someone's going to get mad about me about this

anonymous asked:

Can you write about lance (from voltron) getting angry? like snaping, because I feel like we haven't seen lance truly angry yet, all the times we have seen him mad, but it seemed more agitated to me, and so I would love it if you wrote about lance snapping, just him being so sick of everything and someone makes a bad comment at the wrong time and he just snaps and he is terrifying, please? (p.s can it be super angst?)

Sorry if this is quite what you wanted, but here you go anon!

I image Lance as someone who would let himself get beat up but would kick someone’s ass if they dared to touch his friend, as well as being quietly intimidating since he often is loud and the contrast shows how serious he’s being.

Warning for some light swearing!

Lance made his way towards the kitchen, he was up a bit earlier than usual, though not overly so. He had gotten enough scoldings from Allura to know he needed to get his shit together. He often feels like he’s holding back the team and he is willing to make double the effort to become useful.

As he approached the entrance to the kitchen, he heard the muffled sounds of his teammates talking. Hoping Hunk was working his magic and preparing something other than the bland food goo, he sped up a tad. His fantasies of Hunk’s cooking ended abruptly when he got close enough to clearly make out what one of the voices was saying

“-know he’s trying, but he has to step it up! He’s lagging behind all of us.” He heard Shiro say

Lance stopped in his tracks. Shiro, Lance’s hero, just openly spoke about some of Lance’s biggest insecurities.

He spun around to go back to his room, however, dozens of cheesy soap operas and cliché scenes of drama being started from someone misinterpreting, mishearing, or misunderstanding made him stay.

He pressed his back against the wall, and he slid down it until he was sitting. He was a couple feet away from the doorway so while he could make out what his team was saying, he still had time to react and get up if he heard footsteps.

“I say we make him train more,” was Keith’s less than helpful input in lance’s opinion. He has trained a lot on his own, but he just wasn’t improving fast enough.

“Guys, Lance tries really hard, lay off a little,” Lance appreciated Hunk’s support and confidence in him, though it didn’t make Shiro and Keith’s comments sting any less

“Hunk, we know you’re the closest to Lance, but doesn’t that make your opinion a little more biased?”

“Lance isn’t at the same level as us, and he needs to get there.”

Hunk desperately tried to defend him but Lance knew it was a lost cause at this point, the more he listened to, the more he got frustrated. He contemplated getting up and leaving to calm himself down in his room now that he knew this wasn’t a misinterpretation; he was the subject of the conversation, more specifically, his inadequacy.

“Shouldn’t you get back to cooking or something? Shiro and I were discussing this and you kind of butted in,” Lance snapped to attention at that comment, did Keith seriously just say that?

Before Lance even processed what he was doing, he stormed into the kitchen, walked up into Keith’s startled face, his own looking furious, “What the hell did you just say?” his tone was even in a terrifying way

Keith seemed to understand it was a rhetorical question, Shiro seemed unnerved by Lance’s uncharacteristically serious tone.

“Lance, it was nothing-”

“That’s bull, Hunk, and you know it. That was entirely uncalled for.” Lance turned back towards the other two presences in the room, “Listen and listen well. If you even breathe another word that belittles, demeans, puts down, or even suggests Hunk did anything wrong when he hasn’t done a damn thing, then you’d better hope and pray I am as far behind in training as you suggest I am.” His tone was chilling, his eyes locked onto Keith’s, his icy glare effectively putting out the fire in Keith’s.

Keith soon snapped out of it and seemed to contemplate something before speaking, “So are you saying that if we insult Hunk you’ll be more motivated to train harder?” that was the wrong thing to say.

The ice in Lance’s gaze melted, being replaced with a fire that could burn anyone it was directed at, “If you dare to suggest what I think you are, my position on the team will not be your main concern.” his voice had started low, rising with every word, “Are we clear?” his words were short and tight, intimidating everyone in the room.

Nods from both Shiro and Keith were enough for Lance, he wasn’t going to let it go right away but he knew they understood.

“Alright, good,” Lance questioned if he should address what had spurred Hunk being dismissed and decided he would if only a little.

Lance locked eyes with Keith “What you say cuts deep,” he glanced at Shiro “Both of you. I looked up to you both, but I can take it. I know my faults, I know where I need improvement, and Hunk’s right, I do try…”

Lance’s voice had gotten soft as it trailed off, his eye’s having found themselves trained on the floor directly in front of his feet, he could feel the pitying gaze of the other three “All you are doing is vocalizing thoughts I’ve had a thousand times over,” Lance shook himself out of it and looked up again, Shiro and Keith stood in front of him ”but what I can’t take is you putting down my best friend when he has done nothing wrong.”

Lance had just about burned out, getting angry was exhausting. He was done with being frustrated for today, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, initially heading back to his room before opting to go to the only place he knew he couldn’t be disturbed. Blue.

person: how r u 

me on the inside: in dodie’s new album “you” available on itunes, spotify, cd, vinyl etc came out and I love all of the songs and the song you makes me warm and reminisce about old crushes and the instrumental makes me cry like dodie does to la la land and 6/10 is a song that I hear in my brain all the time because I always feel like a 6/10 and secret for the mad makes me feel better about my horrible anxiety because I won’t regret it and would you be so kind reminds me of love and good memories and a complicated relationship with someone and i’m the middle makes me want to dance and get funky and I go crazy when it’s the line “talk about you taste in women” and I’m overly passionate and I love this ep so much 

me on the outside: I’m fine

MBTI Types Get Hurt

INFP, ISFP:  I’m…. *sobbing* IM FINE. *falls into a depression spiral and recovers 6 months later*

ENFJ, ESFJ: YOU HURT ME HOW DARE YOU DO THAT OMG YOU’RE SO MEAN, I’LL NEVER TALK TO YOU AGAIN, I’LL MAKE EVERYONE HATE YOU. But I still love you tho ;)

ISFJ, ISTJ: Listens to 70s songs and looks out the window while rain falls onto the glass. Yeah pretty classic huh.

ESFP, ESTP : I feel…. sad….. LETS GET DRUNK ,OMFG WHO IS UP FOR A PARTAAAAYYYYY?!!

INFJ,: Well, things might get better. *sobs* maybe in the future i won’t feel this way. *sobs more* ……… yeah shit’s about to go downnn

ENFP, ENTP: BUT YOU HURT ME. I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS. I LIKE ORANGES. WAIT WHAT. ORANGES ARE ORANGE, I LIKE THAT. WAIT. what was I mad about again? *looks intensely into the distance* yeah i really need to work on being more concentrated…..

ENTJ, ESTJ: *furiously types a 6 page plan to murder the person who hurt them*

INTP, ISTP: Wait. Wait, what are these? Emotions? Shit, wtf. I’m not prepared 

INTJ: *Someone tries to hurt the INTJs feelings* BITCH I AIN’T GOT ANY FEELINGS *flips out dark glasses*

credit to @rainnymorningthoughts for the idea for the INTJ one :)

Friends Part 2

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1265

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Part 1

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing

credits to the gif owner

Your Saturday was pretty boring, you promised yourself that you would clean your apartment and after getting ready for the party last night you really should clean this place. The floor of your room was full of clothes, you had a sink with a lot of dishes and you found an item of makeup in every room of the apartment.

You definitely need to clean your place.

Even knowing that you have to clean, you didn’t want to. You have one of the worst hangovers of your life, your head is pounding and you feel dehydrated. So here you are, lying on your couch texting Dan while you bargain with yourself to clean this place.

You try everything, if you washed your dishes you would reward yourself with a cup of hot chocolate, if you put your dirty clothes in the washing machine you could nap for a half hour but that didn’t work, so you stay on your couch all day.

“Are you still in your pajamas?”  You open your eyes, seeing Bucky holding a pizza box and some ice cream. You nod, you must have fallen asleep on the couch “Yes, they are so cute they have little bunnies on them.” He sits on the end of the couch, putting your feet over his lap “Did you eat something?”

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FRENEMIES [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “draco x reader with prompt 3 & 9 from the list please” — by anon

a/n: sorry if this was kinda short. hope you like it x

3. “Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
9. “For a minute there, I thought you didn’t know how to smile.”

Masterlist + Request here! 

     There has always been an unknown reason why both you and Draco loved annoying each other. Well, he didn’t try to get on your nerves as much as he did with Potter — which was a good thing — but he did exert great effort to piss you off until you snapped and screamed at him. And as payback, you began to do the same; thus, that was the beginning of your love-hate relationship with him throughout the years of your stay in Hogwarts.

     You were fuming as you rush down the steps on the moving staircases, praying that they won’t change direction or else you were seriously going to hex someone in anger. It was one of times when you were obviously not in a good mood, and right now, the culprit who could be blamed for your sourness was Cormac McLaggen.

     Just as you were about to enter the Great Hall for dinner, Draco Malfoy blocked your way, his sidekicks nowhere in sight which was unusual.

     “Not now, Malfoy.” you gritted your teeth with your forehead still wrinkled.

     He blocked your path when you marched forward. “Y/L/N, what has gotten your knickers in a twist this time?”

     “Not now.” you repeated.

     “What is it?”

     “Malfoy, what part of not now do you not understand?” you glared at him.

     Draco only chuckled. “Let me guess, McLaggen’s pursuing you again? Well, let me tell you, he doesn’t have great taste if he began courting you after he was tired of Granger.”

     He was at least right about something. Cormac had tried to hit on you, backing you up against the wall thinking it was pleasing when you were actually very disgusted by his actions. He then tried to ask you out on a date, which you politely declined, but since he was so full of himself he didn’t take it well.

     You blankly stared at Draco. “Are you done insulting me because if you are I’ll be going now.” you tried to walk pass his way again but this time he held onto your elbow quite firmly.

     He locked his eyes with yours and for a minute there, you thought it showed concern. “If there’s something more that I hate other than mudbloods —” you scoffed at that “— it’s knowing someone out there annoys you more than I do. So, I’ll ask again, what is it?”

     “It doesn’t matter.” you pull away from his hold. “Let’s just say if I had to choose between you and Cormac, I’d choose you. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

     “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” mused Draco.

     You slowly felt your anger fading away, “Yeah, I guess.” you snorted, a small smile creeping on your features.

     The boy in front of you raised his eyebrows, “Well, will you look at that. For a minute there, I thought you didn’t know how to smile.

     “Funny. Don’t push your luck too much, Malfoy.” the smile was still there.

     Draco tucked his hands inside his pockets. “You never answered me, though. What happened?”

     You shrugged. “Nothing. He just got mad I didn’t say yes when he asked me out. Couldn’t take the shame of someone rejecting him, that no good wanker.”

     The both of you chuckled shortly before you looked at the Great Hall, your eyes landing on your house’s table.

     “Well, I’ll get going now. Your friends are probably waiting for you, anyway.” you started striding inside.

     “Y/L/N,” he called just as you were about to walk any farther, one of your eyebrows raising up in question. “If McLaggen bothers you again, tell me about it, would you?”

     You were surprised by what he said; nonetheless, you chuckled and nodded. “Planning to tell your father about it?” you teased and it was his turn to roll his eyes this time.

     “Perhaps.”

     Draco then walked inside the Great Hall as well, sitting down beside his cronies at the Slytherin table while you successfully joined your own group of friends. Though just as you sat down and helped yourself with some food, you swore you could feel your blood rising up to your cheeks because of what just happened, resulting you into shaking your head in amusement.

anonymous asked:

I love the idea of a friendship growing between MC and Jaehee at first because they're both the only girls and, like, sometimes you just gotta talk smack about the boys with another girl, but then it blossoms into this really good and deep friendship and I was wondering if you could maybe show how that friendship would manifest with MC's different relationships with the RFA boys and V?

A/N: THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA AND I LOVE IT SO VERY MUCH BECAUSE I FEEL IT ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL I WANT JAEHEE AS A BESTIE IN EVERY ROUTE (also i kind of made this how they all reacted to the friendship i hope you dont mind) ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

           - I don’t think it’d affect him that much

           -Like yyeess MC I’m so happy you got best friend!!!!

           -Does get a little jealous of her though

           -“MC!!! Wanna come play some LOLOL with me???” “Nah, me and Jaehee are going to go shopping!” “But…the two of you hung out all day yesterday?” “Yeah, and we’re gonna do it again! I’ll text you later!”

           -HE WANTS SOME MC TIME TOO *angry eyebrows*

           -As long as you make time for him, he’s a-okay!

           -But pls tell him secrets too MC he wants to be your other best friend

           -Also lowkey worried because??? What do the two of you talk about?

           -He remembered some of the things his sister and her friends used to talk about and he was nOT EXCITED

           -DID YOU TALK ABOUT HIM??? WAS IT GOOD THINGS??? OH GOD MC PLEASE TELL ME. WAIT NEVERMIND DON’T TELL ME I DONT WANT TO KNOW. WAIT YES I DO. WAIT NO. AAAAAAAAAAA

*ZEN:

           -*Slides into the living room and seductively throws himself over the side of the couch*

           -“Where the two of you talking about me?”

           - yeah talking about how you’re a total fucking DORK

           -He’s good friends with Jaehee too!! Why won’t you let him in the room for talk time ;A;

           -Tried sneaking into the room to listen but the two of you are smarter than that and have to physically throw him out of the room

           -He’s happy that you’re such good friends with her, though!!!

           -Since he’s her friend as well, he knows how badly she needed a friend for some girl talk

           -But?? Still?? He waNTS TO KNOW

           -MC WHAT DO YOU SAY ABOUT ME TO YOUR FRIENDS AAAAAAAA

           - honestly pouts and sits outside of the door sometimes when the two of you throw him out, blows up your phone until you yell through the door

*JUMIN:

           -This….is so weird

           -Why is Assistant Kang in his house

           -Tries to hand her work almost every single time

           -Until you kind of knock it out of his hand and it falls to the floor

           -?????? MC????? It’s her job??????

           -“She is here as my GUEST Jumin, YOU do that work”

           -G A S P MC WHAT

           -Overall he’s just so…..awkward when you and Jaehee hang out at home. Otherwise, he could care less if the two of you were close friends. He loves that you have a close friend to talk with! He also doesn’t care if the two of you talk about him, whatever

           -Like how is he supposed to act??? He’s almost two different people. He’s so laid back at home with you and all business when he’s at work with Jaehee. WhaT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO ;A;

           - locks himself in his office when she’s over to avoid the awkwardness

*SAEYOUNG:

           -*dresses up as a girl*

           -*slides into the room to join the girl talk*

           -*is promptly kicked out by the two of you*

           -The only person he had like that in his life was his brother

           -But they’ve been apart for so long, and with everything that happened….

           -He tries to have that kind of friendship now and Saeran just kind of walks out of the room

           -So!!!! He’s happy for you!!! But also very jealous (though he hides it)

           -You can tell how upset he gets sometimes, and you and Jaehee agree to let him hang out every now and then to make him happy

           - only if he dresses up like a girl

           -When the two of you don’t let him in, he just turns on the CCTV because??? He wants the juicy gossip on all of the members too??? BAD SAEYOUNG

*V:

           -Completely respects your privacy

           -Please, MC, you and Jaehee spend all the time you would like together

           -Talk about whatever you would like

           -Your laughter is muSIC TO HIS EARS

           -HE HAS TO STOP HIMSELF FROM RUNNING IN WITH HIS CAMERA TO CAPTURE THE BEAUTIFUL, WARM MOMENTS BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU

           -He couldn’t care less what the two of you talked about

           -Knows that if you want to share with him, you will

           -Plus, Jaehee isn’t really a loud, rowdy person well most of the time

           -So!! She can stay all she wants!!! It doesn’t break the nice relaxed feeling of the house and he appreciates that

           -He even makes the two of you tea and some snacks every now and then!!! hes like a mum omfg

*SAERAN:

           -What do you mean you’re going out

           -What do you mean I can’t come in and sit in the living room

           -whAT DO YOU MEAN BY GIRL TIME WHAT THE FUCK IS GIRL TIME

           -MC WHAT DID I DO WRONG ARE YOU MAD AT ME??

           - someone please help him he doesn’t understand how this all works

           -Constant reassuring that you’re just going to hang out with Jaehee!! You aren’t mad!!

           -There’s just some things you have to talk about with a girl friend, ya know??

           -If you bring up even a slightly awkward topic he gets flustered and immediately agrees to leave the two of you alone

           -A lot of the time though, Jaehee doesn’t mind if he’s there? He’s actually pretty quiet and uninterested

           -He just likes to talk shit about Saeyoung let him into the conversation every now and then plEASE he needs to get it out

very into the aesthetic of drarry hiking in the GREAT OUTDOORS, mostly because between draco “i had servants to carry my toys for me from birth” malfoy and harry “probably has ptsd about tents” potter u just know SOMEONE is gonna get punched and/or tenderly kissed

Story Time with Bobdude: That Time I got Blacklisted by Hasbro

Enough people were curious it seems and it’s a slow post week because of finals and EFNW, so here’s the story. It’s nothing super special but I think it’s pretty funny when you take a step back.

So way back when I wasn’t totally jaded on commissions, I actually took commissions. No one really knew who I was, so I got work from friends most of the time. One friend was a musician named Shroo, believe they go by Pearl Grey now. Anyways, he was doing a little side project with a couple other guys called the Booty Mark Crusaders, and wanted album art for their new track. Thanks to them, I was also in talks with Ponyville FM about holiday commissions of their mascot. Moving on, it was a trap/edm type song so he wanted all 3 of the CMC in, as he described it, a “thuggin pose”. I’m no stranger to the “thuggin pose” and thought it’d be fun so I made it happen. Keep in mind this was almost 3 years ago, but here’s the art I wound up making for them.

(If you want to laugh at my terrible old stuff, I keep it all up on my deviantart as a “journey through art” kind of thing.) Anyways, I sent this off to them and they loved it. They sent it to Ponyville FM who was going to promote the track with the art. As it turns out, Ponyville FM is overseen by Hasbro UK (or at least was at the time, I don’t know the ins and outs of that whole relationship), which meant it went through Hasbro UK to be approved. Hasbro saw the Scootaloo with a joint and wagged the finger at PVFM, who had to wag the finger at Shroo, who had to wag the finger at me. I simply edited out the joint and sent it back off and that’s the art they wound up using. You can see this edited art in the song video itself on youtube:

Now remember when I said I was in talks with PVFM about doing some holiday commissions of their OC? Well they dropped contact with me after this. I thought they’d simply lost interest and I was (and still try to be) just a hobbyist, so I didn’t take it personally or put much thought into it.

I went to Midwest Bronyfest something like 7 or 8 months later (shout outs to Kansas City), which was a con that had a pretty heavy PVFM presence. I was talking with Ludi, one of the PVFM heads at the time, who casually mentioned while talking to me that they could “finally commission me again”. I said “wtf do you mean?” and he told me that Hasbro UK had put me on a blacklist over the joint smoking Scootaloo from months ago. Said it meant that anyone affiliated with Hasbro, such as PVFM, was not allowed to communicate with me in any way. Turns out, it expired after 6 months, so I was off of it by the time I was at Midwest Bronyfest. I had no idea I was ever blacklisted this whole time, so it didn’t make too much of a difference. Lost out on some commissions I suppose but I don’t mind. I was never mad about it cause it never really effected me, but now I have a fun little blip in my art history.

That’s really about all there is to it, but I think it’s really funny that someone working for Hasbro saw this drawing and had to go through the effort to blacklist ya boy for it. I just find the whole thing to be totally absurd, I get why they blacklisted me and everything I just think it’s silly that that’s how it went down. Somewhere, 3ish years ago, there was a list in UK of people that Hasbro refused to work with, and bobdude0 was on that list. Moral of the story though is that Scootaloo only ever causes me trouble haha

Reid’s Tirade

A/N: Anon request where the reader is working on a case which involves a really sexist cop, who happens to be working with the Bureau (not an unsub). He makes some very sexist comments toward the reader, and Reid steps in and stands up for her. @coveofmemories

Warnings: Sexist bullshit?

                                                              —–

Dammit, this case needed to be over already. You were going to have to take about a million showers to wash the metaphorical grime off your body. “I need out of here,” you said to JJ and Emily as Hotch and Morgan dealt with the lead officers. Apparently, you still worked in the dark ages when women were supposed to do nothing but walk around in big fluffy dresses, impossibly high heels and corsets that didn’t allow you to breathe, instead of modern-day America where women and men were suppose to work together equally. That would be the day. The officers couldn’t seem to control their mouths around yourself, Emily and JJ, so Hotch decided to run interference. 

“You too?” Emily said. “I feel like I need 18 showers.” She hugged her arms around her body and JJ wiped the grime off her shoulder.

“Do we still work in the 50s?” she asked. “And I feel like even 20 won’t wipe the grime off me.”

“Yea apparently,” you said. “I’m gonna go outside for a few minutes. I need some air. If you need me, send someone out to get me.”

As you walked outside, you felt like you could finally breathe. During the course of this case, the team had come across quite a few women that needed to be interviewed. Mothers and wives of victims. A couple of possible suspects. Some eyewitnesses. And these men had absolutely no finesse. They had no idea how to talk to or interrogate men, no less women, who more than likely wouldn’t respond the same way as men would. Plus, there were a few older ones that seemed to think that women didn’t belong in the work force - no less the police force. Ah, Middle America. Lovely. You couldn’t wait to get back home to DC. 

Taking a deep breath, you leaned your head back into the wall, grounding yourself and your roller-coaster of emotions. Blocking out the world tended to do that for you. Instead, you focused on your breathing, the up and down movements of your chest, the feel of the concrete at the back of your head, the sweet smell of fresh air…which was now contaminated by cigarette smoke. Goddammit. 

One of the officers, late-40s to mid-50s, had walked outside for a cigarette. The smoke wafted closer to you and you coughed, remembering your years as a child, when your grandparents would smoke pack after pack with you in the house. You’d praised the gods when they finally quit. “Sorry, little lady,” the officer said as he leaned against the wall next to you. Though he said sorry, his next puff of smoke was let out in your direction yet again. You were about to show him what a ‘little lady’ you were.

You figured being outside with one of them, or even a few of them, was better than being inside with all of them, so when another couple of officers came back from their lunch break early to smoke against the wall of the station, you stayed there, browsing your phone. But it was really hard to breathe with three cigarettes going simultaneously, so you moved a couple steps to the side the hopefully evade their next puffs. “Why don’t you go inside if the smoke is bothering you?” one of the younger ones said.

“Because we’ve been stuck inside all day and I needed some fresh air,” you replied not looking up from your phone and trying your best not to smack the arrogance out of them. It was truly difficult. Under your breath, you heard the younger one say to the older one that first came out, “This is why women don’t belong on the force, too delicate.”

Okay, now. What?

“Excuse me,” you asked disbelievingly. “What did you just say?”

He tried to backpedal, but you were so far beyond that. Four days of working with these motherfuckers and you were about to blow. “I meant nothing by it, sweetheart.” 

“First of all, I ain’t your sweetheart,” you said, realizing you were about to go off. You took note of their faces so when you went inside you could tell Hotch you wouldn’t be interacting with them anymore. “Second of all, I was out here first and if you can see that the smoke is bothering me, why the fuck do you keep blowing it in my direction? There’s a perfectly good direction, that way, that you could aim your smoke, but you continue doing it toward me.”

“Now I see why they hired you,” the third one chimed in with a laugh. This was going to be good. 

“Why is that?” I dare you. I dare you to speak. You were about to burst. You needed out of this hellhole.

“That face,” the older one said, apparently knowing what the third officer was thinking. “You’re very cute when you’re mad, still wouldn’t have made it here though, gotta have big tits to work for us, don’t you boys?”

It took you a minute to speak because you were so stunned, but by the time you were about to lose your mind, you heard someone speak from behind you. It sounded foreign to you. “Excuse me?” Spencer asked, having come outside to tell you they were about to go over the profile to hone it again. “What did you just say to her?”

“Nothing, man. Nothing,” the first officer said. “You don’t wanna get in our faces either? I really don’t understand what the Bureau is doing hiring women and boys with no muscle.” You were about to just grab Spencer’s arm, tell him to just go inside and forget about it, that they weren’t worth it, but he went off, and it was one of the most glorious things you’d ever seen. 

“Well, to start, Y/N here was hired because she as an IQ of 183, has two Ph.D.’s, one in microbiology and the other in criminology and psychology, and in addition, she’s also a double black belt in Aikido, Karate, Taekwondo, and Jujutsu. As for me, I’m also certifiably a genius with an IQ of 187, and eidetic memory and the ability to read 20,000 words a minute, while you, let’s start with you, I’ve been doing a little research, I hope you don’t mind. You,” Spencer said, pointing to the oldest one, and the one that had come out near you first, “You have two failed marriages under your belt and from what I’ve heard you had to bribe your chief to pass you for your last marksmanship test, because you failed miserably. Even I, the ‘boy with no muscle,’ passed my marksmanship test. And you,” he kept going, calling out the third one for his criminal background that was swept under the rug because the area was so desperate for officers. You were living for this. Sassy Spencer was everything. “And finally, you,” he said, landing on the middle one, the smile from tearing these men to the ground wider than the highways in DC, “you’re truly pathetic. The fact that you even made it onto the force is incredible. Failed marksmanship test, barely passed on the psychological, minor criminal background, but the one thing you did have? A father who was willing to donate to the precinct in order to get you a job. Couldn’t even make it in on your own merit. We had no issue with that,” he said, pointing between the two of you. When he caught your eye, you just smiled. “Now, we’re going to go inside because we have a profile to go over to give to the competent members of your precinct, but not before you apologize to Agent Y/N for what I just heard.” 

Spencer grabbed your hand and brought you up to him as the three officers muttered half-assed ‘sorry’ in your direction. “Good, you ready?” he asked, nodding his head at the officers.

You headed back inside, leaving the stunned officers behind. You could’ve taken care of that yourself, and he knew that, but the fact that he had been so offended on your behalf felt great. “Hey, Spence,” you said, standing up on your tiptoes and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem, Y/N,” he said enveloping you in a hug. “Plus, it was cathartic for me. It was like I was standing up to the bullies that used to torment me, so thank you for letting me go off.”

As you walked into the conference room that the lead officer had given the team for the case, Hotch, along with everyone else, noticed the smiles on your faces, and the lipstick you’d left on Spencer’s cheek. “Care to tell us what happened or…?” Morgan laughed.

“Nothing, you guys,” you said. “I was just the target of some sexist bullshit from a few of our reluctantly-cooperating officers. Spencer overheard them and told them off. The lipstick was from a kiss on the cheek as a thank you.”

“Who was talking what about you, babygirl?” Morgan asked, and as they walked back in, you pointed them out. “Don’t worry, they say anything else, I’ll rough them up a little bit for you.”

“No need,” you said, looking at Spencer. “I think Reid embarrassed them to death. It was awesome.”

this is a controversial opinion and there’s probably going to be a lot of people who disagree with me on this

But it really irks me when someone claims to be a fan of an artist or creator yet they’re really a fan of only ONE thing they’re known for, are CONSTANTLY talking down about everything else they’ve done, whining about how their new stuff doesn’t cater to them simply because they were a fan of the old stuff, getting mad at any and all of their new endeavors because it isn’t something they’re personally interested in.

Stop saying you’re the artist’s fan. I’m dead serious.

You can be a fan (a big one too) of that one piece of media they happened to make, but if you’re a wet blanket about everything else they’re doing and the core aspects of what they relate to and put in their (yes newer) works, you’re not a fan of them specifically. Fans of a creator can openly criticize things they’ve done sure, but if you don’t click with 90% of the stuff they’ve done and act hostile because the stuff they’re doing isn’t what you like, you are NOT their fan.

I see this all the time when an internet artist who’s known for drawing one thing wants to branch out and draw something else for a change. People become ENRAGED that “HOW DARE THEY harm us FANS this way!?” Like the creator somehow owes their fans content that the fans want.

Even if you are a fan, you’re a bad one.

Oh Sweet Jealousy

Originally posted by dirtynaughtyexo


Pairing: Chanyeol  x Reader

Summary: Chanyeol is always jealous of you and your ex’s relationship, after a heated fight, comes some heated sex.

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 1574

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Everyone looked at your relationship with your ex-boyfriend as weird, even your current boyfriend Chanyeol saw the friendship as a problem. You just pushed away from their opinions, your Ex Sam had been your friend since childhood, before you dated for almost a year, but you ended up cutting it off not having any romantic feelings for Sam. Both you and Sam agree to keep the friendship. Sometimes both of you forget that you even had a romantic relationship, He felt like such a big brother to you, and because of the many years you’ve been friends. you tend to be playful with each other and have billions of inside jokes.

Chanyeol has expressed recently that he didn’t want you to hang out anymore, he didn’t feel like it was just a friendship you guys had, but you fought with him telling him that in fact didn’t rule your life and she wouldn’t end their childhood friendship just because he was jealous. Today was different though you had been dragged to the nightclub by Sam he wanted you to be his wing girl and help him get a chick for the night, not trusting you two, Chanyeol followed you guys, watching from a far as you sipped on water as Sam downs liquid courage, you let a small laugh when Sam offered you a shot, but pushed it away, dragging him by his wrist to the dance floor.

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I still care about you, but I don’t want to. I hate what you did. I hate what happened. I hate all of it. But you won’t ever go away. You’ll always be there in the back of my mind. I can’t escape it. Whatever it was that I had with you, didnt just go away. I hate myself for that. My head is so fucked up because of everything that happened and I get angry when I think about it. I shouldn’t care about someone who constantly fucked me over and clearly didn’t give a shit about me.
—  But I do.

“I’m not going to put myself in a situation I know I’ll be uncomfortable and stressed in,” shouldn’t warrant being told to just “give it a chance,” after months of “"giving it a chance,”“ and shouldn’t warrant being forced to do something that will make you unhappy, and after you don’t give in it still shouldn’t warrant the silent treatment and anger.

Handling a situation with maturity and calmness should not result in hostility from the other person.

You should always have the right to refuse going into a situation.

Kian Lawley: Break up explanation

You and Kian broke up January of 2016 and got back together June of 2016. You guys had never explained why you broke up but deciding to film a Q&A for your channel you knew that it might come up.

“Hello, my sexy people!” You shouted to your Camera watching as Kian walked over plopping down next to you. “As you guys know I have been dating Kian for awhile now and we decided we would do an AskKianandN/Y. These questions have been coming in hot and I think this we’ll be a good video…hopefully.” You said with a smile as Kian wrapped his arms around you pulling you towards him.

Both of you grabbed your phone’s, scrolling through the tag. “I convinced her last minute, you guys are welcome, to accept all sorts of questions so if you ask us anything dirty, it might be in the video,” Kian said while doing the crab face.

Juniormuderer, what a…creative name, asks how often do you hide N/Y makeup?” You read looking at Kian.

“See this is only a question because you tweeted it. I’ve only done it once and it’s because we were going on a date and I wanted her to have a natural look. She’s so comfortable around me and our friends with a basic look but when we go on dates or film videos she changes her entire face. Which before you guys say anything, it’s not for me. I know she does it because it makes her comfortable, sometimes she does it because her insecurities get in the way and I want to prove to her how beautiful she is and how much I love her.”

“Thank you, Kian for writing a novel about why you hid my makeup.” You spoke, he rolled his eyes leaning in, giving you a kiss.

“N/YISMYMOM asks where is one place you want to go with the other?” Kian read from his phone. "I want to take her to Paris, I also want to go to Paris so it would be a win/win.“

"I want us to go to Italy, Rome specifically.” You started, “I have a list of places I’d want to go, Kian would just be a bonus to take along.” You answered. 

“AshleyCaylen asked, how often do you have sex.” Kian read before you could read yours, a smirk on his face. You could feel your cheeks heating up. "I won’t give a specific number but just know I had to make a condom run yesterday.“ He said as he bit his lip looking at you.

"I already want to stop filming.” You started as Jc came and sat down. 

“For proof, I had to stop vlogging because it happened twice yesterday.” He added before rushing off when you reached for him. “Don’t even think about editing it out!” He yelled as he ran up the stairs.

“Why did you and Kian break up for five months then get back together Emileen asked.” You read biting your lip, “ Are we answering questions about our break up?” You asked, he nodded.

“We got back together because I love her and the five months that we were taking a break, not broken up, I realized that I was an idiot but I didn’t want to be with someone else so I begged and begged her to work it out with me and that’s what we tried to do and we were successful,” Kian explained to everyone, you rolled you eyes looking at him.

“We were broken up Kian, you wanted a break and I was like no bitch, I’ll bleep that out, and was like we’re not together anymore.” You fixed, you gave him a smile squishing his face in your hands. “But I accepted your sorry and now we’ve been together for nine months because it’s March!” You said loudly. 

“Since we’re on a roll, Yamayra asked why did we break up.” Kian read. He looked down not wanting to open the topic back up for the audience to react to but it was bound to happen.

“So Kian filmed a video with Andrea while we were together and at the time I hadn’t really thought about it because to me he can film with whoever he wants. The video got uploaded and I thought the title was clickbait but for all of you who watched the video you can tell that it wasn’t, then I saw her video and let’s just say I was upset but I thought it would be whatever but people started to get to me and I got overwhelmed with the feedback." 

"It was sort of a dick thing, I mean, yeah it didn’t mean anything but the fact that I didn’t talk to her about it before I decided Andrea and I were going to kiss made it a little weirder and I get why she broke up with me,” Kian explained, thinking of the argument and how everything escalated into what it turned out to be.

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You and Kian sat on opposite sides of the couch, not talking. It had been like this all day and it had gotten to the point where Jc left because he could feel the tension in the room. Kian kept glancing over at you though you weren’t paying him any attention you could still feel his glances.

“Can you please talk to me?” Kian asked pausing the movie. You stopped, turning to look over at him. “I don’t know what I did or why you suddenly started to shut me out but you can talk to me.”

“I think it’s best if I work it out myself.” You told him, you went to look back down at your phone bu Kian reached over, taking it.

“Well at least tell me what the problem is, I want to know what’s going in that head of yours.”

“I don’t know if we should continue to be together.” You said you couldn’t take it back, you couldn’t look at him, you looked down at your hands but he held your chin, making you look at him.

“Why? You’ve had to of been thinking about this for a while.” He spoke, he turned your body that way you were facing him.

“You and Andrea…the videos-” You started but he stopped you.

“Are you serious, it’s January, those videos were put out almost four months ago.”

“Let me talk Kian, you kissed her and got in bed wrapped up with her…I don’t know what happened after the cameras got turned off. You..you kissed her and then you guys stopped and did it again, did you ever think of I felt or what I thought when I saw it?”

“It was for a video if it bothered you so much then why are you now just bringing this up?”

“Because I’m not good with feelings, if you watched me kiss another guy for a video you would be mad would you or would you not, and you don’t just kiss someone like that it not mean anything, ” You told him, arms crossed.

“Ye, but I told you I was filming with Andrea.” He retorted quickly,

“Filming, not kissing. Kian, I don’t care that your friends or if you want to film with her but you kissed her, you had this smile on your face as if you missed her or wanted her and I can’t help how I feel and I’m sorry.”

“This is a prank right, you told Jc and that’s why he left and now you have a camera hidden somewhere right?” He smirked standing up to grab his phone. “I’m calling Jc." 

"Unbelievable Kian, not everything is a joke, not everything is for youtube.” You answered, your face heating up as he grabbed his phone. You shook your head looking at him, “I’m going home.” You finished as you grabbed your shoes.

“Yep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He called out, but he didn’t, he didn't see you for three days until he came over. You answered your door, wanting to close it in his face but you were mature, you could handle the situation like an adult.

“I didn’t know you were serious.” Kian started, “I thought that…that you were just joking about wanting to break up.” He continued. “It was just a video….the kiss was just some dumb kiss and it didn’t mean anything.

"That isn’t the point Kian, the point is you did something and it hurt me and I pushed these feelings down because I was scared you’d be mad at me but when I brought it up you made me feel as if my feelings were inferior.” You spoke as he stepped forward. 

“I get that now and I’m sorry.” He started grabbing your hand to pull you closer. “If I could go back and not do that video I would but I can’t and I’m sorry.”

“I just…I can’t be with someone who pushed my feelings aside like that.” You tried, “I care about you Kian and I get that we make mistakes but there’s some that are hard to forget about.”

“Can’t we just take a break? I’ll give you space to figure everything out.” He mumbled not wanting to let you go, you shook your head retracting your arm.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Kian, just a breakup…that’s what I want.” You told him, and that’s what you got for six months.

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“I hated it,” Kian mumbled laying his head back on the couch pulling you closer to him. “Never break up with me again okay, I won’t do anything to make you want to leave me ever again.” He finished pulling you in for one last kiss before you waved at the camera giving yourself a reminder to edit whatever this was out.

be more chill sentence starters (part 1)

these are some quotes from each of the songs. feel free to edit pronouns/add names. trigger warning for sex, suicide mentions, and drug mentions, among more. part 2 here.

MORE THAN SURVIVE

  • ❛ come on, go, go! ❜
  • ❛ i’m waiting for my porno to load. ❜
  • ❛ freaking out is my “okay”. ❜
  • ❛ i feel my stomach filling up with dread. ❜
  • ❛ god, i wish i had the skill to just be fine and cool and chill. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t want to be a hero. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t want to be special. ❜
  • ❛ i just want to survive. ❜
  • ❛ that is so awesome… i - i mean slutty! ❜
  • ❛ don’t touch me, tall ass! ❜
  • ❛ that’s not what i need right now. ❜
  • ❛ did you say something? ❜
  • ❛ my mack daddy game couldn’t be more limp. ❜
  • ❛ just clear your brain and move ahead. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t want to be a baller. ❜
  • ❛ how’s it hanging? ❜
  • ❛ you look like ass, what’s wrong? ❜
  • ❛ it’s all good. i saw on discovery that humanity has stopped evolving. ❜
  • ❛ that’s… good? ❜
  • ❛ evolution is survival of the fittest, right? but now, because of technology. you don’t need to be strong to survive! ❜
  • ❛ there’s never been a better time in history to be a loser. ❜
  • ❛ GAY! ❜
  • ❛ i like gay people. ❜
  • ❛ i’m never going to be the cool guy. i’m more the one who’s left out. ❜
  • ❛ i am not the one who the story’s about. ❜
  • ❛ why can’t someone just help me out? ❜
  • ❛ help me do more than survive. ❜

I LOVE PLAY REHEARSAL

  • ❛ i love play rehearsal because it’s the best! ❜
  • ❛ i just use the word to emphasize a point. ❜
  • ❛ i am passionate a lot! ❜
  • ❛ i have mad, gigantic feelings, red and frantic feelings about most everything. ❜
  • ❛ where was i? ❜
  • ❛ life is easy in rehearsal. ❜
  • ❛ anywho, the point that i’m getting to is life can’t always work out in the way it works out in a play. ❜
  • ❛ no matter how hard i try it’s impossible to narrow down the many reasons why. ❜
  • ❛ i happiness cry as soon as it starts. ❜
  • ❛ most humans do one thing for all of their lives. ❜
  • ❛ i’ve got so many interests i wanna pursue. ❜
  • ❛ why am i telling this to you? ❜
  • ❛ my brain is like “bzzz”, my heart is like “wow”. ❜

THE SQUIP SONG

  • ❛ i was a loser just like you. ❜
  • ❛ i was hopeless, i was helpless. ❜
  • ❛ i was so suicidal. ❜
  • ❛ then i got a SQUIP. ❜
  • ❛ you got quick? ❜
  • ❛ i’ve just never heard of it. ❜
  • ❛ this is some top secret, “can’t even look it up on the internet” shit. ❜
  • ❛ so it’s like drugs? ❜
  • ❛ it’s better than drugs. ❜
  • ❛ it’s preprogrammed. ❜
  • ❛ it helps you rule. ❜
  • ❛ right now you’re helpless, you are almost hopeless. ❜
  • ❛ then you’ll go from sad to interesting to hip, you’re whole life will flip! ❜

TWO PLAYER GAME

  • ❛ find the bad guy, push him aside. ❜
  • ❛ it’s a two player game, so when you make an attack, you know you’ve got a brother/sister/partner who’ll have your back. ❜
  • ❛ and if you leave your brother/sister/partner behind it’s lame. ❜
  • ❛ it’s an effed up world, but it’s a two player game. ❜
  • ❛ dude, you are cooler than a vintage cassette. ❜
  • ❛ it’s no big, because you and i are a team. ❜
  • ❛ nobody here appreciates. ❜
  • ❛ guys like us are cool in college. ❜
  • ❛ this is what we do, we make it a two player game. ❜
  • ❛ as losers we have fought together for years. ❜
  • ❛ know that you are my favorite person, that doesn’t mean that i can’t still dream. ❜
  • ❛ is it really true that i’m your favorite person? ❜
  • ❛ we’re never not going to be a team. ❜

THE SQUIP ENTERS

  • ❛ target in accessible. ❜
  • ❛ please excuse some mild discomfort. ❜
  • ❛ woah, woah, woah… i’m fine. i just – ❜
  • ❛ discomfort level may increase. ❜
  • ❛ GAAAAHHHHH! HAAHH! HAAAAAAAHH!! ❜
  • ❛ welcome to your super quantum unit intell processor… your SQUIP. ❜

BE MORE CHILL, PART 1

  • ❛ take your hands out of your pockets. ❜
  • ❛ fix your posture. ❜
  • ❛ all your nerdiness is ugly. ❜
  • ❛ all your stammering’s a chore. ❜
  • ❛ fix your vibe, then fix some more. ❜
  • ❛ no, stop. ❜
  • ❛ everything about you is so terrible. ❜
  • ❛ everything about you makes me want to die. ❜
  • ❛ you will be more chill. ❜
  • ❛ first thing’s first, go buy a new shirt. ❜
  • ❛ it’s better if you just comply. ❜
  • ❛ just step and fetch, don’t ask me why. ❜
  • ❛ how are you with math homework? ❜
  • ❛ i’m made of math. ❜
  • ❛ you’re a slob. ❜
  • ❛ you shop here? ❜
  • ❛ you look sexy. ❜
  • ❛ is that a girl’s shirt? ❜
  • ❛ it’s still painful. ❜
  • ❛ hey, hamlet. be more chill. ❜

DO YOU WANNA RIDE?

  • ❛ do you wanna ride? ❜
  • ❛ if this is going to work, you need to do as i instruct. ❜
  • ❛ wanna go far? ❜
  • ❛ don’t you say no. ❜
  • ❛ we’ve gotta stop for frozen yogurt first. ❜

BE MORE CHILL, PART 2

  • ❛ you can’t just listen, you have to obey. ❜
  • ❛ repeat after me: ____. ❜
  • ❛ everything about me is just terrible. ❜
  • ❛ everything about me makes me wanna die. ❜
  • ❛ everything about you is going to be wonderful. ❜
  • ❛ you won’t feel left out or unsure. ❜
  • ❛ you won’t be ugly anymore. ❜

MORE THAN SURVIVE (REPRISE)

  • ❛ ow! ❜
  • ❛ i was just gonna… check my email. ❜
  • ❛ you can’t lie to me, ____, i’m inside your brain. ❜
  • ❛ still not gonna be the cool guy, but maybe not so left out. ❜
  • ❛ i might be the one who the story’s about. ❜
  • ❛ all in all, a not so heinous day. ❜

anonymous asked:

The day Connor would have killed himself, homeschooled!Reader is at his house bc they need to talk to him. Connor assumes it's a breakup & that makes [Y/N] throw their arms around him & say "Never. A life without you is a life I can't imagine." Then tell Connor they're pregnant & since he's the dad, they want his input too. Connor can see all the love [Y/N] has for him & breaks down, telling them he loves them & wants their family to work. It does work, better than anyone could've imagined.

oooohhh! i love it!

•To be clear, you and Connor had been dating for more than a year and had been friends longer than that.

•It seemed like Connor just couldn’t handle it anymore. Everyone was an asshole at school, and his family thought he would never live up to anything, but then he had you. His beautiful, wonderful girlfriend, who he felt he didn’t deserve, was always there for him, until she wasn’t.

•You has gotten stuck in traffic on the way to his house with a little stick in the seat beside you. You couldn’t wait to see him, you wanted him to know first.

•With his sister being so obnoxious with her jazz shit and his dad being a little distant, he couldn’t get any peace. And, then a random kid, Evan writing a letter about his sister. Everything was a mess. He had lived on the edge with his depression and paranoia, maybe he couldn’t take it anymore?

•Then, you showed up, with something behind your back, knocking on the Murphy’s door. His mother was overjoyed to see you and rushed you inside as quick as she could, she tried to talk to you, but you insisted to go to Connor’s room.

•You bursted Connor’s room with a huge smile on your face, not even bothering to knock. You looked over to him to see him holding his head on his head, looking down. Your face dropped as you shoved your item into your hoodie pocket.

•You shuffled over to him, with a frown, finally he looked up at you, some tears in his eyes from the former thoughts before you came inside. You awkwardly sat beside him, wrapping one arm around him. You whispered him a greeting, him collapsing onto your lap with his head on your legs.

•You had to let your secret out, you needed to tell him, you needed to tell someone, just someone. You needed to tell him now.

•"Connor, we need to talk.“ “Oh, are you going to fucking leave me, too? You’re going to break up with me because I’m fucking shit.” “Connor, never. A life without you is a life I can’t imagine.”

•You ran your hand through his hand, while he started to sit up again. Once he was upright, you wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him tight.

•Then, you did it. You pulled the wonder stick out of your hoodie, saying what you needed and longed to say, you’re pregnant, with Connor’s baby

•He didn’t really know how to act, and you were petrified that he would break up with you. Until he started to cry, and then sob, then close his eyes shut tight, then hug you close while doing all three.

•"I love you Connor, I really do, and I want this to work but it’s going to be hard, I love you.“

•"O-oh my god, holy shit, Y/N, I love, I love you too. And, fuck, I really want this to work. I want to have a kid with you, I want this to work. Fuck.”

•Cynthia was watching from the wall beside the door, where you both couldn’t see her, listening to everything, she didn’t know what was exactly happening since she couldn’t see what you showed him. Then, she realized what was happening once Connor talked about a kid.

•Her son? Really her son? The one who never talks about anything positive and only gets high (which she didn’t learn that he had stopped), and constantly cussed was going to have a child? Don’t get me wrong, she was excited and maybe, slightly mad, but just shocked. He loves you, she hadn’t heard him say love in such a long time.

•She started bawling, and that’s when you noticed someone was listening. You rushed to the door looking out to see Cynthia. Oh my god, is she going to yell at me?

•Nope, she tackled you with a hug, snuggling into your shoulder crying and mumbling about how she was so proud and couldn’t wait to have a grandchild. Connor just watched, smiling lightly at the sight, this is going to work.

•From the commotion, Larry came out to see what’s happening. You awkwardly, nervously smiled, trying to decide what to do as Cynthia babbled out to her husband what was happening.

•Larry wasn’t actually excited, you were both high school kids, but he wasn’t going to say anything because you and Connor were happy.

•Cynthia invited you to dinner which you reluctantly agreed to. That’s when they broke the news to Zoe. She was actually excited, she sees how you tame Connor and make him happy, so she had a feeling it would work out fine.

•You told your parents the following week, they didn’t take it well, you moved out a month later into the Murphy’s house.

•You learned the gender, turns out, you are going to have a little girl. Connor cried tears of joy, but he won’t admit that.

•Connor doesn’t leave your side for a second, no one is going to hurt you or the thing inside of your stomach. He was going to make sure of that.

•You actually got closer to Zoe in the prices of the pregnancy, and learned of the letter Connor found that Evan wrote. You took it into your own hands to set them up.

•Connor didn’t dream of leaving you or committing suicide, he couldn’t face the thought of not seeing his beautiful child that he made with you.

•Yes, you got made fun of at school for being pregnant with the school’s “freak,” baby. You really couldn’t care less, you were happy, who could ruin that. Plus, Connor punched anyone in the face who made fun of you.

•Connor would always try to comfort you while you had morning sickness. He would hold your hair, and whisper to you.

•You hated getting new clothes, you didn’t want to go shopping, but Zoe made it fun, so you didn’t mind that much.

•Connor went to every doctor appointment, that was of course, paid by the Murphy’s. He would always ask so many questions, chill man.

•You kind of felt insecure when your stomach got bigger. Connor thought it was a sign of a miracle and would always tell you that.

•Cynthia insisted to take you out for maternity pictures, she finally had something good to spend her money on, her grandchild.

•You tried your best in school but eventually had to have Evan tutor you in a few classes to make up for the classes you were missing. You got B’s and C’s, good enough.

•You decided to take a gap year after high school and let Connor go to school while you were with the baby.

•Once you graduated, you were about seven months along when you and Connor decided to move out. You wanted your own apartment, so it would be more open. Of course, it was very dangerous for you to move around a lot and carry stuff, so you got movers and Connor did most of the unpacking.

•The nursery was all set up, it was a pastel blue, like the sky, that was personally Connor’s choice. It was like the open sky.

•Then, you had the baby, late at night, around three am, but of course, everyone rushed to your side. Connor in a panic of what to do.

•Connor has never seen a more beautiful baby in his life. You named her “Emily Zoe Murphy.” The middle name after the Murphy sister.

•Connor has never loved something more, of course, he loved you just as much, but this was a creation of the both of you, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around that. He saw you as a super hero, carrying a human in yourself for months.

•You got married a year and a half after the birth of dear Emily, and had another child about 5 years after the marriage.

•Connor protected his family with his life, and he never forgot to tell you about how much he loves you.

•Cynthia loves to take the children for a day with Zoe, so they can learn about them and love on them.

•Connor has never been happier in his life then when he was with you and your children. He knew he lived up to something when he had you in his arms.

Twisted In Love (D.T) Part 3

Summary:  Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken?

Word Count: 3,691

Warning: Smut.

A/N: Team Ethan or Team Grayson?

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* * Times Skip - 3 Months * *

Reader’s POV

It’s been three months since Ethan asked me to be his girlfriend at the pizza place. Things between us were going pretty well. The fans were starting to accept our relationship, so the hate started to die down a little. Ethan and Grayson were back to normal. There was no more tension between them, which was a relief. Grayson and I on the other hand, we weren’t really on speaking terms. He still hasn’t spoken to me since what happened. He still hasn’t forgiven me. I mean I guess I can’t really blame him. He was dating Tana Mongeau now. That trashy YouTuber. Yeah I said it! I honestly don’t know what he sees in her. I didn’t even know he was into those kind of girls. I mean he seems happy, so I’m happy for him I guess.

I was in my room writing down some ideas for next weeks video. My YouTube channel literally blew up over night. Three months ago, I had about 197,000 subscribers, now I’m a couple hundred subscribers away from 1 million! It obviously had a lot to do with the boys shouting me out on Twitter, when they first saw my channel. I was now verified on Twitter, which is fucking crazy! I got invited to Playlist Live in Orlando next weekend! How did so much happen in 3 months? I’m more than grateful for all of this. There was so much love and support from the fans, but with all that love and support, comes a lot of hate. Some fans would say how I used the boys to help boost my YouTube career. I knew that wasn’t true, the guys knew it wasn’t true, but it was still hard to hear. The guys found my channel. They decided to shout me out, they wanted to film a collab, I didn’t make them do any of that. I mean yes of course them doing all that had a big play in where I am with my career now, but I didn’t use them. 

I was laying in my bed scrolling through Twitter, when Ethan called me. A smile crept upon my face before I answered.

“Hey!” I said!

“What are you up too?” Ethan asked, before I heard a car door closing.

“Nothing much, trying to come up with some ideas for the new video.” I said, scribbling random shapes onto my notebook.

“How’s that coming along?” he asked.

“It’s not. I’m one of those creators block, or whatever you call it. What are you doing?” I asked changing the subject.

He laughed slightly before speaking again. “ Well I’m on my way home right now, but how about we go get some ice cream, and I can help you come up with an idea for the video?” 

“That sounds like a great idea! I’ll get ready and meet you at your place.” I said, closing up my notebook. 

“Sounds good. I’ll see you soon babe.” Ethan said before hanging up.

I stayed in a bed for a few more minutes looking through some tweets, when I noticed the trends. #GrayanaIsOverParty was trending number 1 (Grayana is Tana & Grayson ship name, gross!) Why is this trending? I thought to myself. I clicked on the hashtag, and all I saw were fans calling Tana a hoe, and a slut. I mean that’s nothing new, but I was confused as to way they were saying this. I scrolled a little more, and there was a link to a video. I clicked the link and it took me to Kian’s and JC’s channel. It was a video called “Sexual Spin The Bottle” and Tana was in the thumbnail. It was almost impossible not to cringe watching this video. After watching the video, I decided to go look at her Twitter. Why not? Her last tweet was an hour ago. 

@tanamongeau: When your bf doesn’t like the new YouTube video so he breaks up with you. Oops 

What a bitch.

* * * *

I was in the bathroom finishing up getting ready, so I could go meet Ethan at his apartment. I was brushing my hair, when my Twitter notification had gone off. I walked over to the night stand to check. Looks like Grayson had just posted a new tweet. I’ve always had his, and Ethan’s notifications on. I guess I just never remembered to cut it off. 

@GraysonDolan: Positive Vibes.

I stomach dropped a little thinking about how Grayson must’ve been feeling about the video, and the whole situation. I wanted to reach out and see if he was ok, but I knew I shouldn’t. He wasn’t going to respond to me anyway. I liked and retweeted the tweet, before closing out of the app locking my phone.

I finished brushing my hair, and grabbed my wallet, and my keys of the bed before heading out.

* * * * 

I was outside Ethan’s apartment. I texted him letting him know I was here, but I don’t know what’s taking him so long to open the door. I held up my fist to knock again but the door opened, revealing Grayson.  

“Ethan’s in the shower.” Grayson said coldly, moving out the door way and into the kitchen.

It was like he could careless if I was there. I hate this. I miss him. Before all of this, he was my friend. Can I at least have my friend back? I walked over to the kitchen, and stood by the counter. Grayson was sitting at the dining table, eating some In n Out. I’m pretty sure he knew I was standing there, but he just wanted to be an ass and ignore me. I wanted to ask him if he was okay. I wanted to just talk to him. So I did.

“I heard about what happened with Tana…” I said. He took a sip from his drink, and looked at me with side eyes.

“You didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve to be made a fool of li-”

“You would know about making someone look like a fool. Don’t you Y/N?” he interrupted me.

Okay, seriously? Why is he being such a jerk? I get that I made him look stupid, but I apologized so many times. He knows how bad I feel about it, so can’t he just let it go? Its been 3 months already!

“Okay, I get you’re still mad but that doesn’t mean you can keep being a dick to me! If you can drop what happened with Ethan, why can’t you drop it with me? We both started dating other people. I’m sorry your relationship with Tana Mongoose didn’t work out. But I had feelings for you Grayson, I did! I tried to reach out. Hell I even went over to see you. I wanted to try and talk to you. But I show up, and you got Tana’s legs spread out in the fucking air, screaming your fucking name! …” I paused. The memory of that moment came flooding back in my brain. I honestly wanted to throw up.

“Look Grayson, I get it okay?” my voice a little calmer.

“It was just so overwhelming to see you guys fight like that. I felt awful knowing that I was the reason. But you need to understand where I was coming from when I didn’t want to make a choice. I thought what I did was the right thing to do. I didn’t want to have to choose between you guys… I couldn’t!”

“But you did choose!” he said, his voice a little louder than before.

I wanted to say something, but before I could Ethan entered the room.

“You ready babe?” Ethan asked, wrapping his hands around my waist. I saw Grayson get up from the dining table, and walked towards his room.

“Yeah, lets go.” I said, with a half smile. 

* * * *

We were sitting outside the fro-yo place eating frozen yogurt, and talking about some ideas for my videos. Ethan was talking about doing a couple’s tag, but to be completely honest, I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was still stuck on that awkward moment between Grayson and I. “But you did choose.” what he said kept replaying itself in my head. Grayson was right, I did choose. I chose Ethan. I was happy with the choice I made. I was happy with him. So why do I am I starting to feel like I made the wrong choice. 

“Babe!”

“Babe!”

“Y/N!” Ethan said loudly, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“You haven’t said much since we sat down.”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m not really feeling good.” I lied. There was nothing wrong with me. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell Ethan I was thinking about his twin brother. 

“Want me to take you home?” he said, giving me a worried look and I nodded.

Ethan and I arrived at my apartment. He walked me upstairs, wanting to make sure I was okay before leaving. I wasn’t even sick, so I felt bad that he was worrying so much. He offered to stay for a while, but I wanted to soak in the bath, and be alone.

“Ethan, I’m fine! I’m just grabbing some water, and I’m going to go take a bath. We can FaceTime whenever you get home.” I said, giving him a kiss on the lips. He pulled away, and said the three words I was not expecting him to say.

“I love you.” he said, as he moved a strain of hair behind my ear. 

Ethan Dolan just told me he loves me. Why am I standing here like an idiot? Say it back you idiot!

“Ethan. I-I l-”  I wanted to say it back, I tried to say it back. But nothing came out. I just stood there like a deer in headlights.

“Y/N it’s okay. I’m not expecting you to say it back. I just wanted you to know how I felt. Whenever you’re ready babe!” he said, kissing me on the forehead.

“I’ll call you later.” he said, walking out the door of my apartment.

* * * *

Grayson’s POV

I was laying on the couch, scrolling through Twitter on my phone. Thought I’d follow, and DM some fans back. I was scrolling through my notifications, I saw that Y/N liked and retweeted one of my tweets from earlier. I wonder if she still had my post notifications on. I couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought. Remembering when she first told me that. She was so embarrassed, she turned as red as a tomato. My thoughts went back to the somewhat of a conversation we had earlier. That was the most we’ve spoken in months. I just don’t know why she chose Ethan over me. It was me she had the “celebrity crush” on. She liked me. I liked her. We would’ve been perfect together.

I heard the front door open. It was probably Ethan and Y/N coming back from their date. The door opened revealing just Ethan. Y/N wasn’t with him. 

“Yo.” I said, as he entered the living room.

“Yo!” he responded back, giving me a head nod.

“Where’s Y/N?” I asked, curious.

“She wasn’t feeling good, so I took her home.” he said before walking into his bedroom.

We were currently in his room, working on editing the video for next week. It didn’t take us long, because I had already did half of it while Ethan was out. Ethan told me he was gonna FaceTime Y/N, so I went back to my room.

It was 11:45 pm. I was laying in bed, and I could hear Ethan talking to Y/N in the living room. He seriously couldn’t sit in his room, close the door and talk to her? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t bitter about the whole thing. She was suppose to be my girl. Not his. If it wasn’t for Ethan, coming into the situation, she would’ve been mine. We would be the ones on face-timing right now. Not them. He just had to slide into her DMs even after knowing that I wanted to talk to her! Than on top of that he tried to lie, and hide it! I threw my phone across the room, feeling pissed off at Ethan all over again.

I threw on a white t-shirt, and some black Adidas sweats. I ran my fingers through my hair, before putting on my snapback. I picked up my phone from the floor, and grabbed my keys. I told Ethan I was heading out, before slamming the apartment door shut.

* * * *

I stood in front of her apartment door for what felt like hours, but its only been a few minutes. What am I doing here? Why am I even here? I don’t know, but I just needed to see her.

My hands formed a fist, as I knocked against the hard wood of the door. I knocked a few more times, and I could faintly hear someone talking from the other side.

“E, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Y/N said. I’m guessing she hung up because not long after that, the door opened.

“Grayson?” 

“What are you doing here?” she asked, slightly confused. She stepped to the side, letting me in and closing the door behind us.

“I heard Ethan say you weren’t feeling good, so I just wanted to see if you were okay.” I said, standing in the middle of the living room.

“You can sit down you know?” she said sitting down on her couch. 

“And I’m not sick. I just told E that, so he would take me home.” she said, nibbling her bottom lip. A habit of hers I’ve picked up on pretty quickly. She usually does it when she’s feeling bad or guilty about something. 

“Why’d you do that?” I asked, sitting on the couch next to her.

“I don’t know.” her voice was at a whisper. She was fiddling with the ends of her sleeves. I can tell she was lying. She did know why, she just didn’t want to tell me.

We talked for a bit, catching up with what’s been happening with our lives. I congratulated her on hitting 1 Million subscribers on YouTube. I was honestly so proud of her. I just wish I could’ve been a part of all her great achievements. I was too busy being mad at Y/N for what she did, and in spite I started dating some blonde bimbo, trying to get over her. But I never did. My feelings for her never went away. No matter how much I tried to act like I didn’t care, I always have. I was such  prideful person, that I didn’t want to admit it. When Ethan started dating her, words couldn’t even explain how much that hurt me. But I still kept that “I don’t care” attitude going. Even though deep down I knew we belonged together. I don’t want to be that prideful person anymore. I don’t want to lie about my feelings anymore. I need to tell her

“I love you Y/N!” I said, cutting her off. 

“Wh-What did you just say? she asked, standing up from the couch looking at me.

“I said I lo-” I tried to speak but she cut me off.

“No! Shut up!” she yelled at me.

“Why would you do that? You can’t… You can’t just randomly come here, and tell me you love me Grayson! You can’t do that! Especially when I’m dating your brother! For fuck sake, I love you too, but I’m with your bro-” I didn’t let her finish. 

I grabbed the sides of her cheeks and crashed my lips onto hers. She kissed me back, but trying her hardest to keep her arms at her side. Her arms found their way around my neck. I smile into the kiss as I felt her wrapping her arms tighter. Our lips were moving in sync, my hands trailed down her waist. I rested them on the small of her back, pulling her body closer against mine. Her chest against mine, as I could feel my heart beat out of my chest. 

I pulled away from our kiss, and rest my forehead on top of hers. My eyes meeting her beautiful brown ones. My hands found her butt giving it a playful squeeze.

“Jump.” I whispered, before connecting my lips on her soft plump ones.

She jumps wrapping her legs around my waist, as I continue to kiss her intensely. Without breaking the kiss I carry her into her bedroom, and set her down on the set. She takes the collar of my shirt, and pulls me down on top on her. I moved my hands along her sides, stopping at the bottom of her shirt. I pulled her shirt up slowing revealing her stomach. She arched her back, so I could continue removing her shirt. I stopped kissing her for a quick second to pull the shirt over her head, and tossing it on the floor. Her hands made way under my shirt, running her hands up and down my back. She grabbed the trim of my shirt, I pulled my body away from her letting drag off my shirt one arm at a time, than tugging it off my head. I reconnected my lips onto hers, licking her bottom lip for entrance. She parted her lips letting me in, and our kiss deepened.

I moved my hands down slowly, my fingers meeting the waist of her shorts, and slowly pulled them down her legs. I bent down kissing her most private part through her red lace panties, as I run my hands down the back of her legs. She shivered slightly, and I glance up seeing her smiling down at me. I gave her a smirk, as I slid her panties down, tossing them on the floor with her shorts. 

I stood at the end of the bed, pulling down my sweats, and boxers, kicking them off to the side. Not once did my eyes leave her. She looked so beautiful laying there waiting for me. A part of me was feeling really bad for doing this to Ethan, but a part of me didn’t really care. As harsh as that sounds, I didn’t. He knew how I felt about Y/N. But he still decided to go after her. I know I say it a lot, but she belongs with me. And tonight I’m going to show her just how much I want her. 

I grabbed her ankles, and pulled her towards the end of the bed. I climbed on top of her, grabbing her hands, raising them over her head, and locking her fingers with mine.

“Want me to show you who the better twin is? I asked, planting wet kisses up and down her neck. 

“I’m gonna make you feel better than Ethan ever could.” I whispered against her lips.

“Ethan and I… We never… We never had sex…” she said. Her eyes locking on mine.

What? Her and Ethan never had sex? Why? I mean obviously that’s a good thing, but why the hell didn’t he want to tap that ass? Maybe he did? Maybe she didn’t want to have sex with him? I don’t know, but the thought of Y/N never even being touched by my brother turned me on 10 times more. She’s mine. All mine. 

“Mmm.” she hummed, as I pushed my dick into her slowly, not wanting to hurt her. 

Her eyes locked on mine, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I had her hands in mine, still resting over her head. I was dominantly her physically, but emotionally, she had me at her mercy. I started picking up my pace moving in and out of her body. My eyes never leaving hers. I could feel Y/N digging her nails into my back. But I didn’t mind. That just means I was doing my job. 

“Fuck! Grayson!” she screamed out, as I began to thrust deeper into her. 

I could see her face start to flush, and I felt her body tighten around me. She was close, and I was too. I can feel myself creeping closer and closer into the edge of an orgasm. I started to move faster, and harder.

“G-Grayson, I’m about to cum!” she moaned.

“Cum for me Y/N!” I groaned, pumping my entire length inside her.

“F-fuck!” she half moaned, and half screamed. I continued stroking deeper and faster strokes, until I felt our bodies trembling against each other, and we both came together. 

I rolled over on my side, pulling her naked body close to mind. 

“What did we just do?” she asked. Tracing circles into my bare chest.

I didn’t say anything. We both knew exactly what we did. Y/N just cheated on Ethan, and I just had sex with his girlfriend. Probably by far the most shittiest thing I’ve done. 

“I love you Gray.” Y/N said.

A little taken back at the fact that she just told me she loves me. But I didn’t question her about it. I knew she meant it. I just knew. 

“I love you too babygirl.” I said as I placed a kiss on her forehead. I pulled her closer, and held her tighter against me. 

How can something be so wrong, but feel so right?

The Dating "Application"

1. Name
2. Age
3. Zodiac sign
4. Relationship status
5. Background
6. Are you family oriented? Describe your family.
7. Do you like children?
8. Do you want to get married one day?
9. What do you think of cheating in a relationship?
10. Do you think you could be committed to one person for the rest of your life?
11. Are you religious? What are your religious beliefs?
12. Do you like to cuddle? Are you a big or little spoon?
13. Do you like to party?
14. Are you a Netflix binger?
15. Would you rather go out and party or stay in and watch Netflix?
16. Do you smoke/drink/do drugs?
17. What are your life goals/dreams?
18. Are you a picky eater? Tell me about your food preferences.
19. Can you cook? Do you like to cook? Would you cook with me?
20. Are you romantic/do you like being romanced?
21. What turns you on? What turns you off?
22. Do you prefer to make love, to fuck or an equal mixture of both?
23. Do you have any pet peeves?
24. Fears/phobias?
25. Do you like to travel?
26. Where would you pick to go on your honeymoon?
27. What is your favorite movie? Tv show?
28. What do you usually do for the holidays?
29. Do you still talk to any of your exes?
30. Are you reliable?
31. What’s the quickest way to your heart?
32. Have you ever done anything illegal?
33. Do you have any hobbies?
34. Are you currently crushing on anyone/is there someone I’d have to compete with for your heart?
35. Tell me something interesting about yourself. A secret?
36. Do you get mad easily?
37. Do you have any best friends? Tell me about them.
38. Do you like animals? Do you have any pets? If no, would you want any?
39. Are you down to do random things/have spontaneous adventures?
40. Are you the jealous type?
41. Have you ever done anything crazy in a relationship?
42. Describe your sense of humor.
43. Do you have any talents?
44. What’s your favorite game?
45. What are you looking for in a significant other?
46. What would you do today if you knew you were going to die tomorrow?
47. What would you do with one million dollars?
48. What would you do/change if you became ruler of the world?
49. Are you a touchy feely person?
50. Is there anything you haven’t said that you want me to know?

I want someone to make a site I can go to to aggregate fandom arguments into their simplest, stupidest forms for me.  Not, like, shipping drama, that’s boring.  I want the good stuff- I want to know why the 40k nerds are yelling at each other about factions this week(chaos says they got cheated out of a campaign win with no chance for them to possibly have won, imperium is laughing at their salt, and the Orcs are laughing and mocking both), I want to know only the freshest of salt coming out of the LoL competitive scene, and I want up to date statistics on the relationship between using the effective guns available early in CoD and getting called a faggot.  I want to know what makes angry, sweaty middle aged men the angriest and sweatiest, because I don’t know about you, but that sounds hot fucking hillarious.

hadjiiembercolgatenerdmctillhawk  asked:

well i got yelled at one time for using the terms "biological gender" and "gender identity" when talking about Chara so i kinda know what you're talking about. thanks Tumblr

I’m probably going to get a lot of people angry saying this but…I think people have made gender such a big deal because us first-world babies haven’t had enough to complain about so let’s b*tch about freaking gender! something that exists for the sole purpose of reproducing and something we have no control over! and let’s get really mad at someone when they assume said gender! I got yelled at by a gender fluid person when I said “sorry, miss.” after we almost collided with each other on a walkway! Excuuuse me how I was I supposed to know you were jumping back and forth and was a guy that day??

…I did not mean to rant =w= and I probably just set off an explosion for saying such a thing on Tumblr of all places. Yeah I get it, there are some people out there that legitimately don’t know what gender they are and there are people that don’t like looking like a girl and dress more neutrally, or like a guy and vice versa (hell I do that) honestly I’d be more sympathetic about the whole thing if people weren’t such assholes about it

but good lord I think there are more important things we can be putting this attention towards….


ok I won’t talk about genders anymore, I know it’s annoying for some XD it’s sort of why I’ve stopped following some Undertale ask blogs because that’s all they freaking talk about.

Ok I’ll stop now 

Originally posted by xspongebobmomentsx