thanks for being specific

jannock-jess  asked:

Hi, I saw the ask about the genderqueer person and was wondering if you could elaborate on androgyny being problematic when depicted as being attractive? I'm having a hard time seeing how that would be a problem unless it was really fetishized. Thanks.

It’s not that androgyny being attractive is an issue specifically. You’re correct in your assessment of fetishization being an issue, but more often than not, what I have observed is that specifically attractive anrdogyny isn’t for everyone, but for small, elfin, usually white or pale individuals.

This stereotype is very alienating and damaging to those who claim and perform androgyny, but are not recognized as such because they don’t fit the attractive expectation. It is similar to the way in which people will deny trans (women especially) individuals their identity when they do not perform/express their gender in the socially expected way.

Androgyny is not inherently more or less attractive than other forms of identity expression, but authors have a tendency of using it as a way to make their protagonist question their sexuality. This leads to the continued fetishization of androgyny as well as a very stereotypical sexuality crisis arc or “character X turned me gay” arc which is tiresome, usually offensive (if not handled carefully), and not how sexuality works.


edfhjkehjshw i gotta say im kinda shocked??? by all the people in this fandom who r so accepting (and even enthusiastic???? WOW) about my headcanon, like, half the time when i suggest aromantic headcanons for characters, the response i get is like, friendly disdain????? so here’s to all of you for being super chill, have a teutonic gil sketch

(un)deniable. | taeyong

Member: Lee Taeyong / Reader
Group: NCT
Word Count: 2,400+
Genre/Warning(s): college!au, romance, fluff
A/N: requested by @perrpfoudre Thank you for being so specific with your request, it really helped a ton. I also apologize for taking ages to post this, I know this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, but thanks for being patient. I hope you enjoy, darlings!

Originally posted by taesyong


Late in the evening, just before dusk breaks, water trickles between the spaces of your soapy fingers to run along the ceramic plate. The silence wrapping around your frame seems oddly comforting, despite being accompanied by another with little to no words. At least he’s assisting you while washing the dishes from the dinner your family had devoured.

And yet, even as he stands next to you and rinses the dishes you pass him, there’s a space for conversation that neither of you care to fill. Many would call it awkward or perhaps even rude for a guest to remain so quiet, unwilling to offer some kind of casual chit-chat, but you’d beg to differ just this once.

Lee Taeyong is an exception, for his silent nature isn’t disconcerting.

In fact, it’s compelling.

You give him fleeting glances, like a child filled with insatiable curiosity toward something new; something fascinatingly unusual. That something for you is Taeyong.

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fabulous-anon  asked:

By part 2, I meant more headcanons for father 2p italy Sorry for not being more specific also thank you for answering my questions <3

Oh it’s okay love! I might not do as much because I put most on the first one

-knows exactly how to style hair. French braids are his favorite
-will give adorable nicknames for his little girl
-loves taking her to art museums
-‘papa where do babies come from’ 'toys r us. ’ 'really? I never see them’ 'they’re in the back’
-won’t tell his daughter about sex till she’s at least 28
-reads to her every single night
-known as the 'cool dad’ with her friends
-is still over protective

I hope you like these!

anonymous asked:

please please pls start writing Tying The Nott again bc I missed the story so much & update more on Misplaced Moony! *I'm not trying to sound annoying or forced you or anything but I just want to let you know that I'm here when you decided to continue writing those stories ;) x

TTN and MM are definitely not abandoned. I have the next chapter of MM done and it’s with my beta right now. TTN has about 1000 words written in the next chapter. In between other projects, I’m just working on the overall plot for both fics. Plus, since they’ve been on hiatus for a while, I need to reread them both to get back into the feel of that specific world. Thanks for being patient ♥

Tangled (Peter Parker x reader)

Prompt : hi! I was wondering if you could do one where Peter and the reader go to Disneyland (only for 1 or 2 days, because obvs Spiderman responsibilities and such) and reader is the hugest Disney nerd ever and Peter is secretly kind of a Disney nerd too? and like he thinks the reader is super cute when she’s fangirling over Disneyland and they just bond:) just like super fluffy? thanks! sorry I’m being so specific Peter and I can’t wait. Well, he’s acting like he doesn’t care but I can tell he’s excited. We arrive with the Avengers at ten in the morning to start the day. “Okay… how do we do this?” asks Steve. “Let’s get into groups so we can hit what we want because I do NOT want to walk around with Tony the whole day,” says Natasha; Clint nods in agreement, “True dat.” Peter links arms with me quickly and starts tugging me down Main St. “We will see you later! Text me if you need us!” he yells before running towards the castle. When I look back, my arm still linked with Peter’s, I see Tony and Steve yelling at each other. Giggling, I turn back around to follow Peter. We slow down once under the castle and he grins at me. “What?” I ask. “Nothing. It’s just…well… we are in Disneyland, (Y/N)! I’ve never been here before! It’s so… so….” he stumbles for the right words, “Magical?” you ask him with a giggle. “Yeah,” he says in awe, watching Snow White interact with a little kid. He is too cute to handle. “So, who’s your favourite character?” you ask him after walking around for a while. “Probably Mushu from Mulan. He’s so flamboyant and sassy. Or shall I say Flame-boyant,” he says, starting to crack up after telling the pun. You groan with amusement before spotting Rapunzel across the walkway. He sees her after a while and asks if you want to go to see her. You nod with a cheeky grin before trying to casually run over to her… which fails. You trip when you’re really close to her and feel yourself falling and brace yourself for impact, but nothing came. You look up to see Peter holding you up, grinning. “I guess you just fell for me, huh?” he jokes, chuckling. “Cute, Pete.” “I know I am,” he says, his smile widening even more. You shake your head gently before kissing his cheek and whispering in his ear, “thank you, Flynn Rider.” “Flynn Rider? Don’t you mean Prince Charming because I swept you off your feet?” “Nope”, you say with a smile like the cheshire cat, “Flynn Rider because you stole my heart.”

Originally posted by vannialeblohic

Too Many Clowns: Jokers Daughter Imagine Pt.1

Request: Hi! If you are still taking requests could you do a joker X daughter reader story about the reader accidentally gets pregnant from a guy forcing her to do it with him. And the reader shows all the symptoms of being pregnant and Harley secretly starts noticing and goes and tells Joker. You can make up what happens in between, but could it end up being that the reader has the baby and becomes a single mom and Harley and Joker help her raise the baby. Thank you so much! Sorry if I wrote too much :)

Don’t apologize dear! Thank you very much for being specific about what you want. Makes it easier for me :) I hope you like it!


You sat down on the floor in your room in front of three piles of clothes. After trying on almost your entire wardrobe you were fed up with nothing fitting anymore. You didn’t know for sure how many weeks had gone by since it happened, but you were starting to show. You could only hide it for a little longer and you could only keep it all in your head for so much longer until you were going to lose it.

 Flash images raced through your head of the night and you couldn’t stop them. It was supposed to be the perfect date night. He seemed nice and you had been out a few times so going to his house felt natural. You knew you were uncomfortable. That it didn’t feel right. But you couldn’t stop him. While it was happening you tried your best to leave your body, think about being safe at home. You thought about your father killing him for what he was doing to you. When it was finally over and you walked through the front door of the house and saw your father, the words just wouldn’t come out. You didn’t want anything to do with the situation anymore, you wanted to erase the whole memory of him. Soon after you realized that wasn’t a possibility anymore. A piece of him was going to be with you forever.

Harley peaked her head through the door when she heard you whimpering. “Baby why ya cryin?” she raced over and joined you on the floor. “Why are all ya nice clothes everywhere?”

“I just don’t know what to wear is all. I’m fine” you said back wiping your face.

“Like you were fine yesterday on the bathroom floor? food poisoning ya said right?” your mother took a tone you had never heard before. It was stern and serious. “Or the day before when you couldn’t get outta bed cause that nasty headache?” she raised an eyebrow at you and stared at you right in the eye.

Your mind was racing to practice what you were going to say to cover your tracks but when you opened your mouth a loud cry came out and you threw yourself into your mothers arms sobbing. “Ya think I didn’t know since the first day? You can’t keep secrets from me.

“Puddin?” Harley said gently as she entered his office. The Joker was seated at his desk sharpening his razor. “Puddin we got a bit of a situation.”

“Let’s have Frost take care of whatever it is” he growled fixated on his weapon.

Harley walked up to his desk and stroked his green hair. “It’s something only a daddy can handle.”

The clown princes eye darted up to her. “Something wrong with y/n? Is our princess safe?” his grip tightened around the handle.

“She’s safe now. but now she …well she..” Harley twirled her pigtail in between her fingers unsure of how to say what was in her head.

“Just spit it out Harls” the joker spat his words at her impatient.

“She might be havin uh… a little princess of her own!” Harley said with a subtle smile breaking the news as sweetly as possible.

It didn’t help.The Joker slammed the blade into his desk and shot up from his seat. He tore down everything on the wall behind him and threw his fists into the wall. “WHAT? W H A T?” He was screaming at her before he pulled out his gun and began firing into the air/ “HOW COULD SHE DO THAT TO ME? FOR SOME SCUMBAG WHO DOESN”T DESERVE HER!” the Joker was waving and ranting all over the room. Harley ripped the razor out of the desk and tossed it across the room into the wall past Joker’s chest slicing his shirt. He paused and gave her a confused look. “This is an expensive shirt Harley.”

“Sorry Puddin but I needed to getcha attention.” she ran to him and put her hand on the gun to lower it down. “She didn’t do it. He forced her to. And now shes completely crushed and …well…” she didn’t want to say the words “pr-pregnant whether want it or nah.”

“Forced?” The Joker looked his queen deep into her eyes and his jaw dropped slightly. “Harley get whatever you need.” He left her grasp and pulled his razor out of the wall.

“Whatever I need Puddin?” 

“And get in the lambo as soon as fucking possible please.” He said condescendingly leaving the room.

Harley ran out after him and dipped into their room to her closet. She rustled through until she found it. She ran her fingers over the words on her bat. “Oh it’ll be a goodnight after all!” she said giddily to herself. The Joker walked past his daughters room and saw you on the floor her face in your hands. He marched up behind you. “I’m going to make this better.” Your father said in a deep voice and you turned to look at him. “For both of you.” He walked out and you sat there not sure if what you just heard was real. Harley pranced out to the car and hopped in. The Joker revved the engine and took off letting out an animal like cry and he pounded the roof.

He knew where the guy lived. He knew everything about the kid. After all no one takes out the Jokers daughter without him doing the research. He was angry that he missed it. Angry he let you go. That he didn’t know the guy would do something like what he did to you. He pounded the roof over and over again. Harley smiled and roared with laughter thinking he was excited to get revenge. But for once the clown prince wasn’t laughing. He was full of rage and guilt. It was his job to protect you and he didn’t. If he was excited for anything, it was that for the first time this kill wouldn’t be for the shits and giggles. This kill meant something to him.

Three men sat in the living room of a small apartment. They threw cards down on the table and took sips of their beer. Before they knew it the door was blown off the hinges and smoke filled the room. The men coughed and squinted until they saw green approach them. With two quick movements bodies fell to the floor and blood splattered all over the walls until there only stood one boy left. He shook in his place when he turned his face from his dead friends to the Joker. He looked over at Harley who was making gun noises at him and pointing her bat. He knew this wasn’t going to be over soon.

You finally got enough strength to crawl into your bed. You wrapped your arms around your pillow and buried your face in it. You closed your eyes, dry and red from crying, and fell asleep. You woke up hours later to fingers running through your hair. The feeling startled you at first and you shot up to see your father, covered in blood and ash, next to you. Just when you thought you were out of tears they began pouring out again.

“Daddy I am so sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen!” you grabbed his jacket collar and pulled yourself into him. “Please daddy I’m so sorry I understand if you want me to go I even understand if you kill me and his baby!”

“Oh tsk tsk tsk” the joker wrapped his hand around your chin and lifted you to look at him “Let’s get one thing straight princess. That is not his baby” he touched your stomach with his bloody finger tip leaving a mark. “You want it? You going to have it? Then it’s yours. My princess gets whatever she wants”.

The scene was so ironic. The most feared and brutal man in Gotham sat in front of you yet his words were filled with so much warmth.

“Besides you think a dead man can own something?” he grinned at you and licked his metal teeth letting out a maniacal laugh. You finally realized whose blood was all over him. “If it’s a part of you then it’s mine too. Both of you belong to me and aren’t leaving” he kidded your forehead and trailed his lips down to your nose connecting your heads. This kiss felt different from the thousands your father had given you before. This kiss was different because the Joker was in his own way asking his daughter for her forgiveness without saying a word. You tilted your head to his side and kissed his cheek. The Joker took it as a sign he was forgiven for not protecting his child and laid down pulling her with him. He dug his face into her hair and fell asleep.

Months later you sat on your fathers boat. The smell of the water hit your nose and the wind was blowing in your hair. Harley was on her knees in front of you caressing your now full term stomach. She was whispering to your baby all the toys and candy she would give it. You had made your parents promise you to have the baby across the harbor, away from the noise and violence of the city just for one night to give birth. You looked up at your father at the head of the boat. Yelling at Frost to drive it carefully and hurry up. 

The pain was just as bad as your mother had warned you. Harley didn’t leave your side for a second. She was giggling and jumping up and down on the bed next to you. For the whole pregnancy she wouldn’t stop talking about how excited she was for another piece of her and the Joker to be in the world. Your parents never mentioned what they did to the man who gave you the baby. In fact they acted like the baby was all you and them. Those thoughts helped you through the pain and when it was all over, you held your baby boy in your arms. One look at the bundle made all the pain you had start to simmer away. You never thought you’d feel this type of thing again, freedom. 

Your father walked in the room when he heard the little boys cries and stood at the edge of the bed taking in the scene. Frost peaked his head in the doorway and grinned with glee at you.

“I was still a little afraid you might not want the baby Daddy, deep down.” You grazed your fathers face with your eyes waiting for any type of reaction.

“You can never have too many clowns in the world, Princess.” He gripped the top of his cane and smirked at the baby looking at him. When he saw the blue eyes that matched yours and his own. He released him grip and let out a sigh and his smile grew wider.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Let’s Get These Teen Hearts Beating. Faster, Faster.

Prompt: Requested by Anonymous. “Hey, I love your work! I don’t know if you know much about breath play, but I was wondering if you could write a really kinky one with Frank? Where he’s older, maybe a babysitter? And he introduces the reader to breath play (choking specifically)? Anyway, thank you love, keep being badass and creative! Xo”

Warnings: Choking/breathplay, a bit of dirty talk, and underage/age difference. (Reader is probs around 15 or 16 and Frank is probs around 18 or 19)

Word Count: 1,220

Pairing: Frank x Reader

Reader: Female

A/N: Never written anything like this before but i love trying new things so here we go…

You’re not the most well behaved 15 year old, you’ve already had sex and you tend to flirt and hit on more people then you have any interest in. Of course your parents don’t know this but your babysitter is about to find out. He’s older then you, by 4 years, and you want him so badly you can’t think about anyone else. He haunts your dreams, naughty and wet, and you wake up in a sweat with your hand down your pants. He’s beautiful, with guarded eyes and charming smiles, he’s kinky, you can feel it, and you want him.

You’re sitting with him, some rerun of friends on the TV and Frank looks bored. You can feel yourself getting turned on just sitting beside him, dreaming about running your fingers through his dark hair and pulling on the strands until he cries out your name. You shift closer to him and your fingers brush against his arm, he shivers and you notice.

“I’ve been dreaming about you.” You say, deciding you might as well jump in without looking and hope there’s water in the pool.

“Ya?” He seems amused, looking at you with a smile.

“Yes. I was a very bad girl.” You purr and his amusement drops to confusion.  You flutter your lashes and drag your fingers along his arms, feeling him shiver again.

“Y/N,” he mumbles.

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anonymous asked:

How would Ignis and Prompto handle a really short s/o with health (and also anger issues) issues but kept charging a lot into combat in an effort to "prove" themselves as not weak or anything? Sorry if this is overtly specific aaaa

No, thank you anon for being specific with your request; it really helps allot because I know what you want. //hugs// Sorry for taking so long though!


| Ignis Scientia

• Ignis is the first to notice why you push yourself so hard; why you want to prove yourself as capable as the rest of the group. He knows this from the moment you force yourself to charge into battle before Noctis it Gladiolus even give their word on what step would be taken next. The first few times he thought that you had a small bloodlust or have grown restless from the long car rides that they’ve taken across the land. It wasn’t.

• Ignis wants to help you but he also doesn’t want to force you to listen to advice you wouldn’t heed. He’d wait and hope that you would come to your common sense when he offers small words of wisdom. Though years of patience with the prince has taught him that sometimes waiting for you to see what you’ve been doing has been reckless won’t come to mind right away as you push yourself beyond normal - others are starting to see it and are wondering what’s wrong.

• The moment you push yourself too much and end up injuring yourself as well as someone else (Prompto) then that’s the moment Ignis will confront you. Ignis isn’t afraid to face your temper but he’ll keep his head leveled in order to convince you to listening to reason from hope you’ve never acting, how the others are worried, and how he is concerned for your health. It might sound harsh from how he speaks but he is doing so in order to help you, no matter how much you might yell at him.

• “Rushing into battle is a guaranteed way to find your way into the grave. You have nothing to prove when you are a an entrusted vessel by the King’s command, then it is safe to presume that all of Insomnia believes in you as well; believing that you, I, Prince Noctis, Gladiolus and Prompto can fulfill our objective no matter what perilous obstacles may come our way.”

| Prompto Argentum

• It tears at Prompto’s heart because he understands what you are doing, what you’re going through and how you feel, since he’s still struggling with these feelings in himself but he knows that he won’t let you go through this alone. He’s torn between letting you do as you please in order to sort these feelings out yourself or stopping you so he could comfort you. It seems that his indecision has led you to keep pushing towards dangerous boundaries.

• Prompto’s indecision had led you to keep worsening you’re health, especially on more weathered days and during missions that require every member (normally) to be in excellent condition, and he can’t forgive himself for letting this happen. He isn’t a fan of confrontation, and he isn’t a fan of forcing others to listen to him if the results turn out in physical altercation - especially if it it’s with his partner who he is suppose to care and look out for.

• Ever since that mission where you charged to the enemy before they could formulate a plan and ended up risking everyone’s lives. That is when Prompto steps in to get you listen and calm down enough to not get yourself killed. Yes, he may get his own feelings hurt from your anger management issues, the words you might shoot back at him, of his own shortcomings, when angered, but he will get his point across to you no matter how much you might hurt him.

• “I don’t know if what I’m about to say will comfort you in any way because I’m not sure I can but….. You don’t have to try so hard to feel as if you’ve earned a place here _____. I use to think this way and l sometimes still feel this way until Noctis, Ignis, and Gladio helped me see that I’m apart of this group; I don’t have to force myself to belong. And you don’t have to do that either! ______ you’re apart of the chocobros for a reason, so you don’t have to keep doing this.“

In keeping with being specific giving of Thanks, tonight while walking to my car escaping the joys of work to be with my son, I remembered him sneaking out of bed this morning. He likes to cover his eyes and tip toe past me like I won’t see him.

I am so grateful for the innocence and joy of children. Their smile and laughter is the sun to all touched by them. Their hugs, pure medicine for the brokenhearted. True, there is a whole new set of problems with children in the equation, but moments of pure bliss too.

I am grateful for children.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your text and scenarios, they are so good to read!! They usually calm me after a stressful day!! I saw (but am not sure) that the request for text are open and here I am! Can I request Seokjin's and Yoongi's(BTS) version of the relationship bet thing? The one you made for the maknae line? Sorry for bothering and not being specific ! Thank you for making these texts and scenarios!! You guys are amazing!!

Hi cutie! 
You’re so sweet and your words gave me goosebumps ç_ç 
I just posted it (in two part) and I hope you like it and you’ll request again! And you didn’t bother us, so don’t worry! 
Kiss, M. ♥

Here and here you can check your request! 

Request: Lazy Day

Request: hey, before asking anything, let me tell you you’re probably my favorite fanfiction writer of ALL times. You always cheer me up with your writing and your stories, so thanks! I’m on the time of the month where life is ugly and where you’re emotionally unstable (I hate this) so I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is the youngest sister and has cramps and Sam and Dean try to confort her. It would be awesome if it had a lot of fluff. Sorry for being too specific, thanks, anyway xx.

Word Count: 854

I know exactly how you feel:( I’m sorry this took so long, it’s probably a little late now, but I guess it’s there for next time:) Thank you so much, and have an awesome day<33

It takes your brothers a few moments to figure out what’s wrong when, one morning, you shuffle into the kitchen with your duvet wrapped tightly around your body. You look greyish and exhausted, but what strikes them is that you’re obviously in pain.

“Y/N?” Sam sees it first, seeing as Dean’s back is turned making pancakes that smell equal parts amazing and sickening, “What’s wrong?”

Dean twists sharply, “Are you hurt? Did someone-?”

You shake your head, “No, no, just… girl stuff.”

It takes a second, but realisation dawns on their faces at the exact same moment and there’s a collective sigh of ohh from both of them. It makes you smile, even just a little, and you sit down at the table where a mug of hot coffee already waits for you.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks, “Do you need anything?”

“Don’t worry, I’m covered.” You don’t miss the look of relief that crosses their features – the odd time you’ve had to send them for feminine products always had you in stitches, thanks to their lack of experience with the subject.

Dean glances around the kitchen, before reaching into a cupboard and pulling out a pack of painkillers, which he tosses over, “You sure you don’t need anything?”

“I’m fine. Happens every month, remember?” You down a couple of pills with your coffee, shooting them a nonchalant smile as they grimace in sympathy – they’ve said, time and time again, that they’re infinitely grateful that they don’t have to deal with that as well as hunting and don’t know how you do.

“You want some snacks?” Sam asks, draining the last of his coffee and standing up, “I need to go on a supply run anyway, so…?”

“If you bring pretzels I’ll love you forever.”

“Pretzels, gotcha. And Ice-cream?” At your nod, he asks, “Pistachio or mint-choc-chip?”


“Both it is.” He smiles brightly, patting your head. Before you can thank him, he’s gone, and Dean takes his seat in front of you.

“TV’s yours if you want it.” He offers – the arguments you have about TV are the most sibling-y things you do and this offer… it seems too good to be true.

“What’s the catch?” You ask, narrowing your eyes. Dean holds up his hands in defence, laughing at your accusation.

“No catch.”

“So I can watch Cake Boss without you taking the piss?” You ask, and Dean nods in concession. You grin, “You don’t have to pity me.”

“I don’t pity you. I just can’t be bothered with your whining right now.” He teases. You roll your eyes, picking up your mug and gathering the duvet around your shoulders.

“In that case, I’m out.”


You find an episode of Cake Boss and settle into the couch, duvet wrapped tightly around yourself. After a while, Dean slips into the room and takes a seat beside you, tucking his feet beneath your duvet. You glance at him, and he shrugs.

“The show isn’t that bad. Anyway, Sam’ll be back soon, and he’ll just sit here otherwise. And we had burritos last night, he’ll be windy.”

“Fair enough.” You laugh. You let the show play in silence for a few minutes, until Dean moves closer to you and holds out an arm, offering to let you lean into him. You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

“Dean, I’m twenty-eight, not thirteen. I’m fine.”

“I know you’re fine, but you’re still my baby sister.”

“I’m not your baby anything. Quit fussing.” You insist, but you lean into him nonetheless – he’s warm, and he smells familiar and soothing. Sometimes, with all of the shit that goes down on a seemingly daily basis, you feel like the three of you are drifting apart and it scares you more than anything you’ve ever done or seen.

He smiles smugly, “You’ll always be the baby. Perks of being born last.”

“Screw off, Dean.” You nudge him in the ribs, but he only laughs in response. Before he can formulate a reply witty enough to appease you, Sam leans in the doorway, holding out a bag that appears to be brimming with junk food.

“You two look cosy.” He teases, before glancing at the TV, “And is that Cake Boss?”

“Yeah. Problem?”

“Not at all.” He grins, tossing over a packet of pretzels and a couple of assorted candy bags, “Happy?”

“Very. Thank you, Sammy.”

“Anytime. I brought some DVDs they had on sale, too – I figured you’d benefit from a lazy day.”

“I really don’t need you to fuss!” You insist – however, you’re not complaining, “Then again, I think we all need it. Come sit down.”


You spend the day watching films, eating junk food, (you end up ordering like five pizzas later that night, because none of you can agree what toppings to get)  and, admittedly, falling asleep on each other. It brings back fond memories of your youth, before everything got hellishly complicated (no pun intended) and it was just the three of you for weeks at a time. Despite your brothers’ constant fussing, you find yourself appreciating the time you spend together more than anything else.

New Years

Anonymous -

Can you write one where you and your crush are at a family New Years party at his house and you act shy and awkward but it gets kind steamy when the new year rings in? Idk if I’m being too specific but hopefully that makes sense! Thanks :) 

Hey anon, sure! I think this sounds cute. You’re gonna be my first shorter go, hope you don’t mind! It’ll be short but detailed. Sorry this is probably super late and was supposed to be around actual New Years time.

You’re getting ready for a New Year’s party at (c/n)’s house, trying to decide what to actually wear. His family always throws a huge party, and you were thrilled when he invited you.

Eventually, when you’d finally decided on the right outfit, and fixed up your hair, you were ready. You fix one last strand in the mirror before heading out the door.

When he opens the door, you’re mildly disoriented from the noise. And how good he looks. He’s not dressed up, exactly, but not dressed down either. He’s wearing a nice black button up and fitted jeans. He looks really, really good, and you suddenly feel inadequate despite your earlier efforts to look nice.

“Hey, (y/n)! Come on in!” He has to shout over the laughter and the chatter filling the house.

“H-hi, (c/n)! This is really nice.” You try to project your voice loud enough for him to hear as well.

But it seems he didn’t. He just drags you around the house, hopping from relative to relative having awkward introductions and almost-conversations.
One woman, an aunt maybe, actually commented on how you should try to dress better. You just flush red and look at your feet, but he was not happy.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way she dresses. I think she looks really nice,” he admits, scowling at the woman before gently leading you away.

He stops at a door and nudges you in before closing it behind the both of you. You look around and realize it’s his room

”Hey, you okay? I’m sorry about her, she never knows when to shut her mouth,” he sighs, his eyes searching your face.

“It’s fine,” you reply, awkwardly pulling at your shirt, suddenly self conscious. You didn’t know where to stand so you just hovered in the corner.

“We can hang in here for a while, if you don’t mind? So we can talk.” 

“A-alright,” you mumble, still standing around like an idiot. He goes to sit on his bed and gestures for you to as well, so you do. You try to talk for a bit, but you keep stammering out muddled replies, and eventually he notices.

“You don’t have to be nervous, you know,” he says softly, “It’s just me.”

“Exactly. It’s you and I’m… me.” The end was almost a whisper, barely there.

“But you’re wonderful,” he murmurs.

That’s when you realized how close your faces actually were, as you sat on his bed. He seemed to notice at the same time, but he didn’t move away. He brought his hand up to touch your face gently, carefully, like he wasn’t sure how you’d react.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t even speak. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. He leans in closer, and then your foreheads are touching. You can feel his breath on your face.

“(y/n),” hey says, his lips barely brushing yours as he does. Then he finally closes the gap between the two of you, and you’re kissing.

You didn’t exactly expect to end up making out with (c/n) in his room at his family’s New Year’s party, but you certainly weren’t complaining. His hands are on your face and your hands are in his hair and it’s so easy and right and him.

Then he bites your lip, and you let out a small whine making him growl and turn you so you’re back against his pillows and he’s hovering on top of you. He moves his lips from yours on down your neck and behind your ear, leaving little love bites as he goes. His hands are up under your shirt as well, feeling your bare back with his rough hands.

You moan and pull at his hair as he works his way to your collar bones, then you pull his face back to yours for another kiss. “(c/n),” you breathe out.


You grab his hand and shakily pull it across your stomach to your breast. You let out a high sigh and he keeps going to pull your shirt off. Once you’re laying there in your bra, he continues kissing you, while teasing you through your bra.

After a while you both get tired and you lay there happily, breathing heavily. 

“You know I meant what I said, earlier,” he says, breaking the silence.

“About what?”

“You,” he paused, “You really are wonderful.”

I’m not really sure… what this was lol. But I hope you like it!! I wasn’t sure exactly HOW steamy you wanted it to get, so I just tried a heavy makeout. :-) Thanks for the request!


Do you ever give up?

i mean i guess im flattered to get a hateletter but youre not my type

i prefer someone wwillin to showw their face an not be like

just yellin

i mean wwheres the real passion an spirit

plus you may havve me confused for someone else considerin i only tried to get one person into my red quadrant so i feel like some a this hate isnt evven really truly pusherfelt to me yknoww

sorry but i hope you havve better luck in the future

Do you ever just spontaneously think of your friends and almost start crying because “why does this perfect human chose to spend time talking to me?”


Tonight I had the honor of seeing my musical idol speak. It’s was amazing and I even received some amazing advice on being an artist. Thank you so much @panicatthedisco and specifically @brendonurie! You will forever be my favorite musician. Ps @zackcloudhall was lurking on stage too

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