they hated each other apparently

Submitted by @ lord-of-the-dark-realms 


So, I had this thought after reading several stories about humans giving birth and not having eggs.  What if aliens do not have ‘family units’ the same way humans do, but instead raise children in more of a group setting.


Captain H'roll'ah was excited to have hired on not just 1 but 3 humans, all of whom were extremely qualified for space travel.  Even better, they were all from the same clan and so there would be no rivalry or refusal to work together because of old scores to settle.

“Captain! Three humans just came in a have taken over the dining area! WHAT SHOULD WE DO?!?” Ensign Khralhen was out of breath and panicked, but his species was notoriously afraid of humans after it became public knowledge how dangerous they were.  Not that his own was much better, but H'roll'ah knew that these humans should be here and it was probably near a meal time for them.  How could such an evolutionary advanced and apated species not figure out a way to avoid needing 3 or meals a day was beyond H'roll'ah.

“It is fine, Ensign Khralhen.  These are likely the Humans that I just signed on to the crew.  They are from the same clan, so they should work at peak efficiency,” the Captain answered, trying to put as much calm and soothing into his voice as possible, “Let us go introduce ourselves and welcome them so that the ‘pack-bonding’ can begin.”


“Greetings, I am Captain H'roll'ah and this is Ensign Khralhen, our cook.”

“Nice ta meetcha! Cook, huh? Guess we best buddy up to you right quick then!” said the male.  He was average height for a human and perhaps a little on the heavy side, but H'roll'ah knew that it was likely muscle not fat.  After all, this human and one of his female companions were security personnel.

“Always thinking with you stomach, Thomas.  How about you buddy up to the Captain, so that we do not get kicked off this boat? Hmm?” said the smaller female, later identified as Samantha or “Sam” for ease.  "Small" being used only in comparison because she did not have the bulk of her clanmates.  She must be the medical officer.  H'roll'ah was worried that she would be distant from her clanmates but her body language suggested extreme comfort and trust, above what H'roll'ah felt for his own clanmates of different castes.  The third human, Laura if the captain remembered correctly, remained silent but was constantly looking around, as if expecting an attack at any moment, not that strange considering all that H'roll'ah had hear about Earth.

“Well then, please tell me what times that the three of you eat, and I will prepare food for you then.  Also, please tell me any dietary restrictions you have so that you do not have any medical incidents,” Khralhen said, realizing that the humans could be bribed with food as easily as a Con'valix could be bribed with fruits.


(3 Months Later)

Captain H'roll'ah was surprised at how well the humans worked together.  He thought that they might exceed standard human operating efficiency by 10%, but regularly they were 20-25% better than the reported average.  They barely needed to vocalize to communicate, and they were able to remember each other’s needs and the needs of the crew extremely well.  Captain H'roll'ah decided to ask them how they did it, and if it was a clan trait, where he could hire more humans of clan “Walker.”

“Thomas clan Walker, do you have a few minutes to talk about personal matters?” The captain asked, assuming that Thomas would, since he was off shift and relaxing in the lounge.

“Sure thing, hoss.  What can I do for you?  And I hope this isn’t about my or Laura’s tattoo’s, because we had to settle a bet on that a few days ago,” Thomas answered easily.  He was a bit flippant for the captain’s taste, but his results were impeccable and the other humans followed his lead, which spoke volumes for the man.  

“I was hoping that you could explain how you and your clanmates have achieved such a high efficiency rate.  You perform well above average, even for clanmates who grew up together.”

“Clanmates? Oh, that’s right! Sam mentioned that your species, and most species on this ship raise their young in a group setting and the kids hatch from eggs, right?”

“That is correct, and please do not remind me that human females carry their young in their bodies like a parasite.  The last time Sam explained that, it was enough to make all of us wonder how humans have managed to reproduce at all.” H'roll'ah still shuddered when he thought of it, and Khralhen wasn’t able to cook for 3 days after Sam had explained human reproduction.

“Fair enough, I think we reproduce more by accident that anything else, but yeah.  Me, Laura, and Sam are not clanmates like you think,” Thomas chuckled and shook his head, “We are siblings.”

“I do not know this word,” H'roll'ah answered uneasily.  In his experience, an unknown term from a human meant that something painful, gross, horrifying, or all 3 was about to be revealed.

“Sam could explain it better, and having Laura here only seems fair…” Thomas trailed off as he reached for his comm.  "Hey, brats (again with the casual disrespect), can you both get up to the lounge? Captain wants to know about siblings.“ H'roll'ah was always surprised that Thomas clan Walker could be disrespectful when asking for others to do something.

“Sure, be right up,” Sam responded.  She was likely a floor up in the medical facilities and wanted to take a break.

“Grrhhrhhgg.” Laura clan Walker had been sleeping, then, and did not want to come.

“Thanks, ladies, you can both explain family better than me.”  Now the captain was worried again because there was a second new word being bandied around.


“So, captain, a family unit for humans is very small compared to yours of Ensign Khralhen’s,” Sam explained, “A family is usually made up of the mother and/or father or a surrogate who has assumed that role and the children.  It usually numbers no more than 4-7 individuals.”

“But…But…how do you grow or develop? And to place all that burden on only one or two adults, how do they do anything else?” spluttered K'roll'ah.  He was shocked to find out that humans in the region called ‘America’ did not have an open community.

“Well, children who share 1 or both parents are called “siblings”, and they develop together.  The adults are called “parents”, and yeah, there is a definite loss of freedom involved.“

“So then, you three are…siblings?” H'roll'ah asked.

“Yes, Thomas is the oldest, and Laura is the youngest, with me in the middle,” answered Sam, “and our father bailed on us after Laura was 3 years old, so Tom became the ‘man of the house’ at 7 years old.”

THAT explained Thomas clan Walker’s attitude! Captain H'roll'ah realized that Thomas clan Walker had been in a command position and not had a commander from a young age!

“So that is why you both follow him? He is the new leader”

“Kind of, he is just the best at leading.  He knows what to do and does it well.” Laura answered, which was rare; she was the most quiet of the three.

“And the reason for your peak efficiency?” Captain H'roll'ah asked, determined to get an answer to his question.

“Well, we have known each other all our lives and spent most of those lives in close proximity to each other.  We just understand each other from the long familiarity and exposure.”

“Ah, the same way a pilot becomes better from being on the same ship, just with a person instead.”

“Exactly! And if you are interested in hiring others we are familiar with, we have some cousins, children of our parents’ siblings, who we know very well and want to get into space.”

“Then I will look them up, thank you for answering my questions." 

Humans were a strange species.  Instead of focusing on a large community, they developed close bonds with only a few people who share familial ties with them.  Captain H'roll'ah did hire the 'cousins’ and they worked out very well.  The human guidebook was updated to notify captains that humans sharing close blood ties have the potential to perform at higher than normal efficiency.  


Now somebody write a story about a captain hiring siblings who hate/cannot stand each other!

anonymous asked:

Hey do you have more flirty rivals prompts?

1) “Well.” They stepped closer, trailing their hands down the other’s chest. “They do say you should know your enemies. And, believe me, before this week is out I’m going to learn everything there is to know about you. All your weaknesses, everything that makes you tick, all your sensitive little buttons.” 
“Now, now. You have to at least buy me dinner first. It can be your consolation prize for losing.”

2) “You have to get better, okay?” They kicked the side of the hospital bed. “It’s no fun when I can’t crush you.”
“That nearly sounds like concern.”
“It’s the medication, it’s giving you delusions.”

3) “You’re going down.” 
“On you? Let’s not pretend you could handle that without begging. We’re pretending you have dignity, remember?” 

4) “Anything you can do,” they sang in an annoying voice, “I can do better. I can do anything-” the kiss shut them up. Blanked their brain with the flare of want, of heat spreading through their chest. After a moment, they kissed back eagerly, only for their rival to pull back, teasing. Lips ghosting without satisfaction. “Can you kiss me better than that? Because oh my god the look on your face right now.” 
They pounced.

5) “You know, for people who apparently hate each other, you spend an awful lot of time getting up close and personal.”
“I don’t hate them, I hate losing to them. And everyone know closeness is used to establish physical dominance.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure. And what do the longing looks establish?” 

anonymous asked:

Ever thought of a demon OC that so desperately wants to be an angel/be friends with an angel? Or vice versa?

Well uh…in my Angel/demon universe. There are angels who associate with demons and vice versa. It’s not unheard of.

I have a Demon OC named  Solice who fell in love with my angel OC Jophiel and helped him escape from Lucifer as a way of showing affection.

I have an Angel OC named Cupid who’s f-buddies with a demon named Ru’Delle. They hate each other with a fiery passion but uhhh….apparently not enough to keep them having relations. 

I have an Angel OC named Taurentael who’s business partners with a demon named Jaumaur (who actually loves him in the most yandere way possible) 

I have a Demon OC named Phaero who wants to marry my angel OC Solomon. Even tho Sol is engaged and 100000000% uninterested. They got a nice Bowser/Peach relationship going on. 

I have an Angel OC named Frederica who hangs out with 2 of my demon OCs ,Guinevere and Dollie, because other angels are creeped out by her. 

Oh and not to forget my demon OC Faraj who literally conquers an angelic Empire and agrees to spare its inhabitants and call off his men if the prince of the land, an angel named Na’im, agrees to marry him. 

So…..yeah;;; been there done that;;;;

Snowed In (c.m.)

Word Count: 3,303

Warnings: A few swear words, suicide attempt implied but it’s very brief

A/N: This is not by any means the best thing I’ve written but it is the first fic I’ve finished in a while so I’m very proud of it. Not to mention this is the longest thing I’ve written by a mile, I did not expect this to be more than 2k words but here we are. I hope it was worth the wait! -R🌟

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Part Two


It was the first day of winter break. No more early classes, no more lectures, no more homework, no more dealing with annoying classmates who think they know more than the professors until January. You were taking advantage of it, allowing yourself to sleep through the morning with no alarm to jolt you awake. You did not, however, plan on someone showing up to your apartment and banging loudly on your front door. You called out for your roommate, but in return all you heard was more knocking.
“Ugh, Zoe could you get the door?!” When you didn’t get an answer you rolled over and grabbed your phone, turning it on and squinting at the light from the screen. You sighed as you saw it was much later than you thought and Zoe had already left hours ago.
You had known the Murphy’s since your freshman year of highschool when you befriended Zoe in English. You had forgotten your new pack of pens on your desk and Zoe had had an abundance in all different colors. You sat together at lunch and by the end of the first week of school you had become inseparable. You were always together and you practically lived at the Murphy’s house. Cynthia welcomed you with open arms and Larry would always make “do you ever actually go home?” jokes but he didn’t really care if you were over all the time (it’s not like he was really there often enough for it to be a problem anyway). Then there was Connor. Since you were over all the time you had witnessed a lot of blow ups between Connor and Larry and received a lot of angry texts and phone calls about him. You also heard all of the rumors at school but you knew better than to believe most of them. You knew the truth anyway. Sure, Connor had a temper and didn’t exactly treat his family with a lot of kindness and respect, but he was also constantly fighting with himself, trying to battle his depression without access to the tools he needed. You always greeted him at his house if he was there and at most you would get a subtle nod in response, but once in a blue moon you’d be spending the night, unable to sleep, and find yourself in the kitchen with a glass of water when Connor came down to get a snack. There wouldn’t be much conversation, mostly just silently existing together while you sipped your drink and he made a bowl of cereal, but there was one night in particular where you apologized for something Zoe had said awful to him unprovoked. He looked at you for a minutes, like he was trying to figure out if you were serious or somehow making fun of him. You thought maybe his eyes started to well up with tears a little before he blinked them away but it was too dark to confirm it. He didn’t say anything besides a barely audible “thanks” before he ducked his head and went back to his room. He tried not to fight with his family as much if you were around after that.
You trudged out of your room, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and swung the front door open. There stood Connor Murphy himself, wrapped up in a coat and scarf, his glove-covered hand raised to pound on the door again.
“Uh… hey, is-is my sister here?”
Zoe and Connor had been on good terms after Connor’s… incident at the beginning of his senior year. It hadn’t exactly worked the way he wanted it to and his parents finally realized the seriousness of the situation and got him in to see a counselor. Things were still weird with him and his dad, but they can stand to have a conversation together now. His mom was very supportive of him and always made sure he knew. Once Zoe knew just how bad things were for her brother, and Connor realized just how badly his actions affected his sister, they grew closer than ever and tried their best to make up for all the years where they had hated each other. Apparently that included trying to surprise-visit each other on the same day.
You tried not to laugh at the situation, knowing how long Connor had just driven to get there.
“Uh-no, she actually left this morning to go and surprise you,” you explained. He stared at you for a moment, trying to see if you were just pulling his leg or something, but the “gotcha” never came.
“You’re kidding,” he said, letting out an exasperated sigh when you shook your head. “So I just drove for three and a half hours through a snowstorm for nothing?”
“Wow, nice to see you too Connor.”
“No, no, I didn’t mean-” he cut himself off and rolled his eyes when he saw the smile on your face. “You’re fucking with me.”
“Yes, Connor, I’m fucking with you. You want something warm to drink? You look cold.”
“You don’t have to do that, I’ll just call Zoe and figure out-” You grabbed his hand and pulled him into the apartment, leading him into the kitchen.
“You can call Zoe while I make the hot chocolate.” He sighed, knowing there was no way you would let him say no, and sat down at the counter, pulling out his phone while you started preparing two mugs of hot chocolate.
You quietly slid his mug to him, standing on the other side of the counter across from him. He took the cup and gave you a grateful smile before turning his attention back to Zoe, who you could hear ranting on the other end of the line about how early she got up and how long she had to drive for. You smiled as he looked at you and rolled his eyes before saying goodbye to his sister and hanging up.
“We’re going to try meeting halfway and getting dinner,” he explained before taking a sip of his hot chocolate. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your giggles when he set the mug down and had whipped cream along his upper lip. You figured he’d wipe it away, but he just carried on texting Zoe to make dinner plans.
“Uh, Connor?” You had to bite your lip when he looked up at you to stop yourself from laughing. “Y-you’ve got uh-” you gestured to his lip and watched him wipe at the area, missing most of the sugary topping.
“Here, let me just-” you grabbed a napkin and leaned across the counter. He stared at you intently as you leaned close to his face to wipe the whipped cream off, your own gaze flickering from his mouth to his eyes, making brief eye contact before you pulled back and tossed the napkin in the trash.
“Thanks,” he mumbled. You nodded and pulled your phone out, avoiding any more eye contact.
“Um… you might need to cancel your dinner plans,” you said slowly.
“Why?” he asked, just as slowly.
You showed him your phone, a weather alert informing you that the roads were closed due to the snow storm picking up.
“Looks like you’re stuck here.”
“Looks like it.”

The rest of the day was not spent without more moments similar to the hot chocolate incident, hands brushing when you walked by each other, accidentally sitting down too closely on the couch… That’s where you were now, sitting on the couch watching some movie you weren’t paying attention to. Throughout the day the storm hadn’t come close to letting up, and the more time you spent with Connor the more you felt like maybe that crush you had on him sophomore year hadn’t exactly gone away, instead it just hid for a while. But now it seems to have come back because you couldn’t help but stare at him from the corner of your eye. He just looked so good with his hair pulled out of his face, it allowed you to take in all of the sharp angles that made up his facial features. He really was gorgeous.
You were snapped out of your thoughts-which was probably a good thing-when the room suddenly went completely dark. All the lights had turned off, the tv too, and you could no longer hear the humming of the heater.
“The power must have gone out,” Connor sighed.
“Well,” you shifted so that you were facing him now, “looks like you’re stuck here tonight. It’s late and this storm doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.” He nodded in agreement. “You wanna take Zoe’s bed?”
“Considering what I was doing my first year of college, I’d rather not.” It took you a second to understand what he was getting at, but the moment you did you felt your cheeks turning red.
“You want my bed then? I promise, you don’t have to worry about anything like that,” you said, half joking, half serious. 
“No, no, that’s fine, I can take the couch. I don’t want you to give up your bed for me.” He grabbed a discarded pillow from the floor and tossed it to the end of the couch, leaning back to lay against it and shoving his feet into your lap. He smirked as you rolled your eyes and stood up.
“Fine-but when you can’t sleep because your awkwardly long body doesn’t fit on this tiny sofa don’t come crying to me. There’s some extra blankets in Zoe’s closet if you need them, it’ll get pretty cold without the heater working. He hummed in response and shut his eyes and you turned to head off to your bedroom.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you woke up, but you knew it must have been late. Your door creaked loudly as it opened, and you could hear sock-covered feet padding closer to your bed.
“Hey,” Connor whispered, “are you awake?”
You mumbled incoherently, too tired to try and form real words.
“I can’t sleep, it’s too cold, move over.” He nudged you in the back and you rolled over to look at him.
“Didn’t I tell you not to come crying to me when you couldn’t sleep?” you asked.
“Technically you told me not to come crying to you if I couldn’t sleep because I don’t fit on your couch.”
“Same thing,” you huffed.
“Just move over, come on. You have more blankets and our combined body heat will keep the both of us warm.”
“You just want an excuse to get in bed with me,” you teased.
“That too,” he replied. You knew he was joking, but that didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat. You gave in and moved over to make room for him, turning your back to him so that you weren’t tempted to snuggle up into his chest. Though, that didn’t seem to stop either of you.
When you woke up the next morning you were laying on your back and you felt the weight of another person on top of you. It took you a moment to remember that Connor had joined you in your bed last night but as soon as you did you were immediately ten times more awake. His lanky body was on top of yours with his face buried in your neck, his now loose hair brushing against your cheek, his arms wrapped around your body while yours were secured around his neck, and his legs tangled with your own. His breath fanned across your neck as he let out some light snores that made your heart flutter. You didn’t want this moment to end, you were perfectly content with cuddling Connor in your warm bed. You closed your eyes and hugged him just a little bit tighter, letting out a deep breath as you took in the moment that you knew couldn’t last forever. Not long after, you could feel Connor shifting as he woke up. He laid still for a minute or two before (unfortunately) rolling off of you, trying to be as careful as possible, but your feet stayed tangled together as he laid next to you.
You faked waking up and looked over at him, his face a lot closer than you expected it to be.
“Hey,” he mumbled, voice deep and raspy with sleepiness.
“Hey,” you smiled. “Breakfast?”
“Yes, please.”
At some point last night the power had come back on-which you quickly took advantage of by turning the heater on-and the storm had calmed down into a gentle snowfall that actually looked rather pretty, meaning the city sent in snowplows to clear the roads off.
Connor watched you flit around the kitchen, making breakfast for the two of you (even though it was closer to lunch than it was breakfast), with a tired smile on his face. He thought to himself about how he wouldn’t mind having more mornings like this-cuddling under the covers with you when it was cold out, waking up to your sleeping body clinging to him, having breakfast with you. He only snapped out of it when you set his plate down in front of him, his sleepy smile growing into a grateful one as the both of you dug in.
You talk all throughout breakfast, never running out of things to talk about once, and you found yourself dreading the moment when he would have to leave and you wouldn’t see him again in who knows how long. But it had to end at some point.
After you had finished your breakfast you started working on the dishes while Connor slowly but surely ate up the last of his own food at snail’s pace. He also wasn’t looking forward to when he had to leave. He told himself that it was because he didn’t get to see Zoe at all but no matter how hard he tried to convince himself he knew it was because he wanted to spend more time with you. In high school you always seemed to put him at ease when you two were alone, and that hadn’t seemed to change at all. When he was with you Connor just felt like everything would always be okay. He sighed, snapping his gaze from where you were washing dishes and humming to yourself to his now empty plate and stood up to take it over to you. You were drying your hands when Connor came up behind you, leaning over to put his plate under the water, when you turned around. Your bodies were nearly touching, less than a half-step away from pressing against each other. He was right there, and his eyes were flickering between your eyes and your lips. You weren’t sure who leaned in first, you or Connor, but it didn’t matter, all that matter were his lips pressed against yours and his hand softly placed on your waist.
His lips were a bit rough from being chapped, but the kiss itself was more soft and gentle. You placed your hands on his t-shirt clad chest, but as you got more into the kiss they slid up to his shoulders, around his neck, and soon you were pulling his head closer to yours with your hand threaded into his hair. His hands moved from your waist to wrap around your lower back, pulling your body against his as the kiss grew more heated. It was your tongue that had swiped against his bottom lip and initiated the battle for dominance, but it was his that won in the end, exploring your mouth as you moaned against him. The kiss became more desperate as Connor shoved you against the counter, grinding his hips against yours as your lips broke away from his and instead moved to place kisses along his jaw and eventually making their way down his neck. When you found his sweet spot he threw his head back and moaned, grinding into you harder as you teasingly nibbled at his skin but then moved back to his lips.
“Con,” you mumbled against him, “couch.”
He hummed in agreement and you started to make our way from the tiny kitchen to the living room. Well, you tried to make it to the living room. You kept bumping into things on the way, causing the both of you to start laughing and forcing the kiss to end.
“Why-why is this so hard?” Connor asked between giggles. It only made you laugh more as he leaned down to place multiple kisses against your lips, each one getting longer than the last, until you had calmed your laughing down enough to kiss back. Just as you were getting into it though the door to your apartment opened and Connor had just enough time to take a large step away from you before his sister entered the room.
“You’re still here!” she exclaimed, rushing forward to give her older brother a hug. “I started driving the minute the roads were back open so that I wouldn’t miss you.”
“It’s good to see you Zo,” he said.
“How long can you stay?” she asked when they broke off their hug. You tried not to look too hopeful when he glanced at you for a moment.
“I should get going pretty soon, I have work tonight.” You felt your shoulders drop a little as Zoe let out a whine of disappointment, but Connor made brief eye contact with you before adding on, “But I’m off this all next weekend, I could come stay for a while if that’s alright with you.”
“Would you?” Zoe asked excitedly, then turned to see if you had any protests.
“Uh, yeah, sounds good to me.” Zoe smiled and hugged Connor again while he shot you a wink and that beautiful smile of his. You watched as she walked him to the door, promising to call him tomorrow to set up a plan for the upcoming weekend before the door was closed and he was off.
“Well,” Zoe said, turning to look at you, “I’m going to shower, I feel gross. You wanna watch a movie when I’m done?” You nodded and watched as she headed off to the bathroom, making sure the shower was running before you slipped out the front door.
“Connor!” He looked up from his phone while you approached him where he was waiting for the elevator. He smiled as you got closer,, shoving his phone into his pocket.
“I almost thought you were gonna let me leave without saying goodbye,” he teased.
“I couldn’t let you leave just yet, you forgot something important.”
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what did I forget?”
You stood up on your toes and cupped his cheek, pulling him down so that you could kiss him.
“You’re right,” he mumbled when you pulled away ever-so-slightly, “wouldn’t wanna leave that behind.” You shook your head and pulled him back in, picking up where you left off before Zoe had interrupted you. This time the elevator dinged as it opened but as hard as Connor tried to pull away he couldn’t, he was too addicted to the taste of your lips. It wasn’t until the elevator dinged and he had to slam his palm against the doors to keep them from closing that he finally started pulling away.
“I-” you kissed him, “I have to-” another kiss, “I have to go but I’ll ca-” one last kiss before he basically pried himself off of you, “I’ll call you tonight, okay?”
You nodded your head as he stepped into the elevator. You watched as the doors closed, slowly blocking Connor from your sight as you waved goodbye, but you smiled to yourself knowing it wouldn’t be long until you got to talk to him again.

anonymous asked:

hello hello, i am in desperate need of kyouhaba fic recs and i'm pretty sure i've read all the ones in all the other recs as well as the ones in the first five pages on ao3 when you sort by kudos, so if you could help me out i would be very much obliged

Yo anon! Such a daunting task you’ve requested, lmao. I actually had to think about whether or not to indulge this since 1) I have no idea if you’re serious, tbh, 2) I’m not sure if I’ll be able to link you fics that haven’t already been recommended somewhere else, 3) I have no idea which stories you’ve already read, 4) Like I said, this seems very daunting because there are LOTS of brilliant Kyouhaba fics out there. If I get really serious with this, by the time I’m done the list will look pretty overwhelming, lol.

That said, the request wouldn’t leave my mind and since I have free time now, I guess I’ll do it. I’ll go all the way too and treat this as an extensive Kyouhaba rec list for others (HQ/Kyouhaba beginners especially) who might want it, so take note of that if you see stories you’ve already read.

Btw, I’ll just do a shortcut when it comes to authors with multiple Kyouhaba stories and take you to their main AO3 page instead of linking each of their stories. Believe me, these authors are brilliant and there’s no use sifting through their Kyouhaba stories to see what’s good and what’s not. They’re ALL amazing. 

Btw, I used AO3′s tag filter to take you to their Kyouhaba stories only since that’s what you asked for (and what this blog is for).

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Warning: Making out

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Author’s Note: I actually had fun with this prompt because this was something a little bit different and I had never written a Young Derek imagine before. YAY! Also, regarding the other Young Derek prompt you requested, as mentioned before, I ended up declining that prompt because it had been requested and written by another writer. I hope you understand that. Lastly, shout out to @lily-salvahalfoy19 for being my beta for this prompt. Without further ado, I hope you like this imagine!

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by blueflamelove

“So, how was work today, hon?” Mr. Taylor asked.

Mrs. Taylor smiled. “It was great! I paired up all my students for my annual project, and I purposely put a certain pair together, because I just know they’ll become a couple before the semester ends.”

Mr. Taylor sighed. “Honey, you can’t play Cupid with your students.”

“I don’t remember reading that in my contract when I got hired.” Mrs. Taylor grabbed her grade book out of her book bag. “Besides, I didn’t set them up on a blind date. I just paired them up for a project.”

“Of course, just like all your other set ups. Who are the lucky kids this semester?” Mr. Taylor stood next to his wife and looked down at her opened grade book. Her freshly manicured nail pointed at one name.

“Derek Hale,” Mr. Taylor read and followed his wife’s finger to the second name. “And Y/N Y/L/N.”

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holy shit fuck these 2 seasonal workers my store hired.

One, lesser evil, is a total 100% diva who gets called out on dress code EVERY SHIFT for having her boobs out and wearing leggings with NO UNDERWEAR and cutouts up the side. One time I was on register next to her and she was leaning over the computer to help with her customer’s pinpad and you could literally see her areola. The old lady she was helping and I exchanged the longest, awkwardest look. I told her her shirt was kinda low after the lady left and she literally went “jealous?” and walked off. Who knows where she walked off to, especially since she was the ONLY person on cash at that time and I came from stocking for backup (and for the record I have bigass boobs myself and imo big boobs are a fucking PAIN). I don’t know what’s more fucking annoying, the hootchi way she dresses or how she literally bolts off the register after every single customer. lIiterally all you hear when she’s on over the walkie/ear pieces we have is “E, where’s your location?” or “E… there’s someone waiting at the register”. She’s sent home to change probably two out of three shifts a week… and once I came on while she was gone and she spend the next three hours complaining how she wished they just sent her home for good. THREE HOURS. 

The other, bigger evil, doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut about customers. She was hired at the same time as this other girl (OG) apparently she went to high school with and apparently they hate each other. BE (big evil) was telling me at the register in a lull about how she punched OG in the face after OG kicked her sister in the head because OG liked the guy who was hitting on BE’s sister in, like, 10th grade at Golden Arches. A customer comes up and BE rings her items and puts her card through and turns to me (a foot away pricing things) and full volume starts going on and on “I only fought once. I puched OG in the face!! Like this *makes punching motion*” around this time the customer is really uncomfortable bc the card reader messed up or something but BE is backed tured 100% into her story. “all because that skank OG liked that guy. I don’t fight because it makes me look rachet ” and so on and so forth. This customer had two little kids with her for crying out loud. /// Another time I walked to the front to bring some items to be priced from stock and BE was in this animated conversation with a customer about our employee discount and what it was and what the extra % was and how we get certain brands who give us extra extra % off at times, etc etc. The woman was checked out and a line was forming and BE was just going on and on about how she’d never buy anything at all from us if she didn’t have a discount because it’s just too expensive and not worth it for the price when you can to go x store right next door for the same products for like 75%. Like yeah it’s overpriced but why the fuck are you telling her to shop other places…. less items bought HERE means less HOURS I can work ya dumb bitch.


  • first and most importantly for a flashback episode, A PERFECT RECAST OF YOUNG KARA AND ALEX.
    • (maybe even un upgrade?)
    • gosh, both of those actors did their homework.
    • when alex pulled her phone out of her back pocket in that bathroom i just about died.
    • izabela vidovic doesn’t actually sound anything like melissa, but she did this thing with her voice that is kara.
    • good job, casting.
  • also, music: evil. you can’t cold open with HAIM like that. the sweet escape was a terrible song, but the most 2007 song choice they could have made short of 1234 by feist.
    • i love eliza, and i love that house.
      • but honestly where is midvale???? on the canadian border???? is the drug ring run through a maple syrup dynasty???? how did they drive there so quickly???? (the answer to that question is obviously: flying car.)
    • SPEAKING OF FLYING CARS: i love that they tried to tell us kara could drive for the opening ~aesthetic~ and let that just sit in the background for the entire episode, and then CONFIRMATION: KARA CANNOT ACTUALLY DRIVE.
    • for an episode that only has about 5 minutes of current timeline they packed a lot into that small amount of time.
      • i continue to regret asking for them to focus on kara’s mental health, because she’s just so sad and it makes me so sad.
      • ‘at least alex doesn’t close herself off … you have the most wide open heart for other people, but when you feel weak you punish yourself for it.’
      • ‘if i’m going to do the things i have to do, i have to walk away from certain vulnerabilities.’ okay, not focusing on the “vulnerabilities” because that’s a red herring, but the things i have to do. oh, kara. i wrote something in one of these lists a couple of weeks ago that i think i ended up deleting, but, the opening credits monologue has changed again (kara calls herself a refugee now, which is worth a whole post all of its own) but the line that has always stayed is “an accident forced me to reveal myself”. i hope they’re going to a place where kara can recognise the choices she’s making to live this life. not that there isn’t a lot to unpack to get there, because if we learnt anything from triggers it’s that she probably doesn’t believe she has a choice about this because she was sent here to do this. but that’s not what little kara tells not!alura. there’s always a choice, and at one point she wanted to make that choice.
    • obligatory mention: alex danvers is probably going to end up with a drinking problem.
    • and god, she’s mean, but she’s also right about kara’s pathological need to set the rules. and i think to kara they are rules, because everything about living on earth has been a series of rules about How To Live. see also: an accident forced me to reveal myself, and now i have to walk away from certain vulnerabilities.
    • but that’s just it: sisters. they got each other. and, it would seem, always kinda have*.
    • so this was kind of a weird flashback.
        • god, i hate them. why do they do this to me?
        • “10 years ago.” OKAY, FINE.
        • previously on supergirl:
          • kara’s earth equivalent birthday (disregarding the phantom zone) is between 4 January 1991 and 16 February 1991.
          • alex’s birthday is between 17 and 20 February 1989.
        • so in 2007, and let’s say november 2007 to make it easier, even though apparently they live near canada but it looks like summer: alex is 18, kara is 16.
          • and yet they’re in the same classes?
          • and yet not!alura j’onn thinks she’s 15.
        • kara’s been with them for 3.5 years, and jeremiah’s been dead for 1.5.
      • basically, i just really wish they would stop saying things like “[nice round number] years ago”, because now we have alex and kara apparently hated each other for three and a half years and lena luthor is 25.
        • (and also was apparently 15 when superman took down lex. ;_;)
    • anyway, that weirdness aside, that flashback was filled with goodness:
      • alex and kara shared a rooooooom and had dumb 2007 flip phones and alex wore totally on trend tiny vests but also very off trend chokers.
      • kenny lee: he died so that alex would stop being a dick to her adopted alien sister.
        • awkward statutory rape storyline: awkward.
        • canadian drug ring: seriously, was maple syrup involved?
      • SOME THINGS WE LEARNT ABOUT KARA, all of which broke my heart:
        • she never stopped talking about krypton.
          • calculus at age 4!
        • she wanted to be a superhero even then.
          • ;______;
          • she followed all of his enemies omg.
        • she was really good at gym.
        • she’s always broken things when she’s angry.
        • she misses people too but she’s not lashing out at the world.
          • oh, kara.
        • she had hound blood in her - kara what other trouble were you getting into as a kiddo?
        • she remembers being alone in the pod.
          • ;______;
          • eliza calling j’onn to come and pretend to be not!alura agent noell neill was awful. that is honestly a terrible thing to do to that poor girl, and i’m lowkey pissed at the writers for thinking that’s a thing people would ever come up with as a possible solution.
        • aaaaaand yet maybe the most important line in the entire flashback:
          • no one asked me if i wanted these powers, but i have them and all i want to do is help people with what i’ve been given, and no one will let me.
          • kara wanted to be a superhero. she wanted it desperately. and maybe soon she’ll remember that.
        • she called her mom jeju.
  • eliza’s cardigan in that last scene was awesome and i want it.
  • ‘i am getting better,’ kara says, two seconds before the promo for next week. yaaaaaay……… 😟
Swifthaal/Gyllenswift Timeline 2010

Following the modifications of the Buzzfeed article about Taylor last week, I decided to make a timeline of Taylor and Jake Gyllenhaal’s relationship. (Might be helpful for the newbies, you got to understand the PR side of her short-lived ‘relationships’.)

Do I think that it was a real relationship? No, I believe that it was purely a PR stunt, though somewhat more believable than Connor, Harry, Calvin and Tom (IMO). Now, this brings State of Grace, All Too Well, WANGBT, The Moment I Knew, and other songs on the table. Did she write those songs about him? Who knows; she wrote them, not me. Anyway, I’ll explain more after the timeline (at the bottom). 

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lapidot interpretation rankings

Bottom Tier: Thinking they should both hate each other, argue all the time, and never get along because apparently two characters aren’t allowed to grow and understand each other better

Middle Tier: Assuming that they never stop bickering, but you find the idea of them bickering to be Funny Roommate Banter as opposed to sheer hatred

High Tier: Coming to the conclusion that even if they don’t see eye to eye on everything, they’ve still grown close and enjoy each other’s company and friendship and can get along just fine despite their differences because at the end of the day, they genuinely do like and care for each other

God Tier: Realizing that from the start, the entire basis of their relationship has been trying new things Together, which has resulted in them forming a bond that - in a show chock-full of meaningful relationships - still manages to be unique and refreshing because you take these two gems that are so different and highlight the one thing that they have in common, which is adjusting to life in a new world full of new possibilities. Then you have them take on these new possibilities side by side so they can help each other learn, heal, support, encourage, and just peacefully exist on a planet they both once tried so hard to get away from, but now they’ve made it their home and they’ve done so together with the help of one another. And that shit’s fuckin beautiful

Unexpected (Part 6)

Chapter: 6/?

(Unexpected - Masterlist)

Originally posted by petyrbaelishs

You managed to ‘hide’ in your chambers for three days. During them, Willas stood by your side for most of the time. You learnt about his childhood and stories, how he was the one naming Garlan ‘the Gallant’ when he was a plump kid, in order to avoid any unflattering thing to be add to his name, like with his uncle ‘Garth the Gross’. He also told you about the accident that cost him the functionality of his leg and how it affected his life and helped him starting a friendship with Oberyn Martell.

“He sent us a letter apologising for not coming.” He affirmed, taking a sip from the cup of wine in front of him. “And there is a gift waiting for us in Highgarden.”

You smiled at the way he looked relaxed talking about Oberyn, completely different from what you expected with the way you’ve heard the story before him.

“You’re good friends.” You smiled softly at him.

“Yes.” He looked back at you. “It’s ironic since our families apparently hate each other. What about you?”

The question made you tilt your head in confusion and smirked.

“Do you have any friends?” He questioned.

“Oh.” You sat back uncomfortably. “I shared a chamber with some cousins and Myrcella and…”

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Please tell me we didn’t have sex last night (2/4)

You can read the first part hereThank you so much for all of your likes/comments/reblogs, it really means a lot x

Abby doesn’t know how long she’s been hunched over the toilet bowl, but after what feels a lifetime, her stomach is finally starting to settle down. After taking several deep breaths, she slowly releases her death grip on the bowl before settling down on her bum. Letting out a miserable groan, Abby resolutely tries to ignore the fact that Marcus is still crouching next to her on the ground. He has stopped stroking her back, but he’s still sitting rather close.    

“Do you want me to get you something?”, Marcus asks softly, breaking the awkward silence that had descended over them.

Abby weakly shakes her head, “No, I think I’m-”, she starts to reply, but another wave of nausea hits her and she’s doubled over the toilet bowl once more. 

Marcus quickly gathers her hair again, but fortunately this time her nausea only lasts for a couple of seconds. As Abby leans back, she gratefully accepts the piece of toilet paper he offers her before wiping her mouth with it.

“Ugh. I’m sorry you had to see this”, she murmurs, feeling her cheeks flush from embarrassment.

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boy i’m about to do it… @pikeisaman asked me for a gobblepot outline of how they progress through the show and i have nothing better to do so here we go

season 1

literally from the pilot their fates are sealed and it’s clear that they and this city will always be a part of each other’s lives. gordon is a babyfaced war hero cop determined to make this city better. oswald is a lowly umbrella boy  to a mafiosa (fish….my love) who snitches to the cops about the wayne murder case to further his own status. jim is ordered by mob boss falcone to take oswald to the end of the pier and shoot him for snitching. instead he lets him live, telling him to never come back to gotham. well…he definitely does come back with a master plan and shows up on jim’s doorstep (scaring the living shit out of him!!) explaining that he wants to help jim because he’s the last good man in gotham. part of oswald’s plan is telling his new employer maroni about what happened, the dude forces jim to come to his aid and corroborate the story and i tell you. the look in oswald’s eyes as he silently thanks jim for saving his life yet again…is what started my descent into this madness.

so eventually it’s revealed that oswald is alive and there’s all this mob bullshit but what’s important to this post is that when oswald waiting for his fate from falcone, he begged that the job of killing him be given to jim because he knew he’s the only good man in this city with a conscious who would spare his life. and he was right and in return he now secretly works for falcone and pleads for him to spare jim’s life when he gets out of line (which to THIS DAY jim does know about and it pisses me off!!!!)

anyways down the line jim finally comes to oswald for his first of many favors down the line because the city and the gcpd are corrupt and oswald is literally SO HAPPY like he’s been waiting for this moment and so have i because before this point this was the basis of so many fics for them. “FAVOR IS DONE..FRIENDS DON’T OWE FRIENDS, SILLY” this is actual dialogue that haunts me to this day

but then of course oswald’s promise of “no one gets hurt” doesn’t bode so well and jim is like [gob voice] i’ve made a huge mistake so the next time he sees oswald he’s a raging douche to him and from there on out. said interaction is what i call the first gobblepot breakup scene. oswald is opening his new club and comes to the gcpd to hand deliver an opening party invitation to jim with an earnest look in his eyes that parallels asking your crush to prom. jim says no and says he doesn’t want oswald coming to his work and THROWS THE INVITATION IN THE GARBAGE. Oswald urges that jim shouldn’t treat him this way because one day he’ll come back to him because THEY NEED EACH OTHER AND JIM IS A DUMBASS FOR NOT YET REALIZING THIS.

So literally like four episodes later jim DOES need oswald’s help and they road trip it up to this cabin and jim saves his life yet again but cuts Oswald off before he can thank him for it. A few eps later he comes AGAIN for a favor and when Oswald fucks with him he literally GRABS HIM by the shirt with empty threats. This boy just loves grabbing other men and pulling their faces within inches of each other while looking all macho. I tell you. But yeah Oswald still does the favor and says jim owes him this time (we’re past “friends don’t owe friends” since jim rejected jim)

Then somehow in the s1 finale jim’s idea of a favor is threatening to leave Oswald to be killed by mobsters in a hospital and Oswald has to wit his way out of things and have jim take him with him but like….this is the first time you see in oswald’s face that he was wrong to trust jim and it’s so goddamn heartbreaking.  


Jim has been demoted because he told the mayor to kiss his ass among other unruly things and he goes to Oswald (who is now “king of gotham”) to get his job back. Oswald agrees if jim shakes down this dude who owes him money. Jim ends up killing the guy in self defense and feels shitty but Oswald keeps his word and gets jim his job back. Meanwhile gcpd has a new captain because the writers hate women of color and killed off Essen so now Michael chikilis is here and is the most aggressive by-the-book dude you’ve ever seen. He’s like “yo if anyone here is corrupt and idk likes to fuck with skinny gay emo criminals for favors I’ll fire you” so jim is like :o when chiklis announces they’re going after Oswald jim goes to warn him and ask him about shit going down because it doesn’t sound like something Oswald would do (he’s actually being forced to do it because his mom is being held hostage). Instead of telling jim what’s wrong he snaps at him and this is breakup scene 2.0 basically. These boys love the angst. 

So oswald’s poor mom gets murdered by this dude named galavan who’s taking over the city and he’s trying to make it seem like Oswald is doing all this shit and jim is like “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” and galavan is elected mayor and Oswald wants to crash his party to fuckin murder him him. Jim for some reason is protecting this asshole because I guess it’s his job or something. This turns into jim standing between Oswald and galavan, both with guns drawn on each other. Neither can pull the trigger on each other. If this were literally any other person Oswald would just gun down whoever was in between him and justice for his murdered mom. But it’s jim. So instead he pleads and cries for him to step aside and jim implies that he can’t even though he knows galavan is guilty but it’s this dumb cop code or something. The writers decided at this point that instead of us getting to see who would back down first, Oswald is shot in the shoulder by someone else and goes into hiding and recovery. 

Them boys meet up again because galavan goes to trial and accuses Oswald of all the shit he did and jim’s like “WHY THE FUCK YOU LYIN” in the middle of court so he’s taken away by galavan’s men and they gonna kill him but then OSWALD APPEARS because theses dudes are like addicted to saving each other’s lives at this point. Jim wakes up with Oswald being there like “hello please help me kill this douche” and jim agrees. Some bullshit happens in between but what’s important is that they…literally….kill a man together. Like if nothing else that they’ve done for each other so far didn’t seal this connection, this did. 

And then even jim is technically the one who pulled the trigger on the bullet that killed galavan, Oswald takes the full blame and goes to arkham asylum for it. He goes through the worst mental torture imaginable for jim. When he sees jim on site and pleads for him to get him out jim is a Dick and claims this therapy is for his own good and it’s honestly so painful to watch like this is the last shred of hope Oswald had for jim.

A lot of this later half of s2 they’re doing their own thing and jim goes to jail and Oswald finds his rich dad who gets murdered in front of him but later on Galavan comes back to life and Oswald kills him again just as the dude was about to kill jim so oswald’s just like “you’re welcome bye”


Jim and Oswald greet each other like bitter exes at the gcpp when Oswald asks jim (who is now a bounty hunter) why he hasn’t caught fish mooney and jim says “you haven’t made it worth my while”. He does eventually help catch her by calling Oswald (guess they just still have each other’s numbers) and telling Oswald where she’ll be.

They don’t interact for a while this season but at one point when jim is put on a hallucinogenic trip he has a vision that he’s fighting a war with Oswald and Oswald saves his life in the dream and tells him “never leave your unit behind.” They literally never explain this on the show but I assume it’s about jim’s guilt for leaving him at arkham.

So then waaaay later on Oswald shows up on jim’s doorstep asking for information on Edward nygma and gives jim a phone with only his number on it, which becomes useful to jim when he’s held hostage and calls Oswald for help. Oswald like Bernie sanders runs to the place and saves jim yet again. Instead of thanking him jim is once again an asshole and says “took you long enough”

So then the s3 finale. I have never been more stressed in my life. Jim has been infected with this virus that makes you basically a violent douche with no inhibitions so he’s battling those demons and accidentally kills fish mooney in the process (Oswald actually likes her this time so he mad) and then is ready to offer Oswald up to save the city. Oswald ain’t happy about this, but only finds out at the last minute that jim is infected with the virus so idk how that affects his opinion on jim’s actions here 


Oswald has time for NO ONE his emotions have already gotten him nearly killed multiple times. He runs gotham and jim doesn’t like it. They keep publicly arguing with reporters and photographers documenting this gay shit. Even though they apparently hate each other they can’t get through an interaction without grabbing the other and bringing their faces within inches of each other to make empty threats. I’m told they will team up again later in the season which Gives Me Hope because both actors have said from day one that their destinies are forever intertwined. These boys are never escaping each other. 

So yeah that’s as far as an outline goes, I can go even further if you want more meta and headcanons 

I found his jumper part 10 || D.H.

First Part, Second Part, Third Part, Fourth Part, Fifth Part, Sixth Part, Seventh Part,Eighth Part, Ninth Part

A/N: Warning! SMUT. Apparently I am a huge tease. sorry. It’s just mild smut btw. The next chapter is going to be intense though. 

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Originally posted by glowinghowell

“Daniel darling, is that you?”

The surprise in the voice of Dan’s mother was evident. Her clear voice echoed through the calmness of the neighbourhood. She stood in front of her house in comfortable clothes, probably enjoying a lazy night. Mary Howell eyed his son’s car that he had parked in front of the house without telling anybody that he was home.

 It was pitch black outside, but bright light flooded through the windows of both our childhood homes. We had just walked out of the forest that held so many memories, returning from our first date. His mother could only see our dark silhouettes. One tall dark frame and a slightly shorter one walking next to each other.

As soon as we reached his old house and the yellow light revealed our faces his mother wrapped her arms tightly around her son, welcoming him back home. One could tell that she had missed him by the way she held him close for more than a minute.

“What are you doing here, Daniel. It’s late, shouldn’t you be at uni?” she asked still hugging him. Although she had usually intended to sound reproachful, she couldn’t hide the fact that she was actually happy to see her son again. Mrs. Howell had the same eye and hair colour as Dan, but the shape of her face was completely different than his.

“I should be at university mum, but I thought my date is more important than-” before he could even end his sentence his mother noticed me. I thought she’d be surprised or confused to see me, but instead she let out a high pitched squeal of excitement. She warmly smiled at me as if I were her long lost daughter. It actually felt good to see her again. Since I had spent at least half of my childhood at the Howell’s we knew each other quite well and I could always ask her for advice.

“Dear God, finally! I missed seeing you and Dan together, Rosie.” she joyfully smiled and gave me a bone crushing hug.

 We decided to skip our classes the following day and just stayed in our home town over night. After Dan’s mum had greeted me she immediately scurried over to my house to tell my mum the news.

“We should have made a bet, Linda.” I heard her say to my mum and we spent the rest of the late evening catching up on things and me and Dan had to obviously tell everyone how we got together. Everybody including me was totally delighted about his first date idea and nobody seemed to even remember that me and Dan had a major fight in high school and hated each other for at least two years. Apparently everybody but us had already known that we’d end up together one day.

“Should we watch a movie, baby?” I asked my boyfriend of over a month as I walked into his apartment’s living room, carrying drinks for both of us. Phil was at a party with Caleb so me and Dan had their flat to ourselves.

“I’d rather just make out.” Dan grinned, sounding is if he was joking although he obviously wasn’t.

He was sprawled out on the couch, taking up all the space. His hair was a bit messy but still looked perfect. He wore dark sweatpants and a black t-shirt. What a surprise, right? His pink lips turned into a cheeky smirk as he noticed that I was checking him out.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare?” he asked me while playfully rising his eyebrows. The teasing sparked a little fire in the pit of my stomach, causing me to swiftly walk over to where he lied. Before Dan could even realize what was happening I was already straddling his lap. His eyes widened at my sudden braveness and at the feeling of my crotch pressed against his. 

Dan swallowed hard, his gaze focused on my lips. Suddenly the room was filled with sexual tension. I had the craving desire to kiss him, as if his lips were air and I was out of breath. I could feel my cheeks heat up with excitement as I bent down to lean in. My lips lightly brushed his, sending chills down my spine. My whole body started tingling as we finally kissed. We had made out a lot of times before, but I was still not used to getting to kiss Dan Howell whenever I wanted to. No matter how often I got to kiss him the butterflies never left. We moved our lips in perfect sync, like an experienced team. He carefully but not too lightly bit my bottom lip, asking for entrance that I gladly granted him. We explored each other’s mouths. I could still taste the chocolate we had earlier on his tongue. Since I was that close to him I could smell his sweet cologne. Although I was used to it, it still dazed all my senses. My hands were pressed against Dan’s broad chest for support while has large hands stabilized me by holding my waist. I left open mouth kisses on his sensitive neck while he sensually ran his hands up and down my back. Every spot on my body he touched started to tingle. His eyes were pressed close as I left a trail of love bites along his collarbone. I could tell by the look on his face that he was trying to hold back his moans, but I couldn’t let that happen. Dan’s moans were supposed to be heard. I started to explore his upper body by running my fingers along his chest and strong biceps. Since his shirt had short sleeves I had access to a little bit of naked skin. As I traced his defined arms I suddenly had the urgent desire to take his shirt off to feel his bare chest. I tugged at the dark fabric before I slightly pushed it up to reveal a little part of his stomach and happy trial. After fully removing his shirt I left wet kisses all over his broad upper body, making a silent whimper escape his lips.

“You are so beautiful.” I whispered, causing Dan’s cheeks to turn a deep shade of pink. His hands had by now wandered to my bum. I decided that it would only be fair to take off my shirt as well so I pulled it over my head and carelessly threw it over my shoulder. I was glad that I remembered to change into a sexy bra before a came here and I could tell that Dan was pretty glad too because he couldn’t take his eyes off my chest. It seemed like his eyes had grown ten times bigger as he stared at my breasts almost drooling.

“Fuck.” He gulped and reached around my back to unclasp my bra. I quickly pulled the straps off my shoulders and let the fabric fall down, revealing my naked boobs. My nipples had already grown hard and were demanding Dan’s touch. Within a second he had cupped my breasts and teased my nipples with his thumb. I felt the wetness form between my thighs and started needily rocking against Dan’s crotch to ease the burning desire. The sudden movement finally made a moan escape his perfectly shaped lips. His fingers dug into the skin around my hipbones and I could feel his length grow harder underneath me by the second. Dan left kisses all over my body and his hands were exploring every centimetre of my skin. I was still rubbing my crotch against his, knowing that my juices were already staining my panties.

I tugged my finger under the hem of Dan’s sweatpants, but just as I was about to free him from his trousers he made me stop.          

“Rose what are you doing?” Dan chocked out. His cheeks were a really deep shade of red. He nervously scratched the back of his head while he tried to not stare at my boobs.

I suddenly started to feel uncomfortable as I noticed that my boyfriend seemed like he wanted to push me off his body.

“We have the flat to ourselves. So I thought we could you know…” I whispered embarrassed and covered my naked chest.

Dan swallowed hard.

“Well, I uhm.. I have a really important game tomorrow. I don’t think it would be clever to do that on a night before a game.” He babbled while avoiding my gaze.

 Dan and I had been together for over a month. We met in kindergarten and he was my neighbour and best friend for most of my childhood. When we started dating I thought we’d have sex after one week since I was well aware of Dan’s fuckboy reputation. But I was wrong. We made out, we had taken each other’s shirts off, but never had we gone further than that. I wasn’t the one holding us back, he was. I had tried to make a move a couple of times but every time Dan had a reason why not to do it. And after nearly a month and a half of us being in a relationship he used his Football game tomorrow as an excuse to not have sex with me.

 “If you don’t want to have sex with me just tell me, Dan!” I loudly snarled at him. I searched the room for my bra and shirt so I could cover myself and stop feeling like an idiot.

“Rose that’s not-“ he tried to defend himself, but I was faster.

“Am I not sexy and slutty enough for you to have sex with me? Am I not good enough for you?” I asked him, my voice shaking.

“You literally bang every single girl you can find, but you won’t sleep with your girlfriend?” I shouted and bitterly laughed. Honestly I felt humiliated and hurt. The biggest fuckboy in the history of fuckboys won’t fuck me although I was already trying to take his pants off. Great, just great. Another blow to my self esteem.

 “Of course you are good enough, Rose!” Dan assured me while pleadingly looking at me. He tried to calm me down by rubbing my left thigh, but considering the fact that I was actually insanely turned on it just made everything worse.

 “Why won’t you have sex with me then?!” I shouted angrily.

“Because I’m afraid of ruining everything if I do!” he shouted back. I could tell that his confession took him a lot of strength and I finally calmed down after his words.

“Why would that ruin things?” I asked and scooted closer to where Dan was sat.

“I have never been in a relationship before. I know how to fuck around, but I don’t know how to ‘make love’ or something like that. I just wanted to be careful with you, cause I’m really afraid of losing you. I also told you that I’d stop being a fuckboy and fucking you wouldn’t really prove that I have stopped right. And yes, I may also be a bit nervous.”

 “Babe, I’m sorry. You don’t have to feel like that. As long as we are together nothing can go wrong.” I gently played with a strand of his brown hair and softly kissed him.

“I do want you Rose. I want you all the damn time.” Dan whispered cupping my left cheek.

anonymous asked:

You know, I used to think antis were desperate, but now I'm conviced they're actually just stupid. There's a post going around with the screenshot of a fan edited passage on Rey's page in the fandom powered Disney Wiki website saying how much Rey and Kylo hate each other and wanted to kill each other. Apparently this means that Disney hates Reylo.


OMG I found it and it’s hilarious. I’m amazed that they could be so gullible, but I guess they’re seizing upon it out of desperation - official sources simply aren’t feeding into the anti narrative (if anything, they’re feeding into the Reylo narrative) so they have to literally make up their own news. It’s very sad, but it’s actually so intensely sad that it transcends its own cringyness in order to become magnificently funny. 

anonymous asked:

Who's taller: Jake or Estela?

Look, sweetie, I’m not really in the mood to add fuel to the fire … so let me just tell you about a classmate named Gelo back in middle school who was really smol and grumpy.

We were mortal enemies trying to one up each other every time … then one day he got mad because I laughed at his Sebastian the Crab costume and he only reached up to my nose in full height because I had heels and it was the funniest thing ever.

2 Hours and 9 Minutes

A Yuri on Ice Fanfic
Written for @seungchuchuweek

It’s past 2 am and he has training in five hours. Four hours and fifty-two minutes to be exact. He went to bed and turned the lights off two hours and eight minutes ago… Two hours and nine minutes now…

He has just spent two hours and nine minutes scrolling through the pictures on Phichit Chulanont’s sns account. To be fair, considering it has taken him that long, it says something about how often the other posts. (Way too much) It also says something about how far gone he is on his fellow skater that he finds it adorable. (2091 pictures? Really?)

Seung Gil is not good at this sort of thing. Has always believed getting involved with someone at this point in his career would only prove to be a distraction. Hadn’t even sought out friendship with the other international skaters because what was the point? They were competitors after the same prize. Would proclamations of friendship really withstand that competition? 1.09 points between a place on the podium and going home empty handed? Wouldn’t they hate each other two events later?

Apparently some people can’t take a hint, though. He’s actually grateful for that right about now. Even if part of the outcome is how a casual comment about him needing to check out his sns by Phichit has him up at some ridiculous hour of the morning. Because he obviously didn’t have any self control when it comes to hundreds of selfies of his one-sided crush.

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