still not sure about top right

shoutout to trans guys

mid-transition trans guys don’t get nearly enough recognition on this site. it feels like all trans guy positivity is either geared towards pre-everything Soft Boys™ or towards ‘fully transitioned’ cis-passing men, so here’s a shoutout to all my in-betweeners.

here’s to the guys who are out but aren’t respected.

to the guys who are on T but still don’t pass.

to the guys who work out but don’t see any results.

to the guys who have binders but still don’t feel flat.

to the guys who have the right legal name but the wrong legal sex.

to the guys who still aren’t sure which bathroom to use.

to the guys who are impatient about their patchy facial hair.

to the guys who are insecure about how their top surgery scars are healing.

to the guys who feel stuck in the gray zone between ‘boy’ and ‘man’.

to all the trans guys waiting, it’s okay. you are worthy of respect.

A “Bendy and the Ink Machine” Theory: Why Bendy is so Resentful

The first thing everyone thinks of when they see the art and characters of “Bendy and the Ink Machine” are the classic, old-school Disney characters, especially Mickey Mouse. And how could they not? The designs are meant to reflect the style of animation from the late 1910′s to the early 1940′s.

However, in looking at some of the old-school animations, I’ve noticed an animation studio that’s even more similar to the fictional one in the Ink Machine, and that’s Fleischer Studios.

Fleischer Studios is mostly known as the company who created classic characters such as Koko the Clown, Popeye the Sailor, and Betty Boop. Back in the early decades of animation, the Fleischer cartoons were considered revolutionary. It was this very studio that patented the style of rotoscope animation, and had their characters jump off the canvas and into the real world, giving the cartoons new life.

One of the most popular Max Fleischer cartoon series was known as “Out of the Inkwell”, which primarily featured Koko the Clown and, later on, Betty Boop as well. The characters seemed to live in the inkwell until the animator drew them out at the start of an episode, or they’d find a way to escape the inkwell on their own.

Originally posted by mothgirlwings

What followed the majority of the time (I’ve only seen two of the many, many episodes where this wasn’t the case) was the animator causing the character direct, deliberate pain, or putting them in dangerous situations.

In “False Alarm”, Koko rolled a cigarette for Max Fleischer, visibly took extra care to make sure it was well-rolled and the best he could make it, and tossed it right into the animator’s mouth. Max then lit a match, lit the cigarette, and threw the still-burning match into Koko’s paper world. In “Bedtime”, Max drew Koko onto a steep, dangerous mountain with only a small area to stand on at the top, as a way to “keep [him] quiet for the night”, and later forced Koko back into the inkwell because he had a nightmare about the character. 

Yes. Koko, through no fault of his own, was crammed back into a tiny inkwell, because the animator had a dream about him. Of course, Koko would get into his share of shenanigans from time to time, as cartoons generally do, but most of this treatment was either completely unearned, or was punishment taken too far.

Originally posted by felixkeepswalking

Now, considering the fact that Bendy’s cartoons are probably silent cartoons made in the same era as “Out of the Inkwell”, it wouldn’t come as a surprise to me if Henry and the Sillyvision staff treated Boris and Bendy in the exact same way, believing “Oh, they’re just cartoons, it’s not really hurting them,” while unaware that Bendy and Boris were sentient creations. It seems likely, especially with how fed up the employee in the tape recording sounded, that the studio took their frustrations out on the cartoon characters.

And, if Bendy and co. were promised better treatment that was never received, you can bet they’d be livid about the fact that…

Edit: My friend @greenbloodfurlife​ made another very good point: the Creators are literally God to these cartoons. There’s no way around that. The cartoons try to please their God, and they respond with malevolence? Not just like, God with the flood, but your God, that you can see and talk to face to fucking face, laughing as he tries to actively torture and/or kill you. 

— buzz | 1.0 (m)

pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings— smut, masturbation with a twist, non-penetrative sex toy usage 
words— 4,851

:: summary: in which you’re unsure if you’ve ever received an orgasm and when you finally pluck up the courage to use the vibrator you bought that one day on a whim, Yoongi barges through the door…

» 1.0 :: 2.0 :: 3.0  ✓  
↳ yoongi’s pov +

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I mentally swore, seeing there were no panties in my draw suitable to wear to work. I easily shrugged it off as I pulled my ripped jeans. Doing up the waist a velvet voice brought me out of my head war.

“You are wearing panties under those tight jeans?” I turned to see him still reading his book, as if I was only hearing things, when his eyes flashed up I knew he did speak. “Are you?”

“Yes.” I swallowed hard, my voice shaky as I spoke.

“Are you sure about that?” He stated, placing his book down next to him.

“Yes.” I tried to sound convincing, but the flash that glinted through his eyes, told me other wise. I turned away from him to change into the top I choose out.

“So,” his voice was right behind me now. “If I was to do this,” he whispered as his hands found my stomach and travelled one down. “I would find you with panties on?” He asked, as his teeth grazed my ear. No words came out of my mouth, and now he was absolutely sure I was lying to him.

“Not going to defend yourself now?” He hummed against my neck, as he undid the bottom of jeans and unzipped the fly. “If I find that you are lying to me, I won’t be nice.”

He circled one arm around my body, holding me to my chest, while a hand trailed down my stomach and into my jeans. My breath hitches as I felt his fingers graze my clit.

“Well, well, well, the kitten was lying.” He tutted.

for @fauvistfly, who wanted something with pining and stiles being a singer

rated T, 2.3k also on AO3 here 

It’s four am and the diner is quiet. Derek finishes wiping down a table; life as usual, he’s alone, he’s at work, everything goes on as it does. He refills coffee for the two tired-looking truckers sitting at the counter and goes back to refilling the salt shakers.

The last time Cora was home, she’d asked if he and Laura ever considered selling the place. “Doesn’t do much business,” she said, trying to be gentle. Say it was okay to let go. But she’d only been a baby when the accident happened that took their parents; she didn’t have memories growing up here the way Derek and Laura did, playing hide-and-seek under the counters, watching their dad bake pies and their mom fill coffee, listening to travelers talk about their lives on the road.

Hale’s is fifty miles from the nearest town in either direction, a blink-and-miss-it diner still stuck in the ‘50s, right off the Pacific Coast Highway. The little town of Beacon Hills is an hour away, so almost all the patrons are travellers, people looking for respite from the road, on their way up to the redwoods or heading down to San Francisco and Los Angeles. There’s a little wall of autographs from famous people who’ve dined here; cowboys and starlets and authors and people Derek’s parents took a shine to. The diner is a historic landmark, not to mention it’s always been home to Derek.

So Laura manages the day shift and Derek does the night. It works out well; he doesn’t have to interact with people much. He and Laura were homeschooled until high school, and Derek had found Beacon Hills High School overwhelming with its crowds.

The radio starts a new song; it’s one of Derek’s favorites. He doesn’t remember the name of the artist, but it makes Derek feel alive. The song lyrics aren’t particularly sensual, but the man’s voice is— Derek shudders, feeling his blood run hot under his skin, and he imagines the warm touch of someone pulling him close, embracing him, kissing him—

“Can I take this coffee to go?”

“Oh. Sure,” Derek says, pouring the trucker’s coffee into a plastic cup.

They leave him a decent tip and are off, the bell jingling as they go.

Derek sighs, watching the moonlight dance across the ocean in the distance. He listens to the rustling of the trees, and occasionally a car will drive past the diner, lights blaring.

He turns off the radio and hums the song to himself as he sweeps up.

There’s longing here, of a love long lost, and Derek is lost to the song, to the memories it drags up.

Nothing but the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the white hot sun burning just beyond Derek’s closed eyes. He can feel the warm body next to him stir awake, and then fingers carding through his hair.

“Derek… hey. You awake?”

“Nope,” Derek says, and he can already picture it: Stiles leaning over him, his hair still wet, eyes bright with laughter.

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anonymous asked:

What unknown lowkey adrienette fics would you recommend? I kind of want to find and support unknown authors but everyone I know and read are popular af :/

dear anon, please thank @alyseb630​ for this rec list because she’s the one who told me lmao 

She’s the real mvp

Originally posted by dailyhappylife

incoming. a lot of freaking fics.

Amour Fou by Yilena

“A shy, socially awkward young teenager searches for friendship, and develops a misguided attraction for who he assumes to be his best friend’s crush. AU.”

Alyse says:  It’s from Adrien’s pov and he has Nino as an online friend. Nino sends him a picture of Alya and Marinette and Adrien gets a huge crush on her. Eventually moves back to Paris where nino lives and opens a cat cafe. And eventually hires Marinette. It’s super cute!

Allez Savoir Pourquoi by Yilena

(it’s a sister fic to the previous one)

“Marinette had seen her soulmate for years without knowing his identity, until they bumped into each other at a newly opened cat café. On a whim, she agrees to work for him. AU.”

Alyse says:  And it’s a soulmate au!!!! You see your soulmate in the reflection of your mirror in this au. It’s so good! And in this one you realize that Marinette’s been crushing on Adrien for years too. Just in a different way. She’s been seeing him in her mirror for years.

Can I Get Your Name? by anavoli

“Every day, Adrien Agreste comes into Starbucks and orders a tall, non-fat latte with caramel drizzle. And every day, Marinette makes it a personal challenge to give him a different nickname. Little does she know that this little bit of fun will reveal Adrien’s other identity - Chat Noir.

 (Miraculous Ladybug AU where everything’s the same but they don’t know each other from school and Marinette doesn’t have a crush on Adrien…yet.)”

Kissing in the Rain by childoflightningg

“Actors Marinette and Adrien keep finding themselves kissing in the rain, yet can’t seem to express their feelings offscreen. Actors AU”

All You Need Is Love and a Cat by heymacareyna

“In a world where shapeshifting is real and Ladybug and Chat Noir are nothing more than a kids’ animated show, Adrien and Marinette part ways after high school. Adrien develops the ability to shift into a domestic black cat, and when he’s stranded in the rain one morning, a familiar face rescues him. After spending the day with her as a cat, he decides to befriend her in his human form as well.”

Scrawl Mates by Aspiring_Life

“Adrien Agreste is caught off guard one day when he finds out he has a soul mate connected to him by the power of art. Anything written on his skin appears on theirs, and he wants desperately to find the girl that covers him in beautiful art.”

Frisky Business by 1nner_sakura

“Marinette and Adrien have been slowly but surely getting to know each other since their identities were revealed, falling into a comfortable - if occasionally confusing and frustrating - relationship dynamic. They’re closer than they’ve ever been (although maybe not close enough for either of their liking), but this? 

Well, this might be a LITTLE more than they bargained for. 

 [Also known as the One Where Miraculouses have Strange Side-Effects, Adrien and Marinette Really Need to DTR, and Marinette Refuses to Be Kinkshamed.]“ 

Check Plus One by volti

“Marinette is finally going to do it. She’s finally going to ask Adrien on a date. Of course, this poses a bit of a problem when he asks her first.”

Sad Hats and Black Cats by littleangels

“And you’re absolutely sure that you’re fine…?” 

 Adrien nodded. “I’m pawsitive.” 

 Marinette still looked unconvinced. “Your heart’s not in the pun.” 

 “Is that really a legitimate reason to say I’m feeling down?” 

 “Well, there’s that and your sad hat.” 

 “I’m not… I’m not sad, Marinette. Will you please stop being so stubborn about it? I’m fine.” 

 “Look,” she began, “I know we aren’t as close as we used to be, but I’m your friend, Adrien. I’m one of your best friends. You can tell me if something happened. You know that, right?” She placed her hand on top of his. “I’m here for you. 

A Test of Courage by Zaphirite

Marinette still couldn’t believe that the carnival set up a huge attraction based on them. “Ladybug and Chat Noir: The 5D Experience!” flashed above their heads in bright red neon letters. Luckily, having a best friend who is also Ladybug’s #1 fan gives her the chance to secretly check it out. Unluckily, said best friend was plotting against her.

A Test of Strength by Zaphirite

Being a superhero isn’t all completely in the mask and magic. When her classmates see her muscled arms a challenge ensues, and Marinette is confident that she could take any of them on in an arm wrestling match. She’s swung from buildings and defeated countless akuma, surely she could beat a civilian. …right?

Paws Fur Coffee by Zaphirite

“He was so sure that Ladybug would already push him off a rooftop if she knew his civilian identity worked at a café called “Paws Fur Coffee” of all names (the owner is a dog person, but he’ll take it), but his flub on the chalkboard menu just topped it all off. 

 His neat handwriting read back to him: “Chai Noir”. 

 (In which Adrien Agreste has some really cool ideas about the special drink of the week and gets to know a regular customer.)”

Fireworks and Pizzazz by peonydee

“When Marinette’s interview is published at a local magazine, people’s reaction, she thought, are a bit excessive”

secret love song by pallasjoanna

One would expect a best friend of Nino’s to have more eclectic music tastes but Adrien has always been singular in his. He revels in cheesy pop songs and belts out anime openings in the shower (with perfect lyrics; she’s tried checking once), and he likes dancing to both when he’s alone or with close friends or with Marinette. The song starts off low and soft, and she playfully bats at his hair as he croons into her ear about being held in the street and being kissed on the dance floor.


 A rainy day, all too catchy songs, and attempted waltzing around the living room.

Duets by AlexMac

“So we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets” AU 

 Alcohol mention warning”

paint and puns by psychopathicdorito

“Teamwork is something Marinette and Adrien are definitely good at, no questions asked. (Day #8 of Adrinette April. The topic for the day: acting like their alter egos).”


Nobody asked for this, but here it is anyway: a SQUIP hair tutorial (for my own original design, not the canon)

I actually made this for myself to use as a reference, because it turns out his hair is really friggen hard to draw (why you gotta be so extra,boi???).

But I thought you guys might be interested in seeing the break-down too, so here you go! A small chunk of Chi’s creative process, for your viewing pleasure!

anyway, can you guys believe that earlier this afternoon, while Jonas was just in the middle of telling Isak about going skateboarding with the guys and did Isak feel like coming with, Even walked up to them until he was right behind Isak, put his chin on top of Isak’s head, his hands in the pockets of Isak’s coat and then joined the conversation ever so coolly and casually. and like, Jonas is expecting Isak to panic about this public display of affection a little bit still, studies Isak’s face carefully as he waits for him to quickly scan the hallway in that fearful way of his but Isak doesn’t, grins up at Even instead, before turning his gaze back to Jonas and telling him yeah, sure, and if maybe Even can come too. Jonas nods a quick of course, catches the easy grin Even throws his way and watches him kiss the top of Isak’s head before stepping back as two girls enter the hallway, and he gets it then. gets that Isak doesn’t worry about checking hallways anymore because he knows Even’s already done that and made his decision accordingly, gets that Isak has shown Even his limits, his boundaries, knowing they would be respected then and always, gets that Even understands Isak now, too, the way he did, the way he does again, that they can be a team now, two boys all in for one boy, and isn’t that the most comforting thought for a best friend to have?

{PART 12} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; After the best and worst day of your life to date, you find yourself back at Jungkook’s Manor. You hope your first night there will be a quiet and uneventful one; but Jungkook has other ideas in mind.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature.

{Part 1}// {Part 11} {Part 12} {Part 13}

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Bad Match - Part 13.

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words Count: 2.8k+

Warnings: angst, tough love from friends, kind of fluffy, self-loathing, swearing, bad english.  

A/N: Friends give some tough love to both Bucky and Reader. Sorry for the huge delay on posting this. I promise (fingers crossed) that part 14 won’t take that long to be posted.  

Feedback? Please!!!!

Part 1Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 (coming soon)


“Tony…” you cried out tightening the embrace. Between sobs, you proclaimed the reason you had gone to him. “I can’t be here anymore. I’m sorry… but I can’t be an Avenger.”

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Fenrys Headcanon

Many anons requested 10 for (precious) Fenrys so here is a post dedicated solely to the our boyo!

Sleeping Headcanon:

- When Fenrys is tired he’ll yawn widely to the point his sharp canines show, but the little exhausted noise that comes from his mouth immediately makes him look more adorable.

- His friends tell him to go to bed. The Cadre insisting upon it even though Fenrys says otherwise.

“You old fae geezers should be the ones worried about getting all your beauty sleep. Obviously I don’t need any more help in that department,” Fenrys will wave at his muscled body just as another yawn wracks his body.

- “Oh looks like boyo needs a little puppy nap,” the Cadre snicker until Fenrys rolls his eyes and indeed heads to bed. But not because he is tired (or so he claims).

- Fenrys will make an effort to change into nightclothes.

- But after stripping down to just his underwear he decides that he’ll be fine without the extra layers.

- Fenrys is also quite playful before bed. If he’s in his wolf form he’ll be sure to prowl around the bed. Circling it while his lover sits patiently on the bed. Fenrys will jump on the bed in a surprise attack and lick his partner’s face until he’ll be right on top of them.

- At that point Fenrys will shift back into his fae form, but will still continue to kiss his lover and roll them over in a fit of laughter that can be heard down the hall.

- Other relaxed nights consist of Fenrys moving about the room in his semi-nakedness before bed.

- Varied tasks will be completed whether that be putting away weapons or arranging clothes for the next day.

- Either way Fenrys knows that him striding back and forth in the bedroom makes his partner eager to watch.

- When his lover finally has to beckon Fenrys to bed, he is more than happy to return to the soft sheets and warmed bed that his lover awaits in.

- He’ll crawl into bed on his hands and knees. It’s quite a glorious sight for those that have ever seen the male move gracefully even in a state of exhaustion. 

- If Fenrys knows he’s being watch he’ll wriggle his butt a bit as though he were wagging his tail and shoot an inviting smirk over his shoulder if his partner for some reason has not gotten into bed yet.


- Many would be more than willing to hop into bed with him without any more incentive than the smoldering look he gives them. 

- If Fenrys is sharing the bed with another he’ll take the time to tuck them in. Even going so far as to fluff their pillow a bit and pull the cover over them snugly. 

- Fenrys will get cozy next to his partner and he’ll talk about some of the most random topics before going to bed.

“Do you think Rowan in his bird form can talk the crows into crapping on Lorcan tomorrow during training?”

- His questions and comments will result in bursts of laughter from his lover to the point that they stay up late talking.

- Fenrys loves it when his hair is played with. It soothes him and occasionally he’ll fall asleep with his head rested on his partner’s chest as he his hair is being stroked.

- No matter what Fenrys always end up clutching his lover close to his chest. Sometimes to the point where they will be half on top of his dark muscular body.

- Fenrys doesn’t mind it at all. He loves the weight of his partner against him and the sound of their breathing lulls him into a deep sleep with a smile on his face.


So, Danke an Alle für’s warten! Das versprochene Update:

Wir hatten wie bereits erwähnt ein Meeting bezüglich der Planung für eine BTS EUROPA TOUR und haben allen zunächst unsere Daten und Fakten präsentiert. Es hat ein längeres hin und her gegeben und uns wurde im Anschluss gesagt, dass unsere Präsentation gut war. Die Planung für die Europa Tour ist schon seit einer ganzen Weile im Gange, so weit uns mitgeteilt wurde. Warum es noch nicht dazu kam liegt unter anderem (wie wir uns gedacht haben) daran, dass es noch ziemlich unergründet ist. (Gemeint ist, eine so große Tour in so vielen kleinen Ländern wie in Europa abzuhalten). Wir haben lange bestärkt das der Markt gerade jetzt ideal dafür wäre (da BTS quasi auf ihrem derzeitigen Höhepunkt stehen). Wir haben also keine offiziellen Daten und Angaben bekommen, durften uns aber mit eine ihrer Partner Event Firmen ebenfalls treffen und haben quasi ein TEAM UP mit der Event Firma aus Seoul errungen. Wir haben jetzt also quasi ein Team, das als Ansprechpartner fungiert: direkt vor Ort, welche bereits auf Tour mit BTS waren. Die hauptsächliche Planung wird nun mit besagter Firma stattfinden und uns wurde eine Tour für 2018 zugesichert. Wie viele Länder involviert sind wissen wir nicht direkt, aber das Deutschland unter ihnen ist!

Wir möchten uns nochmal bei Allen bedanken. Wenn wir genauere Informationen oder Kenntnisse über weitere zur Tour abgeklärt haben, wird es ein weiteres Update geben!

Wie bereits erwähnt würden wir dann auch nochmal ein Q&A abhalten! Daten hier zu folgen dann auch kommende Woche!


So, thanks everybody for your patience. The promised Update:

Like we told you guys previously we went to Seoul to have a meeting regarding the BTS EUROPE TOUR and first of all presented them our collected Research. We had some ups and downs but got told that most of our research was great. They told us that a Europe Tour is planned since long ago. One of the reasons why it didn’t happen yet was (like we assumed) because of less knowledge about the european music market. (Which by that we mean holding a big tour in so many small countries like in Europe). Anyway we still made sure they understand the importance to start a tour as soon as possible (while BTS is literally on the top of their career rn). So we didn’t got any further information regarding dates for the tour but we got the chance to meet one of their previous Event Managements and after having a meeting we made a TEAM UP with them possible! We basically have a Event management team right there in Seoul, who are functioning as our Partners and best of all even toured with BTS before! We are going to plan anything further together with the Event management and got told that there will be a europe tour 2018. Sadly we still don’t know which other countries are included yet but all we know is that Germany is.

We want to thank everyone for your support. As soon as there are new informations we’ll update you all about everything!

We also think having another Q&A would be a good idea so we’ll update you about the details for this upcoming week!

When You Can’t Sleep

  It was getting later and later, and still stubbornly sleep evaded you, refusing to allow you to retire from what had been an admittedly difficult day. You had tried everything you could think of, short of actually knocking yourself out, but none of it was working. Counting sheep, patterned breathing, you had even done that thing where you think about every muscle individually and relax them one at a time, but even that hadn’t helped. The once comforting and familiar darkness of your room was staring to creep you out in all honesty. That was how you knew it was time to take action. You turned over in bed to face  your soundly sleeping boyfriend. You crinkled your nose in indecision. He had said that he was here to help you with anything… But you were unsure whether or not that included waking him at 2:00 in the morning because you couldn’t sleep. But at this point, you didn’t care anymore, you were desperate. Taking a deep breath you reached out to touch his back and wake him.

  Tamaki instantly responded to your touch, rolling over and pulling you lazily but firmly into his arms. “Mon amour… what is it you need so early?” You looked into his half lidded eyes, apologetic. You almost regretted waking him up… “I can’t sleep.” you explained, hardly over a whisper. In response he simply grinned down at you. “Well why didn’t you say so? Would you like me to tell you a story?” You simply nodded in response. He thought for a moment, trying to find just the right story to tell. After a while, he began in a low, melodious voice, rough with sleep. “Once upon a time, there was a prince and a princess…” You smiled, snuggling deeper into his comforting warmth. How did you get so lucky, you wondered, as to have a boyfriend like this. You finally fell asleep, more to his voice telling the story more than the words he was saying, counting your blessings, him following shortly thereafter.

  Kyoya didn’t move. His sleeping mind ignored your touch and went on with its much loved sleep. You were hesitant to try again, since everyone knows that its practically asking for death to wake Kyoya from his sleep, but the shadows in the room had become more menacing than comforting, and all you wanted to sleep. Once you got him awake, you knew he would know what to do. He always did. So, once more you reached out a tentative hand and shook him slightly harder than last time. “Kyoya?” Your soft voice roused him that last push and he rolled over to face you, glaring slightly. “Whatever could you possibly need at this hour (y/n)?” You pouted slightly. “I’m sorry I woke you Kyoya. I just… I couldn’t sleep and you said that if I ever needed something that I could ask you.” He sighed, but his gaze did soften exponentially. “I suppose I did say that. What would you request of me, now that I’m up?” You thought about it for a moment. “Talk to me? Put me to sleep Kyoya.” His eyebrow raised lazily. “Are you calling me boring (y/n)?” You flushed slightly at the misunderstanding. “No! I just… I don’t know, it seemed  like a good idea.” He pursed his lips slightly, thinking. “How about we go on a drive? I’m already up, and I’ve read that the motions of the car can help to lull people to sleep.” You thought it over. There’s no reason it wouldn’t work really… and worst case scenario, the city is really pretty at night. “Alright, let’s go then.”

  Hikaru, to your surprise was already awake. “Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked you. You nodded your head, confirming his statement. “What do we do now?” He wrapped his arms around you, running a hand absentmindedly through your (h/c) hair. “I dunno.” He responded absently, thinking on what to do now that you were both, regrettably, awake. “Screw it.” he stated, causing you to raise your eyebrows in question. “Wanna go play video games until we pass out?” You laughed slightly. Of course his big idea was to play video games. “Why not.” You agreed. The two of you got up, heading downstairs in just your pajamas. You sat on the couch as he set up the console. “What do you want to play?” He asked, eliciting a shrug and noncommittal noise from you. He popped something random into the machine and joined you on the couch. The game he put in was some sort of deep sea diving game that he claimed would help the two of you relax. It did just that, as not even ten minutes into the game, the two of you were passed out on the couch in a heap, snoring loudly.

  Kaoru was up as soon as you touched his back. Groaning, he rolled over, not even opening his eyes as he pulled you to his chest. “Yes (y/n)?” Frowning a bit, you hugged him in apology. “I’m sorry for waking you. I couldn’t sleep…” He sighed a bit, still not fully awake, and clearly wanting to be back asleep. Rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him, he put his lip to your ears. “Go to sleep (y/n),” he whispered gently. He continued absentmindedly whispering into your ear, his voice lulling you to sleep faster than anything else you could have tried. He whispered anything and everything he thought of to you, his voice being more important than the actual words. He whispered about what you two were going to do tomorrow to start with, but right before you fell asleep, you were pretty sure you heard him whispering the grocery list to you. You felt his lips on your forehead, just before you heard “Goodnight (y/n), sleep well.”

  Mori took some effort to wake, seeing as he was basically a human brick wall, but once he was up, you had all of his attention. It actually surprised and impressed you how fast he went from asleep to completely alert and aware. His eyes questioned you as he looked down at you. “I couldn’t sleep…” you whispered, somewhat reluctant to break the peaceful atmosphere. He nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close. “Sleep now (y/n).” He said in his deep, comforting voice. He then proceeded to run his hands through your (h/c) hair, massaging your scalp lightly as he did so. His massaging trailed down your back, eliciting an almost purr-like sound from your throat, causing him to chuckle in response. He trailed his way down your back slowly, causing every muscle in you to relax. You ended up falling asleep to a particularly comforting massage on your lower back. He gazed fondly down at your finally sleeping form, a  slight smile on his lips, before eventually dozing off, joining you in the dream land in your minds.

  Honey, to your surprise and great relief was already up. He turned over to face you the second he felt your hand touch his back. “What are you doing up (y/n)-chan?” You tilted your head slightly in confusion. “I couldn’t sleep. Why are you up?” You questioned, genuinely curious as to why he wasn’t sleeping. “Well, you see I was trying to decide whether or not to have my special cake night tonight, because if I did then I would have to leave you up here all by yourself! I didn’t want to do that, but I really wanted some cake!” You grinned at his eagerness and pleading eyes. He was dropping some not-so-subtle hints.You pretended to think it over for a moment. “Well, I suppose since I’m up…” his eyes lit up as you dragged out the sentence, “maybe we could go downstairs and eat the cake together.” He jumped out of the bed in record speed, dragging you behind him. “I was thinking the same thing!” Laughing, you followed him down to the kitchen. There was no chance of sleep tonight, you realized, but you got some Honey time and that was always a win in your opinion. Besides, maybe tomorrow you could take a nap together~

 Not requested by anyone in particular, I just felt like writing this one! If you have any requests, send them on my way~ Any and all constructive criticism is appreciated, and please send and=y tips, I’m always looking for ways to be a better writer! Thank you for reading! Sincerely, 

Ashes~ <3

I just like, see Yondu finding out who Mary Poppins is and getting peeved at Quill…but deciding if he’s going to ream Quill for the joke he’s going to do it right and watches the whole movie. And while sure there’s still some stuff about her he doesn’t like, he does like that he was compared to someone who’s always right, always comes out on top, competent at childcare, and yeah he gets the joke about how he was floating.

Quill is mortified when he gets a voice message about how Yondu never knew his kid thought he was “practically perfect in every way.” Yondu’s going to hold that over his head for years.


Pairing: single uncle!harry x reader

Warnings: mention of death

Words: 1578

Summary: Harry’s niece befriends her first grade teacher and Harry seems to become fond of her. 

A/N: maybe part 2? 

Harry had no family; no brothers, he no longer had a sister and his parents didn’t want anything to do with him and his 8 year old niece. Just because his sister accidentally got pregnant at 16, Daisy was his sister’s daughter, she was a good girl and Harry wanted to be sure to protect her from the evil of the world. He wanted to protect her, because he wasn’t able to protect his own sister from her own mind.

Daisy was the best thing that could ever happen to Harry; although he wasn’t expecting to be given a child that wasn’t his at the age of 19. The life of partying and being a player was slowly diminishing for him. 

Harry didn’t have much money, but he had enough to put a roof over them, food on the table, and clothes on her back. He tried to give her everything she wanted but Daisy could see his struggle, even when he never mentioned it to her.

It was Daisy’s first day of first grade tomorrow, and Harry was as nervous as can be. He worried she wouldn’t have enough money for lunch or be alone at the playground. Daisy was used to moving because Harry never had a steady job, “one day I’m going to get us a big house. It’s going to be the size of a castle.” He stretched his arms out for the 6 year old. “We’ll be living like King and princess one day, baby girl,” Harry always promised her this when she asked for something that wouldn’t fit into their 1 bedroom apartment

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Clueless (ft. BTS’ Yoongi)

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Genre: Pure fluff

Pairing: YoongixReader

Summary: Yoongi tries to celebrate your birthday with you for the first time since you started dating less than a year ago, but he realizes that even after spending so much time with you he was still so clueless.

Words: 1,774 (did not proofread)

You set down your bag on chair as you shrugged off your jacket, eyeing Yoongi’s back as he frantically stirred a small pot of soup and stabbed the sizzling steak with a kitchen thermometer that you didn’t even think he had in his apartment. You chortled, the telltale sign of your incoming snarky remarks. “What IS up, Min Yoongi-ssi? Why the candles and this—you’re cooking for me?”

“Sh-Shut up, you’re the one who kept on whining about how I can cook for Jimin and not for you.” And you would have wholeheartedly agreed with him if he hadn’t stuttered. Instead, you laughed in response and hovered behind him, trying to peek over his back until he finally turned to you with an annoyed look on his face. “Why are you here so early anyway?”

You shrugged, looking at the full sink before proceeding to arrange the pile of dishes at the very least. “It’s my birthday. If I hadn’t been stubborn, my boss would’ve given me the day off.”

“Ya, ya stop that. Go sit down on the table.” He scolded, distressed by the fact that you were trying to help him.

“Can I at least light the candles and pour some wine?” you sneered and he rolled his eyes all while carefully scooping soup into bowls. “Where did my flowers-are-such-a-waste-of-money Yoongi go?”

“I know it’s cheesy, don’t rub it in. I’m trying to be nice.” He scolded, walking in to find you struggling with the corkscrew. He wordlessly took it from you and before you could protest, he was already unscrewing the cork ‘til it came off with a pop. He poured wine into the glasses before returning to the kitchen to assemble the steak. You began lighting the tealights with a kitchen lighter.

“I didn’t date you because you were nice, love.” You remarked so nonchalantly that you didn’t even see Yoongi’s bright red ears. “But thank you, I appreciate that you’re making an effort. I hope this is not because it’s the first time?”

“It is because it’s the first time. Don’t expect to get any special treatment next year.” He grumbled as he finally came in with his finished plate. You were about to tease him by asking about how is he so sure that you’ll still be together by your next birthday, but he set the food down in front of you and you immediately gasped.

The steak looked scrumptious with perfectly cooked shrimp on top and asparagus on the side. “Are you sure you cooked this and not just heated it up?”

He gave you a bored look and you laughed. “I’m kidding! Christ, but you do know that…” you hesitated, your now less playful gaze looking at the shrimp on your plate and then his curious eyes. “…I’m kinda allergic to shrimp, right?”

If Yoongi had been paying any less attention, he would have dropped his knife and fork. “What?”

“I told you this! Remember when we went to Palawan and the boys kept wanting to eat seafood? I told you that my lips swell when I eat too much.” You laughed it off, placing a piece of shrimp in your mouth as if to prove a point. You chewed gleefully, the garlicky taste bouncing off your palates.

“I… It slipped my mind, I guess. You’re gonna be okay?” he asked, looking at you eating another piece.

“There’re like four pieces of shrimp on my plate. I can honestly eat more.” You blabbered while cutting your steak. “Oooh… medium rare! The best way to eat steak’—“ Yoongi was already hiding a proud smile until you said, “or so they say, I like my steak medium well though.” You held up a hand and said, “I know, yuck, but I like steak period. I’m pretty sure I could eat it rare.”

If you hadn’t noticed Yoongi pouting from before, you could see it clearly now. “Don’t pout, sweetie. You did well!”

“Please tell me you at least like the wine.” He muttered dejectedly.

You sigh. “I don’t want to upset you, but I know you don’t like lying… I’m not a huge fan of red wine. I like white wine better.”

He was quiet, only the sound of you two cutting up the food was heard in the air, and you were afraid you spoiled the mood. “Your doenjang jjigae is a killer though!” You slurped the soup in a very unladylike manner and let out a subdued squeal as the warm soup trickled down your throat.

Now, it was his turn to sigh. You reached over the table to place your hand in his. “Are you sulking?”


You laughed hysterically and Yoongi couldn’t help lighten up because of your infectious aura. Yoongi let himself get distracted by you animatedly describing how you caught your co-workers trying to decorate your desk for your birthday and he, in turn, told you that he got this whole idea from BTS’ resident cheesy couple, Jin and Namjoon. Before you knew it, he was already clearing the plates from the table and you were blowing out the tealights.

You watched him trying very hard to discreetly take the cake out from the fridge and light the candle on it but ultimately failing because you teased him, “I want my cake. Can’t you go any faster, grandpa?”

Yoongi sighed exasperatedly, giving up on trying to hide the chocolate cake from you. “Go change in the room or something first.”

Without thinking much, you went into his room, which was practically yours too because of the sheer amount of time you spend in his apartment, to grab some clothes and wash your face but then you saw the array of things placed on his bed.

Yoongi heard you scream and he rushed into his room, cake knife still in hand.

“Did you get me all of these?” you gestured wildly at the vast merchandise.

He was genuinely confused at your reaction before nodding slowly, “…yeah?”


“It’s your birthday.”

“So your best idea for a gift is… everything?” you were doing the math in your head because you were pretty sure you saw a new iPhone, a Gucci box and three make-up palettes at first glance. Not to mention the huge teddy bear sitting on a different chair and all the other things that filled up almost his whole bed.

He spoke after a long minute, finally confessing, “I… didn’t know what to get you, so I got everything.”

“This… This is too much, Yoongi!” you exclaimed, disbelief coming out of your mouth in the form of laughter. “I don’t need all of these. I know you’re rich as fuck, but… I just don’t want you spending your money on me like this.”

He was pouting again, so you stepped closer and took his free hand. “Promise me you’ll let me return some of these stuff?”

Though it was embarrassing to concede on his end, he just nodded just because he was fully convinced that the night can’t go any worse. You brought a hand up to caress his cheek, before giving him a peck on the lips. “Thank you. Now, go get me my cake. I’m just going to wash my face. You won’t run when you see my bare face again, right?”

“You wouldn’t even see me.” He smirked before turning around. Even though he didn’t see, you rolled your eyes and changed into an oversized shirt and shorts before washing your face.

When you went into living room and dining area again, everything was dark save from the tealights and candles on the cake.  You grabbed the seat so that you could sit right beside him. You nudged his shoulders and then his thighs with yours, silently teasing him for the cheesy gesture.

“I’m too into this whole plan already to back out, so might as well see it through.” He removed his cap and ruffled through his hair, finally turning to you to look you properly in the eye. The warm lighting from the flickering candles softened his features, any harsh lines that might have been there before were all blended into this soft picture. He smiled, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear and said sincerely, raspy voice and all, “Happy birthday, Y/N.”

You returned his smile, silently rejoicing that the dim lighting somewhat hid your stained cheeks. “Thank you.” You murmured before blowing the candles out on your cake.

Immediately after, with only the tealights guiding you, you tugged Yoongi’s shirt and crashed your lips with his. He was caught off guard and you smirked because that was your intention, but he immediately regained control. He traced your arm from the fist that grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled you so that you were sitting on his lap. Your knuckles relaxed as you sighed into the kiss, opening your mouth for him and wrapping your arms around his neck. His tongue pushed past your lips and clashed with yours, exploring you, tasting you as he pulled you closer with one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders. He continued kissing you languidly, only pulling away when he finally earned a whimper from you.

You pressed your forehead against his, his breath mingling with your soft pants. “I guess your wish came true.” He whispered against your ear.

You giggled, belatedly realizing how cutesy you sounded, “You wish, you arrogant prick. I wished for something else.”

Yoongi pulled away to look at you. “What more can you possibly want?”

“I wished for my clueless boyfriend to actually know who I am and what I really want.” You answered with a pacifying tone.

“Well, what do you want?” You could almost hear the words, ’I’m offended’ from his question.

“You. I already have you. You’re the biggest give that life has given me, what more can I possibly want?” you smiled, finally indulging him with a genuine remark.

You saw the familiar smirk spread on his lips until it escalated to a proud grin that he can no longer hide. “Good.”

“I actually want one more thing.”


“But you see… The bed is occupied.”

A/N: Happy fucking birthday, Robyn/pumcakes/my daughter/stalker/follower (literally). @cdr-dameron this should be enough dontchu think? HAHAHHAHA

Old Souls (Part 7)

Summary: Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader  

Word Count: 1,863

Warnings: Angst, a gun, descriptions of blood

A/N: Hold on to your asses because I’m about to cause mayhem.

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Originally posted by coporolight

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whokilledlordmorley  asked:

So I'm not sure if this has been asked before, but if you had to pick a top 5 of characters to have an OVA devoted to them, who would you pick?

Let’s see if this thing where I can predict things via top 5s (like it happened here), is still working. A girl can dream, right?

1. Bokuto. HONESTLY. I don’t want an ova, I want a 5 hours movie dedicated just to him, from his childhood to the present day. I need to know how he was when he was a little baby, I want to know about his family, about his early days, about the long kneepads, about his life before Akaashi, ABOUT THEIR FIRST MEETING. Just give me all the Bokuto possible, a satisfying backstory is long overdue. 

Originally posted by mintsky-a

2. Oikawa. With Oikawa, what I’d like to see is a really emotional ova, where you can actually see his fragile side and the cracks beyond the surface. I want to see suffering Oikawa, crying Oikawa, human Oikawa. Oikawa that has to say goodbye to his team, Oikawa that has to say goodbye to his best friend. OIkawa that has to pick himself up again and start all over new (ending up in college with Bokuto just like in LOTL but that’s maybe too much to ask). Yes, I want this ova to hurt so good and to break my heart into pieces. (why am I like this)

Originally posted by odd-ballduo

3. Ennoshita. GIVE ME OF ALL THE BEHIND THE SCENES UNSEEN FOOTAGE OF DIRECTOR ENNOSHITA CHIKARA AT WORK! Also, a dream of mine would be seeing something like “The Summer Training Camp Diaries”: a documentary Director Ennoshita did during the days of the camp. That would be…honestly the most iconic thing. 

4. The Miya Twins. It could be just them giving hell to each other for a whole episode and I’d watch it. (especially for Osamu’s “bitch what” faces) 

5. The Shiratorizawa Boys“A day in the Shiratorizawa Academy” is all I’m asking for. I want to know everything: who shares the room with whom, how do they train, what do they do outside practice, what are their favorite subjects, GIVE ME ALL THE DORM SHENANIGANS. I just…miss my swans so much. 

Originally posted by stargazing--tooru

- bonus: give me a whole OVA about Coach Ukai and Saeko dating please I need this like I need air in my lungs!

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as free as [his] hair

so @thesschesthair committed the ultimate sin today and removed all of Killian’s hair. (hey @killian-whump, you’re guilty, too ;P )

so I had to fix it: let’s give him MORE HAIR (but not, like, hirsuteness or anything crazy). 1.3k of unbeta’d fluff (almost literally) [title from “Hair” by Lady Gaga]

She didn’t notice it at first—not until the day she was trying to tell her mom about Killian’s elf ears.

“Just look at them!” Emma exclaimed, pointing across Granny’s to where he stood at the counter fetching drinks. But his hair covered up the pointed tips, and that’s when she realized that it was longer than it had been in a long time; probably not since their return from the Underworld.

Her mother told her she believed her, but Emma spent the rest of the meal wondering at Killian’s choice of hairstyle. She’d never tell him how to wear it, of course, but she wondered if it hinted at anything emotionally, though he hadn’t been acting out of the ordinary.

It became something she kept on silent observation, figuring commentary might make him self-conscious. But it was definitely getting longer, and it almost felt thicker whenever her fingers inevitably found their way into it at more intimate times. (And, if she wasn’t wrong, so did his chest hair. There wasn’t more of it, necessarily—it still  decorated his pecs in the same way, trailing down just the center of his stomach—but he just seemed extra…huggable lately. Like a teddy bear. But she’d absolutely NEVER tell him that.)

She did finally have to say something after hearing him huff for the umpteenth time when having to pushing his fringe from his face while prepping dinner.

“You know, I have probably have a headband somewhere you could borrow…or a hair tie,” she suggested, pushing his locks from his face and running her hand back through his coif, to where it ended near the base of his neck.

“Are you suggesting we share hair accessories in addition to the kohl we already both use?” he proposed in reply, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Wait—you’re the reason I keep running out of eyeliner?” His wink was the only answer she received but it was enough to distract her from her initial comment—until a few days later, when he asked for her help in pulling his hair back into a ponytail. (She didn’t say anything, but may have taken to playing with the little nub of hair whenever the opportunity presented itself.)

She figured, at some point, he’d want to get it cut, but still it grew. And she knew it wasn’t the first time he’d worn his hair pulled back—she’d seen the ribbons on his ship—but figured that he might get tired of having to have her put it up every day. Of course, she didn’t mind doing it, seeing as it wasn’t often she got the chance to pamper him when he did so much for her, but still—it was a little surprising.

(Though not as surprising as seeing her dad’s full head of curls that he probably hadn’t sported since he was a kid.)

So she continued to be merely amused by it, until the day she was searching for an extra bottle of body wash in the bathroom cupboard and found an odd, old-fashioned bottle hiding with the shaving cream. It definitely wasn’t hers, and given the nature of liquids in weird vials in this town, she grew worried.

“Killian, is this yours?” she asked him as she went downstairs, interrupting him reading. She didn’t think it was his, but figured she should cover her bases before calling Regina—though her thumb was already hovering over the mayor’s name on her phone.

Killian looked up from his book and then, to her shock, blanched when he saw what she held. He swallowed thickly before replying, “Oh, you found that.”

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