-war match with Elizabeth 3rd
  • “Yes, love?” You called absentmindedly in English as you gently tugged on the string she had in her mouth and under her paws
  • “Could you come here for a moment?” Jumin’s reply was in clear English
  • That’s when it hit you and you froze
  • Oops, you hadn’t quite realized you did that
  • “One second,” you called and extricated the string from Elizabeth 3rd
  • You entered his office to see him leaning back in his chair with a smirk on his face
  • “What did you need, Jumin?” you ask in Korean
  • “You.” He stood up and walked toward you, taking one of your hands in his and pressing it to his lips
  • “Well, that wasn’t what I intended at first, but now I can only think of how much I want to kiss you.”
  • He slowly pushes you back until you’re against the wall next to the door
  • and oh man, he sure does kiss you


  • He’d told you not to bother him as he was working on an important project
  • Okay, no problem. You just busied yourself and decided to play a few rounds of LOLOL with Yoosung
  • You had headphones on, so you barely heard Seven when he said something
  • You pulled off your headphones, answering in your native tongue, “Yes, love?”
  • pffffffffftt
  • Did he just spit out a mouthful of PhD Pepper?
  • Yes, yes he did
  • He doesn’t even respond, he just jumps up and spins your chair around to kiss you
  • You forgot to respond in Korean but you realize he understood you perfectly because this boy knows a serious amount of languages
  • He’s practically on top of you in your chair and you have to push him away to let you breathe
  • “Saeyoung, I need air!” you gasp
  • “Sorry, I just… couldn’t help myself when you said that”
  • He actually looks a little bit shy for a moment
  • That changes quickly though, and his usual smirk sets in
  • “Well, I was going to tell you I finished the project, but now it looks like I need to take you to the bedroom”
  • He grabs the headset and speaks into the mic “Sorry Yoosung, I gotta steal MC for a while. Have fun!”
  • He tosses the headphones away and freaking rolls you to the bedroom in your chair, the little shit


  • He’s in the other room and he says something you can’t quite catch
  • You just know it was a question of some sort
  • “Yes, love?” You get up and go find him
  • “I was – I was looking for – where are you?” He turns toward your footsteps
  • “I’m right here. What were you looking for?” Your hand brushes his as you walk up to him
  • He smiles and his cheeks are a little pink
  • “I was wondering if you know where I put my shoes, love”
  • Yep he definitely heard you use that term for him
  • How did he just so innocently turn that on you
  • As you try to formulate a response, his other hand finds your jaw and his fingers lift your chin
  • He gives you the most gentle kiss as he brings his other hand up to stroke your cheek
  • You’re sure he doesn’t care so much about the shoes any more


  • You’re out for ice cream, just the two of you
  • You pay for the cones and he’s waiting for them to be made
  • As you’re putting your money away, you hear him say something, but you weren’t really paying attention
  • “Yes, love?” You look up as you finally stow your wallet away
  • His face darkens
  • Oh shit, did you make him mad?
  • He turns away to get his cone without saying anything
  • You get yours, and before you can even lick away the dripping edge, his hand is pulling you away from the crowd
  • “Hey, Saeran! Slow down!”
  • He doesn’t stop until you reach the car
  • “Get in.” He’s curt, but he doesn’t necessarily sound angry either
  • You hastily lick off the ice cream dripping down your hand and slide in the passenger seat
  • “Saeran, what’s going on?”
  • “Don’t call me that unless it’s just the two of us.”
  • Oh so that’s why his face went dark
  • “You didn’t have to run away from the stand, you know”
  • He just stares at you for a few moments before he leans in and gives you a quick kiss
  • “I just wanted to be alone for this.”


  • You hear a growl of frustration and a thud
  • “Goddamnit!”
  • Yup, they’re mad about something, probably something Seven did
  • You get up and poke your head in the room
  • “Yes, love?”
  • They had their forehead against the wall, stewing over something
  • That is, until your question surprised them
  • Their eyes go wide and they pull away from the wall
  • “O-Oh, MC! Sorry, I, uh…” Vanderwood trails off
  • “Are you okay?”
  • “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay”
  • They’re avoiding your gaze
  • You’re better at knowing what they’re feeling than they think you are
  • They might have gotten good at hiding it as a secret agent but you know
  • “Do you need a kiss? Or a hug?” You grin and walk closer
  • “What?!” Vanderwood finally goes red. “N-no, I… I…”
  • They know you got them
  • “Fine. Come here.” They turn toward you and put their hands around your waist when you walk up to them
  • They kiss you and linger a few moments before pulling away
  • “You always like to baffle me somehow… In a good way.”
Love is not just a “feeling”. It is not just butterflies and a quickening heartbeat. Love is cleaning up vomit off the bathroom floor when they were too sick to make it to the toilet. Love is bringing you Tylenol when you are too sick from the flu to get out of bed and get it yourself. Love is waiting in the ER for someone for  4 hours even when you knew they only had a  common cold. Love is literally crying on each others shoulders and wiping the tears off each others cheeks.  Love is holding their hair back when you had a little bit too much to drink. Love is rushing home to each other just to tell one another about your plain old boring day. Love is spending those days just cuddling on the couch eating soup and watching Netflix and being perfectly content with that. Love is staying up until talking about everything and nothing at all. Love is showing someone your darkest and rawest feelings and getting nothing but a listening ear and an understanding mind in return. Love is when you work so hard just to make sure that the other person is comfortable and taken care of. Love is washing their dirty laundry and doing each others dishes.  Love is motivating you to do well in college and praising you when you did well on your finals. Love is massaging legs after they worked all day.  Love is more than just a “feeling”.
You Can Call Me Bruce...(Part II)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Age-gap.

Summary: Alfred’s twenty six year old niece comes to pay him a visit at Wayne Maynor. Taken by surprise, Bruce tries to warm up to her and make her feel at home, but things begin to go further than planned, and he begins to worry he’s gotten himself into a compromising situation.

Part 1

A/N: This is long overdue. The first part got a lot of positive feedback and so that urged me two write even more of it.

I need to dedicate it to someone so @papaygirl08 here you go lol.


Bruce gets home around eleven that night.

The sky is blanket of onyx spread across the skyline of Gotham city and little flecks of stars stand splattered across its surface. He pulls into the driveway, sliding his car safely into the garage, the engine purring like a cat. Killing the engine, Bruce steps out and heads right inside once he’s sure everything is locked. His hair is tousled and disarrayed, strands of silver and brown mixing as they fall over his brow, and his shoulders sag lifelessly as he walks up the stairs into the house. His eyes are drooping shut, and his tie hangs half undone around his collar, as he sighs.

Work always manages to leave Bruce feeling drained and exhausted. He’s spent the entire day trawling the city doing errands and raising his blood pressure, and now Bruce wants nothing more than to bury himself in the embrace of sleep.

He makes for the kitchen first to check if there’s any food left for dinner. Inside the fridge is half a bowl of pesto and some chicken risotto and he grimaces. He had chicken for lunch. He shuts the fridge and turns on his heel, ambling through the house until he comes into the dim lit ambiance of the study.

The room is large hexagonic structure with shelves and books lining almost every maroon painted wall, and a big mahogany desk sitting right in front of the large window in the middle wall. The entire place is almost pitch black save for the light peering in through the drapes, and the lamp upon the desk, and Bruce notices Alfred sitting at the desk, his brow wrinkled together in concentration as he reads Oh, The Things You Can Think.

The elder man looks up from his book as a sense of realization briefly flashes across his wrinkled face. “Oh, you’re back.”

With tired eyes the dark haired man nods, and goes to take a seat opposite his butler. “Just got back. Work was a disaster.” He pulls out a chair, the legs dragging against the slick wooden floor, and slumps down. Alfred shuts his book and turns to him, raising his brows in query.

“What happened?”

“I’ve been running up and down all day.” Says Bruce. “My back is killing me, and all I feel like doing now is climbing into bed.”

“Welcome to my world.” Alfred breaths, as he rises from his seat, and goes to put his book back. “And who exactly is stopping you, sir? Your bedroom awaits you upstairs. Wish I could say the same for myself–the sofa is my companion for the night, and you don’t see me complaining.”

Bruce’s brow knots in confusion as he asks, "What?”

“Y/N is taking my room for the night.”


“Because, Master Wayne–your guest room is a sty. I’m surprised you haven’t started breeding pigs in there.” Alfred turns around and shakes his head disappointingly. “No sheets, no towels, no curtains–it’s not fit for anyone to sleep in.”

“Well you can get that fixed tomorrow, can’t you?” Bruce asks, and the elder man only shrugs.

“No need.” He says. “She’ll be leaving in the morning.”


“Her stay has been cut short. She says she has to get going.” Alfred speaks in tone slightly sullen. Bruce can tell, even though he tries to hide it, that he’s disappointed–Y/N is about the only family he has left save for a few distant nephews and nieces, and it’s not so surprising that he’d want to spend time with her.

He feels a pang of sympathy shoot through him, and his eyes soften. “Did she say why?”

“Something about not wanting to miss class.” Alfred explains. “Apparently the semester is starting earlier for third years, so she’ll need to be in class next week, and she wants to prepare beforehand.”

“Well that’s unfortunate.”

“Indeed.” Alfred affirms. A silence follows, as Bruce watches the elder man arrange a disorganized collection of books in chronological, before then turning around.

“It’s late, sir.” He sighs. “I’ll be in my chambers.”

Bruce nods. “Goodnight, Alfred.”

“Master Wayne.” The older man exhales through his nose, and then finally exits the room. Bruce is left alone to bathe in the silence. It surrounds him like a crisp warm blanket for a few minutes, before, after mulling it over, he stands and makes for the exit.

Its her decision to make, and yes, she’s decided to leave, but the fact that Bruce doesn’t want her to go is what drives him to her room in the middle of the night, gingerly knocking, and then waiting for the door to open.

His head is tipped back until the door swings open.

He lowers it, and his gaze locks with hers, tired and out of focus.

Y/N stands, wearing a lilac tank top, and white lace boy-shorts he can vaguely make out through the wrap around her waist. Her hair is up in a disarrayed bun, and it takes all Bruce has to swallow the sharp gasp that just almost escapes him at that very moment.

He manages.

Y/N’s brow knits in confusion, and she opens the door wider. “Bruce..?”

His heart pounds in his chest at the tone of her voice; raspy and hoarse, unused. He can tell she’s been sleeping from the way she looks and sounds, and Bruce actually feels bad for waking her. He feels like he should leave now and let her rest, let her go back to bed and crawl under the covers and rest her pretty head, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to.

At the same time, he wants her to stay here, at the door, curved so easily against the doorframe and speaking to him in a sleepy voice and batting her volumous lashes, and yawning and he feels like his eyes shouldn’t be lingering on her body for so long because God, it’s so wrong, but–

“Did Uncle Alfred send you?” She innocently asks, oblivious to the fact that he’s been oggling at her body.

Bruce manages to shake himself out of a trance.

He tries to answer her, because she’s just a kid–god, she’s just a kid–and he shouldn’t even have to straighten himself out in the first place.

“No, he, uhm–he went to bed.” He stumbles.

“Oh, okay,” Her voice squeaks. “So what’s the matter?”

“Can I come in?” He asks more confidently now. Y/N moves aside, and he shuffles past her into the room

Shutting the door, she turns around to face him, arms crossed over her chest. Bruce moves along the periphery of the room, trailing his hand along all the trinkets and ornaments littering the shelves. He’s only been to Alfred’s room twice or thrice, and Y/N obviously catches onto this

“First time here?” She asks.

Bruce shakes his head. “Fourth, I think. Last I was in here your uncle was stitching me up.”

“What happened?”

“Hunting accident.” He lies as he moves along the mahogany dresser. “I was out with a friend trying to catch some deer. It back fired, and the thing ran right into me. Got me in the side. Missed my liver by just an inch.”

“Talk about a survivor.”


“ Well,” Y/N inhales deeply. “At least you’re alive.”

Bruce nods, but he’s barely paying attention to what she’s saying. Instead, he’s thinking about what he should say to keep her from leaving. Because that’s why he’s here in the first place. He came here to try and salvage her visit, keep her from leaving—but before he can even stop to think to stop himself, the words fly out from his mouth.

“You don’t have to go.”

“What?” Her small voice asks, heavily dressed in sleep.

The elder man turns to face her, locking his gaze with hers and trying to sound as persuasive as he can. “Just stick around for a while, keep your uncle company.”

“I have to get to school.”

“You will, trust me—I’ll personally have Alfred drive you out into town as soon as you please, but…”Bruce sighs as he inches closer to Y/N. He’s about a foot away. His expression is imploring and desperate almost; the knit of his brow, the crease of his lips.

“Your uncle was over the moon when you arrived. I mean, he barely sees you guys, his family. Don’t you think it would hurt him even just a smidge if you left just like that?”

“Uncle Fred can handle himself.” The Young girl argues, but he can see the guilt in the way she averts her eyes to the floor and crosses her arms over her chest. He’s getting to her, Bruce realizes. Great. All that’s left is the home run.

“Y/N,” he coaxes. She raises her gaze to his. “Just stay.”

Y/N then looks up at him. Her eyes, wide and y/e/c and glinting in the effervescent moonlight glue to his, and Bruce has to catch himself from sighing in awe.

He can’t help but let his eyes then wander to her lips; the way the pucker naturally when at rest, the luscious and plumpness of them. He wonders if they’re soft and if so, how soft?, but quickly cuts the thought out once he realizes how inappropriate it is.

The brown-eyed man focuses on Y/N, and she sighs in defeat. “Fine.”

Bruce tries and hide his excitement. “Fine?”

“I’ll….I’ll stay—but only just a while.” Y/N adds sternly. At least he thinks she’s trying to be stern. It comes out more looking like a little girl trying to mimick her mother and feign maturity,

He nods in good-nature. A smile curves its way onto Bruce lips.  “Okay then.”


It’s Wednesday afternoon when Bruce gets home from work, dumping his bag on the marble counter to announce his arrival.

But the house is dead silent save for the whistle of wind floating through the halls. In the kitchen sits a tray of freshly baked scones and some left-over tea—most likely for him—and the TV in the living room remains off. Bruce’s brow furrows in confusion. He remembers leaving Y/N and Alfred both at home, playing chess and eating rusks on the patio outside as he left for work. They’d offered him some breakfast and a round, but he’d kindly declined and left.

It’s hard for Bruce to even forget the scene. The entire time he was there, the only thing he could focus on was the jubilant and idyllic setting before him: both of them smiling, grinning from ear to ear, crumbs of their breakfast laid out among the chess pieces.

He’d never say it out loud but the whole morning he’d been thinking how he hadn’t seen his friend that happy in a long time.

He’s enjoying her company, Bruce realized sometime in the office as he sent out some emails. And that’s good. Great. God knows he needs it.

But where are they now?

He wanders around he house, checking room to room to room, but failing to find either of them. Eventually Bruce gives up and heads back into the kitchen, his bare feet padding against the chilled floor.

He stops at the counter for some scones and then fixes himself some tea and then settles down in the living room right in front of the television, hoisting his feet up onto the rest with a labored breath. Iron Chef is on. So is X-files. He settles on the latter, when—

“Hello?” A timid voice calls.

Bruce stills.

His formerly relaxing nerves go tense and in second he’s on his feet, eyes wild and curious. He turns his head towards the direction of the hallway. Desolate. Anyone, he realizes, could be hiding down there and just trying to lure him out so they can snap his neck.

It calls him, taunting him to come and explore.

And so he does.

Slipping his gun from his Holster, he cocks it and then begins to move.

The house is empty—or so he thought—and so the sound of his heavy feet against the wooden floorboards is nothing short of loud bang. Bruce curses internally. A dead giveway for his opponent.

He approaches closer and closer, like a tiger stalking its prey, arms at ready to pounce, when he begins to hear something. Water. Running. And then all of a sudden it stops.

He freezes, holding his gun up at eye level as the sound of wet footsteps in the distance echoes.

“Who’s there?” The voice calls from somewhere down the hall.Familiar. Scared.

Bruce stills. “Y/N?”


Of course it’s her. Which other female being would be lurking in the crannies of his home other than her?

The brown-eyed man feels his heart rate slow and his eyes flutter shut in relaxation. Down the hall the footsteps pad closer, wet and louder the closer they get until finally their possessor stops in their tracks.

Bruce’s eyes almost widen at the sight.

Because right down the hall, frail and timid, Y/N stands, holding a too-tiny towel in place to cover herself.

A beet-red hue begins to crawl up the elder-man’s neck. Y/N wipes some of her hair away from her face, water still dripping from her sodden form.

“Bruce, is that you?”

“Y/N,” Bruce is praying to the gods that his voice doesn’t crack from how hard he’s holding it in, trying to pace his jagged breathing because this is just too wrong. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” She says as she steps out into the light and Bruce notes how much smaller her towel is than he thought. “I just—“ She begins to inch closer. He holds his breath. “—I heard noises coming from down her and got a little frightened”

“Where’s your uncle?”He asks. Alfred promised to stay by her side at all times, and this is in no way aligning with their agreement.

“He went out to cut some firewood; he’ll probably be back soon.” Y/N’s brow furrows, and slowly her gaze travels to the object in his hand. She points at it. “Is that a gun?”

“Uhm….”Bruce hides it back in the Holster. “Just ignore that, yeah?”


“Come on,” All logic in his head argues against it, but Bruce goes ahead and rests his hand on Y’N’s wet shoulder. Dots of water from her shower lay across her skin along with some of her y/h/c hair as he wraps his fingers around, urging her to move. “You’re leaving water all over my rug.”

The young girl then looks down at her feet and, indeed, the ground is soaked in patches of dark burgundy.

“Shit…”Y/N sighs remorsefully, looking up at him. “Sorry about that.”

Bruce waves her off and then nudges her ahead to move, when he realizes he’s been too preoccupied trying to control his stares to notice that the towel only covers her front.

“Uhm…” Awkwardly, Y/N slithers from his grasp, holding the towel even tighter to her drizzled body with a bashful look. “….”

Bruce’s eyes bounce down to her legs—he immediately regrets it—and then hastily to anywhere that isn’t Y/N’s nude body, his face turning deep red. “Oh, Christ.“

“I’ll just go change and then meet you down in the kitchen, yeah?”

He nods wordlessly and shuts his eyes as she scampers off, and then opens them up when she’s sure Y/N’s gone. His heart is beating fast and his head is light. God that was painful. And embarrassing. And now his rug is soaking wet beneath his feet and his heart is pounding.

And Bruce feels stupid that the only thing he can think about right now is that who knew she had a tattoo.

The conversation at the breakfast table is surprisingly light despite the events of the afternoon, and Bruce is more than grateful. Ever since they sat down, Y/N has managed to ward off any awkward and uncomfortable auras by acting like the whole thing didn’t happen and he hadn’t walked in on her naked, holding a gun out and nearly getting the perfect sight of her nud—

Stop it.

He can’t think of that now. He shouldn’t. She’s sitting right across from him, going on about something about her college and taking small dwarf-like bites out of an apple. His mind should be as clean and innocent as that of a child—of her.

Bruce allows himself a deep breath and tries to steer clear of any inappropriate thoughts, sipping on his tepid coffee and listening to Y/N’s rant. They’re sitting outside on the patio. Crumbs and remnants of this morning’s breakfast remain on the table, but both of them just ignore it.

“….it’s really not that big of a deal. I can always just major in English and get a job doing something I love, but….”Y/N’s voice trails off and the corners of her crease as she shrugs. “…they’re the ones paying for me.”

She’s talking about her family, Bruce remembers. “So they can’t let you decide what you study?” He takes a bite of his own food and washes it down with some coffee.

Y/N’s jaw moves as she chews. “It’s not like that exactly. My uncle is just really strict about having some sort of impact in my life. He wants me to do marine biology.”

“Hm. High-level.”

“Yeah, no shit.” She swallows. “I don’t want to though. Too hard. Plus, I’m not even passionate about marine life. At least not as much as I am about things like writing or journalism.”

“Not a fan of the ocean?”

“What do you think?”

Bruce laughs and bows his head as Y/N titters from across him. “Well…”He starts. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable doing. It’s really up to you.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Y/N asks, almost mystified. When Bruce looks up from his breakfast, he finds her looking at him. Staring. With a scrutinizing look that makes him feel like some sort of fossil on display in a museum.

“It is.” He confirms and then smiles subtly. It’s more a smirk really. And Y/N mirrors him.

Only she raises one eyebrow deviously, tilts her head to the side, and then nods and goes back to eating her breakfast.

Bruce only chuckles and shakes his head. Kids. He notices the food on her plate is done.

“Still hungry?” He offers her his bagel.

The young-girl kindly declines. “Oh, no—I’m stuffed. Thanks.”

Bruce nods. They sit for a while and talk. About his work, about her school. She’s studying to be a journalist and plans to get a job in the Daily Planet.

“There’s a rumor going around that Superman is incognito as one of the journalists there, you know?” Y/N whispers excitedly, holding her seemingly colossal cup in frail hands that make it look huger than it is.

“That’s why it’s called a rumor.” He says. “Because it’s not fact.”

“It’s not fiction either.”

“Drink your tea.”

She  giggles some more and sips on her drink.

Bruce smiles.

She’s sweet. And funny. And smart. He guesses he should have expected that from someone related to the quick-witted Alfred, but he’s still taken by surprise…and delight. It’s been a while since he’s sat down to talk to anyone like this. About himself, about…well, anything really. He’s always ruminating. Looming.

Except for right now.

Right now, he’s sitting here on his patio, cross-legged and sleeves folded up, and talking to this beautiful, funny creature that he just can’t get enough of. And if Bruce weren’t so profusely focused Y/N’s lips moving as she told him about the benefits of Ceylon tea, then maybe he would have realized what he’d just called her.


I’m a sucker for age-gap stories :3

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Hope you’re having a very festive season, and a great day!

anonymous asked:

Hi. Can I get one of RFA+V&Saeran convincing MC to stop procrastinating and do their homework?

As someone who’s currently procrastinating and not working on that research paper I should definitely be working on…I’ll write this, lol.

I’m a terrible procrastinator (which is why I tend to disappear for a few days every once in a while because I need to make up what I procrastinate on)

I hope these are okay. Saeran’s and V’s feel a bit weird, I was pretty tired when I wrote them. 

Yoosung: He is beyond gifted when it comes to procrastination and can find basically anyway to avoid the work that he probably should be doing, so none of MC’s excuses for putting off the essay get past him.

“I’m just going to take a shower first. Then I’ll get started.” They assured him.

Yoosung rolled his eyes, pulling on MC’s hand. “You still haven’t started even though we’ve been sitting here for 20 minutes.” He pointed out and MC looked away. “It’s due in two days right?”

MC hesitated, looking at him. “I’ve done essays in less time.”

“And it’s almost killed you, hasn’t it?” He demanded. “You get it done, but you don’t sleep and spend the entire time panicking about what would happen if you didn’t get it done. It doesn’t have to be that way if we get even a little bit done tonight and I’m willing to help you.”

MC bit their lip, looking at Yoosung’s eager expression. He wanted to help them, the desperation was evident in his expression. He wanted to motivate MC like he always said they motivated him.

“So first I need a thesis.”

Jaehee: “It’s not going to get any easier to write the more time goes on. It’s just going to give you even less time to edit it and make it better.”

“But I don’t know what I’m going to write it on Jaehee!” They whined.

“You’re not going to know anymore than you already do now. It’s only going to hurt you to push this off MC.”

“But I’ve honestly tried to write it and I can’t. I don’t know what I want to say let alone how to compose it properly.”

“Then just talk to me. Say what you want to say in your paper. You don’t have a to write a single word, just talk.” Jaehee stood up. “Let’s go into the kitchen. I can make us some coffee and you can start talking. I can help you get your thoughts out on paper after that.”

MC nodded gratefully and took Jaehee’s hand to follow her into the kitchen.

“Once you have the paper done you can either stop or you can keep making it better, and that’s your choice because you’ll have it done. Just save yourself the panic of not having anything done the night before.”

Jumin: “There is no way this is going to go well.” He said, looking over the three paragraphs that MC had typed on their computer. The three paragraphs that it had taken them nearly an hour and a half to write seeing as they kept getting distracted.

I’m cold.

I’m just going to get something to drink.

Elizabeth 3rd looked lonely.  

“I’ve started it.” They said gesturing towards the computer.

“It’s a good start.”

“I can write the rest later, I normally don’t get this far before the night before things are due anyway.”

“You need to sleep.” He commented, seemingly out of the blue. He did that a lot, saying seemingly random things, only to hesitate and back them up a few moments later. “If you leave this paper to the night before it’s due than you’re going to have to rush to do the whole thing and you’re going to panic and won’t sleep.”


“You’ll thank me for this later on, please just hear me out and do this.”

Zen: “Love me Zen,” They murmured, wrapping their arms tightly around him and burying their face in his shoulder, humming happily as he ran his fingers aimlessly through their hair.

“How much did you get done?” He asked, glancing back down at the script in his lap that he was currently try and failing to memorise.

“I don’t think very much.” They sighed. “I stared at that book, but couldn’t take anything in. The moment I looked away I couldn’t remember a single thing. I think I just need to meet with someone who understands what’s going on in that class better than I do.”

“It’s not really a matter of understanding though, you know that. You just memorise what’s written down and then you write it down in a few days during the test.”

“I’m not very good at memorising.”  

“You have plenty of time. You don’t have to be good at memorising anything, you just have to repeat it over and over again and learn it until you can repeat it without the book.” Zen hesitated. ”If you start now it won’t be too bad MC, but you can’t put this off. You can not memorise this all in one night.

“You just told me that you’re not good at memorising. If you were good at memorising than maybe you could but you just told me you weren’t.”

“I just want to stay here with you.” They mumbled.

“You can then. I’ll help you study this, you don’t have to learn all this on your own. I wasn’t ever very good at school, but my brother was and he used to help me study all the time, and besides, I’ve gotten pretty good at memorising things pretty quickly what with all the scripts.”  


“So will you let me help you?”

“Let me get my book.” they pouted, reluctantly pulling away from him and standing up.

707: “It’s not like it’s really that hard, is it?” He asked as MC glanced away from their laptop, grateful for any distraction from their work. “You just learn the answers, go to class and the teacher passes out the paper and you write down the answers.”

“You really are a genius aren’t you?” MC asked in a faintly disbelieving tone.

He shrugged, laughing softly.

“Then how is it that you really don’t get it?” They asked with an overly dramatic sigh. “It’s not that easy for everyone else. We normal people don’t know the answers immediately upon seeing the question. We don’t memorise the fact the first time the teacher mentions it.”

Seven frowned slightly.

“It takes hours and hours of studying and we still normally don’t get perfect scores.”

“Then why are you putting it off to the last moment?” Seven asked, seemingly genuinely curious as to why they’d do something like that despite his own habit for procrastination.

“For the exact same reason you put off your work to play games with Yoosung or to make a robotic cat, because I don’t want to do it now.”

“If you want I’ll help you study it,” he offered, holding out his hand. “That might at least help make it more fun.”

“I was just going to do it later,” They mumbled, their argument seeming weak almost immediately. He didn’t even have to say a single word for them to give in.”

V: “I believe in you.” He murmured, his chin resting gently against the top of MC’s head. “I’m begging you, please don’t put this off MC.”

“I have no inspiration to do…anything on this project and nobody in my group has done anything yet. We have to come up with a plan before I or anyone involved can actually do anything.”

V laughed, pulling away. It was clear that he didn’t believe a single word of theirs, but he didn’t seem upset, just slightly disbelieving. 

“You could take initiative.” He suggested, “Get started and that way you know things will be done instead of panicking the night before it’s due when it turns out that nobody’s done anything even then.”

“But we’re a group, we’re supposed to do equal parts of the work.” They mumbled, knowing that they’d already lost this argument. 

“Just because you’re supposed to doesn’t mean that everyone will. You should at least get something started so that they have something to base their work off of. And you if you have to do the entire thing on your own later on, at least you have something started.” He frowned slightly, “I’m not saying not to have faith in your group. That’s not what I meant, I’m just saying that procrastinating on this isn’t going to help anyone.” 

Saeran: He knew that this would happen, mainly for the reason that, every time MC had been assigned any kind of school work since he met them they’d find some way to push it off to the last minute while making their excuses seem rather logical. 

“I have to finish this assignment first,” Was a common excuse of theirs, in reference to yet another thing they had procrastinated on, often followed by insisting that they hadn’t slept in a week which he knew to be a false statement though he never said anything. 

“I need to do some more research before I get started.” They said, a pathetic excuse to put off the work. 

It was a terrible idea to procrastinate by using the excuse of other work that you actually had to do. 

He rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath that MC couldn’t quite make out followed by, “I can help with the research.” He spoke quickly, almost as if he were embarrassed or terribly afraid of somehow saying the wrong thing. “I mean, only if you want me to…” He added hurriedly. 

Maybe MC didn’t want his help. 

“Could you?” They asked, eyes widening. “I’m having trouble finding any decent resources, I keep feeling like I don’t have enough information to get started.” 

He gave them a small, rare smile, pleased that MC accepted his help. 

Not only did they accept his help, they were happy. They wanted his help, were excited to get it. Nobody had ever, as far back as Saeran could remember, been happy that he offered to help them. At worst he was a pain, at best it was what was expected of him, but the thought of MC wanting him to help make his face feel warm.

He was valuable to her.

She wanted his help. 

“I used to do a lot of research before,” He hesitated, not entirely wanting to talk about the past. Not now at least. “I was pretty good at it and I’d like to help you if I could.” 

He barely stopped himself from screaming slightly as MC pulled him into a tight hug, burying their face in his shoulder. He’d immediately tensed at the contact, but MC didn’t let go. He was grateful for that. 

Flinching away from touch from anyone was second nature to him, but now that he’d realised that it was MC and that she didn’t mean him any harm he managed to relax a bit and actually found the contact to be nice. 

“We should probably get started,” He mumbled, not entirely wanting this moment to end. 

okay, but, imagine sirius taking up knitting so that he can make things for remus
  • Sirius notices early on how much Remus adores warm sweaters and cozy hats and scarves. 
  • I mean, it would be hard not to notice, considering he wears them throughout the year no matter the weather. 
  • So when Sirius starts to realize he has a huge crush on Remus halfway through the fourth year, he comes up with the perfect plan to woo him.
  • But it turns out knitting is far more difficult than he expected. 
  • Sirius starts to stay up late into the night, curtains closed, practicing his knitting so that he can make Remus the perfect sweater. 
  • It gets harder and harder to hide his plan from the other marauders, as Sirius usually doesn’t spend time hidden behind the curtains of his four-poster bed. (And the pile of knitted things grows bigger and bigger…) 
  • Thankfully, Remus is oblivious to this, as he has spent countless hours in the library studying for his O.W.L.s. 
  • Time passes, the Marauders have begun their fifth year, and the holiday season is steadily moving closer. 
  • Sirius has been trying to woo Remus in many different ways, much to James and Peter’s amusement. 
  • When Hanukkah finally rolls around, Sirius begins to leave small gifts on Remus’ bed, wrapped neatly and addressed to Remus with love from your Secret Admirer
  • As the nights go by, the gifts get more and more elaborate, from knitted mittens to soft knitted scarves. 
  • Remus has no idea who’s giving him these presents, but the next day he wears the gifts with a small smile on his face. 
  • The final night of Hanukkah arrives, and in the gifts’ usual place is a small note that tells Remus that he’ll find the last present in the astronomy tower. 
  • Of course, Sirius is worried that Remus won’t feel the same way, but he’s got to follow through on his plan, he can’t back out now. 
  • As soon as Remus walks through the door, he sees Sirius standing under the stars, holding the coziest looking sweater he’s ever seen. 
  • Remus is so taken aback that he’s just standing there with his hands covering his mouth, and Sirius is so nervous that his knees have gone wobbly. 
  • Remus finally breaks out of the daze he’s in, and runs towards Sirius, pulling him into a tight hug. 
  • From that night on, Remus is almost always seen wearing the sweater that Sirius made him, and if Sirius has developed a knitting obsession in his quest to court Remus, well, Remus surely isn’t one to complain. 

im kinda tired of seeing ppl mocking others on social media just bc their writing or their art isnt up to their standards. when youre a budding writer or artist just starting off in fandom, or when youre a fan whose first language isnt english it can be difficult and scary to put yourself out there, and this kind of cruelty can bring abt the end of what could have been a great experience.

fandom should be a place ppl feel safe enough to post smth they worked hard on and put effort into, not a place to be publicly made fun of and ridiculed. 

anonymous asked:

You should totally write more Dva/Sombra you write their voices and actions down really well!!

Ahh thank you! 

I will probably come back to that ficlet when I’m done with other prompts my friends have for me. I really want to write these two having sex lol. Especially with my idea that when Sombra really likes someone she kind of comes up with ways to make herself vulnerable to them? 

Power and control and taking advantage of people is pretty hard-wired into Sombra, so I imagine she’s got some weird-ass ideas on how best to court a girl.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've read all of your comics since I found you and I really love them! I've never wrote to you, but now, I think I should. My dad died last year, and since then I feel like Papyrus. I'm so afraid that people will stop reaching out to me because Im not able to reciprocate right now. Weirdly, knowing that a character I love feels the same way makes me feel less crazy. Thank you for your comics. I never thought I could relate with a video game skeleton, lol. You are amazing-thank you!

Thank you so much for taking your time and writing to me. It always means a lot, when someone decides to do that.

It is weird how relatable those skeletons are, not only in my comic, or in the fic i based the comic on. I’ll keep on and continue this epilogue story, and hopefully, Papyrus will open up more, or just…feel better :3 That’s the end goal.

I’m so sorry you experienced such loss. I wish you all the best and I hope you’ll be alright.

anonymous asked:

As someone who would be SO BOTHERED by it, I can't ever tell if do or don't enjoy when someone asks you if you're gonna write a song for some character eventually? Hopefully it's not THE WORST.

I’m not bothered by it at all! Nothing anyone can say can make me write a song I don’t already wanna write and sometimes people have really good song ideas I haven’t thought of that end up inspiring me

I always appreciate song suggestions even if I’ve only ever ended up using like, 3 of them lol



-WRITE. EVERYTHING. On free responses this is crucial. Write everything that comes to mind. I don’t care if you have to explain the reasoning behind 4+2=6, if that helps you, do it.

-DON’T BOX OR CIRCLE ANSWERS. This goes hand in hand with the tip above. If you write everything and don’t circle anything, the graders will have to scan all of your work for something that looks like the answer. This increases your chances of getting all the points to the question, since this really makes them look at what you did. Boxing something makes it so they only look at that answer. Bad news, kid.

-PUT BRAND NEW BATTERIES THE NIGHT BEFORE THE TEST. The worst thing is having your lifeline give out on you during the calculator parts of the test. Don’t let that happen. By law the entire test is possible without a calculator, but that’s some Einstein shit. Just have a calculator.

-TAKE ADVANTAGE OF USING YOUR PERSONAL CALCULATOR. There are hundreds of programs for TI’s online made by Texas Instruments themselves that you can easily download onto your calculator that are perfectly legal. Save yourself those extra seconds here and there, it all adds up.

-WRITE STUFF DOWN, THEN PUT IT IN YOUR CALCULATOR. Don’t punch stuff before writing it down. The work counts more than the final answer, that only counts for one point but the work involved may be two points or more. Write stuff down first, not only it helps you keep track of your thoughts but it saves points when it comes down to the final moments.

-SPEAKING OF FINAL MOMENTS, DON’T LEAVE ANYTHING BLANK. And I mean anything. Fill in random answers (or educated guesses if there’s time) for multiple choice, put random numbers for free response. I’m serious. If the question asks if there’s a max or a min and you don’t have time to work it out, pick an answer and make up a reason. Often times having an explanation that correlates with your answer, even if its wrong, still gets you points.

-IF YOU GET THE FIRST PART OF A QUESTION WRONG, DON’T GIVE UP. If part A is wrong, but parts B,C, and D use information from part A, you can still get a majority of the credit. If they see you were able to apply information you obtained correctly, even if its the wrong values they’ll give you full credit for those last parts. Keep going, even if you’re not sure. 

-GET UP EARLY, EAT A GOOD BREAKFAST, YOU’LL BE FINE!!! Please don’t stress, eat a banana, do whatever helps. I wish you all the best of luck, let’s do this!!

How to Write a Scorpion Episode

Your ultimate guide to writing your very own episode of the hit CBS high-octane drama Scorpion, by @sheisagenius and I! 

1) Pick an EoC (Element of Conflict) 
The driving issue of your plot/case for Team Scorpion to solve. This could be a super weapon (preferably nuclear), a deadly virus/disease, trapping someone somewhere, software hacking/bugs, etc. 

2) Pick a Location 
Bonus points if it’s abroad, EXTRA points if you make the place up.

3) Pick a Ship
It can NEVER be both Waige and Quintis in the same episode. One or the other.

4) Pick an Underlying Theme
This could be, for example, Toby’s gambling, Paige’s education, Happy opening up to people - THEN beat people over the head with the message throughout the episode. Make sure you have both an opening scene and an end scene that relate directly to this message, as well as some lines during the case. 

Do not feel the need to bring it up ever again in any other future episode. 

5) Wrap it Up in a Bow 
Create an extremely convenient resolution. Don’t be afraid to make it convenient almost the point of implausibility. Also, no need to have any consequences for any actions, it’ll all be fine. Resolve your underlying issue as it relates to the theme. 

Choose 1 relatively obscure song that has nothing to do with the episode at all and play it at the end. 

**IMPORTANT - Always use the same structure of: 
- opening scene (theme/ship) 
- case 
- case
- case
- mention of theme somehow
- case
- Team Scorpion saves the day
- Garage end scene (theme/ship resolution)

* Character catchphrases
* One (or more) character facing imminent death - and somehow miraculously escaping
* Ralph (for like 2 seconds)
* Coffee
* Ridiculously over the top stunts
* Terrible green screen graphics 
* Maybe Ferret Bueller, if you’re feeling adventurous 


anonymous asked:

I don't believe that Julie came up with Even with the intention of making him such a huge character and giving him his own season - but honestly? I strongly believe that she has changed her mind. Both after the response that he has gotten from us, and how much we love and need such a strong storyline, and through writing him herself. I've seen a lot of people saying 'but that's not the plan, it's supposed to focus on the 99s' well plans change tbh.

‘well plans change tbh’ me every time someone says it goes against the pattern lol

Um sorry for taking so long to write this school just started. So I’ll write stuff on Friday’s, Saturday’s, and Sundays. Um idk how to make someone british so lol.

You didn’t want to do this to Calum. You loved him so much. Calum was the perfect boyfriend. He was cute,nice and he was in the coolest band ever. When his management called you up last night they told you that you had to break up with Calum.

“Why do I have to break up with him, it’s not like we’ve been getting in every magazine with tons of rumors about us.”

“You have to so he can focus on his work. This new album has to be bigger than the second and you’re just a distraction of his.” A man said over the phone.

“I refuse to follow through with this.” 

“If you don’t do this then serious there will be consequences for you and Calum so I suggest you break up with him tomorrow. Thank you bye” Then he hung up.

 You couldn’t believe what was happening. What could they possibly do to you? Fire you from your job? You were one of their tour managers but it was a paid internship. What would happen to Calum? Would they force him to leave the band? You weren’t sure what would happen but you knew that there would be a bad outcome for the both of you if you didn’t break up with him.

Calum was going to be at your apartment in London soon. He stayed with the boys but he would come over to your place to hang out with you.

With a knock on the door you walked over to the door unlocking it and opening it.

“Hey (Y/N)!!” Calum said hugging you. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a black muscle shirt.

“Hey Cal come on in” You said. 

Calum walked in throwing himself on the couch, laying down and grabbing the remote turning the television on. You laid down next to Calum snuggling into his side. Caulm put his arm around your shoulder. This would probably be the last time you could do this before you broke the news. 

After about 2 hours of watching old episodes of The Office with him you decided to tell him that you had to break the news. You got up to go to the bathroom before you told him. 

“Where’re you goin” Calum asked you.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

When you got back you sat down at the end of the couch were Calum’s feet were.

“Come lay down next me me (Y/N)” Calum said looking at you.

“Calum I need to tell you something.” Your eyes began to sting so you rubbed them with the back of your hands whipping away any signs of tears.

“Whats wrong babe?” Calum asked you sitting up. 

“Calum, I never loved you” It hurt you to say it.

“What, what are you talking about?”

I never loved you” You whispered under your breath.

Calum looked at you with his big brown eyes. You could see tears forming in his eyes.

“What have I done?” Calum’s eyes were staring right into your eyes. This is how he got to you. You guys just knew each other by how he looked into your eyes. A couple of tears were on his cheeks. God you hated seeing him like this.

“Calum I’m not gonna say it again. Just leave, please.” You said looking at your hands in your lap.

“(Y/N) I just wanna say I love you” He said. Calum wiped his face with his hands, slipped on his vans and walked out the door.

You put your face into the couch pillows ad started crying. Seeing Calum like this tore you apart.

2 weeks later

2 weeks went by without any texting or calls between you and Calum. Michael and Luke wanted to hang out with you though. They would help you take your mind off of Calum. They were like your best friends. You knew they were at your apartment when you could hear Michael screaming outside your door telling Luke to “SHUT UP” . You laughed and answered the door.

“(Y/N)!!!!” Michael yelled.

“Hey (Y/N) “ Luke said with a smile.

“Hey guys come in.”

They both walked in and sat down at the counter.

“So hows writing the new album going?” You asked them.

“Good, It’s gonna be better than the last one. I can’t wait for you to hear it.” Luke said.

“I can’t wait to hear it either.”

“Hey (Y/N) what happened between you and Calum?” Michael asked you.

“Um, well…..” Your eyes began to sting.

“I had to break up with Calum” You tried to tell them but it came out as a sob.

“What why? You two are perfect for each other” Michael said walking over to  hugging you.

“I..I had to”

“Why?” Luke asked you.

You wiped your face with your sleeve and began to breath so that you could tell them.

“Management called me and told me that I had to break up with Calum. I don’t know why.”  

“Well that’s bullshit” Michael said looking over at Luke.

“Yeah that’s fucking stupid. You still love him right?” Luke asked.

“Yeah of course”

“I can’t fucking believe this. He’s been so miserable lately. He’s come into the studio every day with red eyes or he just looks tired.He won’t talk to us.” Michael told you.

“We’re gonna make this right for you guys.” Michael said.

“I can’t stand seeing two of my bestest friends, miserable. C’mon Luke we need to go talk to someone.” Michael said walking towards the door as Luke got up from his seat following him.

“I promise I’ll make this right for you two” Michael said hugging you.

“See yah later (Y/N)” Luke said waving good bye to you.

2 days later

It was nearly 11 at night which meant that it was time to go to bed. You were wearing one of Calum’s old t-shirts he’d given you forever ago. After watching your favorite show you turned the t.v off.  You walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water for bed. When you were about to walk to your room you heard a knock on the door. Who would be coming over at this hour of the night? You thought. You tiptoed over to the door to look through the peep hole to see who was outside your door. You closed one eye and got up on your tip toes to see who it was. 

It was him. CALUM. What did he want? 

“Calum? What do you want, we can’t be together don’t you get it?” You said through the door. Calum looked at the peep hole looking you straight in the eye.

“(Y/N) I can see you just open the door I really need to tell you something. C’mon” Calum said it almost came out as a whine.

“Ok ok but you’re not staying here for long.”

You unlocked the door and he was standing infront of you. He was wearing a hoodie and some basket ball shorts with a black snapback turned backwards. God he was hot.



“(Y/N) why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“Michael and Luke told me everything”

“I don’t know they told me that I had to so I didn’t question it. I can’t afford to loose this job and so can’t you. I know how much the band means to you and I can’t take that away from you”

“Fuck what they say I still fucking love you.” Calum said then he walked towards you and brought you into a hug. You missed this. His smell, his grasp on you, the height difference between you, how you felt safe in his arms. 

“Calum I missed you so much.” You sobbed into his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry (Y/N) the problems fixed now, Michael threatened them. He told them that he would leave which wasn’t an option for us so they told him that I could date you again” Calum was swaying back and forth now with you in his arms.

You looked up at him and kissed him.

“I love you Calum.”

“I love you too”

OMG THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE!!. This is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written.  Hope you like it :-)


I was tagged by @pineapplecrushface  (I love your writing btw! I was so flattered that you tagged me)

Rules: tag 9 people you would like to get to know better

Relationship status: :) I’m with someone

Favorite color: yellow and blue

Pets: I have a black mutt named Sirius (he looks kinda like a black lab and shepherd mix. I love him). I’m also a godmother/fake aunt to two crazy rats named Scout and Cookie.

Last song i listened to: Take a Chance on Me by ABBA

Favorite tv show: Well, I just finished Peaky Blinders and I liked it a lot.

First fandom: Hetalia was the first thing I read fanfic for, lol.

Hobbies: reading, making up stories but never writing them down, cooking, dancing and listening to music, hanging out with my dog and the rats, talking to my friends, getting 12 tabs deep into wikipedia, reading science articles, and watching LGBT/queer movies

Books I’m currently reading: I’m reading The Sparrow by Mary Doris Russel! I haven’t finished it yet, but I’d recommend it to anyone who enjoys science fiction, suspense, horror/thriller, somewhat sinister religious themes, space and aliens, anthropology, and questions of humanity. I’m also supposed to be reading His Dark Materials for my book club (of 2 members) but I keep procrastinating (Sorry, Cat).

I’m kinda shy… feel free to not interact if you’re not feeling it. @theshinypancham @customgender @kirklesbian @disc0tech-juliet@moontowers @protectspock @totsoftater @shoesforbird @drawnsheep 

A heartfelt message to brighten your day

You are a beautiful human bean.
I don’t care what you look like.
I don’t care what gender you are.
I don’t care if you’re diagnosed with something.
I don’t care if you’re that one person that eats chips in a quiet area and makes a really loud crunch noise.
I don’t care if you relate more to animals than humans.
I don’t care if you face the showerhead or not.
I DO care if you feel awful about yourself.
I DO care if you are socially awkward.
I DO care if you need positive confirmation on a regular basis.
If you are EVER in need of a friend to talk to, I’ll be here.
I have access to Tumblr most hours a day.
If you send me something and I don’t respond, it’s because I either didn’t see it, or I’m writing an emotional essay to try and cheer you up.
Please, DON’T bottle things up. It’s like shaking a soda can. Eventually, that thing’s gonna burst and make a huge mess.
You gotta get outside help to gently release the pressure.
Only then can things start to get better.

Guys idk mb I’m not smart enough lmao but these academic texts are making me frustrated like it’s so much information I’m trying to put together and when I understand what the writer is talking abt it only exists in my mind in an abstract way. I find it hard to write it down in words. I have to write notes so I remember what my thoughts n shit were 4 my 90 min discussion class and idk maybe if someone says something I may have a better time saying what I read out loud idk but I need to hve a sort of script in these settings bc lol axienty make my words and thoughts twist up.participation is obviously the big part of my grade so I’m trying to prepare and do my best but I’m stressing
Also I can’t read large amount of text on screens I need it in paper format!! But that’s to much money to print lord help me.
I know everything is going to b okay because all I need is practice in reading this shit but still I feel silly


HOLD UP. It’s been a YEAR and they haven’t done it!?

…all I’m saying is if I were dating Zyg, I’d have tried to get in his pants in a - lot - sooner than a year… ;;ㅋㅅㅋ

REMEDY Fanfiction Challenge Chigago PD

Ok so here it finally is, the first chapter, I hope you enjoy reading it. This really was a challenge :) I also wanna thank @laurabelle2930 for being my BETA. And @fromthewild-north for inspiring me. Your up next Holland, do your worst. lol

The title is inpired from Adele’s song Remedy

@fromthewild-north @laurabelle2930 @cb150681 @aguscha333 @beyourownwonderland @justkillingtimewhileiwait  @gilded-peony


Fandom : Linstead

Tv show : Chicago PD

Rated: T ( for now )

Rules : Every writer in this challenge has to write a chapter to this story. The chapter must be posted weekly on Sunday. Who want’s to post earlier can do so. If someone is late please contact ( make a post ) your co- authors to notify them and people who like and read the story.

Chapter One by @captainolicitysbedroom or @chicagounivers-linstead

Jay Halstead hadn’t expected to find his true love at two in the morning in a shady bar in downtown Chicago, and he certainly didn’t expect it to happen the way that it did.

His day had started out quietly. He woke up alone to the always, empty apartment. He had gotten used to it by now, but that didn’t mean he liked it. Ever since he had gotten back from war, he had lived in that same place. Today he had an interview for a new job in a special unit of the Chicago police department, under Sargent Hank Voight. He hated to be a snitch, but he didn’t really have a choice. His brother, Will, had made some bad choices over the last few months, after their mom died, and now to keep him out of jail, Jay had to go undercover to find evidence against Hank Voight. Hank Voight was in prison for stealing money from a crime scene, and now people upstairs were wondering how he got out so quickly. The other lingering issue was how he managed to get his own unit. Jay wasn’t interested in all that, he only wanted to get his brother out of the mess he’d created. He was all that was left of his family. So that was it. That was the only reason he was going to join the unit in the first place. At least that was what he thought that morning. The plan was to get the job and get close to a girl named Erin, the daughter of the Sargent. He had it all planned out in his head, this was going to be a quick fix to his brothers problems. Nothing an ex military like him couldn’t handle. He prepared himself to go undercover and for just a split second his mind drifted back to the war he was in, what he had lost and had tried to forget over these past month. He ordered his thoughts and stepped into the shower.

The hot water ran down his dark blonde hair and down over his muscular body. He took his time, letting the water cleanse him, as he tried to rid the sins he had yet to commit. His mind wandered back to the places he wanted to so badly forget but somehow couldn’t. The water got colder, he pushed the handle to regulate the temperature water so it would get hot again but it didn’t work. “Really?” He shouted out. Why was that always happening to him. Something must have been wrong with the boiler. He made a mental note to call the landlord after work.

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