this is literally what i sound like when i see an attractive male

You don’t own me

Originally posted by baekoneggyeolk-ed

Summary: Danger is alluring. Danger is fascinating. And he sure as hell was a dangerous man. But you were more then willing to give yourself to him. Even though you had vowed to never let any man have you.

Word count: 2575 // It feels good too write a little longer stories from time to time

Warnings: This one is pretty soft but I plan the whole program. Violence, blood, death so be prepared ;) Oh and I may add a little smut in the future :D

Author’s note: So this is the annouced criminal/mafia-ish au! Not sure how it turns out. I want it angsty tbh but you gonna find it out while reading ;)  Never wrote something like this, so I’m really nervous. Please enjoy! ♥

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You hiked the black lace-stockings over your knee and secured them with the strap. You eyed yourself in the mirror.

“This is beautiful! I gotta buy it!”, you annouced overly happy. The saleswoman nodded eagerly with a pleasent smile spread over her face.

“You look fabulous, darling! Do you want me to box it for you or will you just keep it on?”

“As much as I would love to wear it right now, I can’t. Please pack it in for me.” She nodded and left. You turned back to the mirror. It looked like it was tailored just for you like it was hugging your curves perfectly and underlining your feminine charms. You loved lingerie. It made you feel powerful. And you sure as hell needed that power because to work as an escort wasn’t always easy…

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Request: Could you do Wonho with 8 and 16 please?? Thank you, I love your writing so much!!

8) “Put your pants on.”

16) You and your bias fake a relationship to make your crush jealous

Member: Monsta X Wonho x Y/N x (ft. I.M.)

Type: Fluff/slight smut

“We have to be more convincing,” Hoseok whispered, walking with you in step. You rolled your eyes, scoffed, and continued down the sidewalk. Looking from side to side, you examined the windows of the shops around you, making sure to stop whenever something caught your eye. 

“What was that noise?” Hoseok gasped, grabbing onto your wrist to halt your forward motion. “Did you just laugh at me?”

“No,” you muttered, looking up at him lazily. “What I did was a sound of disgust, not joy.”

“Hey, this was your idea, punk!” he whined, smacking lightly at your arm. You giggled, falling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and ruffled your hair, pushing you back gently to stare into your eyes. “You see! This is a good start!”

You and Hoseok had made an arrangement, one you weren’t necessarily the most proud of. Ever since he had introduced you to Changkyun, you had completely melted into a person you didn’t even recognize as being yourself. You flirted, you laughed, and you batted your eyelashes. You had never been the one to obviously throw yourself at a man, but he was the exception. 

But he was so in his own world, he hardly even acknowledged your existence. 

That’s when you approached Hoseok, hoping your friendship would be enough of a reason for him to help you. Surely Changkyun was like any other red-blooded Korean male, and seeing you with someone else would drive him crazy. It would make him realize you weren’t paying as close attention to him anymore. 

It was an easy sell with Hoseok. You two had been inseparable most of the time anyhow, so why not pretend to be a couple? 

Hoseok tilted his head as he looked kindly upon your face. He ruffled your hair again before beginning back down the sidewalk, slowly making his way to the Starship building. 

“Yah, wait up!” you grumbled, shuffling behind him. “How are we not convincing now?”

Hoseok turned, lifting his brows. The ghost of a smile lingered on his lips. “How are we…how are we convincing? You don’t even let me hold your hand, Y/N!” 

“Fine,” you nodded, slipping your hand into his. You were shocked for a moment, allowing your palm to conform to his. Your fingers fit surprisingly well between each other. “Happy?”

“I was happy before you held my hand,” he chuckled, shaking his head and looking down at your now intertwined fingers. “But since I’ve made a mental checklist, I might as well go over it while we’re on the topic. We don’t cuddle, you don’t let me put my arm around you, we’ve never kissed-”

“Hoseok!” you gasped, coming to a quick stop. HIs arm was jerked backwards, nearly toppling over from your sudden halt. “You expect me to kiss you?”

“Heaven forbid!” he grinned. “It’s not like I have cooties, Y/N.”

“Do we really need to get that intimate though?” you sighed, continuing to walk again. 

He squeezed your hand, a large grin on his face. “Well, do you want him to think we’re together, or not?”

You groaned as Hoseok yanked open the door to the Starship building and motioned for you to enter. 

“What? What is wrong with me?” Hoseok laughed, trying to hide how offended he was. 

“I mean…it’s not like you’re a disgusting blob or anything,” you hummed. “I’ve just never thought about it.”

“I’m not asking you to think of me in that light,” he sighed. “I’m just telling you that if you want to catch his attention, you’ll have to be more convincing. We told all of the members we were dating and then literally nothing changed.” 

You followed Hoseok into the practice room, plopping onto one of the benches situated across from the mirrors. You traced his outline through your reflections, a small smile appearing as you did so. He definitely wasn’t hard to look at. To be honest, Hoseok was probably the best fake boyfriend someone could have. Incredibly attractive, caring, and always willing to take things to the next level.

“So what? Are we supposed to start making out all over the place?” you sighed, half joking as you looked up at Hoseok through your lashes. 

“Well that wouldn’t be the most terrible situation,” he chuckled with a wink. 

You groaned, reaching over to smack him as he stood before you. “What do you think will do it? How are we going to catch his attention?”

Hoseok let out a deep breath, beginning to pace before you. He looked pained before he spoke. “Changkyunnie is tough. It’s mostly because his thoughts are always hovering elsewhere. Unless he’s concentrated on music, there isn’t much concentration on anything else…

…but apparently you’re into that.”

“Apparently,” you groaned. “This isn’t helping.”

“I don’t know! First and foremost, we actually start acting like a couple. Starting now,” he nodded. 

“Now,” you nodded. “But we have to lay down some ground rules.”

“I hate rules,” Hoseok whined. You stood as well, now beginning your own pacing. 

“Kisses, but no make outs. Hand holding, but no butt grabs. Cuddling, but-”

“No sex, yeah yeah, all the tame stuff,” Hoseok sighed, rolling his eyes. “Should we practice the kiss thing now or wing it in front of the members?”

You spun around, eying him carefully. You searched his face, your own growing warm simply by looking at his expression. He bit his lip, lifting his brows as he waited patiently for your response. 

“Maybe we should get the first one out of the way now,” you whispered, averting your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at him. 

You looked back up just as Hoseok began to cross the small space between you, a smile tugging at one side of his mouth. He remained silent as he angled his head, lifting his hand up slowly to caress your chin. 

“Hoseok,” you hissed, turning your head so you wouldn’t have to look at him. He kept his fingers placed on your chin as he traced down your jaw before dropping his hand again. He dipped his own face, catching your lips as he straightened his back again. He shifted his feet to secure his stance, tugging at your belt loops to pull you in just a little bit closer. 

You were surprised at the force behind his kiss, his lips working overtime to say all of the things neither of you could. There was a want behind his motions that you had never recognized before. You were surprised at yourself as you reciprocated, your hands moving from your sides to slowly crawl up his chest, only halting once they were wrapped around the back of his neck. You played with the small hairs at his nape, eventually running your hands up to get a full grip of his longer layers on top. There were no reservations in either of your motions, moving independently of your thoughts. 

Hoseok groaned into your mouth as he pressed his palms into your lower back, your chests flat against each other. He bit at your lower lip, causing you to gasp at the foreign feeling. He chuckled just as his tongue slid into your mouth, still fighting for dominance he already had. 

“Hoseok,” you gasped, leaning back to catch your breath. He wasted no time planting his lips on your neck, biting and sucking down the tender flesh and causing you to whine. 

Your body had taken complete control, governing over your mind as your hands slid back down his chiseled chest and rested on top of his belt. You lifted up his shirt, feeling the soft skin and hard muscles hidden beneath the cotton and fingered the leather of his belt. 

He bit at your collar bone, taking in a sharp intake of breath as your nails trailed over the flesh of his lower stomach. You began to tug at his belt with more fervor than before, determined to spring it loose. 

“You said no sex,” he whispered, chuckling softly in your ear. 

“No, YOU said no sex,” you insisted, tugging at his belt and letting it fall to the floor. You unbuttoned his jeans, his Calvin Klein’s now visible. 

Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows before diving into your neck again, causing you to shiver. He took a few more steps forward, navigating your back to the mirrored wall. He lifted up your leg, grinding slowly into your jeans. So much for only pretending. 

“Um…Wonho hyung, put your pants on,” a timid voice stuttered near the door. You and Hoseok both looked up, a mix of fear and surprise on both of your faces. 

“Yah, Changkyun!” Hoseok gasped, dropping your leg. His fingers flew in an attempt at buttoning his pants. His cheeks were now painted a bright red as he stared at his younger member. You took a few cautious steps, pulling yourself from your friend and wincing. 

You were distraught for only a moment by Changkyun’s sudden appearance, but not for the reason you had expected. You were more upset by having to untangle yourself from Hoseok than how this all looked to the younger man. 

“I mean…I’ve seen you without your pants on, but some of the manager noonas might not be able to handle it. They already blush around you when you have clothes on,” Changkyun chuckled, entering the room and plopping on a bench. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before looking down at his mobile.  

Hoseok stumbled behind you, his chest close on your back and voice hot in your ear. He spoke low enough for only you to hear. “We’ve probably got him convinced now.”

You spun, looking over your shoulder at Changkyun to confirm that he was thoroughly lost in whatever was on his phone before you began to speak. 

“The problem is…I think you’ve got me convinced now too.”

Originally posted by wonhobe

anonymous asked:

Could you not say qu**r so often, please? Or at least tag it? Alternatives could be SGA or trans (depending on which part you're referring to) or LGBT? It's uncomfortable to quite a lot of people if it's used as an umbrella term too. Thank you

While I’m not interested in delving into that discourse on this blog…well, I guess it was gonna happen sooner or later. 

So just to be clear, before I say anything else, let me preface this post by saying that I’m going to state my position on this, but I will not admit any further discussion on the subject on this blog. You’re free to talk to me @talysalankil​ if you feel like having further discussion, but this blog isn’t the right place to do so. Also I’m going to use links from my personal blog because it’s just easier. But frankly if you want better sources on the subject, they’re out there.

Warning for massive wall of text. I tried to structure it, but there you go.

“Queer” has been reclaimed for decades. Many people who are much more knowledgeable than myself have pointed out that it’s been used at least as long as LGBT as an umbrella term (and that it was reclaimed before SGA was even invented), and it has the benefit of being inclusionary. The fact that is a historical slur cannot and should not be ignored, but the thing is, there is literally not a single word in use to refer to people who aren’t cis and straight that hasn’t been used as a slur at one point or another. Fuck’s sake, people still use “gay” today as a derogatory term, even when discussing things that have nothing to do with sexuality.

Meanwhile, SGA is an acronym that takes its root from conversion therapy (yes, really; SGA discoursers have claimed otherwise but survivors of conversion therapy attest to it), so I’m pretty sure it is equally trigger or even more triggering that queer to people.

SGL (same-gender loving) is a less historically charged acronym that I feel less strongly about for that reason, but it also comes from AAVE and I feel like there’s an element of cultural appropriation for me to use it as a white person, just like I wouldn’t use two-spirits because it’s a native american term. 

But that’s not my only issue with either acronym. See, the issue I have with SGA/SGL are multiple, and I’m going to put a cut here because this is getting out of hand:

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Utena has turned into a car.

I think it is incumbent on the viewer at this point to try to unravel both why this makes sense as a gesture and why it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Point 1: It’s a magical girl transformation sequence.  Ikuhara, having worked on Sailor Moon, knows all about this stuff.  The beats of a transformation sequence are as follows: upon activation of an arcane device, a girl loses all her clothes and emerges clad in fetish gear.  The ideal transformation sequence from a commercial perspective ends up with a girl wearing an outfit which appeals as much to young girls as it does to grown men.   As has previously been established, grown men like cars – but this car is hot pink, shaped like a uterus and is trying as hard as it can to be a horse.  Or two horses.   It is a “car” in the same sense that Sailor Moon is a “high school girl”.   It has been optimized to serve all of the needs of the academy at once.

Point 2:  What we are dramatizing here is the fact that despite her avowed wish to leave the academy Utena has still been socialized in patriarchy and therefore cannot fully transcend her status as a player of the academy’s game.   When she took Anthy’s hand and led her in the general direction of “out” she was still playing prince, saving the damsel in distress.  This gesture does not work because the academy owns it.   When she attempts it, she is revealed as what the academy forces her to be: an object.  An exciting, ambiguously-gendered object, admittedly, an object which is absolutely up to date and this year’s model, but an object that is nonetheless made to please a particular audience.  As long as Utena can still be the receptacle of male fantasy – as prince or princess – the story cannot work.

Point 3: Back in the old academy Anthy’s role in the final confrontation was to get stabbed a whole lot and lie in a coffin.   Of course, something important and transformative did take place there, and the gesture that changed the academy did come from Anthy in the end; but she didn’t look cool doing it.  Utena did all of the on-screen work.   If Anthy is retelling the story here she wants to emphasize that despite all of Utena’s princely self-sacrifice the most difficult thing anyone did in that room was reach out of that coffin.  She also wants to emphasize that she’s the top.

Akio killed himself earlier because he was unable to find his “key”.  He lost it when he realized that Anthy was, if not enjoying herself, at least tacitly “consenting” to what he had been doing to her, which was, as far as he was concerned, not nearly as hot as the whole drugged princess routine. Anthy, however, already has Utena’s key. Get it?  What we are emphasizing here, in case anyone got the wrong idea from the TV-mandated chasteness of the original series, is that queer desire is actually an integral part of the revolutionary moment.  Anthy is able to go through with this because she really, sincerely wants to fuck Utena’s brains out.

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First Kiss: Hansol


Anon: Can u write a first kiss with hansol ^^ I love your first kiss series

oH GOD, this is the last one of the series! I hope you like this. Only thing is I thought of the idea way too late, so this is more of an AU than realistic. You’ll see what I mean, his personality isn’t right here, but the idea is good. So if you want just imagine anther member instead! trust me im mad at myself but asidjn its too late now

Originally posted by suhyngho

he looks so hot here im crying my eyes out holy fuck ARMS

  • Okay so can I just start off by saying that I haven’t done Hansol any justice in writing this
  • He sounds like the opposite as he actually is imo, but I’d like to think this haEppEnEd let Me bE
  • So, background story
  • You and your ex broke up a few weeks ago, a messy and awful break up at that too
  • Honestly, you never thought you’d ever break up with him (your ex), and thought your relationship with solid and secure
  • Unfortunately you were very, very wrong after having caught him messaging another girl - his previous girlfriend - some promiscuous things if yA geT wHAt I meAn
  • You felt so betrayed and horrified to see him say things like that
  • He was usually so polite and sweet and maybe even innocent in a pure, but these texts and photos proved otherwise
  • When you confronted him about it, he got very angry and very rude very quickly, calling you a whole load of insults and names
  • You felt hurt for a couple weeks, isolating yourself from the rest of the world, as you watched how he updated his profile with new pictures, surrounded by girls
  • But that pain and sadness turned to anger and frustration
  • Not only at him, but yourself
  • How could you let yourself mope around like that, wasting days of your life over a guy who clearly never cared, and still doesn’t, about you?
  • Thankfully for you, you picked yourself up very quickly and put all your feelings for him behind you
  • That was until you spotted him at a friend’s party
  • The only thing you hated about your ex was that you shared the same group of friends, so you were bound to bump into him or see him again
  • Although he wasn’t close to the group anymore because of the break up, he was still invited to this party
  • And all your feelings came back
  • Suddenly you felt exposed and vulnerable standing on the other side of the dark, despite the vast number of people separating you two
  • He stared at you intensely, a playful and teasing look in his eyes, as if he was challenging you
  • The eyes that once made your heart flutter, now filled your heart with dread and anger
  • You refused to let yourself go and feel ashamed for doing the right thing months ago
  • As he stood there, surrounded my girls who flung themselves over him, you scan the room, anywhere but his eyes
  • A tall, dark figure in the corner of the room caught your eye
  • His hair was dyed blonde, his hoodie hugged his broad shoulders well
  • Dressed all in black, he seemed to just blend into the crowd
  • But to you, he was very striking
  • You watched as he laughed with his equally-as-attractive friends, brushing his hair to one side and his dimples subtly coming out
  • Quickly you averted your eyes, worried that someone would spot you watching him
  • The hours continued to fly by, your ex lingering about the room, occasionally smirking at you
  • The mysterious male from the corner, moving from his spot to the food to the centre of the room
  • You were sighing heavily, leaning against the wall now
  • This party had practically physically drained you, and your ex also being there really did not help
  • Suddenly, a strong arm slithered around your shoulders, pulling them into their chest
  • You jump suddenly, ready to turn round and basically kick this person to the ground
  • But then you feel air fan the back of your ear and a deep voice whisper~
  • “I don’t know who that guy is, but I don’t like the way he’s looking at you”
  • Your brows furrow, and you turn your face upwards towards the voice and the face that accompanied it
  • Looking down at you, a look of worry laced across his face, was the mysterious, blonde guy from the corner hours before
  • Up close, he looked even more beguiling, his facial features defined yet still soft
  • You stutter, looking urgently around the room, shocked by what was going on; you had no idea what was going on
  • The man frowns at you, briefly looking up in confusion and then back down at you
  • “Well, don’t be so thrilled about this then”, he sarcastically comments, a small smile playing on his lips
  • “I have no idea what you’re doing right now, why should I be thrilled?” You reply, your typical sarcastic self returning
  • He laughs airily, a beautiful laugh escaping his lips and you watch in admiration as he throws his head back and shuts his eyes
  • Leaning back down to you ear, he says~
  • “Feisty, exactly what I was expecting”
  • Before you even had a chance to reply, he continued~
  • “I’m assuming he’s the ex then? By the fact he’s fuming right now”
  • You raise an eyebrow in response, your eyes briefly looking up and around the room to see your ex standing on the other side of the room, a scowl on his face
  • You laugh, nodding at his question “yep, that’s the ex. Cheated. Lie. Didn’t care”
  • “Ooooh, that’s low”, he whistles lowly, wincing at the thought. “Well, do you want to play him up a bit?”
  • Confused at what he had in mind, you gestured for him to continue
  • “Well, what I had in mind was- oh wait. He’s coming. Okay, just play along, yeah? What your name again?”
  • “Uh, wh-what? Wait! Uh, Y/N! Yeah, Y/N…” You literally had no idea what was going on, but for some reason trusted this guy 
  • His arm moved from your shoulders to your waist, tightening it slightly and turning you to face him properly
  • He brushes your hair to one side, smiling at you warmly
  • “Hmm. Y/N. It suits you princess. I’m Hansol”
  • His voice was genuine and sweet, but unfortunately, you then heard the voice of your ex-boyfriend 
  • “Y/N? Didn’t think you’d be here. How are you? Who’s this?” The questions spill from his mouth and he doesn’t even give you a chance to reply
  • “Uh, well yeah we have the same friends…and this is Hansol”
  • “The boyfriend”, Hansol added simply, nodding at him as if it was a matter-of-fact
  • Your eyes widen suddenly and you look at Hansol, who just smiles at you, his eyes pleading for you to play along
  • “Moving on already Y/N? Well, I’m-”
  • “The ex, yeah I know”, Hansol interrupted him
  • His response was so blunt and so true, you would’ve laughed if you could
  • An awkward silence fell over the conservation, you avoiding the gaze of both men, a blush playing on your cheeks
  • “Well then, if you don’t mind”, Hansol sighed at your ex, hinting that he wanted him to go
  • “Right…okay? Bye Y/N, you call me when you want me back yeah?“ 
  • He winks at you before sauntering off and back to the group of girls who threw themselves back on him
  • You shut your eyes in frustration
  • He managed to make you so mad and angry with only a few words, weeks after you left him
  • Hansol’s hand rubbed your shoulder reassuringly, bringing you into a tight hug
  • “Hey, don’t let his words affect you. You’re going to be fine okay?” Hansol soothed, holding you quietly
  • You had only met this guy and yet he was already making you weak at the knees
  • Slowly, he pulled away, looking above your head at your ex who still looked pretty mad at him
  • “You want to make this” Hansol gestures between you two “more real?” He smirks at you, clearly a plan in mind
  • “Oh God, yes. What you did back there was actually so-!”
  • You were interjected by Hansol, who grazed his lips over yours, holding your face with both hands
  • You gasp, hands instinctively moving to place themselves on his lithe chest
  • Hansol takes the chance to press his lips to yours harder, his jaw moving to apply more pressure in the kiss
  • His lips were so warm and inviting, electrifying your entire body
  • It’d be a lie if you said you weren’t attracted to him; his direness and fearlessness was appealing
  • The kiss soon became fervent and frantic, his tongue reaching to graze your lips and entice you to open them
  • Willingly, you did so, inviting him to deepen the delectable kiss
  • Although the kiss wasn’t that extreme or fast, it left you burning and impassioned, when he pulled away and brought you to his chest again
  • You smiled delightfully, feeling hazy and addicted to this man after the intimate moment
  • “I don’t want to alarm you, but, your ex has just left. I think this plan may have worked”, Hansol crooned into your hair, giggling at what happened
  • Although you didn’t know, Hansol felt all giddy and excited inside
  • He had been admiring you all night, wondering what he had ever done to be at the same party as someone like you
  • “And, I hope I don’t sound like a creep for saying this, but I really like you, Y/N. I’m glad your ex-boyfriend gave me the perfect opportunity to talk to you”
  • You lean back, so your arms are still around Hansol, and laugh at what he had said
  • “Hansol, its fine. I’m glad you did come. I think I like you too”, you whisper, watching with anticipation as he grins and begins to close he gap between your lips 
  • “So princess, want to get out of here?”
  • Okay I hope you liked this yall 
  • The last of the series I CRY
  • NAH not all really lmao
  • Hopefully I ended this on a high and you liked this
  • I made this extra special since he’s my bias but then again he’s not appreciated so it won’t get much attention

First Kiss series

One Night - Warren x Reader SMUT SMUT SMUT

A/N: this just popped up into my head at the moment and I am not entirely sure if I should write more to this or not. Its unedited! This is super smutty and I don’t know if this is good since its like my first actual smut. It’s got like 1.6k words and is totally shit. Ummm let me know what you think!
Word count: 1.6k
Warning: cursing, smut obviously, unprotected sex.
Another night of partying was spent on you practically taking a few shots of cheap vodka that burnt all the way down and tasted like rubbing alcohol. Yet,somehow you’d find yourself sitting in the club and scoping out people you found attractive, male or female, because let’s face it everyone finds at least someone of the same gender attractive. Straight or not, you couldn’t deny that at one point every female pretended to be a lesbian for Ruby Rose. Simpler times.
You found yourself looking back at the bartender, giving her a small smile as she filled another shot glass for you and spoke up, “on the house”. She definitely wanted in your pants and if you got drunk enough,maybe you would. You smiled, lifting the small shot to your lips and let the fiery liquid make its way down your throat and it burning your nostrils. She smiled, her black hair pulled up in a right braid behind her and she was almost a “ plain Jane” to you. Kinda like Bella from twilight, maybe you’d find a… Your thoughts were almost halted by a half drunk blonde male wearing a black leather jacket, complete with the studs. That wasn’t what caught you off guard however. It was his huge magnificent white wings that were tucked by his sides as he drunken made his way near the bar. And god, you kinda got flustered as you averted yourself while he sat down in the empty stool next to you.
Being a non-mutant, you didn’t want to bombard him or make him feel like a freak but you did however catch when he ordered you one of those expensive fancy fruit drinks that somewhat sounded like “unicorn cloud” but you didn’t really know. The bartender snorted slightly but made the drink and slid it to you, it was kinda an awkward tension. She had been flirting shamelessly the whole night and now there was a giant man bird, who was very fucking attractive by the way, flirting with you or actually, bought you a drink. Not like you’d expect them to compete but you found yourself being drown in the more fancier drinks bombarded by the two. You couldn’t hold that much alcohol! “As much as I appreciate it, I’m more into having sex with males, don’t be offended, I just want to try new things” your voice finally sounded out, but it was a little slurred. Of course, offended, the bartender switched shifts to another woman. You hadn’t meant to hurt her.
After what seemed a long while, the blonde male beside you looked at you, licking across his plump lips with his tongue. “So, you wanna get out of here?” His accent filled the room, British, deep, husky. He was straight forward, but of course, Warren was, you just didn’t know that yet. Your cheeks got hot and you coughed before mustering a nod and a ‘yes’.
It wasn’t long until you found yourself being hoisted out of the club carefully, a short flight was taken and you were giving him directions to your place, and after a while, landed at the doorstep. “I’m Warren by the way” he mumbled, slurred as well. You barely heard him so you didn’t speak, just opened the door and was scooped up as he looked around and closed the door behind him by kicking his door back. He smirked down at you and pressed a hard, vodka tasting kiss to your lips. His green eyes were gleaming as you pointed to your bedroom. He walked - stumbled slightly - with you to the room before tossing you onto your bed.

The cold collision of the blankets to her back was enough to completely finish you off but you wouldn’t have it, that low cut dress in the back was a perfect little mistake and you didn’t want to seem weak just yet. Just by looks you thought he had great stamina. Your eyes glinted down at the boys mouth working between your legs as he shoved that skimpy little skirt up your hips and grazed his tongue over those pastel pink laced underwear, earning a groan to fall past your pink lips. Instantly, your hands tangled into the blonde mess of curls and you felt herself unravel so freaking easily, Warren’s wings were tucked around him, grazing your legs as he pushed those panties to the side. He didn’t even know your name and he was about to fuck you up.
He was obviously hard through his tight leather pants as you, a non mutant writhed and hissed at the contact of the cold air on your dripping wet core. He practically gasped at the sight, god it was so amazing! Warren dipped his head down again before pressing his tongue against her slit. She tasted great and soon enough, he was delving his tongue in and our of her, working his thumb on this beautiful strangers clit.
Meanwhile, you were looking down at him, a whimpering mess as you tugged softly on his full head of messy curls. Small begs and whines were calling out but Warren wouldn’t have it, you had to cum at least once before he got inside of that beautiful cunt. You watched as he pushed two digits inside to stretch you, scissoring and curling them simultaneously. It was enough to cause you to throw your head back and cry out, “god dammit, Warren!” Ironic much. That white hot coil between your legs was literally about to burst and warren just delved his face right back in, his nose brushing your clit in the process. You came undone at the sensation, your back arching and your hips raising from the bed as you shamelessly ground your hips into his face as you grunted and groaned, juices dripping down your thighs. Warren was quick to lick your mess up and popped his head up from your dripping core, your juices shining on his face as he smirked at your panting state.
He was very fast to situate his wings as he hovered over you, his jacket discarded and his chest showing, lined with scars as you wondered how they had gotten there, but that wasn’t your business was it? He chuckled, “like what you see,princess?” He hummed out slipping his leather pants off as he rid himself of his boxers. You tried to get a good look st why he had down in those pants but he was pressed against you now, talons hooked in your bed post to steady himself as he rubbed the head of his cock around you entrance before pressing his hips forward to mold his body against yours completely in one thrust. He was huge, stretching you further than any other one night stands had, and it burnt a little but to be honest about it all. He groaned loudly, tossing his head back as his Adams apple bobbed, a long strand of curse words falling from your lips next. You had gasped at his entrance of course, and was now clinging to his neck for dear life as he started a rough and steady rhythm of fucking in and out of you.
Warren watched your chest bounce with each collision of his hips to yours,and when he positioned himself and pistoned his hips deeper into you, you tightened your best against him, making him groan out loudly, the sound of your skin and both of your careless moans filling the room as he got as much pleasure as he could out of it. This boy could go for a while, and your legs were shaking, covered in a thin layer of sweat as both of your chest slid against each others easily. That’s when it happened, no warning, nothing. He came in hot spurts inside of you, and little to say, it would have a huge affect later on. Warren rode out his high, not really caring about yours, should he? No. You were just a one night stand would possibly force him to leave after you would call him a fucking freak the next morning. He pulled out and huffed, flopping down beside you as you made a “what the actual fuck” face.
Morning came and you were buried with his face in your chest, his blonde curls sprawling all over you and you blinked, sunlight in your face. Hungover,of course, but you did remember parts of what the blonde and you had done. He was half awake, you only knew this because he nipped at your breast before peeking up at you, grumbling a quick “morning” as he mentally prepared himself to be kicked out, but he wasn’t. Why would someone kick out someone as beautiful and magnificent as him, and after all, he didn’t spend a good amount of Money on you in the process to woo you! But, any male or female horny and needy enough would, right? You smiled, still a little agitated that you weren’t able to get off last night and you were possibly fertilized, you didn’t say anything other than “morning, my name’s (y/n) by the way” softly as you ran your fingers through his hair as you debated if you should go get an over the counter Plan B or not to be sure but damn, those little pills were expensive. Just one coated nearly $60 as you last recalled, but, yet again, you weren’t a baby killer, so you left it to fate, yet didn’t tell Warren you weren’t on birth control. Maybe, just maybe there wasn’t a tiny human growing inside of you…

On disliking Jieun

Okay so what the fuck I dislike Jieun and was glad to see her go (something I am somewhat guilty about) but I resent that there are some people attributing dislike of Jieun to being solely “about the yaoi shipz”. I dislike Jieun, and it’s not about “the yaoi shipz”.

When Jieun was first introduced I really liked her. I liked her up until the very first panels of chapter 17 when she was… frankly a complete condescending asshole. My dislike grew when she literally told Bum “You have legs don’t you? Walk home by yourself!” (even tho he’s visibly on crutches), and was cemented when Sangwoo observed that she was the sort of person who’s probably had everything because she’s pretty. When he said that, I realized how right that sounded. She seems exactly like the sort of person who’s never been stepped on precisely because she’s so pretty, and that’s turned around and made her consciously unpleasant to others because of a sense of superiority. She’s the East Asian version of Regina George. And I really disliked her for that. 

A part of me was crowing in joy when Bum stabbed her 12 fucking times. I’m not proud of that, but I would like to get it straight that it’s not because of the shipz? People who aren’t neurotypical OR conventionally attractive, like Bum, and like me, have gone through hell in school because of people like Jieun People like Jieun make fun of “that weird depressed (or insert other descriptor of mental illness here) boy/girl who’s always in awful baggy sweaters”. So yes, I disliked Jieun because it hit a little close to home. So yes, seeing the person she dissed snap and kill her was cathartic as fuck. Sue me.

I automatically like any female character that enters a story that’s been male-dominated up till then (again, fucking sue me), so it’s definitely disappointing that she’s the first real female character we’re introduced to and she’s so awful? Up till chapter 17 I was like YAS QUEEN and then she turned out to be a Korean Regina George.

Originally posted by mtv

a/n: because of this new song i’ve discovered today, i actually plotted this headcanon and wrote it out in three hours. i know, i know. yet another zombie apocalypse – i can’t help it!!!! but this is going to have a fluff twist to it, i hope. enjoy please?!

jikook; zombie apocalypse au + your world’s black and white until you meet your soulmate au. side taegi (only mentioned).

no warnings because it’s sort of fluffy, i think. 

  • Frankly speaking, Jimin’s forgotten about the fairytale dream everyone once had before the apocalypse hit. Right before the mutated genes started infesting everyone and turning them into the undead, everyone had been so fixated over finding the one.
  • •The idea’s nothing but a dumb one right now to Jimin but back then — it had been something beautiful to look forward to, to be able to meet your soulmate who’s going to actually bring colors to your life (literally in this case).
  • Then the apocalypse hit, and Jimin’s already black and white world got even duller.
  • The once beautiful dream left everyone’s mind, or at least for Jimin’s, because he’s not going stick around and picture the day he will finally meet his soulmate when he has other things to worry about constantly (to make sure every day isn’t his last, to make sure he has food, to make sure no one spots him because humans are actually starting to fight each other for ammunitions now).
  • The idea’s only put back to his mind when Jimin finally finds people he trusts enough to travel with — Yoongi and Taehyung who actually risked their lives to save a stranger like him the first time they met — Taehyung’s always the chatterbox, filling up silences in between them whenever they have to take long walks so to reach somewhere safe.
  • Taehyung speaks Yoongi’s soulmate (if Jimin’s surprised that Taehyung isn’t, he doesn’t show that he is).
  • Yoongi was halfway through the woods with Taehyung when he saw someone lying on the ground, dirty with mud and blood with his eyes slowly losing life due to the wound that’s bleeding profusely. Taehyung had approached the stranger then, already drawing a dagger out to put the other into peace and to prevent him from turning into a walker.
  • Yoongi hadn’t said anything then, but he stopped Taehyung, only because he wanted to be the one. It was only after a week that Yoongi admitted to Taehyung over his soulmate who he had met for less than fifteen minutes. The colors surfaced as quickly as they left with his soulmate’s last breath.
  • Jimin thinks his soulmate is dead already, by now.
  • He’s wrong.
  • Yoongi picked the lock of a cabin they had thought to be empty as they tried to hide away from walkers who were starting to follow them after Taehyung accidentally dropped the cans of food he found from the neighborhood in his latest supply run, the sounds attracting quite a number of them over. The instant Yoongi managed to open the door, all of them shoved themselves into the cabin, ready to sigh a loud breath out in relief until Taehyung hears the safety of a gun unclipped.
  • Yoongi’s fast to react, immediately whipping his own gun out to point at the stranger who’s literally glaring at them, letting them know that their presence’s more than just unappreciated. The tension lingers thickly in the air as Taehyung gulps visibly, knowing Yoongi’s definitely ready to shoot if any of them is in danger (so let alone now when Taehyung’s the one the gun’s pointed at) and remains oblivious to the way Jimin’s frame stiffen after a brief eye contact with the younger male.
  • “Don’t shoot, hyung. Lower your gun.” Jimin glances over and presses Yoongi’s gun down himself when the other doesn’t listen. “Hyung, don’t.”
  • “Jimin, what are you doing? He’s going to—”
  • “He’s not going to shoot.”
  • “How do you know?”
  • Jimin can’t find it within himself to answer, and simply glances back to the younger male who eventually lowers at his own gun just to look at his own hands as if in awe. Taehyung and Yoongi exchanged a confused look briefly, but Jimin understands. Of course he does.
  • He’s seeing colors.
  • “My name’s Jimin.” Jimin says quietly after a long while, and proceeded to step closer to the younger male despite Taehyung protesting. The other doesn’t seem like he’s going to raise his gun any time soon, he just seems… confused, really confused.
  • “This doesn’t mean anything.”
  • Jimin agrees, but he can’t say this isn’t the reason why he convinced Yoongi later to let a stranger who pointed a gun at them to follow them. They never allowed people to tag along with them anymore after almost losing their lives over people who ultimately only cared for their own survivals — but whoever this person is… he’s not just anybody.
  • He’s actually Jimin’s soulmate (god, just by registering that alone is so fucking weird).
  • Jimin doesn’t tell Taehyung and Yoongi anything about it, simply keeping that odd status a secret because they can’t even behave naturally around each other. Jimin’s pretty sure soulmates fall in love with each other immediately or something yet with his very own soulmate, everything’s pretty much the opposite. The only thing Jimin’s known so far about him even after spending weeks with him is his name. Jeon Jungkook.
  • It’s a weird thing knowing this is the person that’s actually meant for you when you barely even know him. What first seemed like a romantic idea before the apocalypse only becomes a bizarre one to him now as he cares for Jungkook’s wellbeing (because the colors have to say something) and yet he doesn’t even feel close to him.
  • But things just happen naturally (maybe this is why they are soulmates). It’s hard to not open up to someone who you’re slowly spending every day with, going through life or death situations and taking risks together. It does something, it does a lot. Not just to him, but Jungkook even smiles at Taehyung’s jokes now and shares little stories about him to Yoongi.
  • Now whenever they take a small break, Jungkook sits himself beside Jimin and that alone is strangely comforting enough. They just sit with their shoulders pressed together, fingers almost brushing. It’s not close enough for them to lace together, it’s too soon, but Jimin’s slowly forgetting since when the idea starts to be something he doesn’t feel so awkward over anymore.
  • But maybe here’s the thing why Jimin had been so hesitant to get close to Jungkook. Maybe he knows Jungkook’s supposed to mean something, and that maybe he knows he’s supposed to give a shit if anything’s going to happen. He’s afraid of losing, too afraid and the afternoon Jungkook actually got shot by a group of people who was trying to raid their food and weapons when he’s trying to protect Yoongi, everything hits.
  • He’s scared shitless just at the thought of losing Jungkook. Just a year simply isn’t enough — he’s not supposed to lose his soulmate just like that.
  • So he doesn’t abandon Jungkook even if the other’s almost too heavy for him to carry alongside with his other bags, and blinks back tears as he tries to think of ways to patch Jungkook’s wounds back and find Yoongi and Taehyung who were forced to take a different route with them when trying to escape the gun fire that got way too messy.
  • He’s going to survive, Jungkook’s not going to die on him — Jimin’s going to save him.
  • Jungkook’s consciousness is literally fading in and out by the time Jimin’s piggybacking him (more like just dragging him, because Jungkook’s boots are just scrapping on the ground) across a shallow river, and Jimin realizes — so are the colors he’s looking at. He’s almost losing Jungkook, and the colors are the first sign.
  • God, he’s scared.
  • Jungkook—”
  • “I know, me too.” Jungkook’s voice is rasp when he speaks, sounding breathless as he groans over the pain. “Guess my time’s up.”
  • “No.”
  • “Wouldn’t it be nice if we had met before all these shits happened? I could’ve asked you out for dinner, maybe even cooked for you. Could’ve bought you flowers, could’ve brought you to pretty places and knew you in a normal world without all these… fear and chaos. Fuck, Jimin. Things would’ve been so nice, wouldn’t it?” Jungkook croaks bitterly, and Jimin tries his hardest to not cry as he grits at his teeth. “I could’ve loved you properly.”
  • Jungkook’s not even able to answer him by the time Namjoon actually spots them, losing his consciousness entirely as Namjoon tries to convince Jimin that he’s not trying to hurt them, and that he’s just a recruiter who wants to take them back into a safe shelter. Jimin hadn’t thought of saying yes until Namjoon looked at Jungkook and said “We have medical supplies over there and a doctor, even. Your friend can be treated there.”
  • When Jungkook finally comes to two mornings later, Jimin almost shoved him back into a coma by nagging at his impulsiveness a week ago nonstop. Jungkook’s left confused about the sudden change of environment he’s in until Namjoon finally comes in explaining everything, pacifying Jimin who definitely has brightened up (despite the hostility he’s been hurling at Jungkook) before passing Jungkook a few stalks of flowers. Jungkook can’t believe he’s at a place that flowers get to be grown.
  • “We have to find Taehyung and Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook says the instant Namjoon leaves, looking at Jimin who catches his meaning immediately. “I know this place’s great but… I can’t stay here knowing they are out somewhere.”
  • “We’ll find them. Just rest more — Hoseok-hyung, I mean… the doctor said you still need a week or so before the wound fully wounds. We’ll leave then. We’ll find them, and we will bring them back here.”
  • “Guess our normal days will have to wait. How long more till I can finally bring you flowers myself?”
  • Jimin finally smiles then, pinching lightly at Jungkook’s arm as he feigns to be annoyed before he seems to slip into deep thoughts, pondering for a long while until Jungkook gathers enough strength to locate where Jimin’s hand is so he can give it a light, reassuring squeeze.
  • “I don’t need flowers… movie dates, fancy dinner or a normal life, Jungkook.” Jimin murmurs softly, and as their eyes meet again, he’s briefly reminded of how they looked at each other the first time. Right now, at this moment, it almost felt the first time when Jungkook had brought colors into his life. “Just this is perfect.”
  • Jimin laces their fingers together tightly, finally like how he always wanted to before kissing lightly on top of their hands.
  • “Yeah, this is perfect.”

anonymous asked:

thoughts on the new vid? i know you said it was boring in a tag, but anything worth analyzing?

hiiii!!! yes, it was definitely more on the boring side for me, both in terms of surface-level entertainment and grounds for deeper analysis. i think my biggest takeaways were a lot of lingering questions about why dnp are playing this game: why they (dan) chose it in the first place and why they’re choosing to continue it and why, at least from all appearances, they seem to be so excited/enthused about it. in my opinion this episode was sort of filler/transitional content that sets up a potentially interesting storyline in the future, so while there might not be a whole lot in this video itself to talk about, it does prompt some bigger questions.

one of the main messages i received (and just generally a popular idea i saw) after the previous installment of this series was that phil was “indulging” dan and his sense of humor when playing this game. in the first episode they made it sound like dan had found this game on his own time, played through the first episode alone, and then decided it’d be good dapg content. we then were led to believe we were seeing phil witnessing and reacting to the game for the first time live on camera. while this could be true, i don’t think it’s entirely accurate, especially after this video, to assume that phil is just letting dan have his fun with this series and kind of tolerating it in a bewildered/uncomfortable fashion. if anything he seemed more into it in this video than even dan was and i was a little surprised at the number of times he was giggling and voicing aloud his desire to find out what happens next. he got so into the voice acting, he was so amused by the weird ass situations that arose, and, dare i say, he’s so into yuuma lol. all the sort of subtle asides: clarifying that they’re dating this creature, thinking about his “meaty” legs and his “glistening” hair, at 15:04 when he says “would you let a horse do that to you if he had that face?” regarding the sexual chin tilt. like. phil is into this. as boring as it was overall, i’m pretty much okay watching anything that phil is excited by lol, especially if it involves him subtly complimenting the attractiveness of a definitively masculine being. 

that brings me to the bigger questions of why they want to be playing this. because… i’m calling bullshit on the idea that everyone was DEMANDING they do a second episode after their first one. if you go back to the comments on that vid,,, there are hardly any that are asking for them to continue the series. weirdly almost all of them are asking them to play some game called mystic messenger. and then there’s a fair few commenting horse puns bc,,, gotta love youtube comments. the rest are basically just people complimenting dan’s “softness” in his spirited away jumper. barely any were like YES PLS WE DEMAND THE NEXT EPISODE. and literally zero were like “omg this is so disturbing and horrifying what are you guys doing why are you like this i hate this i never want to see you play it ever again absolute filth,” in direct contradiction to dan’s claim that at least 50 percent of people were very negative about the game. dan claimed that people were very passionate (either in a positive or negative direction) rather than indifferent and that that’s why they are choosing to continue playing but,,,,,, i beg to differ based on what i saw in their comments. i suppose there’s a chance that feedback on some other medium they check (twitter, basically) was more compelling but,,,,, from yt comments alone, i’m not seeing that enthusiasm that dan described. 

so then, why are they continuing? i said in my post after episode #1 that it seems like they intentionally chose this game in spite (or maybe because) of the fact that it would force them to break down some of their own barriers. this is a game that requires them to talk about a sexualized/attractive male character. it forces them to read a sexual/flrity script to each other and role play as two characters falling in love. that’s like,,,, pretty wild. i firmly believe therefore that they’re playing this game and continuing it bc they want to be playing it and they want to be breaking these barriers on their own terms. they have full agency over what they play, so clearly their decision to continue this series even despite a lack of resoundingly positive feedback indicates that some aspect of it is important to them–and to me that aspect is pushing their own boundaries in how they interact with each other and the kind of content they put on dapg. this is further evidenced by, imo, the most interesting part of this video: the pretty positive inclusion and discussion of fan art of themselves as yuuma/susankun. this was ALSO wild to me,,, like. such progress from the tumblr tag in 2015 when they were viewing phan art and still seemed pretty uncomfortable about the whole thing. i related this progress back to dan’s tumblr/twitter likes recently, in which he’s shown his support for some blatant phan art (the one just today .. i think .. where he squishes his face up against phil’s, the piece that refers to him and phil as a power couple, the one of him gazing at phil beneath the new year’s eve fireworks, the one where he’s saying ‘it’s my turn to dazzle you’ or something like that at the boncas, the photo that fan took of him and phil at the boncas inside a heart, etc.) all of it seems to suggest they’ve reached a point where they just aren’t bothered anymore about the audience’s perception of them as romantically involved. while the phan art in this video was perhaps less blatantly romantic than these examples from dan’s likes, it was still a way for them to show to the very large mainstream audience of dapg (much larger than the audience of people who would consistently check dan’s twitter/tumblr likes) that they acknowledge and don’t mind at all that many people see them and interpret them as being romantically/sexually involved, and that they are even amused/impressed by the art that people are creating around that notion. that’s pretty dope. 

so overall,,,, not like the most groundbreaking video in and of itself, not my favorite at all and if this story doesn’t get more interesting anytime soon i’m going to be salty,,,, but STILL. there are so many larger things that this video and this series point to in terms of dnp’s shifting boundaries (especially phil’s!!!) and all of that is completely exciting to me. 

(my horse prince #2)

Neighbours | GOT 7 Gang au


Her story starts when she was at the checkout at her local’s super market on a rainy Thursday afternoon. It was dull outside and the rain was so heavy, it was bouncing off the roads up onto people’s ankles like someone was standing next to them deliberately stomping in a puddle next to them.

Rose, a 17-year-old orphan was having her ear chewed off by an old checkout lady who was rambling on about her fourth divorce. Rose wasn’t one for making conversation so she just smiled, frowned and nodded her head when really all she could think about is whether she should use the beef or chicken seasoning on her ramen noodles for dinner.

Rose’s family all died tragically in a house fire when she was 14, her house went up in flames with her family in it, Rose was on a school trip half way across the world when it happened.

Her parents were wealthy sales people whom had thankfully left Rose plenty of money to live off, along with a will stating that Rose was not to go to an orphanage but to be sent to her family’s holiday house to live.

Fortunately, her holiday house was close to where their original house was so Rose could still go to school and live somewhat close to where she used too. Keep in mind that this will was written for Rose and her 2 older brothers however they are now with their parents, who are up with the big man upstairs.

Rose, a sarcastic, witty, somewhat rude and brutally honest 17-year-old girl is now living in that holiday house, on her own. She bought herself a cat after her family passed away and named him Smithers and for her 17th birthday, decided to gift herself with a great dane puppy, his name ironically, is Tiny.

After finally getting away from the cashier, she begins to walk outside in the rain to her car. She doesn’t mind the rain so she casually walked to her car while everyone around her were running frantically trying to get out of the rain. Once she reaches her car, she puts the bags in the front seat and starts her car and begins to drive herself to the enormous, 7 bedroom, 13 bathroom mansion she now calls home.

As she pulls into her driveway she looks to the house beside hers that has been up for sale for some time now and notices a big truck and a bunch of shirtless guys outside moving boxes. They don’t notice her but she sure as hell noticed them, I mean, who wouldn’t, 7 or so shirtless, toned, hot as fuck humans of the male species in about their 20’s, sweating, moving boxes right next to her house.

All her life, Rose has loved a good flirt and has never ever in her lift, feared confronting boys. Regardless of the hot shirtless boys in the driveway next to hers, she was still going to go for her daily run and she is still going to do her stretches on her driveway beforehand.

She jumps out of her car with her bags of groceries in her hands and walks inside and puts them away and greets her animals before running up the stairs to her wardrobe room. What? She has 7 rooms in this house and one person, why not renovate one room into her wardrobe.

She goes over to her workout closes and changes into a black sports bra and black gym shorts with a Fluro yellow stripe down the side before putting her hair into high pony, letting little fly away’s frame her face and putting on her black pair of Nike roshe’s.

She gives herself a final check before looking outside the window noticing the guys were still out there standing talking, still shirtless. This is what she wears every day when she goes to run, it’s just a coincidence that there are hot guys watching.

She walks down the steps and grabs Tiny’s leash.

“TINY?” WANNA GO FOR A RUN WITH ME BABY?” she yells through the house as it echoes. She then begins to count;

“Three” she whispers


Before she could even hit one she hears frantic panting and then hears the sound of Tiny’s paws on the floor boards until he is sitting right in front of her with his head held high waiting for her to attach his leash to his colour.

She laughs as she clips it on and begins to walk him out the door, leaving her phone on the counter, as she’d prefer to listen to the crashing waves from the beach hear her house the music.

As she closes the door, she hears laughs coming from next door. She turns to lock the door but accidently let go of Tiny’s leash, setting him free.
“TINY” she yells as she watches him run, of course, to the guys next door.
“fucking dog” she mutters to herself before running after him.

Once she crosses over to their driveway she stops, seeing 6 boys crowded around her dog patting him and cooing whilst another is standing up on the platform of the truck screaming.

“AWH he’s adorable” one says


“Hyung, can we get one? PLEASE?”

“Bambam I’ve already got 6 dogs to take care of why would I want to get another?” the older one says

“because it’s cute then us” BamBam I’m assuming reply’s back as I laugh

“You make a fair point boy” he laughs as he continues to pat the dog.

She lowkey admires how they are acting around her dog because when most people see him, she back away or turn the other way, or, kinda like that one guy is now, jumps up on a truck away from him. She decides to speak up.

“Hey sorry I didn’t mean to let him go, sorry if he’s being a hassle or stopping you from moving your stuff” she speaks up from behind them. One by one they all turn and stare at the beauty before them. Rose laughed as they all stopped patting Tiny and now he’s looking at them for more attention.

With the guys still frozen she decides to call Tiny to come to her.

“Tiny, come here boy” she speaks loudly as the guy on the truck jumps down and questions her.

“Tiny? Dumb name, The dog is fucking huge” he exclaims earning a nudge from one of the guys. Rose smirks.

“Wish I could say the same about your biceps babe” she retorts earning snickers from the other 6 and a growl from Mr Negative.

“I’m Rose by the way” she says as she waves. the one who seems to looks as though he is in charge speaks up.

“I’m JB” he says with a smile, he looks next to him waiting for them to introduce themselves and surely enough, one speaks up.

“I’m in love” the younger boy next to him says before earning a smack over the head by JB.

“That’s BamBam, he’s a bit out of it at the moment” he awkwardly laughs and Rose just giggles. JB continues after noticing that none of the other guys are in any condition to introduce themselves.

“This is Mark” he says pointing to the guy at the very end of the line who looks up and waves as Rose waved back.

“Youngjae” he says pointing to the boy next to Mark, Rose Waves and he just blushes and looks away

“Jinyoung” he points to the boy next to himself, letting him wave before moving onto the 6 other boys on the other side of him

“You’ve met BamBam” he says before Rose waves at him before moving on.

“this is Jackson, you guys just met before” he says with a laugh and Jackson pouts but Rose smiles and waves, Jackson looks behind him before realising that Rose was waving at him before waving back with a goofy smile on his face”

“and at the end, that’s Yugyeom, he’s the youngest” Rose’s eye sight follows JBs arm before her eyes land on him.

now there is no doubt that they are all extremely attractive, but Yugyeom is the one that really catches her eye. He winks at her and she blushes, something she hasn’t done, ever when talking to a boy.

“Well it was nice to meet you all but I’m going to go for a run now” she says as she waves and begins to walk off. She hears goodbyes behind her and a wolf whistle, she turns back to see JB hitting Yugyeom over the head, she laughs and winks at her as he smiles and begins to wrestle JB.
“oh boy” she whispers to herself as she begins to run.

So I’ve been on this kick of watching really bad movies, so I thought, why not try to watch some klaroline scenes? It’d been so long, and girls are still so obsessed with it, that I wanted to check it out again and see if there was an appeal there that had gone unnoticed by me. After all, it couldn’t be as bad as I remember. I was right; It was worse.

The dialogue is downright godawful. I’ve never seen a romance spell out what it is as much as klaroline. Klaus’ character is verbally pitching the idea to us at every turn, literally listing off the reasons Caroline fits the role, “you’re beautiful, you’re strong, you’re full of light” And how exactly does he know any of this? Was this during the imaginary time he spent falling in love with her that the writers didn’t bother to show for…reasons? But I’ll get to that later. The writers, when it came to klaroline, didn’t believe in subtly one bit. “So you’ve never felt the attraction that comes when someone whose capable of doing terrible things for some reason cares only about you.” Holy shit, captain obvious is writing this story! Instead of showing us this angle, the writers take the lazy way out and have Klaus tell the audience that this is what the story is, because even the writers realize they’re failing. How bad can this get?

Worse apparently.

Let’s look at all the iconic romantic scenes they have. There’s him giving her his blood–after he bit her. There’s him saving her life–after he stabbed her and bit her on the neck and watched her slowly die. There’s that cringe inducing speech about the hummingbird that only shippers thought wasn’t hilarious. Oh and there’s their sex scene which was a quick hump against a tree that lacked any kind of romance. And here’s a glaring fact that’s always bothered me: Klaroline literally has no beginning. To this day I’m sure the writers have no idea when Klaus spontaneously fell for Caroline. Most love stories have a beginning and an end, and Klaroline only has an ending. 

I don’t even need to get into how gross and abusive the relationship is because the story speaks for itself, so I’ll get into the overall structure. The progression of the relationship was terrible. Nothing about it felt natural. One episode they’re screaming at each other (big shock), and then the next episode it’s like it never happened. Like the writers literally couldn’t remember where they had left off and were too lazy to go back and watch. And boy were their scenes ever repetitive. Flirt, rejection, fight, roll credits annnnd reuse. Every scene is Klaus rambling about himself and not giving a shit about what Caroline is into.

But let’s get to probably the worst part of this story: the character assassination. Caroline and Klaus were my favorite characters before their first big scene. You would think finding out your fave male and fave female were getting together would be awesome, but no, no, no. In order for Klaroline to happen, their characters had to be stripped of everything that made them worth watching. Caroline, who had finally come into her own and turned into a brave, strong woman, was now shrieking in every episode and obsessing over the men in her life (and her awesome relationship with Stefan vanished), and let’s not forget the prom dress scenario. What happened to a wounded Care telling Stefan, “I’m not girly little Caroline anymore.” And then there’s Klaus…dear God, Klaus. Remember the villain who showed up at the end of season 2, who had followers, who had Katherine running for hundreds of years? Wasn’t that fun? Instead let’s have him talk about hummingbirds, paint ponies and snowflakes, follow around a seventeen year old girl like a lost puppy dog, get outwitted by newbie vamps, and come across like a generally pathetic stalker who shows love by shoving a lamp in your gut. Now doesn’t that sound like a great character! I will say, these characters have made a recovery, but them being on separate shows had to happen in order to achieve this. Not a coincidence.

In short: Klaroline is insulting to my brain as a human being, adult, woman, and a writer. It’s the kind of storyline you expect a teenage girl to be writing in her notepad that never sees the light of day. I’m just sincerely relieved to know it’s dead.

Do You Sleep Anymore?

Summary: Phil has insomnia and Dan has bruises on his knuckles.
Word Count: 4916
Warnings: booty sex, punching walls, cussing
Title: Sleep - Citizen
A/N: ok I am working on a SHIT TON of fics rn ok so this one just happened to be finished first, as I was working on this one (or at least the idea) for like a couple months. Sorry I haven’t been able to write as much lately, I’m a bit overstressed due to school, and I literally have a month of school left before I’m graduating and I’m trying very hard to keep above a B in all of my classes so I graduate with an Academic Honors diploma! i hope you guys understand <3 But I would like to dedicate this to both wanksclifford, for helping me out with my ideas for this and telling me this was a good idea, as well as whalefairyfandom12 for keeping my ego up and being an all around wonderful person <3 I love you both and I hope you like this story haha!


There was a breeze wafting through Phil’s window that made him shiver, but he didn’t move to shut it despite the fact that his hands were quivering and his nose felt like ice. The joints of his fingers were sore from gripping the pen for hours on end, and his eyes were burning from the lack of sleep, but yet release refused to come. So he kept writing as if that would stop his thoughts enough to allow him to sink into darkness.

He was longing for it, the dreams, the darkness that came with sweet sleep, and yet it wouldn’t come. He was left with bruised eyes, pale skin, and mussed hair, receiving looks from strangers because he looked like an actual character from the Walking Dead, and that was apparently socially unacceptable. 

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On James and racism

Since the discussion has popped again, I thought maybe it is time to finally write this post that has been on my mind for a while. 

Do I think that James was the victim of fandom/media racism? Actually? Probably yes. 

Simply because that’s how it always is. It’s frequent. It’s how people are. It’s what people are like without meaning to. 

There was a post a while ago where somebody bragged about the amounts of fics for the various ships on AO3 per couple. AO3 lists the top 10 most popular relationships. You know what’s not on there? Any James pairing. 

This is not unusual. My experience with fandom is that black characters (though moreso male characters, I feel like the situation has slowly been getting better for female characters) tend to underperform. Maybe if people had sat down and written 2000 fics about the epic love of Kara and James then maybe James would still be the main love interest. 

Because that’s the thing there. This decision was made long before Karamel was even a thing. 

And that’s where things get tricky. 

There was a post a while ago where somebody praised James for defying the angry black man stereotype. My first gut reaction was to disagree. Because from my perspective, we have had nice, clean, non threatening black characters around since the 90s. [admittedly, they probably usually don’t get the girl] 

The reason why that is even a thing is in my opinion exactly prejudice. There is a prejudice against black men that they come off as angry/scary/aggressive for things that would bother people less if anybody else were doing it. 

That’s how you can have two white characters yelling at each other and people think it’s interesting or a cool scene, but if you make one character black, give him the exact same dialogue, suddenly the audience reaction is very different. And to me THAT is the idea that we should strive for. That black male characters don’t need to be more nice than everybody else. They need to be allowed to be just as nice or not-nice as everybody else. James or Morgan from Criminal Minds or Pete from Smallville or Jax from Legends or Marcus from The Originals should be allowed to yell if they get angry as everybody else. 

Because maybe the world actually is a lot more accepting of diverse black male characters than you might think. In a world where Tony Soprano, Dexter, Hannibal, Walter White and many others run around, why shouldn’t a Luscious Lyon run around and be popular either? Or a Kal Drogo. Because if those characters are well or interestingly written, maybe people actually do react to them and accept them the way they are rather than it always being “Okay, but what does that say about black men as a whole?”. 

There is a problem in fandom where they don’t embrace black male characters the same way would accept less black characters (I actually do think that there are literally shades to it, where let’s say a sexy latino or vaguely middle eastern guy might have a different status still than a black guy). Even if you have a situation where things are perfectly equal (ie let’s say two similarly aged, similarly good looking, similarly averagely talented, similar amount of screentime), chances are you will find more fandom response (like in the form of shipping and fics) on the non-black guy. We can speculate endlessly on the reason, the way attraction works for people, the way familiarity works for people, fear of the “unknown”, fear of messing things up and being called racist or whatever. I don’t know. Again, I do think that is a real thing. A real thing that has real consequences on the real life actors, what kind of jobs they get hired for, how well paid they are. 

BTW, I also think that this is a thing for many professional writers, where they treat characters who should have a similar status and who do have similarly potential differently. Like Pete on Smallville could have easily had a similar status to Lana, Lex or Chloe at least. Instead he was always ignored and written off. Or like Jax on Legends (who I don’t think is that badly written), could easily have gotten a more serious love interest by now. Or how imo Vampire Diaries always treated Bonnie worse than Caroline even though again, by all logic, their roles should have been similar in size/status. 

But I think the problem is made worse by writing black male characters too safely makes it even harder for fandom to latch onto them. 

Because what does fandom like? Fandom likes the woobies and fandom likes the badboys. Again I think fandom has enough racist tendencies that they tend to not recognize the woobies even when they are written as woobies if they are black. There is no doubt in my mind that let’s say Finn from Star Wars or Morgan from Criminal Minds would have probably way more fan support if they were white. 

There are fandom rules that are in place independently of race and they don’t go away just because race enters the picture. 

1.) I have written before that I think that James was badly written in season 1. Yes, he was nice and good and supportive, but that’s not how you write a pairing you actually want fans to get excited for. There is exactly zero doubt in my mind that Karolsen wouldn’t have been very popular even if Blake or Chris or some other white guy had played James. 

2.) Karolsen were written so nice and sane, they always would have had problems to come up with storylines for them. Chances are that James would have had gotten “worrying insecure superhero girlfriend” story, just gender reversed. Or they would have had to come up with some fake drama to to split them up. Maybe there are people who never wanted James and Karolsen to have a real storyline and liked the thought of him basically being her handbag holder and cheerleader would be cool. But [i] does that really sound appealing to you from a shipper POV? [ii] does that really sound appealing for you from an actor POV? And why exactly should that be the case? All comparable superhero shows with male leads have romantic storylines, why exactly should the one show with a female lead not have that, when Ollie and Barry and Clark and Daredevil do have that without a problem? Why should it lessen her as a character, when it obviously it is not considered to lessen her male peers? 

3.) People tend to often ship messy couples over sane and safe couples even if both competitors are white. See: Chuck and Blair, Damon and Elena, Veronica and Logan, Buffy and Spike etc. Again, hence why I think that media does black male characters a disservice by writing them as the sane and safe option rather than the angsty melodrama or badboy option. 

Again, do I think that James was likely the victim of societal racism, both in fandom and by the writers? Good chance. Just like many other characters. Those kind of things are not easy to get rid off. 

But at the same time, Karolsen to me are a good example for a couple who would have had a problem even if race hadn’t been a factor. I firmly believe that: 

1.) Karolsen (the way they were written in s1) would have had a hard time to find traction, even if James had been played by a white guy. (because uninspired writing)

2.) Karolsen would have struggled to find a season 2 storyline, even if Mon-El or any other love interest had never come to the show. (because too nice and sane)

3.) Karamel would probably have had shippers anyway, even if James had been played by a white guy or Mon-El had also been played by a black guy. (because Logan/Chuck/Damon)

IMO the writers are squarely at fault for not having more inspired writing in season 1. And yes, there’s a chance that fandom would still have been less supportive, fannishly, than they would have been if James would have been white. But the writing imo contributed to it not exactly being easy. (especially since TPTB have claimed as the reason that they were not happy with their own writing, ie, they wrote themselves into a corner and hence weren’t having any fun)

The complaints to Karamels to me seem deeply misguided since both the decision about James status on the show (at least in season 2, who knows what the future brings, just ask Katie Cassidy) and the decision of fandom to not actually give a shit about James were made long before Karamel even existed. 

You care about James? Then write to the showrunners about how much you like him, want to see more of him and ask them whether the feelings James had for Kara and vice versa will pop up again. This shows them that there is interest and ideally gives them motivation to bring back Karolsen in some way shape or form. 

Wouldn’t Let You Fail

A/N: Okay, my first Lin fic. A wee bit scary. Lmao I feel like I’m committing treason or something. It’s weird. It’s good tho! I have a lot of Lin fics planned for the holiday season ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Word Count: 4147 ((i know I’m sorry but @myalexanderhamiltonjustyouwait​ wanted this to be one part))

TW: Drug mention, anxiety mention, sexual actions mentioned

Pairing: LMM x Reader

There was a lot of firsts involved with you being in Hamilton.

It was your first starring role in a Broadway show, first time playing a male role, and first female playing George Washington. All of which, could be easily handled.

Except for the unprecedented involvement of a certain someone. 

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( roman reigns ) - ( neighbors know my name )


You are Roman’s neighbor. He’s attracted to you and he cannot stand your boyfriend. He also cannot stand that the walls in the apartment are so thin that he can hear everything that happens when you two have sex. A month passes and he realizes that he hasn’t heard the recount of your nightly bedroom escapades echoing off of his walls and that he’s barely seen you around and when he has you look sad.. He decides that he wants to make you smile (And scream) again.Fluff and smut happen.


Roman Reigns


Mature, duhhhh.

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This is based on an AU list I’ve seen floating around Tumblr but now cannot find to reblog to my blog for you guys to send me prompts and shit in to save my life.. The basic concept was that Muse A hears muse B and Muse B’s SO going at it like rabbits every night until one night (and quite a few after) they’re not.. SO they realize that they’ve fallen for Muse A and they make a move… Or something. Shrugs

Tagging : @allgirlswrestlingclub

Also… Plot Twists ahead.. Roman finds out You weren’t the mystery screamer…

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gayflorona  asked:

Hey, so I read your post about how you identify, and I wanted to say that I totally support you in that and I'm glad you've found a label that makes you feel good! I don't understand though --- I and a number of other people feel the way about the word "queer" that you do about those other labels. And lesbian is the word I've chosen that makes me feel good. So... why should we use your label as an umbrella term even though it makes ppl uncomfortable, instead of something more inclusive??

Ok, so, basically the thing for me about it is…

When someone tells me that I can use ‘queer’ as a personal identity label, but not apply it to anyone else…

It feels like they are saying ‘it’s fine for YOU to be like that, but don’t try to go claiming solidarity, or a community, with anyone else, or act like anyone else shares your experiences!’

Which feels profoundly isolating, tbh.

Also, yeah, I don’t super love the word ‘gay’, BUT I wouldn’t presume to tell anyone they can’t use ‘gay’ as a term, just because I have a history of it being used as a slur against me.

Because if that is someone’s personal identity or they feel comfortable using it, then that is their right to use it, for themselves and for others that fit the generally accepted definition of the word.

And I would certainly never say you were unable to use lesbian as a personal identity. Go for it! I’m glad that it works for you. 

But literally EVERY WORD OR TERM we’ve got has been used as a slur, in a mocking context, to hurt.

It isn’t just ‘using a slur’ like ‘bitch’ when you could just say women, because none of the words we have are particularly neutral.

Despite ‘gay’ being used far, far, far more often as an insult & a slur in modern contexts, in both my own experience & that of research I have read on the subject….

I have never encountered a single person who has EVER objected to it’s use as a catch-all term on that grounds.

Not one.

If you genuinely believe you should object to the use of the word queer, it’s  doing the same for the word ‘gay’, but I’ve never seen that happen, not once.

So that doesn’t really feel like a useful argument, or at least, it feels very unevenly applied as one.

Which, again, is fine, because I’m not fond of policing the terms, I’m just pointing out that it feels hypocritical to tell people that one word is more harmful, so they aren’t allowed to use it, when both carry both good & bad with them.


What I would say, however, is that ‘gay’ & ‘lesbian’ used as a catch-all can erase all other women & people in the community who don’t fit that identity marker, and for that reason another more encompassing word perhaps, in general descriptions of ourselves as a group & how we are treated in media might be a better fit.

Because, yes, ‘gay’ can be used as a general community term, but the more common parlance that’s understood is ‘same-gender attraction only’, so it’s less useful as an encompassing term, anyway.


I’m looking at the media coverage of the “Xena’s sexuality is going to be explored canonically in the reboot’ thing going around, and I’m seeing a lot of ‘She’LL BE GAY’ or “SHE’ll BE A LESBIAN’ headlines…

When that wasn’t what was stated, that wasn’t confirmed, and Xena, to my knowledge, had relationships with men in the past during the original series, so calling her bi or pan or etc would probably be more accurate…

But people are seeing ‘not-straight’, & defaulting immediately to ‘welp, must be gay then’, which is limiting & smacks, to my mind, of bi-erasure type stuff.

Whereas, if those headlines said ‘queer’…

That, to me, would acknowledge that Xena will be liking ladies, but that no one has specifically mentioned an identity label for her, and her attraction to other gender could fall anywhere on a spectrum.

Because that’s what ‘queer’ means, to me.

It’s a personal identity label, sure, like ‘gay’, like ‘lesbian’, etc.

But it’s not strictly a substitute for those. It’s a larger category, like… Like taxonomic labels.

It doesn’t erase the individual identity a person has, it just acknowledges that they exist in a big complex messy overlapping group with a lot of other people.

 Me referring to you as part of a group & saying ‘queer’, to me doesn’t negate the fact that you’re a lesbian, any more than pointing at a bowl of bananas, pears, apples, oranges, etc, and saying ‘those are fruit’, stops the orange from being an orange. (It’s just acknowledging that… Oranges are not the only fruit, badum tshhh. I’m sorry. That was a terrible, terrible joke. I digress.)

It’s an umbrella term for all of the non-heteronormative identities, while also acknowledging the complicated nature of some of those identities.

To me, it seeks to encompass all of them in a singular word, to point out the fact that not everyone’s identity is set or defined. Some are, some aren’t, some are a work in progress.

To acknowledge that the gender binary is a construct, a strict binary of male/female, straight/gay, doesn’t work for everyone….

Like myself. What word easily states ‘attracted to women, for sure, some nonbinary people who lean more femme in their gender expression, definitely not men, haven’t worked out exactly where I’m at in terms of sexual attraction all the time, also autistic so figuring out how I feel about people is weird anyhow?

There isn’t one, and that paragraph makes for a darned mouthful & TMI in most conversations, anyway.

So… ‘Queer’.

Because coming up with a way to list every possible word for every possible combination thereof in terms of identity, outside than what is seem as ‘the default’ is a functionally impossible task.

Sure, you could list acronyms like WLW, or LPQB, or LGBT.

But often those they leave a lot of people out, like bi women currently loving men, for WLW, or for the other ones, ace spectrum people and others, and they are all awkward in verbal conversation, not super accessible to the uninformed, etc.

In terms of LGBT, it’s often used in circumstances that also conflate being trans as if it’s a sexuality, or to give the false impression that trans issues are being prioritized in a conversation they are absent from.

‘Sapphic’ just sounds a bit twee, in all honesty, and again, it codes very overly-specific to just women who exclusively like other women.

So that’s my case for queer, in terms of using it as a catch-all, because it’s both simpler, more complex, and broader than any of the other terms.

Queer is also more than just an identity category of categories, too, it has other context that make it appeal to me.

It specifically has the academic context of ‘queer studies’ & ‘queer theory’, and the academic discourses that, while wildly imperfect, have done a lot of good at studying our community, understanding it, legitimating us, etc.

It isn’t a term that’s just a slur, it’s a term used by the people looking at us, or looking at themselves, in understand, to gain context & knowledge & circumstance.

It has that weight behind it, for me. That lens.

I’m a sociology major in my undergrad, and if I could do any kind of research, it would be ideally from the lens of queer theory.

That’s also what I think of when I use the term. Of my gender studies classes & queer theory classes I’ve taken, the halls of universities carrying the term.

That’s why it’s used in media commentary, in aca-fandom, in terms like ‘queerbaiting’.

We aren’t pulling from it’s older history as a slur, we are pulling from its newer usage as a tool of critical commentary, to utilize the term as a line-of-best-fit catch-all for the issues that affect people who don’t fit the neat box of cis/straight.

And finally…

Yeah, queer has a history as a slur, and one in modern academic contexts, but it also has a history since at least the 1980s as a term used in by activists in our community to fight back against the idea that our identities are shameful.

It was specifically used, to my understanding, BECAUSE of its power as a slur, not merely in spite of it.

The reclamation of it has a lot of power to me.

It feels, to me, like saying ‘The world is saying that who we are is shameful, is disgusting, is crazy & terrible & wrong, & they’ve said it loud enough and long enough that we don’t have any words left but the ones that they’ve used to hurt us with.

But we’re tired of believing them.

This? This thing that they said we are?

Is beautiful. Is love, is pleasure, is happiness, is pride. We refuse to let it be ugly, because it never was.

Language evolves it shifts and grows and SO MANY people have grasped onto that word with joy & pride, and used it as a banner, a rallying cry, have formed academic language that calls our messy complexities out of the ether & into legitimated discourses of existence, of struggle, of love, of being.

We’re allowed to carry that word in more than just our aching hearts, let it echo in broad public halls, not just in the quiet spaces between the words we never let ourselves speak.

We can speak it.

We CAN use that word as if there is a community behind it, as if there is anyone else like us in the world for us to find peace or love or belonging with, because there is, we know there is.

We’re trying to move past the kind of thinking that told us different, thanks, and we have no reason to go back to it, we have no reason to grant that any power over who we are, who we choose to be. 

As the rallying cry states…

We’re queer, we’re here. Get used to it.

Mon Cheri (Sebastian Smythe X Reader)

Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sebastian Smythe X Reader
Word Count: 6,278 (I didn’t mean to make it this long I swear???)
Author’s Note: Blaine is no longer at Dalton (he’s at McKinley and a senior so I think Kurt would be in New York at this point but we’re gonna pretend that he was visiting Blaine for a little bit), Sebastian is a junior at Dalton (idk how old he is honestly oops), __y/n__ is a sophomore. I honestly dunno anything about Blaine’s parents, I just imagine that they’re like really open-minded and awesome?? Also: I believe that every person has an exception to their sexuality. Even though __y/n__ considers herself gay, she’s not against the idea of being with a guy, it’s just not something she’s ever been interested in trying (until she got to know Sebastian). Also, I think Sebastian’s bi or pan, with a tendency to have sex with guys. I know they say in the show that he’s 100% gay, but I still firmly believe that he is just more male-centric, and would be sexually attracted to a female if it was the right one. ALSO THERE ARE SOME SOULMATE! THEMES?? IT’S NOT LIKE 100% SOULMATE AU BUT THAT’S LIKE WHY THEY GET TOGETHER SO QUICKLY.

“You didn’t tell me that good looks ran in the Anderson family.” Were the first words you ever heard Sebastian Smythe say, his arm extending out a hand for you to shake.

You took it, struggling to not roll your eyes as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said, slipping into your ‘male’ voice that you had been perfecting for the last year. It was a little deeper than your own voice, and it was slightly weird to hear it coming out of your mouth, but you felt like it helped with the whole 'pretending to be a boy’ thing.

You were Blaine’s sister, and Blaine had been trying to get the staff at Dalton to change the rules (could having a girl in the Warblers really hurt their chances at winning? Blaine didn’t think so) for years (he knew about just how badly you wanted to go to Dalton), but they always refused. Dalton Academy had been an all boys school since it was established, and that’s how it would stay.

Blaine, not one to give up, was the one who initially suggested that you dress like a boy. He thought that the rules were ignorant (a girl could really help with the Warblers’ vocal range), and he actually encouraged you to consider practicing talking and acting like a boy.

You had done as he recommended, and when you had finally approached your parents with the intention to ask your parents for the tuition money, they didn't judge you for wanting to go to the all boys school. Instead, they had laughed, said they thought it was a brilliant idea, warned you to be careful because they didn’t really want a lawsuit on their hands, and had given you the money you needed.

You, Blaine, and Kurt (he was in on the plan because he was Blaine's boyfriend and you loved him to death) had gone to the mall, bought you a binder, a new haircut, and a dozen outfits with Kurt’s seal of approval (meaning that you were going to be the best dressed cross dresser ever), and then you had applied to Dalton.

It took a bit of lying, your parents had even managed to get a copy of your birth certificate altered so that you were, legally, Eli _f/i_ Anderson, but you got in. Elizabeth was your given middle name, so you had taken the first three letters and used them as your male name.

Blaine wasn’t there anymore, but he told you that even though you couldn’t compete with the Warblers (no way anyone would be able to hear you sing and not think you were a girl), you could still trust the Warblers. Even Sebastian, who Blaine was actually pretty good friends with (much to Kurt’s distain).

Sebastian smiled, but it was more of a smirk than anything else. “The pleasure’s all mine.” He replied smoothly, and Blaine noticed with a grin that you were trying valiantly to keep the scowl off your face. You knew exactly about how he flirted shamelessly with Blaine, and with your extreme love for Kurt (seriously, if he was straight and you were straight, you would’ve snatched that boy up for yourself), you were not too fond of Sebastian. Even if he was a ridiculously good dancer and singer, his incredibly hot face meant nothing to you.

You extracted your hand from Sebastian’s, giving a real smile to the other Warblers. Them, you liked. You had watched almost every Warbler performance, but you hadn’t ever gotten to meet them before now.

“I’m a huge fan.” You said enthusiastically, and the Warblers looked at Blaine in surprise before chatting you with excitedly.

“Keep an eye on him, yeah?” Blaine requested, resting his palm on Sebastian’s shoulder.

Sebastian gave him a small smile that quickly blossomed into a smirk. “I’ll keep more than an eye on him.”

Blaine groaned and pulled his hand away from Sebastian’s shoulder, using it to smack Sebastian on the head. “Sebastian, no. Trust me, you’re not his type.”

Sebastian's green eyes flicked over to you, letting them trail over you appreciatively. You were petite, even shorter than Blaine, and you looked a little feminine, but it suited you. Your features were almost elfin and very different from Blaine’s, but he could still see a faint resemblance; in conclusion, Sebastian was immediately attracted to you.

“I’ve heard that before, and I’ve made my fair share of people change their mind.”

Blaine shook his head. “It’s not gonna work on Eli, I promise.”

“That sounds like a challenge, Anderson.” Sebastian said, and Blaine did not like the glint in Sebastian’s eyes.

“Sebastian,” Blaine started to warn him, but Sebastian waved his warning away and walked over to where you were talking eagerly with the other Warblers. He perched himself on a chair, and Blaine watched your gaze twitch over to Sebastian for a brief moment, before turning back to your conversation with Jeff.

Blaine grinned again. You could handle yourself against Sebastian’s charm, he was sure. With a wave to you and the other Warblers, Blaine disappeared through a door and made his way to his dad’s car, where Kurt was waiting.

“How’d it go?” Kurt asked, leaning across the seat and brushing a kiss across Blaine’s lips.

“Pretty good,” Blaine responded, a quiet light shining in his eyes as he looked at Kurt. “But I think Sebastian has a crush on __y/n__.”

Kurt looked at him for a moment in complete silence. “You’re not serious?”

“Wish I was.”

“Oh my god, this is the best day of my life.” Kurt said, right before bursting into loud, bright laughter that echoed off the walls off the car. “100% gay Sebastian has a crush on your 100% gay sister. That is too good to be true.”

Blaine grinned at Kurt. “I know. How he managed to choose the one person at Dalton that is literally not interested in him at all is beyond me.”


“Sebastian, for the last time, I am not interested in you.” You muttered, sighing as you shoved your history book in your messenger bag.

“Hey, I didn’t even say anything.” He said and held his hands up in defense. “I was just going to tell you that I have a lacrosse game that you might be interested in watching.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Really? That’s it?”

Sebastian nodded. “That’s it. I promise.”

You offered him a fraction of a smile, because you still weren’t sure how you felt about him. “Okay. When is it?”

“Right after school. I’ll meet you outside of the commons so I can take you to the field?”

“Sure, that’d be great, actually. Still having trouble finding my way around this place.” You murmured, only a little sheepishly. You had been at Dalton for a little over two weeks, and so far, it was awesome. The work was harder than at your previous school, but you didn’t struggle with it too much, the food was incredible, and everyone was nice to you. There were some people that were a little too nice (like Sebastian) because they wanted to get in your pants, but you continued shutting them down and so far, it had mostly worked. It had worked on everyone but Sebastian, at least. Say what you want about the cocky, green-eyed boy, but he was extremely persistent.

Sebastian looked over your shoulder and frowned. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you later.” He smirked at you before slinging his own messenger bag over his shoulder and practically sauntering out of the room. God, that boy was so easy to despise (so why couldn’t you?).

“Hey, Eli.” Trent, another Warbler said as he walked up to you, and you smiled at him.

“Trent! Good to see you, buddy.” You clapped him on the shoulder before gesturing for him to follow you to lunch. You looked at him, and noticed that he looked nervous about something. You stopped walking. “Everything okay?”

“Well, um, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but Sebastian only invited you to the lacrosse game so he could…serenade you.” Trent murmured quietly, and you rolled your eyes.

“What does he not understand about me not being interested?” You said, letting out a deep sigh. “Thanks for telling me, Trent. I can handle this.” You fell silent as you walked with him through the cafeteria, grabbing a tray and loading it up with food while you tried to figure out how to approach the situation.

There had to be some way you could beat Sebastian at his own game, you just needed to find it.


When Sebastian met you outside the commons, you had to physically force a smile onto your face so you didn’t strangle him. That boy was infuriating, and knowing what he had planned didn’t actually help your ever increasing dislike for him.

“Hey, ya know, I have a ton of homework, do you mind if I skip lacrosse practice? I’ll go to the next one, promise.” You tried, because you knew that this was not going to turn out well. You were impossibly surprised to see hurt flash across Sebastian’s face for a moment before his usual smirk flickered back in place.

“If you really want to, I won’t stop you. But scout’s honor that it won’t take long.”

“You were a boy scout?” You asked in disbelief, and Sebastian grinned.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” Sebastian questioned back, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Because you’re,” You gestured vaguely with your hands. “You, and you just don’t seem like the boy scout type.”

“I don’t seem like the type to do lots of things.” Sebastian countered, and you didn’t have a response to that because you didn’t quite understand what he meant. “Anyways,” Sebastian said, shrugging. “You coming or not?”

“Yeah, homework can wait.” You responded, and you could’ve sworn that a real smile flickered across his face for half a second before he was turning away from you and gesturing for you to follow him.

“Come on, we don’t have all day.”

Ah, there was the douche that you missed so much.


“This…isn’t lacrosse practice, is it?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer thanks to Trent. All the Warblers were gathered on the lacrosse field, and you figured it was good at least that they were the only people there.

Sebastian simply shook his head and led you over to a bench, helping you sit down. He then took his place at the head of the Warblers, and music started pouring out of a speaker (you had no idea how many strings he had pulled to arrange that).

Coming here unannounced, drag my nails on the tile
I just follow your scent
You can’t just follow my smile,
"Sebastian took lead vocal while the other Warblers began to sing backup, and even though you knew from previous Warbler videos that Sebastian could sing, you hadn’t expected him to pick a Fall Out Boy song (you also hadn’t expected him to sing it so well).

Your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine
They cutting me to the bone
Nothing left to leave behind
You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon,
“He continued, and even though you hated his smirky meerkat face, there was something oddly hot about being serenaded by Fall Out Boy (no girl you had been with had ever done that and-no, bad thoughts, you were not attracted to Sebastian. God damn it, you liked girls!).

You raised an eyebrow at Sebastian as he continued to sing, because he really did not seem like the serenading type. You know what, two people could play at this game.

I didn’t come for a fight but I will fight till the end
This might be your battle, might not turn out okay
You know you look so Seattle-
“That was where you cut him off.

Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer
In the hills and highlands,
“ All of the Warblers looked confused, as far as they knew, you couldn’t sing at all, that was why you hadn’t tried out for the Warblers, and even Sebastian faltered for a moment. Then there was mischievous glint in his eye, and as some Warblers joined your side, some of them stayed with Sebastian, and it was basically a riff-off between you and Sebastian.

By the time you were done, almost twenty minutes later (god, your voice was going to sore as hell tomorrow; you didn’t usually use your 'male’ singing voice because it was hard to keep it level, but damn it Sebastian had tempted you into doing it), you were all laughing hysterically (even Sebastian, and you realized with a start that you quite liked him when he was laughing), because only at Dalton Academy (and maybe at William McKinley High School) would something like this happen.

"Why didn’t you tell us you could sing?” Jeff asked after the laughing had calmed down, and you shrugged.

“I can’t, not really.” They all looked at you incredulously.

“No, you actually can.” Sebastian interjected (why did that mean so much coming from him?), and after sharing a look with the other Warblers, Sebastian’s trademark smirk crawled onto his face. “I think you should join the Warblers.”

“What? No.”

“I second that.” Nick contributed, and Sebastian’s smirk widened.

“If there are no objections,”

“Me! I object!” You said, a little desperately because there was absolutely no way you could deepen your voice for every Warbler meeting and there was no way they’d believe you were a boy if you used your actual singing voice.

“Then the motion carries.” Sebastian continued, ignoring you. “And Eli is officially a member of the Warblers.”

The other Warblers cheered and patted you on the back before one by one they trailed off the field, until it was just you and Sebastian. This day couldn’t get any worse. Not only had Sebastian just fucking serenaded you (and you had actually loved it), now you were going to have to join the Warblers, and everyone would find out you were a girl and you would definitely get kicked out of your dream school.

“Are you okay?” You were surprised to find that Sebastian sounded worried.

Good, You thought bitterly. This is all your fault.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said, running a hand through your short hair distractedly. “I just have some homework to do, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You started to leave, your mind running through any possible way you could get out of this situation, when Sebastian’s fingers curled gently around your wrist and pulled you back around, bringing you close enough to him that your chest brushed his. You blinked up at him in surprise, but before you could respond, he pressed a finger to your lips.

“I know I might be really out of line with this, I’ve never really been in line when it comes to attractive people, though,” He said the last part mostly to himself before continuing. “But can I kiss you?”

You didn’t say anything, you were frozen and just too shocked to move, but you blinked rapidly as Sebastian’s face got closer to yours.

“If you want me to stop, tell me and I will.” Sebastian murmured, and as his lips got nearer to yours, close enough for them to brush, you finally found your voice.

“Stop, stop.” You whispered, pulling away from Sebastian as quickly as you could. “I’m sorry; you’re a great guy, sometimes, I just,” You shook your head, trying to clear it. “I’m really confused and I need to work through some things. I’ll see you around.”

You disappeared without saying else, and when you reached your dorm, you kind of wanted to curl up and cry. Your life had never, ever been this confusing before you met Sebastian. You liked girls, and only girls. Sure, you knew when a guy was attractive, but you didn’t want to actually have sex with them. And now…you didn’t know what you wanted. Sebastian was kind of an asshole, sure, but there were times when he could be nice. Like ten minutes ago, he had found out that Fall Out Boy was your favorite band and chosen one of their songs, and he had asked for permission before trying to kiss you.

The worst part was, you had wanted him to. You wanted to know what it felt like to kiss a gu- actually, no, scratch that. You just wanted to know what it felt like to kiss Sebastian. But you couldn’t, in good conscience, let him kiss you when you were really a girl, and he was gay. He liked boys. You liked girls. It should be simple.

But honestly? You had never been more confused in your life.


You had finished your homework, barely, and then you had tried to go to bed. You didn’t have a roommate, which was nice, but only because, at the moment, there was an uneven number of boys at the school and your parents had requested one. As soon as someone transferred, you’d get a roommate, and your secret would definitely come out. Instead of sleeping, you had tossed and turned until two in the morning, at which point you stomped out of bed, grabbed a towel, a pair of underwear, your binder, and a long shirt, and made your way to one of the bathrooms.

Dalton Academy was quite large, so it had several rooms that were full of just showers and sinks. Every dorm room had a bathroom, but it only had a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. Every time you wanted to shower, you had to go to one of the community showers. Which was nervewracking; if someone came in just as you were getting out of the shower, they’d see that you had boobs and then everyone would know that you were a girl.

And, of fucking course, that was (almost) exactly what happened.


You shampooed your hair, trying to sort out your thoughts when you heard the door to the showers swing open. Usually, you were the only person that showered at two thirty in the morning, but apparently someone else had the same idea.

You heard clothes falling into a pile on the ground and paused in your washing. It’s not like they could see through the shower door (the glass was frosted, so all they could see would be a very faint outline of your body), but your arms crossed across your breasts regardless. After a moment of feeling foolish and waiting for the other person to get in their own shower, you uncrossed your arms and continued washing your body.

You were done after a few more minutes, but now you had to wait until the other person was gone to get out of the shower. You waited with the water running for ten more minutes, but the other person was still showering.

You huffed to yourself and turned off the shower, but you didn’t get out yet. Instead, you stood patiently in the shower for another ten minutes before you heard the other person’s shower turn off and then the sound of wet feet slapping on the tiled floor.

“Are you going to get out, ever?” You were surprised to hear Sebastian’s voice from the other side of the glass, and your eyes widened.

“Uh, no. I’m not too comfortable with my body.” You responded, making sure to lower your voice.

You could practically hear Sebastian rolling his eyes as he spoke again. “There’s nothing wrong with your body, Eli.” Sebastian chuckled, a little bitterly. “I’ve seen enough of them to know.” When you stayed silent, Sebastian spoke again. “Listen, if it’s about earlier, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.” He sounded a little bit shy (something you had never expected from him) when he spoke again. “I do still want to be your friend though.”

“It’s not that simple.” You murmured, twisting your hands together nervously. You couldn’t get out of the shower until he was gone; if you did, he would know that you were a girl and he would tell the school board and you would be kicked out of Dalton Academy (and he would probably hate you).

“Friends are allowed to see each other naked,” He pointed out. “If it makes you feel better, I have a towel and underwear on, and I’ll turn my back when you step out.”

You sighed. He wasn’t going to give up. It was probably better to just tell him before he opened the door himself and saw your chest. “I need to tell you something first.” You took his silence as agreement. “I’m, uh, not exactly who you think I am.”

“Please tell me you’re Eli Hawaii, because I saw that coming from a mile away.”

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to understand what he meant. “Did Sebastian Smythe just make a Hannah Montana reference?”

Sebastian chuckled, and the sound made your heart stutter. “I did.” You laughed, and you could hear the frown on his face when he spoke again. “In my defense, I do have a younger sister who used to make me watch it with her all the time.” He was silent for half a second. “And Mitchell Musso was hot.”

“Really? Mitchell Musso’s your type?”

He snorted. “Please, Mitchell Musso is everyone’s type.”

“I cannot believe I’m having this conversation with you right now.” You said, shaking your head. Sebastian Smythe watched Hannah Montana, and now he was trying to defend himself for it, even though you really didn’t care. He could watch whatever he wanted, heck, you had watched it when you were younger too. Honestly, you just found the whole thing rather adorable.

“I can’t either. Are you going to come out?”

“Already have.” You said, because that was the first thing that popped into your mind.

“I thought you weren’t into guys? Excluding me, of course.” You could hear the thick layer of confusion in his voice.

“Uh, yeah. I’m not.” You said and slowly opened the door to the shower. You cautiously stepped out, keeping your arms crossed across your breasts as you snagged your __f/c__ towel and wrapped it around your body. You turned to look at Sebastian only after your body was covered, and you were surprised to see that he was just smirking at you.

“So, you’re a girl?” Sebastian asked, and you nodded. “I suppose this is the part where I have some dramatic reveal about myself and my sexuality, but really, I still like guys.” That made your heart ache for reasons you couldn’t fathom. “But I still feel the desire to kiss you, so I guess you’re an exception to that.”

You blinked at him, once, twice, then three times. “Pardon?”

“I still want to kiss you. I’m not repulsed by you, if that’s what you were expecting. You’re still Eli, and believe it or not, I didn’t just like him for his looks.”

“You liked Eli?” Your brain was having a really hard time keeping up with that Sebastian was saying.

“Since when have you been deaf?” Sebastian asked, rolling his eyes at you. “Yes. I liked Eli, and I like you.” He glanced around the shower room before gesturing to the door. “Seeing as how you’re trying to keep this a secret, we should go before someone else comes in for a midnight wash. Come on.” You barely had time to scoop your clothes into your arms before Sebastian was grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the room. He kept you behind him as much as possible as he led you to his room, but you paused outside the doorway.

“Isn’t your roommate in there?” You hissed, and Sebastian shook his head as he opened the door.

“He’s at his boyfriend’s dorm tonight, we’re fine.” Sebastian responded, and you trusted him enough to follow him inside. Sebastian took a seat on his bed, and gestured for you to do the same, but you shook your head and remained standing.

“Are you going to tell the school board about me?” You asked after a moment of silence.

He shook his head. “Of course not. Before we have this conversation you might want to put some clothes on. Not promising I can stop myself from doing something stupid if you stay like that.” As Sebastian said the last word, he gestured at your towel, which had been slipping down your chest and barely even covered your ass.

“Oh. Yeah. Right.” You had been so worried that you had forgotten about your state of undress, and you hastily turned around, pulled your underwear on, and dropped your towel. You started to tug on your binder, but Sebastian’s voice stopped you.

“You don’t have to do that, you know. I already know that you have breasts.” He looked thoughtful. “As a gay man, I have to say that they’re actually quite nice.”

You hid your faint blush as you continued to put on the binder. “It’s not for you, it’s in case anyone bursts into your room.” You said, shrugging as you pulled on your shirt before turning back around to face him. “So, back to the issue at hand-”

“Is that all you’re wearing?” Sebastian interrupted, and you looked down at yourself with a frown.

“Yeah, why? Something wrong?” Everything was covered, and your legs weren’t really masculine or feminine, they were just there so you didn’t have to worry about someone seeing your legs and going “Oh, Eli’s definitely a girl!”.

“You’re still too undressed.”

“I never thought I’d hear the day those words came out of Sebastian Smythe’s mouth.” You said, teasingly, and grinned when it got a small smile from Sebastian.

“Yeah, yeah, make fun of me all you want but if someone comes in, their first reaction to you wearing just a shirt is going to be assuming that we had sex.”

You shrugged. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure that everyone already thinks that. You’re pretty hard to resist.” You pointed out, before running a hand through your hair. “Fuck you, Smythe.”

He looked at you, bewildered. “What did I do?”

You groaned. “I’m gay! I’ve known I was gay since I was five, but now I want to see what being with a guy is like and I’m so confused about everything, but you’re so different from everyone I’ve ever met and just…fuck you.” You let out in one breath and blinked in surprise when Sebastian’s arms were suddenly resting on your shoulders.

“Hey, this is confusing for me too. I’ve always been more homo-flexible than homosexual, but this, whatever’s between us, is new to me. You’re a person that I don’t just want to sleep with. I mean, yeah, I do, but I also want to kiss you and sing with you and hold hands with you and-” A frown curled the corners of his mouth down as he thought of something. “And I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s __y/n__.” You spoke quietly, your eyes searching his green ones as you tried to figure out if he was telling the truth.

The softest smile you had ever seen spread across his face, and you knew without a doubt that he was telling the truth. “I like it. It fits you better than Eli.”

You smiled. “I’d hope so.” You flicked your gaze away from him for a moment, eying the clock on his wall. You still had plenty of time before Sebastian’s roommate was supposed to come back. “Can I kiss you and we can worry about if you’re going to get me expelled later?”

Sebastian didn’t even use words to respond, he just brought a hand up to cup your cheek and pressed his lips to yours. It was a lot gentler than you thought possible for Sebastian, but you relished in it, letting your eyes slip shut as you wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him back.

The kiss would’ve gone on for longer had the door to Sebastian’s room not burst open.

You instantly pulled away from him, stepping behind him to hide yourself from whoever was entering the room.

“Hey, sorry.” Sebastian’s roommate, a brown haired boy who you thought was named Dan, said apologetically. “Just need to grab something, I’ll be out in a second.” He rummaged in his nightstand drawer before pulling out something wrapped in a sock (you had no desire to know what exactly it was), before ducking out of the room again with a sheepish smile.

“Well,” You started, hopping onto Sebastian’s bed and tucking your legs underneath you. “That was fun.”

Sebastian smiled lazily at you before crawling onto the bed beside you. He twisted an arm around you and pulled you into his arms, brushing a feather light kiss to the back of your neck.

“Never pegged you for the cuddling type.” You murmured, but you were smiling and there was no venom in the words.

He shrugged and kissed your neck again. “People change.”


People do indeed change.

That was something every single Warbler, and other Dalton students, noticed over the next couple of months. Sebastian was nicer. Well, as nice as Sebastian could get.

He would still snark at everyone, but everyone knew that he only did it in fun. He was nicer, and his singing and dancing were better than ever.

You managed to convince him to kick you out of the Warblers, something he had been reluctant to do because “__y/n__, your voice is amazing and I’m not letting you stop using it”, so you had promised him that on weekends you would go out with him and sing karaoke (if you were away from Dalton, you could use your normal voice).

Unfortunately, being with Sebastian did have some problems.

You were slipping. When you were around Sebastian, you often used your regular voice, and when you were around him and the other Warblers, there were times when you would slip into it without meaning to. Every time that you did, Sebastian would raise his eyebrows at you and kiss you to get you to stop talking, but you knew that the Warblers were starting to get suspicious.

And then it happened.


You were waiting in the practice room for Sebastian with the other Warblers when you felt your period start. You’d had periods before at Dalton, but they always started when you were in your dorm or Sebastian’s, so it was easy to grab a pad.

You felt a dull, deep ache in your lower stomach, wrapping your arms around your midsection to try and ease the pain. Surprisingly enough, it didn’t work.

“You okay, Eli?” Jeff asked, resting a palm on your shoulder as he looked at you with worried eyes.

You gave him a pained smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a stomach ache.” You assured, but you knew by the look on his face that he didn’t believe you.

The blonde haired boy opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could, Sebastian swept into the room, and everyone’s eyes snapped to him instantly. He certainly knew how to command a room.

“You guys ready to start?” Sebastian asked, before his eyes landed on you. “What are you doing here?”

You smiled and stood up, pressing a brief kiss to his lips. “Wanted to say hi to you before Warblers practice started.” You said, shrugging.

His arms wound around your waist as he smiled back at you. “Hi.”

You chuckled, brushing a kiss to his jaw before pulling out of the embrace. “I should let you get started, but I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”

“Of course.” He responded easily, and you offered him and the other Warblers one more smile before grabbing your bag and leaving the practice room.

Jeff turned troubled eyes to Sebastian. “Is he okay?”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t he be?”

“He had a stomach ache, I just wasn’t sure if he was sick or something.” Jeff said, and the Warblers all noticed the concerned look that sparked in his eyes.

“Do you guys mind if I go check on him?” Sebastian asked instead of responding, and the second they shook their heads, Sebastian had already moved towards the door.


“What are you doing here?” You questioned in confusion as a pair of firm arms wrapped themselves around your stomach. “I thought you had Warbler practice.”

“I do, but I wanted to make sure you were okay. That time of the month, huh?”

You groaned as you nodded. “Yeah. Periods suck. Be thankful you’re a boy, Smythe.”

Sebastian’s arms disappeared from around your waist, and you turned to look at him, already missing the feel of his arms on you. Your eyes brightened as you saw the chocolate bar he was pulling out from his pocket.

“Oh my god, I think I love you.” You said without thinking, grinning at him as he handed you the brown, plastic package.

You both froze. You gripped the chocolate bar tightly as you waited for him to say something, and when he still remained silent, you cautiously brought your gaze to his. 

Sebastian was smiling, and there was a light in his eyes that you hadn’t ever seen before. “You’re the first person that’s ever said that to me.”

“What? Really? But you’re-” You gestured vaguely at him with your hands. “You, and you’re incredible and thoughtful and a lot sweeter than I thought possible since when I met you, I thought you were a sarcastic asshole but-” Sebastian cut you off with a kiss, his hands flying up to cup your cheeks as he kissed you gently.

“I think I love you too.” He murmured against your lips, stroking a thumb gently across your cheekbone.

You heard someone gasp, and both your and Sebastian’s eyes snapped to the doorway of your room. Nick, Jeff, Trent, Thad, and all the other Warblers were gathered there, looking at you and Sebastian with wide eyes.

Jeff smacked Trent on the shoulder. “Dude!”

“I’m sorry!” He said apologetically. “But this is precious.”

Sebastian stepped in front of you, keeping you behind him as he eyed them warily. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to confirm that Eli is a girl.” Nick said, shrugging.

Sebastian’s eyebrows knitted together. “Confirm?”

“It wasn’t that hard to figure out.” Thad pointed out. “Eli slipped into her actual voice occasionally, and you called her __y/n__ without meaning to several times.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.” You piped up, peering out from behind Sebastian. “I’ve wanted to go to Dalton since I was five, I couldn’t handle going back to regular school.”

They all looked at you incredulously. “Why would we do that? You’re our friend.” Trent said, rising to his feet and smiling at you. “We don’t want you to leave either.” The other Warblers nodded in agreement, and you felt the sudden urge to cry. They were all so sweet.

You gave them a wobbly smile. “Thank you. It means a lot.” Sebastian wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple as you looked at the Warblers, a silly group of guys you had idolized for years and who were now your best friends, with glistening __e/c__ eyes. “You guys are the best. Seriously. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank us.” Nick said at the same time Jeff said “We should be thanking you for making Sebastian nice.”, and you snorted while Sebastian pretended to glare at the blonde-haired Warbler.

“I’m gonna take that as my cue to go.” Jeff said sheepishly, waving before disappearing from the doorway.

“We should go too.” Thad said, offering you a smile. “Oh, and Sebastian, we can handle practice on our own today.”

The Warblers filed out of the doorway one by one until Trent shut your door with a soft click, and you turned to look at Sebastian. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck before hovering your lips over his.

“You have awesome friends.” You whispered.

“I know.” Sebastian said, nodding as a smirk spread across his face. "And I have an awesome girlfriend.“ Sebastian chuckled against your lips. "Never thought I’d say that.”

“Never thought I’d have the best boyfriend in the world either, but you know.” You shrugged, grinning. “Life is weird.” You pressed your lips to his fully, your fingers tangling in his short hair as he kissed you back easily, a hand resting on your lower back and pulling your body as close to his as possible.

Dalton Academy was even better than you could have ever hoped. You had gained a bunch of new friends, an amazing boyfriend, and you got to go to your dream school.

Sebastian blinked in confusion as you suddenly burst into laughter, raising an eyebrow at you as you broke the kiss to catch your breath.

“I can’t wait to see Kurt’s face when I tell him that I’m dating Sebastian Smythe.”

Sebastian grinned. “Please let me be there when you tell him.”

“Oh, absolutely.” You winced as a fresh wave of cramps washed over you, dragging Sebastian over to your bed and pulling him down on it with you. “Cuddle me while we picture the horror on Kurt’s face?” You offered, and Sebastian’s arms were instantly tucking your body closer to his.


End.  <3

Jason Todd/ Red Hood X Reader- No Grave Can Keep Me Away From You

I kinda got carried away………


You punched the last crook in the face, breaking his nose in the process.  He collapsed onto the ground and clutched his nose, mumbling utter nonsense about how much his medical bill is going to be.  He stayed down, making your job easier, and allowed you to continue to beat the pulp out of the goons that continued to swarm through your old client’s facility.  He had decided to send you on a suicide mission to save someone, and you decided that his ass belonged in a grave for what he did.  He didn’t do that much to you, but he sent you to become a mindless slave.  There had been hundreds of men and women that were affected by this, and you would love to erase all of the things you saw from your mind.  He was sick in the head to sum it up, and it was now your job to kill his ass.  Once your last opponent fled, you made your way to where your client was holed up.

“Phil, you son of a bitch, where are you?” you hollered and stomped into his almost empty office.

You followed the sound of muffled sobbing and found Phil huddled under his desk, a gun clutched in his hand.  He gasped when you pulled him out from under the desk and shoved him against the wall.  You took the gun from his hand and pointed it directly in his lap.

“Hi, Phil,” you greeted, cocking the gun.  “Funny seeing you here.”

“(Y/S/N), wha-what are you doing here?” Phil stuttered out.

“You know why,” you growled. “How many people do you have to involve in your sick game?!  Do you realize what you have done?!”

He whimpered and continued to sob against the wall. You rolled your eyes and moved the gun until it was directly on the side of his head.  His sobs grew louder and louder until a familiar voice spoke behind you.

“Let him go, (Y/N).”

You pulled the trigger and watched Phil’s body drop to the floor, “You know, you’re always the one who says our names during hero work. So Batman, what are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to put an end to all of this,” Bruce stated.

You laughed, “You could have done that if you saved me from that psycho.”

“You know I did my best to-”

You interrupted him by ripping your mask off, revealing your scarred face, “THIS IS WHAT YOU DID TO ME!!  I followed every single one of your orders, even when I was grieving over my parents’ and Jason’s death!  Look where that got me!  I’m done following your goddamn rules.”

You pulled out a lighter and lit it, watching the horror appear on Bruce’s masked face.

“(Y/N), please come home,” Bruce begged.

“Hell no,” you laughed once again. “I’m not going through all of that again.  Do you realize what I went through to survive through all of that?  After I escaped on my own, I told myself to never trust you again.”

You dropped the lighter on Phil’s body and threw down a smoke bomb, causing Bruce to back away and pull his cape over his mouth.  You ran towards the window and collided with the glass, causing millions of pieces to fall after you.  You knew you were at least 60 stories above the ground when you saw someone soaring on a line heading towards your way.  You grabbed your grappling hook and shot it at the nearest building.  The figure was about fifteen feet away from you when you swung out of the way, landing on one of the smaller buildings. You landed and discarded the grappling hook, knowing that the figure was right behind you.  The figure was male and wearing a red helmet.  What really caught your attention was the red bat symbol under his leather jacket.  You stopped running and faced him.

“Did Batsy drag another poor soul into his conquest?” you asked the stranger, chuckling at his confused demeanor.  “Trust me, you’ll get more broken than you are if you trust that guy.”

The man continued to stare at you, not even moving an inch when you started walking towards the edge of the building.  

“See you around,” you smirked and disappeared from his view.

He couldn’t believe it.  You were standing there, right in front of him, alive and…. different.  Obviously your face was scarred, and you ditched Bruce, but your attitude had changed.  He watched as you left him standing dumbstruck on the roof, and he remained there until he saw Bruce swinging his way.


“It sucks man, I literally love her so much I don’t find other girls attractive anymore,” Jason explained while pacing around Roy’s workshop.

“Then go talk to her, idiot,” Roy said and continued to tinker with his latest contraption.

“Yeah, let me walk up to her and tell her I’m alive?  That’s going to be a great conversation,” Jason snorted.

“Dude, do you want her?”

“She’s all I want,” Jason admitted.

“Then go get her!”

“How am I supposed to find her?  She’s running around with a new persona and gadgets, plus she seems different.  When I saw her, she didn’t even care if I saw her face, she didn’t even try to attack me, and I know something bad happened to her while I was gone,” Jason added.

Roy sighed and set his screwdriver down, “Jason, all you need to do is find her and talk.  You can’t just go moping around like Romeo when Rosaline rejected his ass.  You need to go find your Juliet.”

“You’re really comparing my life to that tragedy?” Jason asked.

“That’s the only example I could think of!” Roy defended himself.  “Stop stalling and go!”

“Fine, but we’re not done with this conversation,” Jason grumbled before exiting the room.

“He’s totally whipped,” Roy chuckled and resumed his tinkering.


You were finishing off a rapist when you saw him again, Red Hood.  After your first meeting, you did some digging on the guy and found out that he was with Bruce, but he definitely didn’t follow the bat’s rules.

“Hey stranger,” you smirked and pulled the trigger.  

The body fell onto the ground, blood already seeping from the fatal wound.  You turned around and saw that your gut was correct, the Red Hood was standing right behind you.

“What brings you to the dark side of town?” you asked and leaned up against the brick wall, not a hint of remorse in your system.

“I was looking for you,” he replied.

You smiled, “Do I have to ask why?”

Jason chuckled lightly, “Let’s get out of here before the cops arrive, and then I’ll tell you why.”

“Sounds a little risky, but I’ll bite,” you yawned and pulled down the fire escape ladder.

You climbed it until you reached the top of the building.  When Jason stepped onto the roof, he knew you wanted answers.

“We’re away from the scene, now why do you want to talk?  It’s not everyday a vigilante doesn’t want to talk with his fists and have a nice conversation with another, but mentally unstable, vigilante,” you said and sat on the edge of the building.

Jason sighed and took off his helmet.  You looked at him in confusion, but it soon became fear when he peeled off the domino mask.

“No, you can’t be real,” you whispered and backed away from him.  “It’s been a hallucination, it’s only a hallucination.”

Jason watched as you kept backing away from him and pulling at your hair, but ran to you when you were going to fall off the building.  He sat down and held your face in his hands.  He took off your mask and saw the (E/C) eyes that once bore into his with happiness, but they were faded, as if you had the life sucked from you.

“(Y/N), it’s me,” Jason said and pulled your gloved hands onto his face.  “It’s me.”

“How?” you quavered.

“No grave can keep me away from you,” Jason said.

You let out a laugh, a real laugh, and smiled.  For the first time in years, you actually felt at peace with yourself.

Jason smiled and stood up, taking you with him, “Do you think take out would be a good reunion food?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his lips to yours, “I think it’s perfect.”

Ships and Songs

Along with my own personal explanations, this is for the lovely little anon who requested to know about my favorite gays!

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