tap shut up

♡  - pretend to be in a relationship (w/ fratboy!jin)
i remember this is for @versigny i love you bby i hope you like it <333

To say you were excited to attend this “party for the elite” was nowhere near Seokjin’s expectations because you should’ve known Seokjin’s ass would pull a trick like this on you (but it’s not exactly a trick if you never fell for it in the first place). So when you show up at his dorm with a black tee with a pair of jeans, he looks a tad disappointed. Deep down, however, not really when Seokjin secretly lives for anything you wear that appear to be so simple but so fucking good on you. 

“Didn’t you get the memo?” He pouts, leaning against the doorframe, blocking your access with his strong build and cockiness pulling the corners of his lips, “I said fancy,

With a snort, you push him in to invite yourself to the real party; familiar faces all around but not quite where you’d go up for a conversation, overrated music playing in the back and the smell of cheap alcohol already being ripped into the atmosphere with a heavy amount of weed that’s not up to what you like. Seokjin follows closely behind you when he knows how his mates could be at the sight of a gem - “Wow, Y/N. Simple, but you look hot as fuck.”

“Here’s a seat, on my lap,”

“You thirsty, Y/N? Because I’m parched.”

See, Kim Seokjin called it, folks.“Watch it, boys,” You coo, the same time Seokjin’s arm slings around your waist as an indirect statement you’re off the shelf of being single. He goes beyond that to bury his face in your neck, mumbling a soft insult directed to the couple of guys who… gave a compliment in a way that riles him inside out, testing his patience until it’s off the radar and into the fire of rage. Seokjin was capable of feeling that and more.

“Hey, this is a party in your dorm and you’re already being a sour sport?”

“You’re right,” He gives in too soon, too soon for your - “How about a kiss?”

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Werewolf!Bakugou x Reader - Ambedo - 2/5


Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Ch.2- Alpha

“What?!” He barked out, annoyed that both Kirishima and Kaminari were looking at him curiously.

The redhead sighed, placing a hand on his chin and shaking his head, a sigh escaping his lips as he did so. “It just doesn’t work dude.”

Kaminari nodded, running a hand through his locks and clicking his tongue at Bakugou. “You can’t just show up like this and expect us not to say anything.”

Bakugou growled, and raised a balled fist at the two people he had the misfortune of calling ‘friends’. His red eye twitched and it took everything in him to not lift his lip in disgust, thus revealing the canine like teeth hiding beneath the surface.

“Since when do you wear beanies?” Kirishima pointed to the baggy hat on Bakugou’s head.

“Since when do you own a hat…” Kaminari chuckled, nearly dodging the first that attempted to strike him. Said fists owner then grabbed Kirishima and bopped him across the scalp. Luckily for Kirishima, he was used to Bakugou’s rough love taps.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! I WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW!” The explosive teen yelled, catching the attention of several other classmates.

“Kacchan…” Izuku started. “You’ve had your hair the same way since we were four… why change it now?”

Bakugou glared, ready to fire back a string of insults when the door to 3-A opened. His nose itched, smelling something so wonderful and alluring that he immediately forgot all about Izuku, Kaminari and Kirishima making fun of him and turned to look at the door.

Whatever the hell happened to him seemed to play with his mind and senses more than he cared for. Suddenly everything around him was a blur, dipped in a monochrome filter. Everything except her that is.

Enveloped in the most pleasant smell he had ever had the fortune of inhaling and covered in colors he had never seen before, he couldn’t help but stare. Something was wrong with him, seriously wrong.

He knew that she was annoying before. But this side effect of that scratch was making him want to give her all his attention. Something Bakugou had always considered, but now it was a demand. His body demanded him to charge up to her and let her know of his existence.

(Name) was once again, making Bakugou Katsuki feel ever so strange.

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anti fucking likes chicken nuggets.

* Have not proofread. Wrote at 3am while high. I am now craving mcnuggets.

Shit, I’m hungry. Shit, I forgot to eat. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Editing videos is really time consuming..

I stand up with a loud yawn, stretching my arms up behind me.

I feel that annoying twitching in my fingertips, sighing softly as I lower my arms.

“Let’s get pizza!” I hear in my own mind, scoffing at the voice.

“We had leftover pizza for breakfast, dipshit.” I said aloud, not worried about someone hearing me talking to myself. Ah, yes, lonely advantages.

“Yes, but I want more!” It made my hand twitch, a lot more violent than before.

“No! Shut up, you’re gonna make me fat!” I huff and cross my arms, grabbing my wallet and hoodie.

“So? You’re already a gamer, it’s not like it’ll make a difference.” I only roll my eyes at the voice.

Soon enough, I’m at a total crossroads. Well, literally.

On one side of the street, McDonalds. On the other side, some stupid vegan restaraunt.

Instead of just standing in front of the cross, looking dumbly between establishments while I battle with my own mind, I take my phone out and lean against a nearby lamppost.

“McDonalds! C'mon! Let’s fuckin go!” Stupid, stupid, voice. I sigh and pretend to take a call, making it easier to blow off talking to the voice in my head.

“No, we had McDonalds last week.” I retorted, sort of watching the people idly walking around me.

“It’s been a week, that’s long enough. I want my fuckin’ McNuggets!” The voice was attempting to take control of me, I could tell. My foot twitched a bit, my sane half disguising it with easy tapping.

“God, shut up. No more junk food.” I rested one hand in my pocket, chewing on my lip as I took a step forward in the direction of the stupid vegan place. He’s gonna be so mad.

“No! No, no no, you idiot - God damnit, no, other way! Go the other way! The McDonalds is the OTHER WAY!” Maybe slapping myself would hurt him, too. Would it get him to shut up? Even if it would, I didn’t attempt it.

This.. second personality of mine? Asshole. TOTAL asshole. Here I am, trying to stay healthy for my own sake, and he’s forcing me through the doors of a damn McDonalds.

Wait, when did I get to the doors of the McDonalds - Fuck. Fuck, god damnit, no. He got control, shit.

We’re here anyways, so I just sigh and go up to the counter. He’s quieted down, thankfully.

Well, I THOUGHT he quited down. Until he makes me flinch with how loud he shouts “MCNUGGETS!” in my own head.

God, it’s so weird. I swear I can hear him but no one else can. He’s not real. Well.. sort of.

I sigh yet again and order for the both of us. His stupid fucking McNuggets - and thankfully they’ve got salads, albeit huge and probably still somehow greasy. But it’s good enough.

As soon as the cashier hands me the back, I’m gone. He stole control, yet again. Woop de fuckin’ DOOOOO.

We’re home. Wait, when did we get home? I don’t even remember unlocking my apartment.

God, I hate this stupid fuckin’ asshole in my head.

I finally regain control, feeling just a bit dizzy and awfully hungry.

“Loooove you, Jackaboooy!” I hear the voice resonating through my head as I open the bag.

“No, fuck off.” I grumble, immediatley going for the chicken nuggets.

No matter how healthy I try to be, or how much I try to stay fit, chicken nuggets are fucking amazing.

anonymous asked:

Hey (its me again) can I have some more phase 1 stuff. I noticed tht noodle always had like little matching space suit looking outfits. So maybe like some shopping for her with the boys?? Idek u just always seem to come up with rlly cute creative things but keep it in perfect characterization and I just love ur writing okay. Thanks❤️ -h

(Hello again, sweet anon h, I spend some time researching her outfits, and came to the conclusion that they, obviously, looked very much like some kimono-like Japanese uniforms. Hope this is okay! It was fun writing it. ALSO U SEEM RLY NICE, i wanna know who you are)

They had tried everything by now; begged, ordered, persuaded with candy and ice cream. Nothing helped, and though she was little, she stood her ground and yelled a big “No”, one of the words she’d learnt in English, and a pretty useful one, each time they presented actual clothes to her. Apparently, fashion for 10-year-olds weren’t tasteful to tiny Noodle but in all fairness, none of the band members really liked pink. She had to wear something though and when they rotated the responsibility of getting her dressed and ready each morning, it was the same for each of them. They’d choose a piece of clothing but she’d refuse to wear it unless they’d explained that she’d have to wear that or nothing.

They’d caught her several times looking through their drawers and pull on their long-sleeved shirts. They were way too big for her, almost looking like oversized dresses as she nearly stumbled in them when trying to walk in them. She’d call their names excitedly and then swing around the big sleeves with a grin. None of them ever got mad at her but she got mad when they wouldn’t let her wear them.

“Noodle, you can’t wear that, please take it off,” Murdoc sighed, “I can’t pull it offyou, it wouldn’t seem appropriate.”

“No!” Noodle said defiantly and spun around to make the sleeves flap in the air, “No, nonononoooo!”

“Well, it’s my shirt,” he tried again but she just shouted again, “Fucking hell, wasabi girl, take it off.”

Russel and 2D eyed them from across the room, Noodle having stolen Murdoc’s chosen shirt for the day. Russel smirked, “Seems like you gonna have to give it up.”

“Shut it, it’s the only one I have that’s clean,” Murdoc replied bitterly and began pulling at the sleeve, causing Noodle to yell at him in Japanese.

“Wear one of the dirty ones? Body odor never seemed to bother you,” 2D snorted and Russel started laughing. Murdoc grumbled, eventually giving up when Noodle started screeching.

“Fine, you little shi-,” he was cut off by Russel’s raised brow, “Fine, Russel, you say something to her then!”

“Very well,” Russel walked up to Noodle, crouching down to look at her as she still flapped the oversized sleeves, “Noodle, look at me.”

Reluctantly, she did and Russel cleared his throat, trying his hardest to form a sentence in his head. His Japanese was horrible but he figured that after the hair-trimmer-incident, where Noodle had nearly shaved all her hair off, he’d have to just learn a few words and commands. It took him a moment before he eventually said something close to a sentence, “Noodle, how about we go out to buy clothes and you can choose whatever you want?”

Noodle eyed him suspiciously but eventually nodded with a big grin, “Yes!”


It turned out that even though Noodle got to choose whatever she wanted, she was still picky as hell, dragging her boys from store to store, and looking miffed at every piece of clothing that she passed. She wanted nothing in too bright colours, nothing with patterns of princesses, butterflies or flowers. It was horrid because somehow clothing industries were certain that all girls liked pink and purple with glitter and rainbows.

“We’ve literally tried everything,” 2D groaned, stopping up to light a cigarette and refusing to walk anymore. He sat down on the nearest bench, “When can we go home? My feet are tired.”

Murdoc nodded, sitting down on the opposite side of the bench, “For once I actually agree with Dimwit, dare I say that I want to take my boots off.”

“More like your hooves,” 2D grumbled at the nickname, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping the cigarette.

“Shut up, 2D,” Murdoc said bitterly and Russel sighed deeply, holding Noodle’s hand tighter so she wouldn’t run off.

“You two better get off your asses so we can move on, there’s still loads of shops left and I’m not gonna break my promise to her. She will pick something she likes before we go home. Simply parenting, you know,” Russel lectured, picking Noodle up and let her sit on his shoulders, legs around him, “Are you going to keep on whining or?”


After what seemed like, and probably was, hours, Noodle finally started speaking up and pointing to a tiny shop. It was one of those that you didn’t really notice when walking down the streets and Murdoc held up his arms, “I rarely say this but thank God.”

Russel smiled, trying not to show how badly his feet hurt from walking for hours. He put Noodle down onto the ground again and she happily ran into the small, Japanese-like, shop.

A little bell chimed as they walked in and a little old, Japanese lady looked up from the counter. She smiled widely as soon as she saw Noodle, waving at her and Noodle excitedly looked at all the things. There were lots of colours, making most of them almost dizzy. Daruma Dolls, Lucky Cats, different coloured paper laterns, the smell of matcha tea and several different tea sets and porcelain. What caught Noodle’s attention was neither of those things, instead she steered towards a rack of clothing which only contained what seemed to be Japanese-like, old fashioned kimonos; long jackets with wide sleeves and a tight collar.

“Why didn’t we think of that?” 2D said with a whimper, crossing his legs and examining his poor feet after sitting down on a chair, “It makes sense she’d want something that reminded her of home.”

“This shop is creeping me out,” Murdoc mumbled, looking at the Daruma Dolls, “Hah! This one har your eyes, Faceache!” He picked one up and the lady immediately snapped at him in Japanese, causing him to put it down as he looked completely flustered. Noodle’s eyes widened and she started giggling. The woman walked up to her and spoke softly in Japanese, pointing at the different pieces of clothing.

“Remember Noodle, you can choose whatever you want in here,” Russel reminded her and the woman translated, making Noodle look up at Russel with wide eyes. She walked to hug him close, her head on his stomach.

“Go on then, Noodle, choose something,” 2D encouraged from his seat and the woman slowly translated for them. He finally stood again and walked up to look through the rack with her, “You should definitely model for us, right Russel?”

Noodle looked excited at that and nodded, picking out a red outfit with white sleeves. She showed Russel, who nodded approvingly. It was a long, red jacket with buttons all the way down and it had matching shorts to go with it. Where the breast pocket should’ve been, there was a small white logo of something neither of them knew.

She was lead to a changing room by the owner and soon came out in the outfit and her helmet. She beamed, hands in her sides, and spun around.

“Fuck this, I’m going for a cigarette, anyone got a lighter?” Murdoc said after a little while, looking quite unimpressed and still bitter at the fact that he had been scolded by an old, Japanese lady.


It took surprisingly little time for Noodle to choose several outfits, including a sandy coloured one and a black one. She was happier than ever as she was allowed to leave in the red one, and even Murdoc had to smile at the sight of her. It didn’t last long when the rest of the band presented a Daruma Doll for him, which he didn’t find funny at all. Though especially Noodle found it hilarious.

It became much easier to get on with their mornings after this, and the person being responsible of her getting dressed and ready for the day, started getting their morning tea and toast warm instead of cold.

Trick or Treat (Modern Halloween AU Kristanna Ficlet, Rated T)

“Trick or treat!”

The burly blonde man waited until the gaggle of zombie children were out of earshot to voice his frustrations.

“I fucking hate Halloween.”

Despite the chilly evening air, he had already begun to sweat in his fleece reindeer kigurumi; his roommate and oldest bro, Sven, was dressed in a matching full-body snowman costume.

“The party tonight is gonna be lit,” the brown-haired man crooned, downing the rest of his beer. “No kids allowed.”

Kristoff sighed. “I don’t think I’m gonna go.”

“But Cassie’s gonna be there.”

Kristoff groaned. “She’s your girl, Sven, not mine.”

“Whatever, man, she’s still a cool chick.” Sven shrugged and sauntered off to the kitchen for another beer, leaving Kristoff alone at his seat in the front doorway.

It was then that he heard the sound of high-heeled shoes making their way up the drive; when he peered into the semi-darkness he could see a tall, pale-haired woman dressed in a skimpy, medieval costume walking towards him, flanked by another woman, with strawberry-blonde hair. Whereas the pale woman’s costume was obviously meant to be sexy, complete with thigh-high stockings and garters, the other woman’s was almost childish, floor-length and made of gaudy pink satin, with a pointed hat and veil on her head. She looked like a cartoon come to life; the sight of her intrigued him.

“Trick or treat,” the women cried in unison upon approaching Kristoff, holding out their buckets to him. The blonde man raised a questioning eyebrow, but reached into his bowl for some candy to give anyway.

He dropped a couple pieces into the pale-haired woman’s bucket first, who thanked him with a curtsy before leaving, but he paused when the strawberry-blonde woman held her bucket out to him.

“Aren’t you two a little… old to be trick or treating?”

The woman giggled and Kristoff couldn’t help but smile; she had an adorable-sounding laugh. “Yeah, I know it’s pretty bizarre. My sister’s been away at college for a few years, so now that she’s back she’s trying to reclaim our lost childhood… or something. I get chocolate either way, so it’s a win-win for me.”

She shrugged. “Besides, I’m only 18. Not that old, right?”

Kristoff grinned wider. “I’m Kristoff. What’s your name?”

“Anna.” She held out the hand that wasn’t holding the handle of her candy bucket to him, and he took it with a gentle shake. Her palm was soft, and warm, and it sent tingles up his arm when she squeezed his own hand lightly.

Kristoff managed to pull his hand back and gestured towards where her sister had disappeared to. “What are you guys supposed to be?”

“She’s a sexy evil queen, and I’m–”

“A Disney princess?”

Anna hummed in confirmation and tucked a stray tendril of strawberry-blonde hair behind her ear. “And you are… a reindeer?”

Kristoff beamed proudly. “Yup. Made it myself for a Christmas party last year. Figured I should try to get more use out of it.”

He wiggled his body back and forth then, jingling the bells on the collar around his neck and causing Anna to giggle again; he really liked the sound of her laugh.

“Well, I should be going,” Anna mused, offering him a smile. “It was nice meeting you, Kristoff.”

She waved at him before spinning on her heel to leave, skipping down the drive.

Sven reappeared beside his roommate then, sucking on a lollipop, and the two men watched her go.

“You aren’t going to get her number?”

Kristoff rolled his eyes. “Dude, don’t even start–”

“Dude,” Sven interrupted, clapping a hand on his buddy’s back. “If you don’t tap that, I will.”

“Shut up.”

“Go on, ya big ass baby.” With that he snatched the bowl of candy from his hands, and practically shoved Kristoff through the door and down the front porch step.

“Anna, wait!” he shouted after her.

The woman called by name stopped and turned around to see Kristoff jogging up to her on the sidewalk.

“Oh, Kristoff. Hey.”

“Um, I was just wondering, if you’re not doing anything later–” Kristoff rubbed the back of his head awkwardly; he was terrible at talking to girls– especially one as pretty as Anna. “My roommate and I were going to go to this dumb party, but I think I’m just going to stay home and watch scary movies… if you’d like to join me?”

He shrunk back then, waiting for her inevitable rejection, but she only smiled wider at him.

“I’d love to.”

“Y-you would?”

“Yes,” Anna said affirmatively, affectionately. Her blue eyes sparkled at him. “I’ll be back around eleven, then?”

“Yeah, eleven,” Kristoff agreed.

“Okay, great.” She bid him goodbye with a little waggle of her fingers before turning to leave to catch up with her sister. Kristoff watched her go with a goofy grin; not even Sven’s snide remarks when he returned to the house could kill his good mood.

He fucking loved Halloween.

I Won’t Mind

An epilogue where Liam is nervous to meet Zayn’s parents and Zayn realizes after the fact that maybe he should’ve been a bit more nervous about it, too

Chapter Fifteen of The Money Maker (a Fake Relationship AU) [previous chapters] [ao3] [updated, and final, Spotify playlist link]

“Haven’t seen you smoke this much since the first time we met,” Zayn mutters as he comes up from behind Liam, gently snaking his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. Liam’s so wrapped up in his thoughts that he starts just slightly at the motion before sinking into him. “You pretend you hated me, but really, it was just absolutely nerve-wracking to be face to face with such a stunner, eh?” Zayn teases with a slight smirk.

Liam groans. It didn’t take long for Zayn to put together that the only time Liam smokes is when he’s anxious. In fact, much to Liam’s chagrin, he had pretty much figured it out only a few days after they officially got together.

Liam hates that he hasn’t forgotten, even after a couple of months.

He gives him a pointed look as he pulls the cigarette from his lips. Breathing out, he wordlessly passes it over, giving him a light tap with his hip. “Shut up.”

“Come on, Li,” Zayn smiles easily. “You never head up to the roof unless you’re gonna smoke. Don’t think I don’t know you.” He waggles his eyebrows.

As Zayn takes a long drag of the cigarette, Liam mumbles in a huff, “Just ‘cause you practically live here doesn’t mean you know everything about me.”

“Doesn’t it, though?” Zayn laughs as he passes the cigarette back, finding his spot in the crook of Liam’s neck.

“Don’t quite remember how that whole thing happened,” Liam smirks down at the other boy as he puffs out a bit of smoke. “How you ended up moving in.” He gently presses his palm against Zayn’s cheek, pushing him further into Liam. “Please refresh my memory.”

“No, we don’t need to relive pissed Zayn anymore,” he moans, face now deep in Liam’s shirt. “Once was enough, thank you very much.”

“Oh, but you’re cute when you drink,” Liam coos as he throws the cigarette onto the ground, smooshing it into the smooth, concrete-like material of the roof. “Couldn’t even stumble home safely.”

“And that was that,” Zayn sighs contentedly, ignoring the blush steadily rising up his cheeks from the memory. “I couldn’t head back to my own flat after that. Enjoyed this place just a bit too much.”

Liam snorts. “Just the place? Okay, I guess I’ll leave, then,” he teases with a raise of his eyebrows.

“You know what I mean.” Zayn rolls his eyes as he taps Liam lightly with his head, still leaned up against his chest. Suddenly, he freezes, squinting his eyes. “Hey, you changed the subject, you bastard.”

Liam tsks. “Almost got away with it, too.”

“Out with it,” Zayn drawls, standing back up straight as he quirks up his eyebrows in an attempt to force Liam to speak. “What’s got you riled up enough that you need to smoke?”

Liam doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Finally, he breathes out, “What if they-”. He stops suddenly, feeling embarrassed as the words leave his lips.

“Leeyum,” Zayn says sharply. “Is this about what I think it is?”

He bites his lip in reply.

Zayn furrows his eyebrows. “I promise it’s going to be fine.” He smiles, giving him a fond look before he finishes, “My parents are going to love you, I promise.”

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Too Good to Mess Up

Request: Coups + 4?

4) Your bias talks about you to their members and you overhear.

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: Seventeen’s S.Coups x Y/N x (12/13ths of Svt)

Type: Fluff

After getting into a five minute argument with Seungcheol about getting up to turn the thermostat off, I had finally given up. 

“But Jeonghan is laying on me,” Coups had grumbled, shaking his leg in emphasis at the snoozing angel. He remained asleep as Coups’ leg bobbed up and down. 

“Heaven forbid!” I had finally gasped, stomping out of the living room. 

“Go grab Wonwoo and MIngyu from their bedroom,” Seungcheol had called after me. “We need to decide on dinner tonight. Don’t take no for an answer! They will bully you until you retreat!” 

I rolled my eyes and stumbled down the frigid hallway.

I tried to blow warm breaths at my hands that were nearly frozen. I knew there were 13 boys at the Seventeen dorm, and they created a lot of body heat, but there was no reason for the air conditioner to be turned to 64 degrees.

“And Pledis pays for this?” I grumbled as I clicked frantically at the thermostat. 

I tilted my head as I heard a chuckle rumble down the hallway from the direction in which I had just came. My name followed up shortly thereafter with hushed whispers and shushing. 

I shot an eye toward Mingyu and Wonwoo’s room and against my better judgement, creeped back down the hallway towards the sounds of the laughter. I stood flat against the wall and attempted to slow my breathing so I could hear the conversation over the sound of my heartbeat. Slowly I began to pivot, only letting half of my face emerge from behind the wall and hide behind a standing lamp, hoping none of the boys could see me. 

“Yah! Our leader is in love!” Vernon gushed. 

“What?” Coups said dumbly, shaking his head. 

“We saw the way you watched her hips sway down that hall,” Jun chuckled. “We may be dumb, but not blind.”

“Speak for yourself,” Seungkwan muttered. 

“Fine, Seungkwan is dumb AND blind,” Jun said, lifting and eyebrow. A swift punch hit him in the shoulder and he fell backward. 

“Do you like her hyung?” Dino chirped, an innocent look painting his face. “Like…really like her?”

“I…I…yeah…I do,” Coups nodded slowly. All of the boys made various noises in amazement. 

“I ship it,” Jeonghan whispered, finally leaning up from Coups’ lap and rubbing his eyes. 

“But…why haven’t you asked her?” Minghao asked, tilting his head like a puppy. “That isn’t like you hyung.”

“Fear of rejection,” DK nodded, tapping at his ipad. 

“Shut up,” Coups grumbled, furrowing his eyebrows. 

“I didn’t think you were afraid of anything,” Dino whispered, lifting his eyebrows. 

“We can help you!” Joshua gasped, ever the gentleman. “We can sing to her or something? Like in the movies where the boys serenade a girl outside of her window.”

“She’s going to like you,” Woozi grumbled bluntly, leaning back against Hoshi. 

“Yeah hyung, with the way she acts, you’d think you hung the stars in the sky,” Hoshi nodded. 

“You think?” Coups croaked. I had never seen him like this. He was so soft. The Seungcheol I knew was greasy, always joking around. When he wasn’t, he was being incredibly serious in leader mode. 

“We know,” Woozi sighed, giving his fellow member a stern nod. 

“I don’t want to mess up…” Coups sighed, putting his forehead in his hands. “She’s too good for me to mess up.”

“You don’t mess up,” Dino nodded cheerfully. “That’s why you’re the leader.”

I slowly spun back around and set my forehead against the cold wall. I was trying to talk myself into thinking this was a dream. That those words didn’t actually come out of Coups’ mouth. It wasn’t that I wasn’t terribly excited. I didn’t have butterflies in my stomach, I had pterodactyls. I was terribly frightened. If I dated Coups…if this were to really happen, what would happen? With us? The member dynamics? There was a lot to think about and discuss. 

“Achoo,” a light sneeze fluttered down the opposite end of the hallway. I looked over to see both MIngyu and Wonwoo with their heads poking into the hallway, watching me. Wonwoo began rubbing his nose frantically as both of their heads popped back into the room. I decided to follow them and stood in their doorway, embarrassment heavy on my shoulders. 

“You guys suck,” I muttered. MIngyu looked up at me with an amused expression as Wonwoo blew his nose noisily. 

“Actually I heard Wonwoo swallows,” Mingyu said with a wink. 

Wonwoo shot him a death glare and threw his snot filled tissue in his direction. “You’re a jerk.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned against the door jam. “They want to know what you want for dinner.”

“Well apparently Coups wants you,” Mingyu continued with a laugh. Wonwoo looked up at me exasperated. “You’re making it too easy Y/N.”

“The question is,” Wonwoo sighed. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Can you just come into the living room?” I groaned. 

“Only to see the romance unfold,” Mingyu laughed. 

“Mingyu, I hate you,” I sighed, turning as the boys followed me out. 

I heard him make a kiss noise behind me as we entered the living area. 

I plopped down next to Coups and sighed. 

“Took long enough,” he chuckled. He launched into a yawn and stretch combo, wrapping his long arm behind me and resting his hand on my waist. 

I looked to him and lifted my eyebrows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded simply, placing a bold kiss on my cheek. 

I looked at the boys face’s around us. Most watched with bated breaths, hardly daring to make a noise as they watched Coups and I. 

I leaned my head against the small space in between his shoulder and neck, heaving a sigh. 

“So what do you guys want for dinner?”

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SDCC (grandice)

Grant was sitting right beside Candice, a little too close, and a little too touchy. She looked at him, and he smiled, making her remember that they are just friends, best friends, and plus he already has a fiancé, but there was always more. something more than just, friends. 

Candice takes moments too congratulate herself on picking this outfit. She loved it so much, and hoped for the best. though the deep V did draw attention, it made the day worthwhile. 

Grant leaned over towards her, and just sat there, their arms next to each other as close as it could be. Candice felt tingles, and try to think nothing of it. She could feel Carlos , and the rest of her co-workers seeing this , and tried to play it off. 

“ .. well, in America its called where’s waldo, but in Australia its called where’s wally!”  Every laughed while grant thought. given the fact he had ‘a few’ drinks before hand, this gave him courage to get closer to her. 

Grant leaned his head softly on Candice’s shoulder, and whispered ‘ I am blocking him’ Candice nodded, and knew that was just an excuse, but then again, was it? 

Jesse looked at the two and laughed to himself. ‘damn’

As they started to talk Jesse was explained how there is always going to be an issue, because of the meta’s, and ‘everyday drama’ he placed his hands on grant and Candice. 

Candice picked up on what he meant by everyday drama, maybe he was referring to grant, la, and me? she thought. but noticed, grant noticed and said. 

“Why are you gonna put your hand on me!?” every laughed. Grant smiled and added.

“ Girl were full of drama “. The members laughed as Carlos picked up on what the implication was and smirked. 

Candice felt grant moving more and more towards her, at one Point he got so close, he wrapped his arm around her and buried his head in her chest. ‘Oh god’ she said. feeling a very large sensation in her stomach, with shivers, and tingles all over. 

‘what the fuck’ Carlos thought. he was about to move his hand, but decided not to be rude, and let it go. 

Grant moved closer to her boobs and slightly touched it with his lips, and dirty thoughts ran over his mind, as his hand slipped lower. Danielle was in shock with the fact that this was still happening a laughed extremely hard. 

“Candice…” grant whispered. Candice smiled, and patted his head, and looked at his green eyes at one of her most vulnerable spots. 


Carlos knew that La thoma was bout to storm in and make a scene, and decided to step in. 

“Grant stop, she is not your real girlfriend”

Everyone laughed.

“Wait, no, god no, I am getting confused, i’m flustered!” grant turned red. 

“Well, that wraps it up, thanks for coming bye!!” the interviewer said. Grant and Candice shared looks , took some pics, and walked out. 

“ so, what the hell was that?” Carlos asked grant. 

“What do you mean?”

“Laying your head in her books, while kissing it, Anndd whispering her name, what the hell dude?”

“It was…I-”

“Look, you need to chose, do you want Candice, or do you want La Thoma? Because it is not fair to lead her on like this, and then marry some one else right in her face. chose dude…chose”

Grant watched his friend walked away and sighed. 

Later on her caught up with the rest of the ‘gang’ and went on the meeting place. 

“Grant, and Candice, you are headed to another interview with todd, k?” tom said, as he walked away patting their shoulders. 

Grant gave a final glance at Carlos as he mouthed. “Chose” . But grant, did not want to chose, at least right now. he needed more time. 

Grant walked with Candice alone. “um… so, how are you?” she asked. 


“grant, remember when you basically dived your head in my boobs?”

“Uhh, I mean I did not look at it that way, I just was um, tired, and-”


“Candice, to be honest I-”

“Your Up!” a man shouted. Candice smiled and kissed his cheek. 

“Its okay” Grant smirked and walked towards the next meeting where they were basically in each others arms the entire time. 

After that they met up and went to TV Guide Magazine.

“so, its Candice, Keynian, Grant, and Danielle. and then the others at the 1st row”

Grant sighed. “ why cant we pick our seats”

“I mean if you want to, sure, I just thought I make it more…okay whatever just sit down”

Candice smiled. Grant tugged her arm, and they sat next to each other, his arm was wrapped around her, and she was all but in his lap. Their director noticed and smiled. 

“ So, how is Westallen, is iris okay?”

“Well, she is hurt, because the love of her life is gone, so far, and she just, misses him, you know, she wanted so badly to marry him…but that chance is gone now” Candice looked at grant and he then noticed it as it clicked in his mind. 

“Its not good to carry that, and you know, sometimes you just have to speak up” he added. 

“Its hard to when you have to be strong” she added, the two looked at each other and starred. Carlos was so in shocked he just gave them that look, as the cast realized what was going on. 

“ But things change…”

Candice smiled. “ I am sorry, where were we?” she asked. 

Grant smiled and leaned more towards Candice. 

“somewhere else, I will come back to you later Candice, so tom…”

Okay, after that meeting Carlos had it. He knows grant wants to be with Candice, and she wants to be with him, and right now, he feels like he was watching the first season of the flash. 

Grant and Candice was talking in the corner . 

“ grant do you love me?”

“Candice, I don’t love you, I am In love with you, so I guess yes, I love you, I always have, and I just, I love you so much, but-” 

Candice leaned up and Kissed him softly as his hands moved to her waist. 

He felt something stir in him when he felt her boobs press against his chest, and he deepened the kiss. 

Carlos caught them kissing, but before he could smile he saw La Thoma walking down the hall. 

“Oh shit” carlos said hey really loud and broke them apart. 

“Your girl, the otha one is coming.”

Grant sighed and took a deep breath, tell her I have to go to an interview!” he and Candice ran to the elevator leaving Carlos in more shock. 

“Grant, why don’t you tell her”

“I will tell her along, right now is not the best time so-”

and again, he was interrupted with a wonderful kiss. 

“where to now?”

“ well, we have a two hour break, and I have a hotel not to far from here…”

“Will she be there?”

“No, I haven’t told her about it yet”

“Grant, is this right? your engaged, and right now, you are cheating, regardless if you like her or not, you’re cheating, on her with me.. I need to know that if we do this, you are going to break up with her in the kindest way. I don’t want her to think that-”

“Fuck what she thinks, I love you, and I always have, she has rushed me to love her in a way I cant, and  I have to fake. with her it feels like acting, but with you…it feels like love”


20 mins later. 

Grant and Candice sat down on the bed. 

“what now??”

Grant brought in two drinks, and they had two glasses of martinis. 

“oh, my, we are gonnabeso drunk”

“Tispys more likeit” he smiled and crawled on top of her. 

“your kind of cute, like hot”

“yeah?” he smirked and kissed her deeply, and lowered himself to where her v shirt began. he slowly opened it further and exposed her chest. 

“Candice, your so hot” he said, he began to suck one of them immediately and groaned. 


he quickly kissed all over her, as he felt himself getting harder. 

The two were just about to hit It when Carlos called. 


“Grant, where the hell are you, the panel starts in 10 mins!”

“Iam with Candice, and we’s are at the , a hotel, and we are on the ways. carlos we had two martins, and I am very very happy to be the flash ahhaha” 

“Oh god, your drunk?”

20 mins later

Somehow they were able to get them there without any harm, and right now, things were really not looking that good. 

Grant smiled and placed his arm around Candice. “ so , this is iris Westallen”

the audience cheered and people where very happy. 

“Not yet though” Candice added. 

“I like iris, because she looks like Candice, and they are both very nice people, they are the same , cuz they are lovable and pretty” 

their director starred in shock, and jesse tapped them. 

“shut up”

“ Uh, yeah, Candice you have pretty hair”

“Thanks grant you have a pretty face”

“thx babe, you have a pretty face, and body too, which we all know is cable of anything around me” 

the two laughed and Carlos placed his head down. “oh fuck”



what do u think s far??

Two Can Play That Game (Luke)..or..(Calum)?

A/N: WARNING this gets smutty also there is a twist… so yea don’t hate me. 

The look in his eyes was not the look she had become so accustom to. It was distant, cold even. She watched from her seat at their table as he flirted with two beautiful girls at the bar. It made her feel insecure, not about herself but about their relationship.

To be quiet honest, if he was over it then so was she. Ending things would be hard yes, because she did still want him, but this limbo he was keeping her in could possibly be worse.

It was a constant give and take with him. There were days where she was most definitely his, where he would have his hands all over her and make it known to all that she belonged to him. But then there were days like this, most of the days were like this, where it felt as if he was annoyed by her presence, that she was around as a clingy tag along not the girl he claimed to love.

She was tired of it. She was over being strung along. She would have left a long time ago if it wasn’t for the rest of the guys. She would never talk to them about Luke and the way he was making her feel, but they noticed and would sometimes make comments in passing that let her know they saw the way he was being a dick. They were all in favor of her sticking it out, giving the bumps in their relationship a chance to work themselves out.

They were sure he loved her still, but she wasn’t so positive anymore, you don’t treat people you love like this. And truth be told, did she even still love him anymore? The only thing she was sure of was that things were not the same.

His new attitude towards her was very unnecessary and even more so unappreciated. He treated her like he knew she wasn’t going anywhere, like he could do whatever he wanted and she would stay by his side, waiting for him to come around like a doe eyed lost puppy.

He was wrong though, she was at her breaking point. Here she sat watching him as he blatantly put the moves on not one, but two girls at the bar not more then 20 feet away from her in plain sight.

The felling that was inside of her was unfamiliar. She wasn’t sad or vulnerable. She was fucking pissed. He kept looking over his shoulder back at her, as if to see if she was watching, as if to make sure she knew that, ‘yes this is happening’. And then he would roll his eyes and turn back to the girls. Who did he think he was? And even more important who did he think she was?

Instead of confronting him about the bullshit he was pulling she made a brash decision. She was going to play his game, but she wasn’t just going to play, she was going to win.

She turned to Calum, who was obviously observing what was going on. He shrugged his shoulders not knowing what to say when he saw the look on her face.

“Its fine Cal, I just need a drinking partner for the night.”

“He’s a dick,” Calum mumbled under his breath protectively.

Thank god for Calum, despite being Luke’s best friend he always seemed to have her best interest in mind. He was always there to take her under his wing, to lighten the mood when things were getting tense. He knew how to make her smile, he knew how to make her forget the shit relationship she was stuck in.

She tapped her knee against his a few times and flashed him a smile, “Come on Cal, seriously we need some liquor.”

He groaned then laughed a bit, before standing up. “Fine but none of that fruity shit,” he said agreeing to come drink with her.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she told him flipping her hair before leading him to the end of the bar opposite Luke, “I’m thinking it’s a tequilla night.”

“Oh shit,” he said, sounding a bit concerned.

She leaned against the bar, making sure not to even look in Luke’s direction. Smiling at the bar tender she ordered six shots.

“Six?!” Calum asked, “Who are the extra four for?”

She rolled her eyes, “What Cal? You don’t think you can keep up?”

“Oh I know I can out drink you any day, I just didn’t know you were trying to have that kinda night.”

“Yeaaaa okayyyy” she giggled, “you wish you could out drink me, its not gonna happen.. Seriously good luck.”

Calum gave her a cheeky smile as the bar tender brought over the shots. He handed her one and lifted his of the bar “Lets do this,” he said before tapping his glass against hers.

She bit her lip in an innocent, but flirty kind of way. She grabbed the salt shaker pouring a bit on the back of her hand looking directly at Calum before licking it off slowly then taking down the shot and biting her wedge of lime. “It’s on hood.” She said with a wink.

They stayed at their end of the bar laughing and smiling at each other between shots. She could feel the alcohol making its way through her blood stream. She could feel it making the way to her brain. She was enjoying the sensation, the freedom it gave her.

After they finished their three shots each Calum looked at her with eyebrows raised. “You ready for another round or are you tapping out?”

“Shut up Ca,l you know I’m not tapping out this isn’t little league.”

“Alright, alright” he said laughing and raising his hands defensively before ordering another round of six from the bartender.

Just after the bartender placed their second round in front of them she notice Calum’s body tense up a bit.

She looked at him a bit confused, “What’s wrong? You giving up?” She said flirtatiously.

Calum shook his head, “No, you wish.. But don’t look now you’re boyfriend is on his way over here.” He told her, almost sounding a bit disappointed.

She looked up just as Luke approached them.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” he asked with a hint of agitation in his voice

At this point she was feeling pretty good, only three tequilla shots deep so far but she had drank a few beers at the table earlier. She looked up at Luke pretending not to notice his tone. She smirked a bit to herself, knowing this would annoy him further. “Cal thinks he can out drink me, which he most definitely cannot.” She told him, shooting Calum a look.

Calum chuckled awkwardly, “Uh yea mate, your girls insane, but you know I can’t turn down a bit of competition.”

Luke looks at her, that same cold look again back in his eyes. It hurt to see, a look that used to be filled with hope and excitement, now was a look that seemed to despise her. “You know tequilla makes you wild” Luke growls at her.

She narrowed her eyes at him, “I think I’ll be fine” she snapped.

Luke rolls his eyes at her before looking to Calum and slapping a hand onto his back, “If she gets sick you’re taking care of her” he groaned as if she was such a nuisance.

“Don’t worry man, I got her” Calum assured sensing the tension.

“Yea I bet you do,” Luke bit back sounding as if he was alluding to something other then taking care of her.

“Fuck you,” she whispered under her breath as Luke walked away back to the girls he had been giving his attention to all night.

“I’m sorry Cal,” she said shaking her head.

“Don’t apologize y/n, he can be a fucking asshole sometimes,” Calum clenched his jaw, “The way he talks to you is really starting to piss me off.”

She slid forward two of the tequilla shots from the bar then handed one to Calum giving him a half smile, “How fucked up is it that I don’t even care anymore?”

Calum raised an eyebrow at her before throwing the shot back down his throat and she did the same. “Fuck,” he said before slamming the shot glass down on to the bar, “Of all the liquors you had to choose tequilla.”

She smiled at him tilting her head to the side, “What Cal, can’t hang?”

“Yea right, its gonna take a lot more then four shots for me to back down to you.”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh I’m just getting started,” she warned.

After the following shot she looked across the bar, noticing one of the girls run her fingers through Luke’s hair. It made her cringe. “What a fucking joke,” she let out unintentionally.

“What?” Calum asked looking up across the bar, “Oh,” he said realizing .

“My relationship, its literally a fucking joke,” she told him, noticing how drunk she had become, “I’m not letting him ruin this night” she said more to herself then to Calum.

“I’m not quitting just yet,” he mumbled, “But how bout we take that last shot and relocate for a bit, huh?”

She grabbed the last shots off the bar, handing his to him quickly then throwing hers back. She watched him waiting for him to take his. “I guess thats a yes?” he laughed.

“Come on,” she jumped up grabbing his hand, “this song is my jam right now.”

She pulled Calum along behind her heading to the dance floor, making sure to look back over her shoulder at Luke, the way he had done to her earlier. He was no longer smiling with the girls, but watching her intently, burning holes in the back of Calums head with his eyes.

She stopped when she got to the dance floor, turning around to face Calum, who was clearly as intoxicated as she felt. She rocked her body to the music laughing and grabbing his hands, forcing him to dance with her. He was reluctant at first but finally by the chorus of the song he let go an began moving his body with hers.

They were both laughing and smiling. Calum letting go of her at times to bust out a ridiculous dance move. “You’re a terrible dancer,” she yelled to him over the music.

“You’re just jealous of my moves!” he yelled back. She rolled her eyes and continued dacing and laughing. After a few songs one of the club dancers pulled her up onto the platform she was dancing on. She looked down at Calum shaking her head laughing before begining to move with the dancer. She ran her hands through her hair and then down her body. She looked back down to Cal who was watching her with wide eyes.

“Maybe tequilla does make you wild!” he called up to her. She smiled when she realized that yeah, it probably was the truth. She was reminded of Luke, who she hadn’t seen in a bit so she looked over to where he had been perched at the bar. He was gone and a pit formed in her stomach.

She scanned the room for him and noticed he wasn’t far at all, he was on the dance floor with a new girl. She was discusted, he wasn’t dancing the way she had been playfully with Calum, he was grinding with this girl, hips gyrating into hers. They might as well have been having sex on the dance floor. What a fucking pig she thought, using her anger to cover up the way she really felt.

She looked to Calum who was now looking back and forth between her and Luke in utter shock. He reached his hands up to her, “Come on,” he called, “You look like your ready for another shot.”

She nodded her head agreeing before jumping down into Calums arms, he placed her gently on the floor and she made a bee line for the bar.

They took their shots and she looked at Calum straight faced, “I need a cigarette,” she told him.

“What?” he asked, “You don’t even smoke.”

She raised her eyebrows leaning in to him, “I do now,” she whispered walking towards the balcony door.

Calum followed closely behind. “It’s fucking packed out there,” he complained before they walked all the way out.

She looked at the door across from where they were standing and got an idea. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along, “Come on,” she told him, “We’re sneaking up to the roof.”

She didn’t wait to give him a chance to respond or hesitate. She knew he probably wouldn’t have anyways, seeing as he was equally as drunk as she.

“This is insane!” he insisted as they finally got to the top of the staircase and out onto the dimly lit roof. She pushed the door closed behind him.

“It’s fine, live a little.” she said in a low voice, moving close to where he was standing against the wall. He shoved his hand into his pocket, fishing around for his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He handed her one and she placed it between her lips. She stood just in front of him now, not more then a few inches away.

He moved his hands up sparking the lighter and bringing it to the end of her cigarette. Taking a long drag before exhaling slowly, she looked up into his eyes. “I’m fucked,” she admitted before handing him the cigarette.

He took it from between her fingers, letting it drop to the ground then putting it out with his foot. She looked down watching what he was doing, then back up into his eyes, realizing what was happening as it happened.

He reached out for her, snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her close into his body. She reached up wrapping her arms around his neck and moving on to her tippy toes to bring her face close to his.

“I’m fucked too,” he whispered before crashing his lips into hers. She pressed her body up against his and he tightened his grip before turning them both so her back was now against the wall. 

They moved their lips in sync, breathing heavily as they embraced. She moved her hands up and down his chest, unable to get enough of him. She grinded her hips forward into him and could feel that he was hard.

He pressed back against her, running his hands down from her waist to her ass, squeezing tightly befor moving to her legs, up her thighs and to the  hem of her dress.

They waisted no time, not even allowing their lips to part she began sloppily trying to undo the buttons of his flannel. She could feel his hands at the bottom of her dress, slowly pushing it up and making their way to her heat. He moved one hand to her hip to steady her before using the other to push her panties to the side.

He paused for a second and she pulled away from his lips, “Don’t stop,” she breathed before reconnecting them. With her approval he continued, moving two of his fingers to trace down the line of her already wet slit. He stopped at her clit, rubbing circles around where she was most sensative.

She let out a moan into his lips and moved her hips foward to his hand wanting more. She pressed her back harder up against the wall and put her hands onto his chest, slowly dragging her nails down his toned body.

He used the hand on her hip to bunch her dress up further, while still slowly teasing her with his fingers. “Fuck Calum,” she moaned when he finally sank  two inside of her. He kissed her harder and began to pick up the pace.

She reached for his belt, unbuckling it as quickly as she could. “Cal, fuck,” she continued to moan out in pleasure,“I want you,” she told him as she began to push down his jeans and his boxers just low enough to free his length.

He didn’t stop touching her, using his free hand he pulled her panties off, letting them slide to the ground. He deepened his kiss before removing his fingers from her heat.

Slowly he moved his hands to her ass, pulling her up off the ground and guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist. He moved his lips to her neck now, kissing up and down and across her chest as if he couldn’t get enough of her, a feeling she hadn’t experieced in some time.

Finally he brought his lips back up to hers before thrusting into her. She cried out his name as he slowly pumped into her, pushing her further up against the wall.

She moaned desperately, begging for more of him as he quickened the pace. She knew she wouldn’t be able to last long the way he was repeatedly hitting the spot that made her lose control. She tightened her arms around his neck, pulling him into her kiss even closer.

She ran her fingers up through his hair and then down his muscular back. She felt herself coming close to her climax, ready to let go she tossed her head back unable to contain herself she called out his name.

He thrusted into her harded and harder before he finally couldn’t hold out any longer sliding out of her she reached her hand down pumping him a few times allowing him to let go.

After his release he leaned into her, still holding her he pressed his forehead against the wall beside her. “Fuck,” he said exhaustedly.

She turned her face towards him, kissing him lightly on the neck before he placed her gently back down onto the ground. He pulled away from her finally, pulling up his pants and begining to button his shirt back up as she pulled on her panties and straightened her dress.

They stopped and stared at each other, both still slightly drunk and not sure what to say. She reached out and helped him with his last few buttons.

He bit his lip looking down at her as she fiddled with his shirt, “Did that really just happen?” he asked her in a low voice.

She looked back up into his eyes realizing the consequences of what she had just done. “Fuck Cal,” she whispered, “what did we just do?” She never intended for it to go this far.

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So I usually don’t write smut this is only the second I’v ever written so hopefully it isn’t too bad and no one gets their panties in a twist about some of the content in the story .. can’t play it safe for everything that shit would just get boring.. anyways THANKS FOR READING as always I super duper appreciate it and even more so I love hearing back form ya if your into my writing its great to hear feedback!! Feel free to drop anything into my ASK BOX and thanks a ton for clicking on the little heart or reblogging if ya did thats so awesome!! p.s LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE A BETTER TITLE FOR THIS BECAUSE I HATE IT LOL 

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Newsies + Shut Up and Dance + Tapping = I can’t even…

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AU list 10xiv Mikorei

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xiv)  You pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait you’re cuter up close and the way you talk is kind of nice actually oh fuck no.

Title: Speechless
Rating: T
WC: 2,572
Pairing:  Mikorei
Mikorei Week Day 6: Free Day

Summary: For once, Suoh finds a way to get Munakata to shut up.

Tap-tap. Tap-tap. Tap-tap. The sound of his fingers rolling against the desk were grating on Munakata’s nerves. Of course, it didn’t help that his mood was already quite sour to begin with. First of all, he didn’t get detention, so this was unheard of, completely unheard of. And second of all, he had been a victim in this particular case! And yet, somehow he was also getting punished.

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title: BOND

pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

rating: teen and up audiences

word count: 2.018 

summary: Dick buys Jason a BOND, a touch module to keep them connected. Nothing else changes. Based on this post.

warnings: really vague mentions of death and sex. despise the original post idea, it’s not creepy, jut very fluffy and silly.  


“It’s very new in the market,” the salesman tells Dick. “We only received a few units.”

Dick nods, trying not to look too eager. His interest is clear as he eyes the little device in his hands, however; he knew as soon as he spotted it at the showcase that it would be the perfect birthday present for Jason.

Or, at least, he hopes so.

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So, interesting story time.

I’m down at my grandparents’ house for Christmas, cousins here too, pretty much the main family who’s around for Christmas. And we all sat in a circle and opened gifts at the butt-crack of dawn (like, everyone does)

And I had this rectangular gift from my dad. The tag on it said “To remember all the fun–and the hard work”

Internally I’m like Bruh…running clothes maybe?

Opened it

Printed, bound, laminated cover, fancy thick paper

The first 15 pages are reviews from ffn.net that my dad picked out

My brothers, who were leaning over my shoulder, most enjoyed “I’m not crying youre crying” and “*I scream* *I scream some more*”

I just…b  bbruhh



Like, I “printed it out” myself way back when. On rinky-dink printer paper, which I cut with one of those giant paper cutters and literally clear taped together the binding, which is falling to shit

This. This is so legit. He sent it out to be printed (probably at work, if I had to wager, but not like he stapled this together in the garage). It’s like a thesis proposal.

I’m so dodgy when I discuss my fanfiction around my family. I don’t bring it up often cuz it gets too hard to describe (read: justify) mostly because of the massive cartoon influence. Tourmaline was such an overwhelming part of my summer though, with such a huge impact on my life, that I couldn’t not talk about it.

My dad always seemed interested. I threw around numbers of figures about, like, review counts, responses, favorites, fan pieces, ehh the whole kit-and-kaboodle pretty much.

But I was not expecting something like this at all. 

I’m just really really touched. Go Dad. 

Talk Shit Get Hit Meme: Put a ✇ in my inbox and I'll tell you where/how my muse would hit yours, and the meaning behind it.

Special thanks to blackmondayblues for helping me compile this list! Reversal of this meme can be found here.

Back of the head: You are annoying me. “Stop goofing off.”

Side of the head / Ear: I am losing my patience with you. “Pay attention you idiot!”

Mouth Pop: I don’t want to listen to you anymore.  "Shut up.“

Tap/flick to the nose: I’m condescending towards you. Mild reprimand. "Bad boy/girl!” “Aren’t you just a cute little thing?”

Hand Slap: Moderate reprimand. “No Touching!” “Hands off!”

Shoulder Punch: Acknowledgement. “Good Job. Well Done.”

Arm Smack: We’re buddies/ I consider us friends. “Hey there, Buddy!”

Knee Smack: I’m supporting you. Don’t worry. “I’m right here for you.”

Right cheek / Bitchslap: I’m furious with you. “You hurt me so I’m hurting you back.”

Left cheek / Backhand: You mean nothing to me. “I despise you.”

Butt Smack: I’m attracted to you. “I’d tap that.”

Throat Punch: I hate you. “I want to kill you.”