this is a thing that happens sometimes okay guys

you don’t stop
loving someone
just because
you don’t talk
to each other

you don’t start
hating someone
just because
things got tough
or wasn’t all
sunshine and
the whole time.

things work out,
they don’t,

sometimes shit
just happens,
and that’s okay.

love is really,
fucking complicated
but go with it
when you find it

you might
get lucky
or you might not,
but either way
you can say you
tried and learned.

and that’s

—  trying to learn from what happened (6/21/17), thekaijusleeps
Sheriff Knows Best

Stiles/Derek, G, 2K words, Sheriff POV, Coffeeshop AU, matchmaker!Sheriff

(Credit for the title to @cobrilee!)

This is an expansion of the following idea, written by the lovely @artemis69:

the coffee!AU, where John goes to the same coffee shop every day, and there is this very grumpy, quiet barista that always makes him amazing coffee and keep the best pastries for him. And one day the Sheriff learns that Derek is the one to bake them all, so he decides: this will be my son in law, I need a reason to have this man in my family for at least forty to fifty years. Then he matchmakes with no subtility whatsoever, basically offering his only son on a silver plate, Stiles spluttering all the way (but he takes Derek’s number anyway because the guy is just amazingly cute)

John’s on his regular morning stroll when he stops in his tracks and takes in the brand-new coffee shop, complete with a banner advertising their opening day. The little corner space has been boarded up for over a year, and John had no idea it was opening today.

Any new businesses are a boon for Beacon Hills, especially family-run ones like this one is rumored to be, so John ducks inside. It’s warm and homey, and there’s a pair of young dark-haired people behind the counter, close enough in features that they’re probably siblings. The quiet bickering points that direction, too.

They stop, though, when they see the Sheriff—the uniform tends to have that effect—and he pastes on his public servant smile. “Hi there. I saw this place was open and wanted to come on in and introduce myself. Sheriff John Stilinski.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” the woman says, holding out her hand for a shake. A nice strong grip—John likes this girl already. “I’m Laura Hale, and I own this place with my brother Derek, our resident grumpy barista-slash-baker.”

Derek rolls his eyes at Laura, but his smile to John is genuine, if small. “Hi, Sheriff. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, son,” he says, perusing the case full of tempting sugary treats. “You made these?”

He nods. “Can I get you anything?”

John hums. “A medium coffee, and…any one of these delicious-looking goodies. You pick. Just don’t tell my son,” he adds, and Derek looks up at him.

“Your son?”

“I have slightly elevated cholesterol,” he says, stressing the word. “Nothing to worry about, honestly. But he polices my diet. I don’t think he knows about this place yet, though, so this is great.”

Derek hums. His tongs hover over a muffin—lemon poppyseed, it looks like—before moving to another one. Raspberry-almond, according to the sign, and well, John isn’t picky. Derek drops it into a little bag and hands it over.

“Happy to help,” he says.

John thanks him and opens the bag. Laura’s still pouring his coffee, but it smells so damn good that he can’t resist.

“Wow,” he says, his mouth full. “This is delicious.”

Derek looks quietly proud, and Laura claps him on the shoulder as she reaches over to hand John his coffee. “On the house, today, Sheriff,” she says. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises.

“Thanks, Nina,” John says dryly, leaning back so she can put his plate in front of him.

“You’re welcome, Sheriff,” she says with a friendly smile, ignoring his stink eye.

Stiles just grins at both of them and digs into his French toast. He insists on having their weekly father-son breakfast at Paulie’s Diner because no matter what John orders, Nina will only bring him an egg-white omelet with a dry English muffin. Stiles must have some serious blackmail or be paying her off somehow, and John is, he has to admit, grudgingly impressed.

“Don’t look so bummed out, Pops,” Stiles says, around a mouthful of what’s surely syrup-drenched deliciousness. “At least I let you have turkey bacon.”

“It’s not the same,” he says grumpily, poking at it. “But at least I’m getting a steady stream of baked goods now.”

Stiles glares at him. “Are you serious? From where? I thought I had paid everyone off.”

He knew it. “I’m not telling you,” he says, a little displeased with how childish he sounds.

“Fine,” Stiles says, sniffing. “I’ll figure it out, you know I will.”

He will, John knows. Goddamn, he loves his kid, even if his life goal seems to be depriving John from any and all delicious food. “And speaking of, I met someone the other day,” he starts, and Stiles gasps theatrically, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.

“Is this you crapping all over my dream of having Melissa as my stepmom?”

John sighs at the reminder. Melissa is…well, she seems happy with that Argent guy. Whatever. He’s not bitter.

“Not for me, Jesus,” he says, shaking his head. “For you.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles says, slumping back in the booth. “Eye roll” is too mild, John thinks. It’s more of a whole head roll. “Seriously, Dad, I’m only 25. You don’t have to marry me off quite yet. You’ll get your grandchildren someday, I promise. Stop trying to set me up with people.”

“I’m just trying to be helpful!” John protests. “He seems nice.”

And makes really good treats, he adds in his head. That’ll be a good trait for a son-in-law.

“And who exactly is he?”

John pauses. “I met him at the aforementioned undisclosed location.” 

Stiles snorts. “Find out if he actually likes dudes, then get back to me.”

“Okay,” he says seriously, and Stiles grimaces.

“No, Dad, don’t actually—”

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the signs as things my dad has said (part 4)
  • aries: *reads my sister's math homework as "four boobs" instead of "four boards" on purpose, laughs for ten minutes*
  • taurus: *whenever mildly inconvenienced* you know what? fuck it. that's what i always say
  • gemini: [every time bb8 came on screen during The Force Awakens] i love that little snowman guy
  • cancer: *calls his friends his "friendsies"*
  • leo: [whenever our dogs misbehave] *monotonously* stop it please....
  • virgo: [constantly, sometimes for no reason] okay so what's happening right now
  • libra: *calls our dogs his "big good friends"*
  • scorpio: [looking up from his phone 2 minutes after i sneezed] uh...bless you
  • sagittarius: [immediately after i woke up at 6am] wow u look're like the face of tiredness
  • capricorn: [every time he hangs up after calling a store to ask for their hours] ok bye i'll see u later!!!
  • aquarius: [after i said a rock on star trek looked like a dick] what the fuck would you know
  • pisces: [on the phone with his work friend in the bathroom] me? i'm just peeing


[ feel free to adjust any words to fit the character/starter ! ]

  • “we’re gonna do this?”
  • “let’s engage”
  • “get him, get him!”
  • “i’m going, i’m going!”
  • “shut up!”
  • “hey guys, do you see the-”
  • “are you okay?”
  • “nothing’s gonna go back to the way that it was.”
  • “i saw something.”
  • “what is it?”
  • “i don’t know…”
  • “i felt it. everywhere.”
  • “sometimes i feel like i still see her.”
  • “whatever is happening, is spreading” ( + “-from this place.” )
  • “what does it want?”
  • “not me. everyone else.”
  • “wake up!”
  • “abort! abort!”
  • “if you’re out there, just please. give me a sign.”
  • “no no no no no!”
  • “that’s impossible!”
  • “you know i despise [ video game ].”
  • “spill it, [ name ]!”
  • “you want information…i need something in return.”
  • “no way. you’re not getting a date with her.”
  • “i’m not prostituting my sister…”
  • “it’s for a good cause!”
  • “acne isn’t a rash.”
  • “it isn’t contagious, you prepubescent wastoid.”
  • “trick or treat!”
  • “well, aren’t you cute!”
  • “if i get another [ candy ], i’m gonna kill myself.”
  • “what’s wrong with [ candy ] ?
  • “it is top three for me!”
  • “god, gimmie a break.”
  • “holy SHIT, you should’ve seen the looks on your faces!”

anonymous asked:

hiiiii lovely, hope you're doing well ! Can I please ask you to write something about Magnus asking Even who's the man and the woman when they do sex because Isak never answered but Magnus was like, really wondering about it for weeks

Hi there!! I got this :P


Even just knows. 

He knows when he sits down for lunch and Magnus is the only one there that the conversation is going to be fun. He knows that he’s in for a treat with the way Magnus stares at him, and then looks down, and then looks back up with puppy dog eyes, and then down again.

“Something on your mind, Mags?”

He jumps like he never expected Even to address him directly (which is ridiculous considering the amount of times he’s hung out with Isak’s friends.) Magnus swallows, “No… no of course not.” A pause, and then, “Actually, okay, yeah.”

Even gestures for him to continue, ripping open a bag of chips to enjoy as Magnus gathers is thoughts. “Well. I’m actually not sure how to ask it. You see, sometimes I say things and then people take offense to them. And I never mean for them to, but it happens anyway.”

Even crunches on a chip and eyes the big blonde giant, “What if I promise not to get offended?”

Magnus considers this, “Okay. But you promised.”

“Fire away.”

“So like when you and Isak are having sex.” Even chokes on his chip, but Magnus continues valiantly through, “Like when you guys are doing it… who’s the man and who’s the chick.”

This fucking kid.

“Oh boy, Mags, you weren’t kidding.” Even grabs Magnus’s soda and swallows to wash down the vaguely amused horror.

Magnus, bless him, deflates, “I knew it. I didn’t mean to offend-”

“You didn’t, man,” Even smiles reassuringly, “Maybe it’s a good thing you asked me this and not Isak.”

Which, Magnus scratches his ear and looks away. Ah.

“Oh,” Even continues, finding even more amusement creeping up, “And Isak didn’t take the question well?”

“You know how Isak is. Drama queen.”

Even hums, “I mean… when you ask it like that, Mags, it is offensive as hell. We are both guys, you know. There is no man and woman in the relationship. We are both dudes with dude parts.”

“I know that,” he responds glumly, “I just mean like power dynamics wise.”

“Power dynamics? Okay so, in every relationship, the power dynamics should be equal. No matter the sexuality. There isn’t a gender on power. It should be an equal shared thing no matter who’s on top or who’s on bottom.”

Magnus brightens, “Okay so can I ask who’s on top and who’s on bottom then?”

Even puts a hand over his heart, “Why Magnus, a lady never tells.” Magnus pouts and Even throws a chip at him, “Dude that’s private. I don’t ask you about your sex positions. And I don’t want to know,” He adds firmly when Magnus opens his mouth, “All I say is that we are both very good at what we do.”

Magnus groans and thumps his head on the table, “It’s been killing me for weeks.”

“Life is hard,” Even says, grabbing another chip. “So how red did Isak get when you asked him this? I can picture him now.”

Okay Earpers let’s have a little chat. I keep seeing tweets and posts and things about people saying that they’ll be mad at Emily if Wayhaught breaks up or has any unhappiness for any period of time. But guys. Those are unrealistic expectations. It’s a show about demons and other supernatural characters. It’s a drama. The characters go through rough stuff sometimes. Waverly and Nicole are occasionally gonna have fights. They’re gonna have bad stuff happen to them separately and as a couple.They might even break up for a time. It’s a drama. Dramatic things are going to happen sometimes. But this is no reason to get angry at Emily or anything. She never promised there wouldn’t be any drama between Waverly and Nicole. In fact she said there probably would be drama between the two of them. As Emily said “I can’t just have them sitting on a couch” Sometimes bad stuff is gonna happen with them and to them. You have to prepare yourself for that. But as Emily has proven she is trustworthy. She loves Wayhaught and she knows about the bury your gays trope and the damage it causes. She’s proved we can trust that she’ll treat these characters with respect. And if she stops treating the characters with respect by all means call her out on it (Politely) But by this I don’t mean yell at her whenever Wayhaught is unhappy or breaks up. That might happen from time to time. I mean when she actually starts treating them with actual disrespect. (Which I honestly doubt will ever happen but if it does and we do need to call her out we need to do so POLITELY and RESPECTFULLY with SPECIFIC examples and why we think said storyline is disrespectful not just “I hate you Emily”.) Emily has never said there would never be any drama. There’s gonna be drama. Emily has even stated herself there’s going to be drama. It’s a dramatic show. But in times where you’re worried that maybe what’s happened to us before with queer rep is going to happen again, I shall direct you to a quote Emily Andras said herself. “You have to believe that even when they’re fighting they’re fighting for each other” Waverly and Nicole aren’t going to be happy 24/7. But as Emily says. You have to believe that even when they’re fighting they’re fighting for each other.

Okay so guys I want you to promise me something. This has been a life lesson for me. If you never give up on the thing you want the most in your life, sometime, you will get it. No matter how long it will take for it to happen, if you never give up, it will happen. I met so many incredible people who hadn’t even been noticed by Taylor, yet, there they were, drying their tears with sons of happiness. This will happen to you, YES YOU. Just promise me that you will never give up

Tips to Write Smut (aka sex)

Again, I posted something like this a while ago on my band blog - where I do actively write smut - but this one is new and revised! Please note: this only covers heterosexual smut, I’m sorry.

So for the (non-slash) fanfiction writers out there, here’s some more tips: (actually, some of these will work for slash as well)

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What Our Dead Teach (p1)

(Alpha!Derek, werefox!Stiles, canon violence, mild gore, spoopy stuff, some pack angst, some post nogitsune and other stuff angst, anchors.)


This shouldn’t have happened.

His nail breaks when he sinks his fingers into the earth like claws, and pulls himself forward as far as he can. There’s no point in holding in the loud hiss of pain that leaves him, or the long, drawn out groan as he drags himself across the ground at a snail’s pace. He’s been in the woods since nightfall, and by the look of the sky right now, Stiles would say it’s just about time to get up and go to school. For normal teenagers, anyway.

In times like this, he misses being one of those teens. To get up, eat a Pop-Tart, find that missing sock, run out the door with a quick hello-goodbye to his dad coming home, and off to school in his Jeep. Totally average high school student stuff sounds marginally better than crawling around in the dirt, bleeding, bruised, there’s definitely some snot and tear action going on here, maybe some broken bones, too.

Stiles drags himself forward another inch, and tries to remind himself that this isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to him. It’s not, there are worse things. He just can’t… think of any of them right now.

“Really fucking helpful, brain.”

His brain reminds him that talking to himself isn’t a good sign. It also comes up with a worse thing: Gerard. Murdered friends. Nogitsune.

“Good one,” he mutters to himself, reaching out with his now-bleeding hand and fastening his fingers around a tree root. It provides him with much better leverage than the stupid dirt, and Stiles manages to actually pull himself into a half-reclining position. It’s not ideal, but it will do.

It’s almost light enough to see the body he left behind in the clearing by the time he realizes he’s been leaning against a tree doing nothing for at least twenty minutes. Swearing under his breath, Stiles sticks his—Ow ripped off finger nail shit—hand into his pocket to pull out the small vial he shoved in there before leaving the house. Inside, the thick, ink-like substance seems to shudder and look at him as he swirls the stuff in front of his face. He grimaces at the smell when he pulls the top off, and tries not to think too hard about where it came from. This is not what he wanted, not the way things were supposed to go. No one’s supposed to do this, and for, like, twenty different really good reasons.

But, Stiles can see the body through the trees.

He can see a leg twitching.

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If any of you think it is okay to send a member hate then unfollow me now. Are you serious? You guys are bringing up a run episode that happened a while ago and Jin called Jimin a pig during A DISS GAME. NOT TO MENTION, HE APOLOGIZED RIGHT AFTER because he felt bad even if he only said it joking around. Seokjin is NOT fatphobic. He meant NO harm. And I can’t believe some of you are being so cruel and childish about this. BTS members are friends and they say things to each other sometimes that maybe we won’t understand but they know they’re joking around. They’ve known each other for almost TEN YEARS. Jimin LAUGHED when Jin said it. If Jin meant it, Jimin would be hurt. But he did not. Also, Jin is the one who was worried for Jimin and told him to eat when he was starving himself. Jin was there for him. Jin loves his members and he loves ARMY and he’s always trying to make everyone happy and he makes little hearts for us and he is always smiling and trying his very best and he basically gets shit on in return. I’m sick of it. I’m so sick and tired of it. This issue isn’t even about Jimin. It’s Jin. You want any excuse to hate on Jin. Knock it off. And get out of the fanbase. We don’t need people like you here and you’re not a real fan anyway. I am seeing Seokjin getting death threats over this. I’m sick to my stomach.

Steve Harrington Headcanons: protectiveness - angsty version

Request: protective steve headcanons? if you want something specific, maybe his s/o having a secret admirer or something similar?

Okay, warning: it’s pretty angsty at first but ends well, I think.

  • It was a good damn thing you loved him bc Steve could be so annoying when it came to his jealousy
    • Yes sometimes it could be sweet
    • Other times hot
  • But it was almost as if he was constantly expecting something bad to happen - usually involving you and other guys
  • So he put up walls
    • A lot
  • And sulked
    • A lot
  • And pissed you off
    • A lot
  • Until one day you were so close to smacking his pouting face that you just exploded
    • “for fuck’s sake, Steve!”
      • To say he looked shocked was an understatement
    • “if you’re going to get jealous every time a guy speaks to me at least do something about it!  It’s not my job to constantly reassure you that I want you and not them!  Do you know how exhausting it is to have a boyfriend who will just suddenly close up all the fucking time and then you’ve got to spend ages just repeating the same shit?  It’s sucking the life out of me, Steve!  I can’t do this anymore!  I…”
      • He looked devastated and you realised how he’d taken it
    • “no, no, god; I’m not breaking up with you I just…  I wish you’d channel your jealousy in a different way - just come to me instead of running away.  I want you, Steve, nobody else - the only one unconvinced right now is you!  Maybe if you start showing that you give a shit instead of running off then other guys would back off.  And maybe, I don’t know maybe you’d feel better. I know I certainly would”
  • After that it was like a switch flipped in him
    • He’d realised what he’d been forcing onto your shoulders by panicking and locking you out
  • So his insecure jealousy became protective, almost possessive, jealousy
  • And honestly?  You thought it was hot as fuck
    • He used to walk off and brood when he saw a guy flirt with you
      • Now he walks up to you and wraps his arms around you, often initiating a kiss right there in front of whoever it was 
      • It was clearly him marking his territory - and you were all for it. Especially since it seemed to help Steve as well as you
      • You no longer had the exhausting task of having to chase after a brooding Steve and he became more secure in your feelings for him
  • Because no matter where you were or who you were talking to, you always reciprocated his touches
    • Arms around you from behind?  Put your hands over his
    • Quick kiss on the forehead/cheek?  Reach for his hand and hold it, dropping a quick kiss on the back of it
    • Full-blown kiss in front of a persistent admirer of yours?  Of course you kiss back (as if you could ever turn him down)

This actually became way more angsty that I originally intended, oops.  I actually had a vision in my head of some super fluffy shit but then it became a vent post.  Sorry.  My last boyfriend was the insecure jealous type and my god was it exhausting having to tell him every day that no I didn’t want to date that guy who loaned me his pencil I don’t even know his name I spoke to him for two seconds jesus christ.

Oml sorry guys guess I’m still low-key dealing with it, it honestly felt like the life was being sucked out of me.  But there was no way I could let Steve’s relationship end the way mine did so I tried to turn it positive.

I’d like to apologise deeply to the anon who asked for protective Steve and got lumped with this shit instead; I’m going to write a fluffy version of this headcanon I promise!

I wanna do more headcanons - send me some pls.  I promise they won’t be this angsty (unless you ask for them to be).

live blogging my reaction to everything that happens


•she has his jacket awh
•fuck you possums
•dead bodies hanging from a tree aight coo
•tiny alligator WAA.
•mountain of tiny alligators WAA.
•"old and grey like you" savage
•they killed her omg that’s dark
•damn commercials.
•young moon looks so much like star omg
•they’re so young and cute awh
•if i had just awoken after 300 years i, too, would immediately want candy
•apology meat pt. 2
•damn commercials.
•taco delivery bird.
•ludo’s reaction to the wand hand is how i handle every situation ever
•"so this is probably not one of my favorite things that’s happened to me" lol me
•"i hurt in places i didn’t know i had"
•glossaryk trying to roast the pudding but it keeps melting off is an excellent metaphor for my life
•he finally cooked it
•i get ludo’s supposed to be evil and all but sometimes i feel bad for the guy.
•damn commercials.
•ew back hair.
•for a second there i thought River missed his wife and then he goes and throws a party
•make that two parties
•river, stop being a dumbass.
•okay now he misses her.
•high key feel bad for the monster for walking all that way for nothing.
•damn commercials.
•shit this things 2 hours long.
•"ima snek" “lol fuk u snek”
•star you can’t just NOT HAVE A PLAN
•damn commercials.
•anyone notice the flags on the castle resemble toffees hand with the missing finger??
•marco, now is always the time for butter.
•ruberiot is my two favorite things. patrick stump. and svtfoe.
•the mime is an artistic genius.
•ruberiots voice is sex.
•*casually scratches armpit with foot*
•damn commercials.
•star possumfly
•stars voice coming out of ludo’s body is uncomfortabl
•damn commercials.
•"she’s gone" SHE CANT BE GONE
•moons eyes welling up with tears made my eyes well up with tears
•just kiss already jfc
•oh it’s over okay.
•i like the old ending theme song better.

anonymous asked:

Reaction To Having A Short Mc? Like 4.9?

Hi! I’ll do the RFA + Saeran, if you’d like me to do any others, let me know ;)


  • Seven would tease MC for their height all the time, in any and every situation
    • “Whoops, didn’t see you there shortie!” is said pretty much all the time
  • Teasing aside, he’d actually think their height was pretty cute
  • Uses MC like a shoulder rest all the time 
  • Purposely puts things on high shelves so he can watch MC try to reach them
  • Loves kissing MC’s forehead
  • Piggy back rides to help MC reach high things happen, always
    • Even without needing to reach something up high, piggy back rides are an absolute must
  • Would love it if MC sat in his lap when watching TV/playing video games, not only can he be close to them but he can also see right over their head


  • Fusses over how small and cute they are all the time, he can’t help it, he genuinely adores them so much
    • He’d do his best to stop doing it so much if it bothered MC, but otherwise he’d do it often
  • Prefers shorter heights, so having a short MC would be perfect in his opinion
  • Helps them get things whenever they can’t, and is super sweet about it too
  • Loves picking MC up, it makes him feel strong and a little like a prince
  • Plays with MC’s hair all the time
    • Whether it’s braiding it, fluffing it, or just stroking it, he’d do it so much because it’s often right in front of/below him
  • Willing to fight anyone who makes fun of MC’s height


  • Zen already saw MC as cute, so with a small height he would melt every time he saw MC
  • He thinks it’s adorable how his s/o always tries to keep up with his pace (because he takes longer steps)
  • Loves watching MC trying to reach for high stuff, then giving up and asking him for help
    • MC: *trying to reach a bowl for eating cereal from a shelf they can’t reach* “Dammit… Zen?”
    • “Yes, MC?”- Zen while entering the kitchen
    • “C-can you help me get a bowl please?”
    • Zen suddenly has this huge and dorky smile, nods, and goes to help MC
  • Doesn’t tease MC for their height, knows that some people are sensitive about physical characteristics and would respect MC


  • Doesn’t pay too much attention to the fact that MC is short, unless they mention it
    • Though she’s secretly really proud that she’s taller
  • Always helps them reach high things, even if they don’t ask for it
    • She’d just see them reaching for something on their tip toes and would instantly offer to help
  • Any time someone teased them, she’d defend them immediately without a second thought
  • So many cuddles!
    • She’d prefer being the big spoon most of the time, but wouldn’t mind being the small spoon (and would find it so cute when MC tried to hug her with their height)
  • Bending down to kiss MC is honestly one of her favorite things ever, especially when MC goes on their tiptoes to meet her halfway
  • They try to make sure to accommodate to their respective heights as much as possible wherever they live


  • To be honest, he wouldn’t even notice MC’s height, he sees it like a normal thing
  • One thing he really noticed: they had the perfect size for CUDDLING!!!
    • Every time they napped together (because he respects the rule of not sleeping with MC before marriage), he would hug them from behind
    • MC can make themselves a tiny ball and fit perfectly with Jumin
  • Because Jumin is sometimes unaware of things, he occasionally doesn’t notice MC is close to him when they walk together
    • Poor guy feels guilty (he doesn’t show it though) when he calls them to see where they are and finds out they’ve been by his side or behind all the time, apologizes immediately
    • MC just laughs and tell him it’s okay, it was something that happened to them often


  • He’s just, the sweetest about it. He’s always willing to help MC reach something if they need help
  • He won’t start a fight defending MC’s height. He will, however, give them the most disappointed look. No one has been able to defend against the Disappointed Frown™
  • Adores MC regardless of their height, always willing to help out if they ever need to reach something


  • Doesn’t actually notice MC’s height too much
  • He never helps MC get anything down, but slowly all of the upper shelves are emptied
    • Refuses to admit he is doing it to be helpful, he just says he’s sick of hearing MC complain
  • Never would say it, but loves MC’s height with all his heart and would instantly fight anyone who made 

-Mods Rosung and Saemoni


Summary: You’ve got some big news for Tony, and you’re nervous as hell about it.

Word Count: 1,874

Warnings: minor language? overused plots?

A/N: So sometimes things come to mind and instead of working on things I should be working on (like actual requests) things like this happen. Relax about it! (jk I love you guys and I know, this is so overdone but I just love Tony, okay?) Actually no, @sleepingdream1998 asked for more Tony, so that’s what inspired this. This counts as a request fulfillment according to me. Overruled. But for those other requests: yes, I’m working on them, yes, I have ideas, but lately I have been a writing struggle train. Sorry. They are coming. Not my gif. 

“Stop staring at it.”

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My hero

I wrote a short BNHA fanfic you guys
And it’s my first fic too! English is not my first language, so I’m really sorry if I made some grammar mistakes. I’m actually quite nervous to post this (๑•́ㅿ•̀๑).

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Shouto Todoroki (Tododeku)

Summary: Midoriya and Todoroki find themselves unable to sleep after the confrontation with Stain. When Todoroki breaks down crying after everything that’s been happening lately, Midoriya tries to comfort him.

Word count: 1055

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guardianaelita  asked:

Here's a sweet one if you're interested! I'd like a scenario where the Phantom Thief guys plus Goro and Mishima are with an S/O who fosters kittens or puppies in their home and how they might take care of the kittens or puppies with S/O. Thank you so much and the gifs add a nice touch for visualization so thank you for that too!

Oh god this is adorable. ;A; Thank you so much for sending this!! And I’m glad you like the GIFs and that they help! ^^ I only did the main boys because it was getting too long, but I’ll be glad to add the other two if there’s enough interest! Enjoy!


Akira was well aware that S/O fostered kittens, as evidenced by the fact that they constantly fretted over finding good homes for them; however, he had never actually seen the kittens himself.

Akira would offer his aid to S/O if he noticed them stressing out, but they would decline, saying that they didn’t want to impose. He could only remain uninvolved for so long, though; once he witnessed S/O nearly faint from endlessly researching and tending to the kittens, he decided to covertly assist them. With his plethora of connections, Akira was easily able to find loving homes for the kittens, much to S/O’s astonishment.

“Akira, so many people just came by today and requested to adopt a kitten. You’re lucky that you visited now rather than sooner,” S/O stated, closing the front door to their apartment behind their raven-haired boyfriend.

“That’s amazing, babe. I’m happy for you,” Akira said placidly, wearing a fond smile on his face. Internally, a pang of guilt tinged his heart; S/O had worked so strenuously, and although he had interfered with good intentions, Akira involuntarily doubted his actions. After all… the last time he involved himself with another’s affairs was the moment of his arrest.

Akira certainly didn’t desire to withhold anything from S/O, so he inhaled deeply before confessing, “Babe… there’s something I have to tell you-”

“You’re behind it, aren’t you?” they interrupted. Akira attempted to avert his onyx gaze, but S/O ceased his movement by delicately grasping his chin and swiftly pecking him on the lips. “I’m not mad. You wouldn’t have done it if you weren’t worried, so I’m sorry for that. It felt wrong to ask since you already do so much… but thank you. Just give me a warning next time, okay?”

Akira nodded, and a wave of relief surged through his formerly tensed nerves. “Thank you for understanding, and I’m sorry for not telling you. I’ll leave you a calling card next time,” he teased.

“You’re a terrible thief. If your target’s expecting it, how can you steal anything?” S/O jested.

“Arsène managed just fine,” Akira remarked, snaking his arms around S/O’s waist and kissing them atop their head.

S/O sighed. “He’s a bad influence… come on, let me show you the kittens.”

Guiding him by the hand, S/O led Akira to the room that the small creatures were inhabiting, and the instant he stepped through the doorway, various kittens gathered around his ankles and rubbed their cheeks on him.

“Th-that was fast,” S/O mumbled, baffled by the kittens’ sudden affection. They steered their stare toward Akira. “Are you a cat whisperer?”

His expression was neutral as his inky eyes met S/O’s. “Meow?”

“Oh no, the cat’s out of the bag now,” they snickered. “Still, they seem to really like you.”

The symphony of purrs confirmed their observation, and Akira crouched down to stroke the kittens’ cheeks. “Maybe I could come here to help you out every so often.”

“That would be purr-fect,” S/O replied playfully.

Akira considered proposing since he was already crouching down… but he had arranged future plans for that. Meanwhile, he aided S/O by advertising through his network of resources; in addition, he’d drop by S/O’s apartment with supplies or treats for the kittens. They absolutely adored him, and the feeling was mutual; dejection overcame him whenever one of them was adopted, yet he was exuberant by the prospect of S/O fostering more kittens. Spending time surrounding by kittens and a loved one; what more could one ask for?


Although they had been dating for a couple of years, S/O was always unusually reluctant regarding the matter of allowing Ryuji to visit their home, so he was quite astonished when they invited him over one day.

“I… need your help right now-”

“I’m on my way,” Ryuji replied without hesitation, then he immediately departed for the address S/O sent him. He didn’t want to assume anything; however, he couldn’t dispel his concern over the possibility that S/O was in danger.

When he arrived at the designated location, they were anxiously waiting outside, and Ryuji darted toward them. “Babe! You okay? What’s wrong?”

“My puppy keeps running away, and I’m not fast enough to catch her. I’m sorry to ask, but can you help me?” S/O implored, a hint of guilt in their voice.

Ryuji swiftly pecked their forehead and proclaimed, “Don’t worry; I got this.” He certainly held true to that promise, and S/O spectated in awe as he easily outran the energetic puppy. He returned to S/O while cradling the enthusiastic creature in his strong, chiseled arms. They briefly longed to switch places with the puppy.

“C’mon, if you’re done checkin’ me out, let’s get her inside.” Ryuji’s playful voice snapped S/O out of their reverie, and a scarlet blush dusted their cheeks as they narrowed their eyes at their boyfriend, whose lips were curled into a smirk.

“D-don’t give me that face, I was looking at her,” S/O denied, gesturing toward the panting pup.

“Uh huh.” S/O’s head was spinning from the teasing tone in his voice, and as much as they wanted to wipe that pompous leer off his face, they instead pivoted around and beckoned Ryuji to follow them.

“Y-you’re lucky I love you so much. Come on, let’s go.” The couple strolled to the front door and S/O hesitated before opening it. “You should go first. Just in case, you know?”

“Yeah, good idea.” Ryuji’s voice was laden with mischief as he said, “That way you can get a nice view of the back.”

S/O was about to retort when he slipped through the door. They hastily followed suit and shut the door behind them, subsequently sliding off their shoes along with Ryuji. S/O waited in anticipation. 3… 2… 1…

As S/O expected, a flock of puppies bounded toward the duo, most of them tackling and sniffing Ryuji with curiosity.

“W-whoa! What the hell?!” Ryuji’s bottom collided with the floor and he became enveloped by the swarm. “Hey! C-cut that out, that tickles… S/O, help!”

S/O spitefully snickered. “Hang on, I’m not done ‘checking you out’ yet.”

“Y-you’re gonna pay for this, dammit,” Ryuji stuttered, too exasperated to maintain the steadiness in his voice.

S/O sighed and promptly clapped their hands together. “Okay guys, that’s enough. Sit!” Most of the puppies obeyed, and S/O assisted Ryuji with uplifting himself.

“Thank you for helping me,” S/O said, now sitting across from Ryuji at the dining table with their fingers interlocked.

“It’s no problem, babe. But does this sorta thing happen often?”

S/O nodded, with dejection as clear as crystal etched onto their face. “There’s so many of them, so some manage to escape. I’ve tried putting up a gate, but they either force their way through of jump over it. Sometimes it takes an hour to corral them back inside.”

Ryuji’s gaze flitted to the pups that were surrounding him. “Hm… would it be okay if I helped?”

S/O’s eyes gleamed with joy. “Of course! They seem to have taken a liking to you. That’s only natural, though, since you’re the best, most amazing person ever.”

Ryuji blushed and averted his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I already said I’d help ya.” 

From that day forward, he frequently visited S/O to assist them with retrieving escaped puppies, but eventually he moved in with them and raised puppies alongside them. The duo was disheartened to see the puppies go, but they ensured that they were going to loving homes, and they continued to foster puppies together for years to come.


“Oh dear.”

A plethora of exuberant puppies dashed toward Yusuke and began leaping on his lithe, onyx-covered legs. He was quite perplexed, as he had no dealings with animals before; Madarame had strictly prohibited the ownership of pets, and Yusuke lacked the proper funding to tend to himself, let alone a pet.

He directed his bewildered gaze toward S/O, who merely responded with an apologetic smile. “They’re not exactly trained yet, but they’re harmless.”

The redundant pitter-patter of nails on the wooden floor in addition to the tugging of his pants was enough to dangle Yusuke on the brink of insanity. 

“I command you to sit,” he ordered firmly, eyes narrowing at the rambunctious creatures, and to S/O’s astonishment, the puppies obeyed. 

“Yusuke… how did you do that? I’ve been trying for weeks now.”

“I-I’m not quite sure myself… perhaps they are eager to model for me?” A glint had manifested in Yusuke’s silver eyes, and he elevated one of his hands to clasp his chin while the other cradled his elbow. 

S/O knew that inquisitive pose, and wheels suddenly spurred to life in their mind as they proclaimed, “Hey, do you think you’d be interested in helping me out?”

Yusuke slowly dropped his arms to his side and flashed a questioningly look at S/O. “My dear, why would you ask such a thing? I would be honored to assist you with anything.” He paused to survey S/O’s unsure expression. “Perhaps you would like me to train them? I am uncertain as to whether my aid would prove to be beneficial, but… if I’m by your side, then I am far more confident in my abilities.”

A faint blush tinted S/O’s cheeks; they could never comprehend how he managed to say such things with a straight face. Regardless, they strolled past the obedient puppies and perched themself on their toes to peck Yusuke on the cheek. “That would be very helpful. Thank you.” 

S/O was about to rock back on their heels until Yusuke slithered his arms around their waist and tweaked them closer. He delicately clutched their chin with his pale, cold fingers and fixed his stare on their lips. “You missed,” the artist breathed, barely brushing S/O’s lower lip with his thumb.

An abrupt sneeze startled the couple and shattered any romance that was wafting in the air of S/O’s home. The couple simultaneously whipped their heads to the source of the sound, and they noticed a line of docile puppies wagging their tails, patiently awaiting another order.

The duo untangled themselves and flushed scarlet, avoiding the eyes of the other.

“P-pardon me, I failed to recall that there was an audience,” Yusuke stuttered, bashfully peeking at S/O’s flustered form.

“N-no, it’s okay. Um, l-let’s get to work.”

Yusuke’s adeptness with training the puppies never ceased to impress S/O. Occasionally, he would instruct the creatures to sit or lie down for the purpose of sketching them, and he grew increasingly more fond of them every time he visited. 

The feeling was mutual; whenever Yusuke accompanied S/O in their residence, the puppies would sit at attention, awaiting an order to approach him. Sometimes he would tease them and force them to wait; they always wiggled and fidgeted with impatience, and it was by far the most endearing thing about them. 

Even as puppies came and went, their boundless affection always remained, and Yusuke was grateful fr the opportunity to fulfill his once-forgotten childhood dream of owning a pet, albeit temporarily.

Why I Started Sugaring

I have a pretty unconventional reason as to why I started sugaring and why I still love it to this day. 

I was in a few year relationship that was wonderful. We had a healthy life together and eventually decided to move in together. I don’t know what triggered it, but upon moving in he became insanely jealous. Making mean comments about my clothing choices and asking why dinner with my girls took so long. About a month later we were on vacation in my hometown and he grew jealous of my male friend since childhood. He put his hands on me that night and I told him the next day it was over and I would never be with him again. I didn’t know why his personality changed so sharply, but I gave him leeway in moving out of our apartment because I loved him. After a couple weeks, I started asking when he was leaving more often. He started getting angry and violent. We slept in different bedrooms. I started making plans to leave because I just wanted out of everything, even though I had paid the deposit and the first two months rent. Then one day, he held me down and raped me.

It took a while for me to really call it what it was. I blamed myself for putting myself in that situation in the first place. I never told anyone, not even my therapist. I’m a naturally sexual person, young and attractive. I felt like my sexuality and womanhood was disgusting after that. I couldn’t imagine how I would feel trying to be intimate with a new partner I cared about. 

Meanwhile, I was closing in on graduating college. I had $9k in credit card debt and $6k in student loans and wasn’t where I wanted to be in my life. I ditched most of my friends in the aftermath of my relationship.

I am fortunate that the first man I met on SA was an experienced gentleman and knew how to treat me. I didn’t even have time to be nervous about our date because it was brief and last second as he was flying out that evening. I didn’t have time to be attacked by the initial sleaziness of that site. He gave me a cash gift for that first date and was very straightforward and honest. I still ask him for favors to this day.

Being in a sugar relationship gave me the power to take back my sexuality. It made me feel like it was my choice. I entered into each engagement without fear. I was always worried how I’d feel with my next boyfriend, if the first time I had sex after being raped would disgust me. It didn’t matter if that happened with these men, I could get up and leave any time.

My ex also owed me over $3k, which I will never get since I eventually had to file a restraining order. I felt stupid. I like to think I’m an independent smart woman, I would always be more than happy to go dutch or pick up the check because that was who I was. But that was just dumb. I never felt comfortable asking men for things, I always felt like I needed to prove myself. 

Sugaring taught me it was okay to expect more from men and ask for favors, that it didn’t take away from my strength as a woman. I’ve learned that usually men who care about you will acquiesce. I know some of you girls hustle and love to pull one over on stupid guys. And sometimes I feel like men deserve to be fucked over because of what happened to me. But luckily my SRs have been nourishing and have taught me so many empowering things about simply being who I am. 

I have traveled the country, gone to Europe twice with my SDs. I carry a nice purse and bought a new car. I paid off all of my debt before I graduated and have $5k in an emergency fund and $30k invested in investments. I’ve been sugaring for about a year and a half. 

But I’m not extravagant. I work an 8-5. I have normal friends and talk to my mom every day. My closet is not designer, I save most of my money. I have a few stories that still make me cringe because I wasn’t well versed in the sugar world at the beginning. 

I suppose what I want to say, is that I am not cynical nor outrageously pampered. I’m right in between. I love being a sugar babe, I love having someone spoil me since I’ve never been spoiled before. I genuinely appreciate the experiences I’ve been given. I’ve had four successfully SRs. I’m in one now. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that a good sugar relationship can be empowering in more ways than just financial.