this kind of stuff makes me angry and i just really wanted to address it. )

anonymous asked:

BIRD BIRD BIRD I JUST THOUGHT OF AN AU IDEA ok ok mind reader michael. jeremy is in class one day, thinkin dirty thoughts as per the usual, and he suddenly gets paranoid like we all do when we do that shit and he thinks "if anyone in here is a mind reader, cough if you can hear me." and he. he hears a cough. and jeremy freezes and turns around to face michael mell, this kid he's had a crush on for a while but never talked to, and he thinks "cough if you can hear me," again. (cont)

oh my GOD!!! wow so im very in love with mind reader!michael. before tackling that hilarious scenario, theres like. so much to explore here

  • MICHAEL who can READ MINDS. in ur sitch, you imply that he cant talk back into minds, which is just so lonely, i think. he’ll learn pretty early that what he’s got isn’t Normal after many instances of him answering questions that werent asked or him knowing things he shouldnt. his mom needs to sit him down and tell him that they’re a little different. not bad. just different. but that other people dont like this and you have to be quiet about it.
  • which michael find endlessly unfair. he has to be the quiet one when he has to deal with the constant chatter of minds all around him that never stops? it sucks, but he’s read enough xmen to understand why.
  • but it is NOISY. his headphones are godsend and music does a lot to help, but those can only go so far in drowning out the noise.
  • some thoughts are quiet and michael needs to strain to hear the words past the soft murmurs. things like his mom making a grocery list in her head or some kid he passed by on the sidewalk counting red cars as they drove by. mundane things are quiet, but the more emotional they get, the louder they become. happy thoughts are loud thoughts, but so are angry ones and terrified ones.
  • and it doesnt just equate to sound. to a certain degree, michael can feel thoughts, if they are strong enough. which is pretty much hell on michael’s senses. happy thoughts feel nice, but too much is overwhelming. dont even get him started on negative thoughts. those feel like bile and nails against a chalkboard.
  • against all odds, michael gets used to it. he finds his own ways to cope with the side effects of being plugged in to everybody else’s mind, but the one thing he couldnt deal with was the loneliness.
  • constantly, he feels like he’s intruding. while mind reading comes with so many cons, michael sees himself at an unfair advantage concerning everybody else. after all, he knows things about people before they say it. sometimes he knows things about people that they maybe didnt want anybody to know. it’s hard to make friends in that kind of situation.
  • and it’s really hard not being able to tell anybody at all.


  • oh boy okay so. michael probably knows jeremy. not knows-him-as-a-friend, but he’s heard his mind before. jeremy’s head is…a bit of a mess.
  • (see, michael has come across a lot of minds in his life. some minds are more organized than others. some are bustling with energy while others a bit more subdued. some are bright and others are so dark michael has to stop himself from crying in public. often, he wonders what his mind looks like, but he cant really trust his mom when she only says nice things because she’s his mom. )
  • anyway, jeremy’s mind is like being inside a washing machine. things tumbling everywhere. jeremy’s head does not shut up. ever. the kid is always thinking about stuff like “oh, im walking pretty weird, i gotta fix that” or “she’s looking at me. what did i do? is there something on my face? is it my face?” or, and this one pops up a lot it makes michael’s heart hurt, “i wish i wasnt like this”
  • (so many times, michael almost speaks to jeremy out of nowhere to just. compliment the guy. he’s really not as bad as he thinks himself out to be. jeremy’s head might be self destructing 24/7, but he’s a good person. and he’s cute too WHATEVER. but michael is pretty sure that if he tells jeremy that his hair is nice, jeremy will spiral into paranoia where he’ll think michael is fucking with him. so michael doesnt say anything. he just silently hopes that maybe jeremy gets a day or two where his mind can stop beating himself up over every tiny thing)
  • michael gets to know jeremy’s anxiety before he gets to know jeremy, and thats mostly because in addition to never shutting up, jeremy’s brain is also very loud. maybe it has something to do with how jeremy is always on edge, but michael doesnt know. what he does know is that jeremy heere, professional anxious teenager, decides to spend this math class just thinking about sex. LOUDLY.
  • it starts with a stray thought about the porn jeremy watched last night then it spirals into various random fantasies and michael wants to jump out the window. not because any of it is weird!!! but just because this is WAY TOO PERSONAL. michael tries his best to concentrate on parabolas, but jeremy throws up an image of GAHHH!! he tries to concentrate on trisha in the front row who’s got a bad case of song-stuck-in-head, which is the next best thing to real music but then jeremy goddamn heere derails him with LOUD MOANING. (which might??? be his????)
  • record scratch. jeremy’s head goes eerily quiet. then, very deliberately, he thinks “ if anyone in here is a mind reader, cough if you can hear me.”
  • it’s RIDICULOUS but it’s also the first time he’s ever been addressed in this way. it’s kind of incredible, and all the “dont tell anybody” momentarily disappears in the face of jeremy “sex thoughts” heere talking to him using his head.
  • so he coughs. and jeremy turns his head. they make eye contact and michael very deliberately starts coughing.
  • jeremy’s head is quiet for a tense few seconds
  • then jeremy thinks, “well fuck”

and thus starts the very awkward beginning of michael and jeremy’s friendship. the possibilities for this are endless but this answer is already too long khfkjdfh

anonymous asked:

Implausible problem #16372920: Tenten's weapon shop is failing because the Shinobi system is supposedly like "haha we don't need ninja" BUT literally people buy stuff like that all the time as weird collectors. Walk into any Asian themed curio shop and you're going to be confronted with a huge ass weapons market so literally now I'm just angry realizing Kishi just wants to screw over female characters and... idk I don't know where I was going with this. Have some salt to share.

When you think about how issue 700 is a “where are they now” issue, with characters getting 1-3 panels each, how they appear in that small space matters even more.

Let’s rate all the female character appearance in 700 based on how much they uplift or downcast the character.

Anko: one of the only characters whose face is bright and cheerful in 700… but, she’s fat… and while I would really like to believe that making her fat isn’t meant to be making her a joke… well. We’ll give this portrayal 8 points out of 10, since at least she’s happy.
Hinata: genuinely looks happy, visiting cousin’s grave, being a good mom, 10/10
Tenten: miserable, failing business, all alone, 0/10
Temari: lecturing her son but gets ignored by him, is serving her brothers drinks but is uninvolved in actual ninja business, pinched face, 2/10
Ino: enraged, instantly blows up into bitch fest with Karui whom she addresses with utter loathing, the men trying impotently to calm the women down 1/10
Karui: tbh it is kinda fucking horrible that Karui treats the InoShikaCho formation so lightly. even if there is peace, there may not always be peace, and traditions like that are important to pass down. fight me, Karui. fight me right now. 1/10
Kurenai: hanging out at home in her kimono looking older than she should (does Kishimoto have any idea how 40-50 year old women actually look? Tsunade un-henged has the same issue in the original series, Jiraiya looks fantastic but Tsunade looks like the crypt keeper), looking confused as her daughter dashes off to Actually Ninja, 6/10
Tsunade: let the bitch fest commence! actually Tsunade is probably fine with this as long as there is an open bar. 10/10
Terumi Mei: one-dimensional character is one-dimensional. oh boo hoo hoo I’m a drop dead gorgeous kunoichi with two kekkei genkai but no body wants to date me boo hoo hoo WTF. in what possible universe would this woman have trouble finding a man. 0/10

Ga-chk indeed. At least she’s basically doing some kind of ninja thing here though. 8/10
Sakura: Woo boy. She’s shown dusting, complete with kerchief and apron.

Ok. let me get this straight. I’m a housewife, ok? Far be it from me to say that housewives are stupid, lame, useless, whatever. They/we are not. And housework and “low skill” cleaning is unfairly devalued, especially coded feminine tasks. But even I, who is comfortable in my identification as a feminist housewife, would not want to be depicted in a “where are they now” montage fucking dusting.

And Sakura is, at least supposedly, not just a housewife. She has really specific, important, rare skills regarding healing. It would make more sense for her to hire someone to do household chores (at a living wage!) so that she could spend more time keeping people from fucking dying. And then spend her well-earned off-time kicking back with a drink with an umbrella in it.

But it really comes down to this.

Did Kishimoto draw Naruto mowing the lawn? Did he draw Sasuke washing his clothes in a stream? No, he didn’t, did he?



Kurotsuchi: literally the only female in the room during the kage conference. She gets a 10/10 but we’ve gone from two female kages and three female bodyguards as of the fourth war, to one female kage and no female bodyguards. so that’s 10/50.

Final score: BOO YOU FAIL

anonymous asked:

What is your opinion on season 4 so far?

this is probably confusing, but stay with me: i don’t “really” consider us in season four yet! 

su was originally renewed for three seasons: all ~52 episodes, give or take turning an ep into a series of shorts. that’s how they were written - while the overall story is more important than the format, we can expect whatever happens at the end of season ‘five’ to be more of a “finale” than the end of season ‘four’, because that’s really just the midseason finale of season three (like ocean gem for season one). 

cartoon network arbitrarily decided to split the seasons: cutting s2 in half, and the same with s3, so they could make the ‘happy announcement’ that su had been renewed for two more seasons… but it’s the same number of episodes, just a confusing season split, for some reason. you still get 155-ish episodes.

(i made a chart!) 

due to how it was originally written, and since i think it’s unfair to compare a 52 episode-season to a 26 episode one, i still think of this as the first half of season three. with that in mind, we have a lot of very interesting setup: 

while hindsight will allow us to reflect on it as a whole, this half-season is the one that feels the most like steven’s season to me. 

he needed a good while to cope with the recent events like bismuth, jasper’s corruption, really everything about rose. he’s taken his time to try to re-connect with people, vent and figure things out (this has been a very frequent theme: the kindergarten kid, know your fusion, mindful education, future boy zoltron, onion gang, gem harvest, the zoo arc, storm in the room, tiger philanthropist and room for ruby all deal with this to an extent). he particularly wants to know how to feel about rose, in order to figure out how to feel about himself.

Originally posted by m-adz

in addition to seeking answers and closure by himself, he’s needed a lot of help. from connie, garnet, amethyst, greg, pearl, human contacts, peridot and lapis. he’s just… incredibly frustrated, and he still feels like he can’t help as much as he wants to (the kindergarten kid, mindful education, the zoo arc, but also as a larger theme). things are a lot more complicated, and he’s felt very alone. this has lead him to rush into things (like the zoo arc) and desperately seek any avenue for information about rose. it’s come to the point (storm in the room) where he’s just had to tell himself how to feel, in order to feel ok again. 

he’s also repeatedly tried to connect with people, and help in any way he can (onion gang, future boy zoltron, gem harvest, rocknaldo, tiger philanthropist, room for ruby), but also realized it’s partially to help himself feel less alone (onion gang, gem harvest, tiger philanthropist). in the middle of that, he’s been exposed to more of gem culture, homeworld gems and even seen the diamonds at a particularly vulnerable time (steven’s dream, the whole zoo arc, room for ruby). after all this time, he still wants to help. he’s trying to figure out how, while living his life and finding more friends.

Originally posted by sapphirerose818

he’s got a lot to deal with. i think he’s more ready to face that than before (mindful education, the zoo arc, storm in the room, room for ruby)… but he still doesn’t have answers, and he’s agitated the crystal gems won’t tell him everything (again, the zoo arc, but this is a bigger theme in general). we’ve seen they want to help (steven’s dream), and want to make efforts to make him feel better (tiger philanthropist). 

in the middle of all of this, you have gems like peridot and lapis falling into sort of a status quo situation where they - and lapis in particular - sort of stay away from the crystal gems without addressing bad blood, because she’d rather just live peacefully. the show has made several points out of how she’s not thriving (gem harvest, the new crystal gems, room for ruby), and how she’s still deeply flawed, frustrated and occasionally quite angry at both others and herself (all three eps i just mentioned). i believe that will come to a head, even if she’s trying to live normally and doesn’t really ‘want’ to be a focus (not to mention if jasper comes back). 

Originally posted by pastfuturevision

Originally posted by doafhat

it seems that in any season, the ‘second half’ has more payoff in general. sure, there’s coping with what happens in the midseason finale, and occasional attempts at restoring some semblance of normality… but things are going to change, especially leading up to the season finale - aka the “serious corner” rebecca sugar said she would write us into, as she said she was “shooting for the moon” in the upcoming half. if you’re a ‘plot’ kind of person, that’s probably gonna be more up your ally. personally, i’m still curious about the rest of this half-season: “lion” episodes are very interesting… assuming lion 4: alternate ending is still next, i’m excited for that. 

i also think something is gonna be shaken up in the midseason finale, as usually happens (mirror gem/ocean gem, message received/log date). it could be a lot of things: the return of jasper, the rubies, new forces from the diamonds, possibly with steven heading towards some kind of epiphany or learning a new (big) truth, or lapis becoming tired of this life and finding something to take her out of retirement… or maybe something completely unpredictable! there’s a lot of things in progress, and it’s hard to say where it’s going. 

there are many other things i could have mentioned, that might become important (how often steven’s guilt for rose’s actions is brought up, how yellow diamond is planning something, how we’ve learned more about jasper, how peridot’s become a stronger metalbender, how amethyst’s become pretty happy in general, garnet’s worries, ect), but this is the kind of stuff that’s gonna be much easier to reflect on once we’re past midseason. 

for now, i like this season a lot. i particularly think it’s been better at tying steven’s issues and trauma into both human and gem episodes, and that the whole mess around rose is fascinating. 

Originally posted by stevensstars


Request: A Peter x reader, where they are together and Peter is receiving questions about how good she is in bed and other sexual questions towards the reader, because it’s ‘in her nature.’ @mazuru7

“I’ll stop by after school,” you promised as you doodled on your notebook. Peter rested his chin in his hand to get a closer look at you. When he didn’t answer immediately, you looked up at him confusedly. He was giving you this look he gave you often. You weren’t really sure what it was about  and you’d probably never ask him about it. It didn’t seem like a bad thing so what was the point?

“Parker,” you called, snapping him out of his reverie.

He turned a bit red, “Sorry, what?”

“I’ll stop by your place after school to do this project,” you repeated, “my parents won’t be home tonight and they’re not cool with me inviting people over while they’re gone. But as long as your Aunt May is home, my mom doesn’t care.”

“She will be,” he nodded.

“Good. Sorry about all the rules and guidelines. I have to put paperwork in three business days in advance before I can do anything.”

“I don’t mind. I like your mom,” he pointed out matter-of-factly.

“Most people do. She’s extra nice to you though… like more nice than she is to Michelle even… but I guess Michelle is just another one of her kids by now so bad comparison. You know yesterday she was just in my house helping my mom make dinner. She didn’t even make plans with me.”

“You guys are neighbors,” Peter shrugged.

You scoffed, “I think mom just wants me to keep you forever, though. You’ve got potential to be filthy rich,” you joked.

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah you gotta catch the millionaires when they’re young and broke.”

“I think she likes you because you’re not an asshole,” you said truthfully.


“I like you because you’re not an asshole too. That and you’re an unbelievable nerd.”

You looked back down at your notebook, looking over the notes for the upcoming project. The amount of work ahead of you made you groan and rest your head on Peter’s shoulder. This would take two weeks at the least. Two weeks in which you also needed to study for three exams and a paper. Peter put a timid arm around your shoulder. He was still getting used to the idea that he could actually touch you. He was constantly playing it safe. You weren’t sure he even looked at anything in your “bathing suit area”. His timid nature was welcome and a beautiful change from other guys you had dated who would grab a handful of your ass in front of God himself if nobody reprimanded him. Peter was acutely different from the other boys in your school, in the cheesy high school ways, and in more nuanced ways that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“It’s an easy assignment and we work well together, it’ll be done in no time,” he assured.

“I’m sure it will be, but I’ve just got a lot of stuff to do.”

“I can help you study for Anatomy,” he offered earnestly but of course you burst out into laughter.

“I’m sure you could Parker,” you laughed.

“That is not what I meant, and aren’t you guys on the cat dissections!” he called out, embarrassment making him louder.

“I knew what you meant, and yes we are. I need to memorize the muscles on the cat so that means being in the biology lab and inhaling ungodly amounts of formaldehyde.”

“Yep that’s hot,” he grumbled in disgust.

“Well the cats are warm now,” you shrugged.

“Ugh!” he groaned, “how can you do that stuff?”

“Mind over matter.”

The bell rang and the two of you got up. Peter wound up walking you to class as you told him about the other wonders of Anatomy and Physiology. He was largely grossed out, but he had an unquenchable desire to learn so as much as he was disgusted he was also intrigued. He held your hand and your book bag. You were sure most of your muscle mass came from carrying around so many papers and text books, so you wondered how Peter effortlessly carried both your book bag and his. You’d seen his book bag, at any given time he had at least three text books inside. It was another one of those things you rarely questioned aloud.

“We cut through the ribs with scissors. It was awful. I think a career as a serial killer is out.”

“Damn, now you’re stuck with boring stuff like drug trafficking,” he stopped at your class and leaned against the wall beside the door.

“I’ve got to make my family proud somehow.”

“Good luck with that, I’m going into stripping you’ll never beat that,” he laughed a little.

You tried to keep a straight face but failed as you laughed, “I’ll see you this evening, around 6. If you’re not there I’ll just tell Aunt May about how you sneak into my room at night just to talk.”

“I will definitely be there.”

Peter left so he could make it to his class on time. He vaguely noticed people’s eyes following him. He was used to it now. You were something close to popular in school, which made him something like a first husband to your legacy. Which depending on you who you asked could be a good or a bad thing. You weren’t just known for your dazzling personality and looks, Peter knew that but honestly the dazzling personality is what sold him. Sure you looked good, really good, but he wouldn’t have done more than pined from across the room if that’s all there was to you. It was your genuine kindness that drew him in, nothing else mattered to him. Your exes and whatever they had to say was a part of your story, sure, but it didn’t do much for your character either way. As he stepped into industrial tech he made brief, unavoidable eye contact with your ex boyfriend. He was a grade A asshole, and he struggled to understand why you even bothered though you explained it one night on the phone.

“Sometimes I see depth in people where there is none. I thought he might have been some brooding bad boy from the movies… you know before I realized the guys in the movies suck.”  you sighed, voice masking would he assumed were tears.

“How’s our girl Parker? She invited you for dinner yet?” Adam, your ex jeered. Peter pulled in a deep breath and reminded himself that punching the jerk in the mouth would be counterproductive. It would upset you and Aunt May. Mr. Stark would probably be disappointed. It was best to ignore Adam. He’d lose interest, sooner versus later. Peter wasn’t that lucky, today. Adam decided to have a conversation with his friend very loudly.

“They’ve been dating about three months, by that point Y/N had already let me-” Peter put on his headphones reminding himself that starting a fight over this was petty and inane. Adam was an asshole with capital A, not worth the effort.

Miraculously he made it through his last class, but on his bus ride home things only escalated.

“Parker! Come on, tell us about our girl,” Adam yelled. Peter gritted his teeth, “she show you what she can do with her mouth?”

“How about you tell me what her right hook feels like?” Peter asked referencing the time Adam had been stupid enough to grab you in the hall. You got off with a warning thanks to parental involvement and evidence that Adam had instigated the situation. It was a solid punch, somebody obviously taught you how to punch like a heavyweight champ because Adam’s mouth was swollen and bruised for weeks.

“What was that, punk?” Adam grabbed Peter by the collar.

“Get your hands off of me,” Peter demanded.

“It’s not my fault you’re dating the high school whore. I just wanna know how much she’s put out for ya,” Adam pushed Peter back in his seat and made to grab him again. A hard punch in the nose thwarted that plan. Peter planned on stopping there. There was already a scene being made on the bus and he was sure the bus driver was looking for a place to pull over to address the situation. However, Adam wasn’t done.

“You and your fucking whore ass girlfriend are dead.”

Just like that Peter was punching Adam and any one of Adam’s friends that tried to join in.  When you got to Peter’s place you’d already heard about what had happen. You had friends on his bus and social media was already on it. Aunt May opened the door, she didn’t seem particularly happy to see you. You could imagine why. Peter had never been in this much trouble before and it was all centered around you.

“Hi, May,” you greeted, forcing yourself to meet her gaze.

“Hello, Y/N, Peter’s grounded so…”

“We have a school project… and I really need to talk to him. Please you know the last thing I want is Peter getting hurt.” you pleaded.

May looked at you for a moment, obviously deliberating whether or not to let you in, “Tell me what’s all this about first. Peter won’t talk.”

She let you in and you sat in the kitchen and told her the story in a hushed voice.

“I’m sure Adam instigated it and once they run the tapes, it’ll show… I didn’t ask him to do any of that-”

“I know, I know, honey,” Aunt May put her head in his hands, “I just don’t know what to do with him.”

“I know I’m a kid… but I think you should just give him a chance to tell his side. Can I talk to him, now?”

“Yeah… Y/N you’re a good girl, you know?”

“Thanks, May.”

You hurried up to Peter’s room and knocked on the door, “Peter it’s me.”

“Come in.”

You opened the door slowly and stepped in ready to see bruises like the time some kid named Steve and his friends jumped him. He sat on his bed seemingly in perfect condition. You sat beside him and carefully rested your head on his shoulder.

“What happened Peter?” you whispered. He told you everything, the words just kept spilling out, and you understood how he would have felt. You sighed and kissed his cheek when he was done.

“Peter, you can’t do this. People are going to say stupid stuff,” you murmured, “and they’re going to call me names because I’ve had sex with people. If you can’t handle that-”

“That’s not what makes me angry. It’s the hypocrisy! How can they try to make you look bad when it takes two consenting people to have sex? You don’t deserve that.”

“Not many people in this world are as good as you Peter,” you reminded, “you can’t fight every punk with a dumb opinion.”

“He kept calling you ‘our girl’,” he grumbled, “and I was waiting on him to touch me so I could have a good reason to hit him and he did…”

“Peter I’m with you and only you. Adam is just an insecure ass who can only come second if it’s in track and field,” you joked pulling a rueful laugh out of Peter. You looked down and noticed his hands in his lap. His knuckles were badly bruised. You took his hands and pressed a kiss to every knuckle.

“Who knew my sweet little nerd could throw hands?” you joked again to lighten the mood. He didn’t laugh, so you looked up at him curiously, he was giving you that look again.

“What?” you finally asked. He brought a hand up to your cheek, you leaned into the touch, still looking up at him curiously. He was getting closer, and you realized what he was, at a snail’s pace, going for.

“Kiss me, Parker,” you smiled. He pressed his lips to yours hard. He kissed you until you were breathless until you felt like you were going to explode with butterflies. When the two of you separated, you immediately went in for another kiss. When you’d tempered back your own eagerness, you rested your head on his shoulder again.

“You are something else, Peter.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“It’s acutely you and I think you are a good thing,” you offered, “just stay out of fist fights, okay?”


~Mod Lillian

Growing Love -1- Suga

Originally posted by jiminiminii

Growing Love - Suga - Requested by @mxrxxsxh 💜

Parts: Masterlist |01| |02| 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 |

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Word count; 3.706

Synopsis: Marrying someone you didn’t know was something you never thought you’d do but as you didn’t want to defy your parents you decided to do it and when you met Min Yoongi you felt you made the right decision as you both agreed that love needed to grow.

“Mom, you can’t be serious right?”

“I’m dead serious, we have decided that you need to marry someone wealthy and he is at the top of that list.”

“But I don’t even know the guy, how can you expect me to marry him?”

“You know, your father and I didn’t know each other when we got married.”

“Wrong example mom, you don’t even live together.”

“But that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“You don’t have a choice because we will be meeting them later on.”

“Are you crazy, what about the guy, does he even want to marry?”

“Just do as I say and maybe it will be okay, love has to grow.” that was so lame and it looked like she got it from some corny love story but then again you had read those novels as well and there was some truth in what she said because in all those stories, love did grow after marrying and she wouldn’t set you up with someone that wasn’t handsome and nice right?

“Whatever, I will change.” you stomped away to your room and you weren’t surprised to see she had put out a dress to wear, you weren’t going to be that obedient though and started rummaging through your closet and when you found the short black dress, a smile crawled on your face because this would definitely shock your mother but she kind of deserved it for setting you up like this but then again you didn’t want the guy you were about to marry, think you were some kind of pervert but you also didn’t want to look all attractive, so you got out ripped jeans and a blouse, you put your hair in a high pony and put on just the basics in the make-up department, as you were inside you didn’t need to wear shoes, which was a plus because knowing your mother she’s probably hid your shoes. When you were done, you decided to work on your editing of a book, which was your job, well side job because you were actually studying meds, as your father was head of the hospital.

You were so enthralled by the story that you didn’t hear the doorbell and your mother had to come and get you, which made her even angrier. “Don’t do this to me Y/N.” but you were startled by her angry voice and as you were leaning back, the chair gave out and you actually fell backward. “Y/N!” she yelled and the only thing you could do was laugh because this must look really stupid. “Is everything okay here?” you immediately stopped laughing when you heard that voice and looked up to see a black haired guy staring back at you with an amused smile on his face. You quickly stood up after a fight with the chair, which must look ridiculous and bowed to the guy “I’m fine.” you stood upright and locked eyes with the guy and you just knew he was the one you were going to marry and if so it would probably be worse for him as you weren’t the most pretty or slim person as you loved to eat.

“Let’s eat shall we.” your mother suddenly suggested and you really wasn’t looking forward to this because you felt awkward but there was nothing you could do about it, so you ended up following her and the guy downstairs and to your surprise your father was there as well and when he saw you, you could tell he wasn’t approving your outfit but why would you dress like someone you’re not? Especially when you had to marry the guy, you really didn’t want to deceive him and yes, of course, it was payback and that was also something your father knew.

“Y/N, this is Min Yoongi and you will marry him in two weeks.” your mouth dropped because that was way too fast, you threw a glance at Min Yoongi but he was just gently smiling at you, as if he was trying to tell you it was going to be okay, which you doubted and let’s be real for a second, he was probably cursing everyone at this table but just inside his head, this made you smile. “What is so funny Y/N?”

“Nothing, I just felt like smiling.” you know you were being a weirdo but you couldn’t help it but at least Min Yoongi looked like he was enjoying himself, so that was good right? “Getting back to the main subject, the marriage will be holding place in two weeks, the invites have all been accepted and your dress has been made, you just need to fit it, Yoongi will accompany you as he needs to see his tux and it will be a good opportunity to get to know each other, don’t you think Yoongi?”
“I think you’re right abeonim.” there was no way he was this nice, it was just not possible but to keep the peace you just nodded and smiled at everyone. After a while the conversation at the table made it so that you just sat there listening, they were actually discussing the marriage as if you were not a part of it when you suddenly felt a hand on your hand, which made you look up from your plate. “Let’s get out of here.” he got up and excused himself, which you followed and as you followed hi into your garden you couldn’t help but check him out. He wasn’t tall but that was okay because you weren’t tall as well, his physique was slim and his legs were better than mine and again you felt embarrassed about your weight, hopefully he didn’t mind chubby girls not that you were so chubby but you also weren’t looking like a Korean singer or actress.  

“Excuse me uh Min Yoongi?” you weren’t sure how to address him as you didn’t know if he was older or not but he stopped and turned “you can call me Oppa if you want.” he smiled and that settled it because this meant he was definitely older but you couldn’t be that much older. “Oppa, where are we going?”

“I think we need to talk a bit, don’t you agree?”

“We should.” he walked a bit further until you were sitting between flowers, this was your favorite spot in the house because you were the only one who came here as your mother was allergic to flowers and you dad, well it was a miracle that he showed up at all. It felt awkward and you just couldn’t look at him “I’m sorry about this.” you mumbled and you saw him turning his head towards you “Why?”

“You probably didn’t want to marry for a long time and now you are forced to marry someone you don’t even know.”

“I have to admit when I was told about this, I wasn’t that happy but now I don’t mind and it’s for the best really.”


“You don’t recognize me, do you?” you turned your head and studied his face, to see if I had seen him somewhere but to be honest you had lived in Europe and didn’t really paid attention to Korean stuff, as you were way too busy with studying. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay but I’m a rapper slash Idol.”

“Really?! Are you in a Kpop group then?” he nodded with a smile and this made you wonder why he wanted to marry because he couldn’t be older than twenty-five right? “I’m in the group BTS but were on a small break, as we have been touring for almost a year, so we have some time off and this idea of marrying someone comes from the company after I got involved in a scandal, so I guess they are trying to smooth it over by making me marry and well it will also help financially.”

“So what you’re saying it that I’m your scapegoat and you want my money as well?” you were feeling offended but not angry because at least he was honest with you, it still sounded weird that the company made him marry and you couldn’t help but wonder what he had done that brought him in so much trouble but it still didn’t make sense why they had picked you out, wasn’t it better to get a girl that looked beautiful and into music? “I know that face, you’re wondering why you right? You nodded curiously and mentally you were bracing yourself for something insulting but he smiled at you probably to make you feel at ease. “I picked you out after I saw you walking by, you were playing with this little boy and after that I just couldn’t put your laugh out of my head and that’s why I picked you.” you looked at him as if he had lost his damn mind because why would you pick out your life partner based on his or her laugh.

“Don’t look at me like that, your laugh felt warm and inviting, so I made it really clear that if they made me marry someone, it had to be you.”

“Are you crazy, what if you don’t like me or what if I don’t like you?”

“I’m Min Yoongi, of course, you will like me and look at it this way, you will have a lot of freedom, as I’m always busy or away.”

“That sounds really lonely, to be honest.”

“You know that saying about love needs to grow.” you rolled your eyes because it was obvious that he has been talking to your mother and you couldn’t help but smile at his cheesiness. “Aigoo, did you spend time with my mother, because she used that exact line at me earlier today.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was a good thing that you could read people easily and you knew that even though he was trying to make you feel better, he was a mess inside, it was the expressions on his face that he forgot to hide, whenever he thought you weren’t looking and you had to be honest that you were curious about him and he was really good looking, so why act all difficult, you should just go along with it but there was one thing that kept crossing your mind but you weren’t sure if you could talk about that with him because well in Europe it was really not a big deal but in Korea, it just wasn’t something you’d talk about but you really had to. “Oppa?”


“Well this is, I mean I’m not a pervert, really but when we are married, you know, about the honeymoon..”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Well I don’t want to, you know have.” you took a deep breath and just blurted it out. “Sex.” you hid your face in the palms of your hands and you only looked up when you heard him chuckle. “You know, you are cute when you get shy but I agree with you.” your face fell and before you could hide it he took your hands in his and caressed the knuckles gently. “It’s not because of what you’re thinking but I like to know someone before having sex.”


“Of course, we will first get to know each other better and if it happens, it happens, just don’t think about it too much.” Right as if that was possible now because even though you didn’t want to do it, you also wanted it but that was only because he was so good looking.

“Okay, let’s get married then.”

“Let’s tell our parents that they can arrange the wedding.” he got up and stretched out his hand and you knew he was just testing you, to see if you were open enough to take his hand and without even thinking about it, you grabbed his hand and together you walked back to the dining room and as your parents looked at your hands and a smile appeared on their faces and  your mother even clapped her hands. “That’s settled then, in two weeks you will be married.” your mother got up and hugged you both just like the others and you just kept smiling even though you felt more like crying and your dad knew this and within minutes, he had convinced that you had to go in early because you had to be at the hospital first thing in the morning.

“Well my bride to be, I will call you to meet up before we get married okay?” you nodded and bowed slightly. “Thank you, Oppa.” after saying goodbye you didn’t even say goodnight to your parents and ran immediately to your room, where you let yourself fall on the bed and screamed into the pillow when you suddenly remembered that he mentioned that he was in this K-pop group. You quickly grabbed your iPad and typed in the name and sure enough there were hundreds of articles about them and not to mention the youtube videos and soon you were completely addicted to them and it was also the best way to get to know Yoongi better without putting in too much effort, the way he acted in front of the camera, well it was kind of cute and savage at the same time, this guy called himself a genius but then again the amount of work he did for bts was a lot and the music was actually really good and his raps were awesome, you especially liked him as his alter ego Agust D. You couldn’t find anything about a scandal though, which was a bit weird but you weren’t planning on turning the internet inside out just to know what happened.

Now that you got to know him a little bit better, you didn’t feel that bad about marrying him and you decided it was for the best to just cooperate and when you had to fit dresses, you didn’t complain once and eventually you even felt happy whilst shopping for wedding stuff and the dress you picked looked amazing as well, it wasn’t too revealing but it wasn’t prudish, it had lace and the dress was white, you didn’t wear a veil but little roses and to your surprise Yoongi actually called you after a week. “Hello?”

“It’s yoongi, can I pick you up tomorrow?”

“Sure, what time?” he told you the time and at first you felt nervous but the next day you were excited to go out with him even though it was just a simple fitting. After watching all those video’s you just felt excited when you thought about him, this was mainly because you were curious if he was like that in real life or if he had a double personality and when the bell rung, you quickly put on your sneakers and yelled at your mother that you would be back later. Yoongi was waiting for you against his car, which was a fine car and it totally suited him. You bowed slightly whilst greeting him and when you finally arrived at the bridal store he excused himself to fit the tuxedo he had bought and you put your dress on for the last fitting and you were happy that they didn’t have to adjust anything anymore. “You look beautiful.” Yoongi was smiling at you and as he casually walked towards you, he checked you out and you could tell he was satisfied with what he was seeing. He stopped when he was in front of you and out of the blue he reached out his hand and caressed your cheek and he even touched your collarbone, which sends shivers through your body. He was making eye contact with you and there was something you hadn’t seen before, he was really happy, at least that was, what his eyes were telling you and you couldn’t help but smile at him. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“I know.” he gently flicked your nose before he did a step back, which made you take a deep breath because you had been holding it while he was so close. “You know I looked you up and I really like your music.” you couldn’t help but to admit that you were a fan as well but that you would never act like a crazy fan, which made him laugh “I don’t mind you acting like a fan, it will only make you cuter.” with that he disappeared to get changed and you did exactly the same thing, when you came out you were wearing skinny jeans and a light colored sweater, which flats on your feet.  “So what now?”

“How would you feel about meeting my brothers?”

“Really?” he nodded and helped you get in the car. “I would love to meet them.”

“Good because I need to practice for our comeback, which will be in two months but with the honeymoon, it will be hard to catch up, so that’s why I have to practice the entire week, I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind, I love to see you guys dance and I promise I won’t be in the way.”

“I know you won’t.” he stopped in front of a big building and as you two entered the room, music was already greeting you and you couldn’t help but sing-a-long but you stopped when you entered the room, the guys were all sweaty and it looked like every girl’s dream, they were so handsome and had you mentioned sweaty but they all turned to Yoongi and you and smiled and you were startled when if you were correct J-hope started to scream out of excitement and you even took a step back, which Yoongi noticed. “Yah Hobi, calm down, you’re freaking her out.” which made you feel worse because you didn’t want him to think you didn’t like him.

“Ah it’s okay, I just didn’t expect it.” you quickly bowed to J-hope and as the others followed you looked at Yoongi to see if he was going to introduce you but he was already walking to the locker room to probably change his clothes. “So you’re the girl he’s going to marry.” you nodded and you could tell they were trying to see if there was something they didn’t like. “Please make him happy.” this was Jimin and you smiled reassuringly to him. “Of course I will,” you promised and after meeting everyone, these guys were like brothers and it was a privilege to see them dance but you were getting hungry with every passing second and you really needed to eat so there was just one thing you could do. “Are you guys hungry?” you yelled over the music and they stopped the music without a single thought. “We are, why?”

“Would you guys like to join me for dinner? It’s on me.”

Let us first change.” you waved him off and that’s how your friendship began with the guys and the week passed by like crazy, everything you did was wedding this, wedding that and you couldn’t wait until it was over and as the day started, you were surrounded by different people to turn you into the perfect bride, your hair got pinned up, with a few loose curls around your face, the roses were in braided, which hurt like crazy but it was worth it and when you were finally done, you couldn’t help but feel satisfied with the way you looked and you were pleased to see you even lost a bit of weight, when you arrived at the venue, Yoongi greeted you with a wide smile, he checked you out and you did the same thing, because he looked amazingly handsome in his black suit, it was just a simple looking suit but it fitted him so well. “You look stunning.” he kissed you on your cheek, which surprised you but you didn’t show it to him. “You look handsome as well.” you smiled and as he stretched out his hand, you couldn’t help but hesitate for a second. “Are you ready?” you looked at him for one more time and his face stood friendly and that’s when you decided to put all your faith in Yoongi “I am, let’s do this.” the door opened and together you walked to the end of the runway.

You two had decided on the classic ritual because you didn’t know each other that well, Do you Y/N, come here freely and without reservation to give yourself to Min Yoongi in marriage? If so, answer “I do.” you looked to Yoongi and smiled “I do.” which made him smile in return.

“Min Yoongi, do you come here freely and without reservation to give yourself to Y/N in marriage? If so, answer “I do.” his expression became tender and it made you feel a bit weak in the knees and he smiled as he turned to you “I do.”

“Y/N, please repeat after me…” the officiant was Yoongi PD and he had been smiling the entire time, which made these next words even easier.

“I, Y/N
take you, Min Yoongi
to be my husband.
I will share my life with yours,
Build our dreams together,
Support you through times of trouble,
and rejoice with you in times of happiness. I promise to give you
respect, love, and loyalty
through all the trials and triumphs
of our lives together.”

“Min Yoongi, please repeat after me.”

“I, Min yoongi,
take you Y/n,
to be my wife.
I will share my life with yours,
Build our dreams together,
Support you through times of trouble,
and rejoice with you in times of happiness. I promise to give you
respect, love, and loyalty
through all the trials and triumphs
of our lives together.”

After saying the vows you exchanged simple wedding rings, we again had decided not to put more vows because well we didn’t want to look fake, so when that was done you held each other’s hands and waited for Pd-nim to tell us we could seal it.

“Min Yoongi, you can now kiss your bride.”


Daddy (M)

Member: Yugyeom (Got7)

Genre: Smut 

 Hi. I was wondering if you could make a got7 yugyeom smut, with you calling him daddy and he teases you, making you really needy for him. And he ties you up to the bed. And the rest is up to you. 

 A/N: ok so im sorry if you dont like it cause im new to this daddy kink thing, as well as the tying up, but i tried. Also I know I said I was tired of writing smut. I had a little section of this to finish but I decided to do so. Admin 🌹


“When will you stop?“ “When I want to.” You sighed in annoyance from the fact your boyfriend, Yugyeom, has been making these sexual jokes. Not that you didnt enjoy them, but neither you liked them. It was just getting out of hand, and you needed it to stop before something slipped out your mouth. 

“When do you want to stop?” You asked trying to get smart with him. “Not anytime soon.” He replied walking into the kitchen. You groaned and stuffed your nose into your book. ‘How do I manage to live like this?’

 “Yugyeom, stop being so dadd…” Yugyeom snapped back around with a halfly surprised halfly sly expression. You abruptly put your yapping to a stop and whispered the rest of your life ending sentence “y…” He asked in a dark manner, “What was that? May you repeat it for me?” You obviously knew you messed up. He was going to tease you on and on, and that would be the end of you.

 It probably slipped out for the reason being, you were kind of turned on.

 You just didn’t want to show it. “I-I said nothing.” You trembled as you let more words out your mouth. “Oh really? Because I think I just heard a ‘Daddy’ from my baby.” You were getting even wetter from him walking closer at a slow pace. “Fuck you.” You heaved under your breath. “Daddy would enjoy that.” He said with a smirk before disappearing back into the kitchen. You were in deep trouble and you knew that. You dropped the book on the ground, that not being your interest at the moment. You wanted to know what would be happening tonight. ________________________________ 

 You stepped out of the shower, the thought of the event that occurred just a few hours ago now haunting your thoughts. As you stepped out the bathroom, you were surprised by slow but sexy music and Yugyeom. 

 With a rope. 

 With a smirk he signaled you over to stand in front of him. As you moved to your place he bit his lip, your lower area feeling wetter than before. “I heard you say you wanted to fuck me. Am I right, kitten?” You felt your knees slightly shake. You nodded your head. “I expect a spoken answer.” He affirmed sternly. He had a cold look in his eyes, making you even more needy. “Yes.” You croaked. “Yes what?” He asked with full confidence “Yes d-daddy…” “Good girl.” He softly praised. “But daddy would like his turn first.” He stood up and swiped the towel away from your tight grasp, showing your bare body whole.

He purred while licking his lips, examining what he has to work with. “Come on kitten. Make daddy want you more.” It took you a few seconds to take in what he said before your lost expression turned into darkened eyes and a smirk. You took in the music’s sound before starting to roll your hips. You moved to the rhythm slowly, touching yourself while doing so. Your sharp stare stayed at Yugyeom the whole time, and he returned the look with hungry eyes, making him look like in any second he’ll pounce and tear you up. 

 You ended by slowly walking to him and wrapping an arm around his neck and your leg positioned next to his hip. As soon as you made contact with him, his hands automatically held onto your waist as if he was holding on for dear life. Technically, he was. This was another side of Yugyeom. Something you’ve never opened before. It was so different, but you loved it. You loved how his eyes grew twice in size from seeing you, and shined brighter than before. You loved the sudden need for you that he had. You loved his automatic but unplanned moves he made.

 He looked at you with such a meaningful look in his eyes and smiled. “Lovely.” He croaked. He lightly laid you on the bed and took the rope from the nightstand and tied you to the headboard. This was surely something new since he barely tied or cuffed you, though you know about his collection that he thinks is ‘hidden’ in his closet.

 He slid off his pants to reveal the clothed dent through his underwear. Your mouth slightly started watering from the sight. He saw you and seemed happy with the reaction and slowly proceeded to take of the cloth hiding his manhood. As soon as it was all off, he climbed on top of you and played with you for a little bit. To him, your reaction was priceless. You were panting and your eyes went wide, reason being you are very sensitive.

 He was sliding his dick up and down the section between your breasts while massaging them, which again, was something you’ve never experienced before. It was so new but so nice. After a few minutes of touching you and whispering some nasty stuff in you’re ear and in general make you go crazy, he moved up to your face. “Now, kitten, let’s see what that pretty mouth of yours can do, hm?” And without warning, pushed his package into your mouth.

 You immediately gagged from how far he pushed down. Your eyes were watery as you circled your tongue around it, Yugyeom moaning in absolute pleasure. He continued thrusting into your mouth as you chocked, tears falling from your eyes. You ran your tongue over his member and sucked on it as he became a moaning mess. His thrust that used to be hard and forceful became softer and softer until he released into your mouth. 

You swallowed his release before he pulled out of your mouth, you both panting. He recovered quickly moving onto his favorite part. He moved back down your body to where your entrance is. His fingers traced your folds making you squirm just from his fingers making the slight contact. “You’re so wet.” He darkly mumbled loud enough for you to hear. 

He then began to rub your clit clock wise, which caused you to have dangerous spasms. “Does that feel good, babygirl?” He asked in his raspy voice. You grunted before a moaned “Yes” escaped your lips. “Yes what?” He stopped looking you in the eye scarily. “Y- yes daddy.” “I let you off this time. If I’m not properly addressed, that equals one slap. Understood?” “Yes daddy.” You quickly responded. “Good.” He said.

 Yugyeom slowly slid his member into you, you gasping from the sudden stretching of your entrance. He stopped once his head was inside. You became very annoyed and started rocking your hips just to find the side of your hip stinging. “Did I ask you to move?” He spat, his face an inch away from yours. “No daddy.” You squealed frightened. “If you want to get what you want, I expect you to be a good girl. Is that understood?” “Yes daddy.” Your mind was racing from how sexy he is angry.

 He got back to business, except he started pounding into you. You became a moaning mess while Yugyeom was grunting, putting more energy to each thrust. “Daddy!” You screamed as your eyes roll back. “That’s it baby. Scream my name so loud my family can hear it. Scream to everyone how much you love me.” His fast thrusts became sloppy until you saw stars and let your release go all over him, your whole body becoming limp. The same must have happened to him because you felt something spill inside you and he rolled aside.

 You both were breathing heavily. There was silence for a long time until Yugyeom finally spoke up. “Sorry. Did I go too far?” He slowly untied your wrists. “Yeah you did, but I admit, it was really hot.” You smiled. He smiled back and gave you a peck on the cheek. “So are you saying I should do this more often?” He asked before pulling you towards him and bringing up the covers to cover both of you.

 “You really should, Daddy.”

Swerve X Reader – A Human Crewmate - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – The Big Announcement

A/N – Based on a lot of @rocksinmuffin head-canons so extra special thanks to them for that. Without further ado, let’s introduce more of the crew ^_^

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

After a good night’s sleep and a shower, you felt phenomenally better, until there was a loud rapping at the door. Your heart raced at the unwelcome sound because the few bots that you knew, apart from Ultra Magnus and Rung, entered without knocking but it was definite, you’d never heard this knock before. You kept quiet, waiting to see if the mystery visitor would leave.

“Human, I’m co-captain Megatron, please may I enter?”

You released the breath you’d been holding, Rodimus had warned you this might happen.

Finger combing your still wet hair and attempting to look a little better than possible in the bath robe made from an old cleaning cloth, you called, “Sure, come on in.”

Megatron entered stiffly, frowning uncomfortably at the situation; he’d planned on avoiding you completely but with the upcoming announcement, it wasn’t possible. You meanwhile, were eager to be on your best behaviour, especially since the ex-warlord had overcome his previous issues with organics to visit you.

“Hello,” You greeted, almost shyly.

Megatron merely nodded in response, looking slightly more formidable with his red-eyes trained upon you.

The two of you stood in awkward silence for countless minutes until it became clear you’d have to speak first.

“I’m glad you came, it was-”

“You should leave,” he cut you off.

“Excuse me?”

Megatron hated himself for the upset expression on your face; he’d put that there. “This ship is no place for humans. I’ve met with Rodimus and Ultra Magnus, the decision has been reached that I shall offer you a choice. You may stay and go about the course that has currently been set or we can drop you off on the nearest organic planet where you would fit in more adequately. Being on an organic-friendly planet can be very advantageous. First, it would be more equipped to match your needs, second…”

Megatron started listing all the advantages of planet life and disadvantages of ship life; you realised quickly that he’d practiced this before coming to see you, somewhat like a student reciting a presentation to a teacher.

“Do you hate organics?” You interrupted after around ten minutes.

The question shocked Megatron, sending him into a silent panic under the calm exterior; had he really given the impression of hatred rather than concern?

“No human, I simply worry about your welfare here.”

“If you don’t mind me saying so Megatron, your argument is biased, you never bothered explaining the benefits of ship life, like the fact we speak the same language, or that some of you know a little about caring for a human, not that I can’t take care of myself. Not to mention, I know people here who I can hopefully call friends, if not acquaintances and at least here, I know what I’m getting into; planet-life is a mystery. And hey, who knows? Maybe one day, I’ll find this isn’t working and need to move, if that happens, I’ll come to you and ask for advice on planetary choices; until then, you’re stuck with me just as much as I’m stuck with you. I hope you can accept that.”

There was a cheer from the other side of your door, most definitely Rodimus who’d probably been listening in from the start. Megatron sighed at the lack of professionalism and at your decision; he hated it even more that your answer seemed to be well-thought out and rational. There was nothing else to do but admit defeat, “Very well human.”

He turned to leave, you called after him, making him pause, “The name’s (Y/N) by the way, I hope I can stay long enough to learn it.”

Megatron shuffled out, wondering how he was going to deal with you later down the line. Outside your room, Rodimus was beaming triumphantly, “I told you he was sassy,” he grinned.

“She, Rodimus,” Megatron corrected, “She.”


Now dressed in a plain, white, cotton shirt and pants and properly groomed, you took a few steadying breaths. You were hidden on a table behind Rodimus who was on a balcony above the crew, giving a long-winded speech that was somehow supposed to link to you.

“Without further ado,” Rodimus boomed, holding out his hand for you to stand on, and presenting you with a flourish, “Please welcome our newest crew-mate and only human, (F/N) (L/N).”

Noise erupted throughout the hall, some bots apprehensive, others disbelieving, a few furious, but most excited; it was truly overwhelming to be the centre of such attention. Questions of every possible sort were thrown at both captains which Rodimus silenced, shouting over the crowd, “Hey, hey, this is just as new to (Y/N) as it is to any of you and she is the one person surrounded by aliens and away from her home planet; try a little perspective, will ya? In the meantime, give her some room. If she approaches you and decides to tell her story, that’s fine but don’t all overcrowd her at once. (Y/N), do you have anything to add?”

You swallowed, glancing at the hundreds of bots below, Rung was among them, mouthing the word ‘breathe’ to you.

You nodded at him, addressing the crowd, “I know this is all a little new and scary but I think we can all get around this; if you have any questions later, I’ll try to answer them all, uh, thank you for your time.”

Swerve was delirious with excitement, there was a human on board. A human! Being so much smaller than the other mechs, he hadn’t really gotten a good look at you but that didn’t matter; he was going to make all the extra effort to meet you in person. He was so sure that it was going to be the best day of his life until he got to your hallway and saw the lengthy queue to your hub-suite. As far as the eye could see, mechs were lined up, the ones at the front pressing an audial to your door to see if you were even in.

Swerve’s mood plummeted; how on Cybertron would he meet you like this? Surely, there should be some kind of rule like the bots closest to your height got to meet you first, or better yet, bots with the most Earth knowledge. Still, his desperation to meet you was strong so if it took waiting the next three cycles waiting in line, he’d do it. Despite his strong resolve, Swerve quickly found he couldn’t wait long, mainly due to the amount of regulars at Swerve’s who kept finding him and demanding he opened the bar. As much as he wanted to stay and meet you, he did have patrons to serve. Plastering on a fake smile, Swerve headed jovially to the bar, hiding the disappointment he felt in his spark.

You cowered in the oversized supply closet, wishing desperately to be back in the safety of the hab-suite. The angry bot on the other side of the door continued screaming at you, “YOU HEAR THAT FLESH-STICK?! OL’ WHIRL’S GONNA KILL YA. HIDE IN THERE ALL YOU WANT, I’LL DESTROY YOU.”

You didn’t know what you’d done or said to offend Whirl but you prayed he’d calm down, fast.

“H-Hey, I’m really, really sorry for whatever I did, can we talk about this?” You quivered.


He blasted a hole through the door, making you squeal as he poked his optic through. You put up your hands, stammering, “Wait, wait, wait. Is it a human thing?”

“Finally, the blood-bucket gets it.”

“R-right, then you really don’t want to kill me because you’d be missing out on a huge opportunity.”

Whirl hesitated, glaring at you with contempt. Taking the pause as a good sign, you pressed on, “You want to kill humans but do you really know the most effective ways to do it? I mean, the best place you can learn it from is me so I’ll teach you some stuff I know if you don’t kill me now. You can still kill me later but just, wait a while?”

Whirl considered this and started laughing manically, “Alright bone bag, you teach me and I’ll leave you till last but if you trick me, I’ll peel the skin off your body, got it?”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from the… strongest bot here. Like, who else has the sheer power to blast through a door like that?” You attempted, stroking Whirl’s ego and opening what remained of the door carefully.

Whirl flexed, “Well y’know, it takes only the best.”

“Exactly, you’re spectacular.”

Whirl picked you up forcefully, placing you on his shoulder, “Keep the compliments coming Tiny, you’ve got a while left.”

“A while till what?”

“Till I get you back to your hab-suite, you’re gonna need to be well-rested for complimenting me tomorrow.”

“Right, how smart of you.”

“Yeah, just like that.”

And so, you kept bragging about Whirl, begging to hear some of his greatest accomplishments as he carried you proudly past curious onlookers to your room.

Getting back was worse than you’d thought; there was a horde of bots awaiting your return who rushed towards Whirl upon spotting you. Whirl held you above his head with one claw, firing a warning shot from his chest, “FIRST GUY TO TOUCH THE FLESH STICK GETS SCRAPPED.”

Everyone froze, examining Whirl to gauge whether he meant it or not. You squirmed against the pain blossoming in your chest where Whirl was gripping you tightly. Fortunately, the pain didn’t last long, you were lowered back to the floor as the mechs dispersed, all shooting hateful looks at Whirl on their way by. After that, only two remained, a large orange and white bot and a much smaller black and white one who wasn’t too much taller than you.

“What? You didn’t hear me?”

“Lay off it Whirl, Rewind just has a question for (Y/N),” the taller bot said, placing a loving hand on Rewind’s shoulder.

You felt comforted by the sight of the two bots, everything about them showed they were a couple; it was nice to see how some bots weren’t the different to humans in certain respects.

“I don’t know if my human even wants to talk to you. (Y/N)?”

You were quite glad to get away from Whirl after seeing how unstable he was. “For now I think it’ll be okay, you two want to come into my room?”

Despite the lack of a mouth, Rewind seemed to smile, “We’d love to, right Chromedome?”

Chromedome looked less certain but nodded anyway.

Reluctantly, Whirl turned to go, “You two are lucky she likes you, see you tomorrow meat bag.”

You let the two bots in hastily, apologising for the lack of Cybertronian sized furniture, and using the lift to raise you up to the table, closer to Chromedome’s height.

“Now, you had a question?”

“Yes,” Rewind confirmed, hardly containing his excitement. “You see, it’s my job to document history and I was wondering, if it’s not too much trouble, will you let me record some of your time on the ship? This is the only time most Cybertronians will see a human so…”

You glanced at the red light on Rewind’s helm, “Are you recording right now?”

“I’m always recording.”

“If you’re always recording, why do you need my permission?”

“Because I don’t just want to get scraps of you when we happen to cross paths, I want to be your shadow, please.”

“I don’t know… Am I really that interesting? I mean, you guys are so advanced and all.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re incredible and-” Rewind sighed, “I know I’m asking a lot but I’d love to hear about your culture, interests, philosophy, biology, everything.”

You mulled it over, ready to reject the proposal until you saw the hope in the small bot’s optics; you couldn’t deny that. “I’ll tell you what, you help me find my feet, tell me which bots to meet or avoid, give me a bit of a tour and you can film me.”

“Really?!” Rewind practically jumped for joy, “Great, where do we start? What’s your routine now? Have you settled into one yet? What about-”

You held up a hand, silencing him, “Tomorrow you can film me. Right now, I need to sleep.”

“Sleep! This keeps getting better, can I record you sleeping?”

You stared disbelievingly, looking to the other bot for help. Chromedome took the hint, giving Rewind’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Oh right,” Rewind flushed, embarrassed at his lack of manners, “Sorry, you probably want some privacy. Uh, how long do humans recharge?”

You looked at the clock, unable to read Cybertronian time measurements, “Can you give me eight hours?”

“You got it, eight hours,” Rewind babbled happily, leaving the room with Chromedome in tow, “Sweet dreams (Y/N).”

You saw them out, pressing a button on a nearby remote to lock the door afterwards. Then, stumbling over to the bed, you fell asleep within seconds of hitting the mattress.

I know that SuperCorp is very unlikely to happen because Sanvers is already a thing, but between us… that’s bullshit.

Tv shows should always aim to reach out for the audience, capturing their interest - on a side trying to represent them and on the other trying to surprising them. We’re getting a hint of representation of the LGBT community (and I’m not saying LGBTQA+, because that part of the community is practically nonexistent according to the media) right now, which is definitely not enough, and what we get is rarely a quality product (for the most part, we’re used to make jokes, which isn’t representation, but more likely cheap comedy). We frequently get little screen-time, poor character development (he’s gay, what else is there to say?) and yes, we often get to DIE too (for the benefit of famous “shock value”… which doesn’t shock anybody, really, since it happens almost all the time). What we don’t get is main roles, good backstories, characters who are not only defined by their sexual orientation and… well, to live, to grow and get to be happy on screen (what an absurd concept, am I right?).

Supergirl has done an incredible job by representing Alex Danvers’ coming out story: it showed its audience how a strong, brave woman like Alex can still be very fragile and struggle with this kind of realization; how she fears to accept herself, to be fully herself and out with the people she cares the most about, and more importantly how things can actually go well. This is damn important, ‘cause it helps a lot of people to think that “Hey, maybe my family won’t take it this badly” or “Maybe my friends will accept me” and “Maybe things will change for the better!”, ‘cause guess what? IT CAN HAPPEN AND IT HAPPENS! But this is not very interesting to show, apparently, ‘cause most of the time it’s all freaking dramatic and it ends in tragedy.

The new generations are already lucky, ‘cause now there is something like this (Supergirl) on Tv, but it’s not enough still, ‘cause they’re portraying a tiny fragment of their audience, of the people around the world, and if you think “But it’s a lot already”, I’m gonna tell you that the straights have every single damn shade from every single damn angle for their representation on screen, while we are barely there and almost never the main character or anything close to that. Yes, there are movies in which we are protagonists, but let’s be real, they’re almost always centered on our sexual orientation, the discovery and the consequences, which is helpful and good to see, but it’s not everything there’s to see and to know. Plus, they really abuse of the dramatic factor of it in order to “send a message”, but that’s a message wasted on the straights, and if they think you’re an abomination already, surely a movie won’t change their minds. Instead, it will just fuel fear in us, which - there’s no really need to say it - it’s bad (we unfortunately have reality for that).

I remember my probably very first approach to the whole “girls liking girls” thing thanks to the media.
I was a kid and I was watching this movie on the Tv. I remember only pieces of it, ‘cause I don’t think I was paying much attention until a certain point. What I still recall, though, stuck in my head for a reason.
There were two girls, one white and the other brown, that grew closer to each other (I seriously don’t remember anything about whatever was the rest of the story). I recall this very specific scene that had me and my sister (who was also watching) like: “Oh, they are helping each other undressing ‘cause they’re friends”. When they started making out we were like “Oh… Okay, so they’re not just friends, apparently”, and that was it. I don’t think we knew about all the hatred towards people of same sex being in love with each other, to us it was just like “Okay, this is a thing that exists: acknowledged”. They seemed to be fine, so there was no issue… right? WRONG!
The white girl’s brother saw them, got angry as shit, took a gun and started shooting at them. They got into a car, trying to get away from him, but he got into another and started chasing them. It was raining, they were scared as shit, he looked insane, I felt the anguish growing inside of me: it was awful (again, I was a kid at the time).
The car slipped, then fell down a bridge into a river/lake and it quickly sank. After a while, only the white girl emerged from the water. The other drowned.
Last scene that I remember was a time jump where the white girl was a now a white granny, and she was probably remembering this terrible thing that happened to her once.

No fucking wonder if growing up I didn’t want to be gay and I pushed down my feelings and thoughts, since this is the kind of message to which I was subjected. And now? Now there are some things that portray the whole “being gay” as normal (as it always should be) and not in a dramatic, catastrophic way, but it’s also true that we get shows like The 1OO, Person of Interest, Orange Is The New Black, Pretty Little Liars, The Walking Dead and many, many, many others where the lesbian freaking dies, where there is no happy ending for us.

It’s simply not okay.

But to finally address the very main reason why I started this post - that no one will read ‘cause it’s too long, and people have time only for thoughts as long as a tweet - is the importance to acknowledge the presence of MORE THAN ONE GAY CHARACTER in a story. In a story AND in a family. Yes, as crazy as it sounds, we are more than two and we indeed can have LGBTQA+ wonderful siblings. Madness, right? Except that it’s not, it’s our reality, which is way more colorful, interesting and beautiful than the arid one-sided representation we witness on daily basis (I’m talking about heteronormative).

So, what really drives me nuts, it’s not the fact that people seem to be scared shitless to insert us in anything (although we’re everywhere), but how little crafty they are. We have proven to be a real force of nature over the whole LGBT Fans Deserve Better initiative, which raised by far $166,547 for the Trevor Project, and we did that after being smacked down once again by showrunners. Can you imagine what we could do if people were fair to us, for a change? We’re loyal, passionate, absurdly creative and talented (have you ever seen our fanArts, read our fanfictions? They’re often better than the original stuff and we don’t get paid a coin for making them), and yet we hardly get anything.

Tv shows should listen to their audience and get smart, because it’s not a pink UFO the thing we’re asking for, it’s not something that won’t fit their story, but simply more good representation. Supergirl scored with Sanvers, but there’s still so much potential that is sadly going to waste, and if they opened their eyes they would see it.

Do you want a great, original idea? Be fair and listen.

Sleepless Nights

Here’s a request I wrote for @randomness-at-its-finest-here This is my second time writing Elide and Lorcan and I hope I did well in portraying them! Anyhow, if you want to make a request for a fic, just contact me in anyway from the prompt list I have on my blog or by asks/messenger.

Title: Sleepless Nights

Characters: Elide and Lorcan

Summary: Lorcan awakes from a passing out in the hall, being comforted from by Elide within her room. He has some explaining to do to her.

“You fainted…Straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

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{PART 3: Final} Betrayal // Jay Park

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Jay begs you to do what he deems is the right thing. Can you forgive someone for the most hurtful act of betrayal?

A/N: This is the last instalment of a small 3 part series! Thanks to everyone who messaged me and told me how much they enjoyed the first two parts. I hope this part lives up to the others excitement!

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3: Final}

“I can’t believe I’m doing this” you repeated to yourself over and over in your head as you tapped your foot impatiently underneath the restaurant table.

Against your better judgement, you decided that you had no other choice but to take Jay up on his offer to meet him for lunch the next day. Although you pretty much hated the ground he walked upon, even though you would rather drink an entire bottle of bleach than to have to be in his company for any longer than necessary; you knew that you had to tell him about your pregnancy - and you realised that as soon as you saw the look on his face when he met you in the supermarket. You had specifically arrived 30 minutes before you were due to meet Jay to try and talk yourself out of telling him he was the father of your unborn child, but the longer you sat at the reserved table – the more you knew that you had to do the right thing and let him know. No matter how much of a bad taste it left in your mouth, you had to have this talk with him and tell him your intentions for the child’s future – and how you planned for Jay to not have a single input in it.

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sam & season 12

I keep going on about how much I loved season 12 for Sam, and I was talking to @bluestar86 last night (Or, hyperactively talking AT :P) and they were saying how narratively neat it was to end with Sam at the beginning (facing down a 1x01 parallel scene) again just like Dean ended last season back at the beginning, getting Mary back. Anyway several of the conversations I’ve seen or had about Sam are about how some people feel this season really wasn’t very good for him and he didn’t have anything happen to him… I think I kind of veered onto that for a moment after 12x21 because there was a lot of negativity around especially after we were all excited that the “someone in the life” thing he’d been about in season 11 and Eileen seemed to clearly be a part of had obviously taken such a blow, and the BMoL thing was now also obviously a total failure for him.

I think 12x22 did a pretty good job wrapping that up for Sam, since Berens did all the legwork in the first place for setting Sam up with the BMoL and then answering how that made feel and giving Sam a clear win with it in The Raid pt.2 so I don’t think I need to talk about that too much and also it only represents a fraction of his character stuff, something that was just sort of happening to him this season and actively for only an even smaller part of it, while obviously there had to be a much more real deal to it all.

I don’t know if maybe it’s too obvious or the problem seems to be that people think that he didn’t engage with the story enough for it to seem like it was happening TO him despite what I felt was a clear thing all through the season, but the Sam and Mary stuff was absolutely brilliant this year to me, and I think 12x22 and 12x23 spelled out a lot of stuff about how Sam was interacting with his arc and how the show was telling it, giving me some really clear examples to use. As I was accidentally talking Bluestar’s ear off (oh god I’m scrolling back through this conversation to scavenge my points and I am so sorry about how much of this chat is me… :P) Sam’s always had his shit dealt with largely in an external way, with things often being quite allegorical while Dean has an internal approach (the season 1 queer subtext for Sam vs Dean’s where Sam’s powers are queercoded but Dean just *is* is my favourite example :P). The 22/23 use of putting Dean IN Mary’s head to talk through everything while she didn’t say a word and he stood on the spot and vocalised everything, and then putting Sam in a different reality to passively view and have AU!Bobby explain to him all the relevant exposition to why this was the mirror of the previous episode doing the same thing for Sam is a very very neat back to back image of how their stories get told.

So back to the start:

Obviously Dean and Mary are more emotionally connected anyway because Dean was alive longer at the same time as her previously; in 1x01 he’s defensive of her memory and Sam doesn’t know her so can say something objectively ridiculous like she’s never coming back and Dean can get all angry about him DARING to suggest that. So when Mary comes back, Sam takes 1 and ¾ episodes to find out while Dean starts a much more complicated emotional arc with her dealing with her sacred memory and other personal crap he’s accumulated with her.

Mom. For me… just, um… having you here… fills in the biggest blank.

Sam doesn’t have a history with her, but he does have a massive emotional investment, so in a way their story can only start when they start actually DOING stuff together. But 12x02 also lays out the problem, that Mary is going to want to run away and not face her past because she DOES have massive personal crap accumulated about Sam, because her presence brings back the original balance where the emotional story was with Dean and the mytharc crap was with Sam, but now it’s about her - she could have had this exact same arc in season 1 if she’d been alive, say taking Jess’s death as the point to leg it and not bear to face Sam, as she feels responsible.

Mom, look, I am… thrilled that you’re back. I mean, I’m so damn happy, I-I-I can’t even stand it.
I just… it’s just gonna take me a second to catch up, you know?
Yeah, no, no. Look, take – take all the time you need, all right? It’s – it is what it is.
And when we do find Sam… how am I gonna face him?
What do you mean?
That yellow-eyed thing would never have come for him that night if I… I started all of this.

This all spells out nice and simply the entire sum of what’s going to be their problem this year and what they need to overcome at least in the sense of coming to peace with it. Sam just wants Mary around, Mary can’t be around Sam.

In 12x03 Mary begins the process of running away. Cutting her hair is symbolic of shedding her past image and is important and a step forward in mending with Dean and shedding saint!Mary and the dreaded nightgown image, but regressive in dealing with Sam, because they have such opposite demands on her emotionally. She needs to face the past with Sam, but to move forwards with Dean - which is also too much work for her because she’s being given the huge task of accepting messed up adult Dean because his need for her is so vast so of course it’s daunting (and I’m assuming there’s at least some postnatal depression kind of metaphor going on with all this ESPECIALLY with Sam - of course all mixed up in mytharc but 12x06 gives us that she would rather go hunting than stay and do childcare with Dean). Sam loses out harder because his need is so simple and Mary being flawed and hurting Dean is ultimately for the best - after 12x02 we wrote meta about his drinking alone scene as representing exactly this, and 12x22 and “I hate you” was the point he had to be brought to. But Sam makes no mytharc emotional progress with Mary if they’d spend the entire season joined at the hip catching up and doing generic mother - son activities, because it wasn’t addressing their problems.

12x03 also showed us Mary’s trauma she needed to address, visually, with the John, Dean and Sam parallels in the haunted house. Sam wasn’t even a real baby - he was the broken, burned hollow doll. He was an object of absolute, triggering horror for Mary after she was trapped in the nursery with the doll by the ghosts, a reminder of her death, and the state of the doll very suggestive of what happened to Sam because of her deal - and basically visually displays everything Dean eventually told her what happened to Sam in his speech in 12x22.

Moving on to actually looking at how Sam feels about the mytharc, 12x04 and 12x05 featured Magda and Ellie as blatant Sam mirrors. With Magda, Sam gets to look back at his powers arc and say stuff that indicates how he feels about it now, especially when it comes to self-blame and his feeling of being unclean caused by Mary’s deal. (In the long run, Ketch killing her was for our shock value, Sam never learned on screen, and it wasn’t a part of his arc that she died, just something for us :P yay) With Ellie, he has an almost identical conversation about her horror about discovering her family history and that the blood running in her veins has this connection and that she was a fated vessel, if technically only because she was geographically nearby. Both of these mirrors make the episodes for Sam’s part focussed on how he feels about himself and what Mary’s deal did to him, and show he’s actually already, through all his previous trials and tribulations, made some peace with himself.

I mean… “trials” is deliberate word choice, since 8x21 he got to address how he felt unclean, then did the trials and I think even if he didn’t finish them again once he’s had time to process he’s already in a better place than before about it before season 12. I also feel season 5 resolved his original character arc and his actions in Swan Song completely redeemed him and eased his conscience and he literally was a blank slate after that, and also has a demonstrable sense of peace all through Gamble era - even in the middle of season 7 Bobby calls him out about it but ends up agreeing he’s just somehow ended up really zen :P… The problem here is that because Mary coming back was not really on the books back in season 5 Sam’s arc got resolved on a LOT of major points relating to the mytharc and he was really only left with Lucifer and Hell trauma which all dates from AFTER this resolution though as a direct result of it. So these two episodes explain how he’s feeling and that it actually isn’t something Mary should be afraid of because Sam’s in a good place with his past and so on, as he eventually manages to tell her in 12x22.

12x06 has their shared moment of trauma/horrible flashbacks when the 1x01 parallel happens where Sam and Mary get to relive it all with Bucky being tied to the ceiling and dripping blood (On Asa’s face, a sort of child figure to Mary as well) as the warning he’s there. The demon’s MO on killing like that was blatantly only so that we’d get them having this moment.

12x12 is where it really kicks off again, and after a lull on this while they dealed with other branches of the story, including the start of the nephilim arc, which with the Lucifer connection was already at least tenuously like Sam just for shared backstory - there was some speculation that the nephilim would be a good vessel for Lucifer and he only wanted it for that, which would have made Jack a direct Sam parallel… We didn’t see that although it was obvious Lucifer only wanted to use him to take over the universe and having a loyal son to do it is much easier than relying on his supposed perfect destined vessel, who was a bit harder to control than Lucifer had reckoned on :P Lesson learned since 5x22. Point is it was a sped up version of the process of milennia of figuring out how to get a Perfect Fated Vessel to empower Lucifer for the big take over.


I screamed and knocked my table with my knee so hard I still have a dent in it when Ramiel flashed yellow eyes at Mary along with the old season 1 remember-when-demons-were-scary sound effect. I’m honestly still kind of stunned and impressed that they brought back literal yellow eyed demons to act as a visual aid here. It forced a moment for Mary to tell Sam what she saw and for it to immediately become a Mary and Sam moment sharing this very specific trauma of what a YED meant to them, with Sam asking Mary what she’d gotten them into as if she even knew. Bringing in these princes of hell was again just a sort of visual thing to put on screen to put season 1 and Azazel’s original work with Sam back on the table, again making it clear the mytharc is connected to Sam. Dagon does for Jack what Azazel did for Sam, and even though Dean killed Azazel before his plans could come true he died convinced Sam was ready and going to be everything he was supposed to, leaving a thought for Dean for season 3 that Sam hadn’t been brought back right that segued into him going genuiely dark even if nothing was actually wrong with him like Azazel insinuated; I’m pretty sure Dagon died thinking that this changed nothing too, because Kelly saying Jack was good because he saved her just made Dagon laugh.

Dagon’s time on the show carries this part for Sam even though he had almost no interaction with her, just by visual association of yellow eyes and what she’s doing. 12x17 parallels her directly to Azazel in the staging of the action to 1x21, for example, and she already has her special child in hand unlike Azazel who was having a lot of fun with an ant farm with the entire special children project. (This also escalates into the main problem after the midseason in general making the second half of the show about a mytharc connected to Sam metaphorically in the same way Amara was connected to Dean metaphorically - I suppose 12x08 would be the 9x11 step of all that. Cas was already connected to the nephilim arc in 12x08 when he was the one who broke the news to them, 12x10 making it very clear he felt it was his problem. 12x19 MAKES it his problem. And in general now we know for sure it was used as the end of season episode thing that escalated everything into season 13 and was the final shot of the season.)

So I think when it comes to Sam stuff that gets us back to 12x22 & 23 - with Dean making clear Mary’s deal was the biggest hurt in his speech to her and listing what it did to him with her death and to Sam with the mytharc smacking him in the face because of it. When Mary is back, she repeats the thought from 12x02 that she’s scared of Sam, and Sam appears out of the woodwork to hug her and reassure her with the same message but this time it’s post-communication so they actually all have a real understanding, and don’t have this catastrophic void. Mary’s still fucked up but at least she isn’t ready to flee from Sam in horror, and I think it was that far more than anything about dealing with Dean that made her run in the start of the season, because she could have worked things out awkwardly with him because she had no underlying fear of him in the same way.

And then to 12x23 where the AU is caused by Mary NOT making the deal, and I think it’s important to bear in mind everything about Sam and this so far this season because it’s all been dredged back up again, but in 12x22 he got to make a peace with Mary that they could actually deal with this. It’s not a manipulative, wow the world would suck worse if it DIDN’T happen, be thankful it did. It’s something Sam can see, sure, but we benefit the most in a meta way to know that the message of the show is that Mary’s deal is now all good, at least for how Sam can feel about it. The fact he sees the world as better because of it, and that he’s at peace with what it did to him, is written into the fact this world is showing US that things would be so much more worse without it, and I guess this is the representation of how he feels shown to us in an actual example of a tangible world that expresses this feeling.

And of course as I said the season ends with Sam running off to investigate what happened with Jack, and being the one to follow his scorched footprints into the room with the crib that such a big fuss was made of earlier like he would get a chance to USE it but now is acting like set dressing:

Again one episode after Sam was represented as a crib all through a long speech (because babies suck at acting :P)

and a reminder that everything for him began with that moment in 1x01. Even though the thought Mary was in was more like 5x16’s memory than 1x01, Sam was brought down from the nursery and his crib was there, and the way Dean woke up in the chair directly paralleled 1x01’s opening with John waking up there. So the two blurred, and the conversation happening over the crib was about Mary’s deal which resulted in Azazel standing over the crib. In the show’s language, nurseries are Sam. And he ends the season in one, looking at a yellow-eyed thing that that crib technically belonged to even if he’s massively over sized for it (lol, even Sam wasn’t that tall a baby)… And whatever happens to Jack, now reflects on Sam, and his original feelings and choices about the demon blood arc and being Lucifer’s vessel. If Jack is pure evil he’s just a dark mirror for Sam to work through some shit. It’s more likely he’ll at least start neutral or as a uncomfortably powerful and volatile blank slate, but like how Mary isn’t exactly fixed, Sam now has a stage set to work through his own stuff that he might not have wanted to touch to blame Mary in the same way Dean had to get to an “I hate you” stage.

(And I wonder about Mary in this because one thing that wasn’t revisited except a brief mention she didn’t remember, was 1x09 and Mary apologising to Sam there as a ghost, right as things were kicking off with his psychic crap. I think also once he knew all the truth later in season 4 & 5, he could also feel that Mary had already apologised and so again he’s in a different place from Mary where he’s ahead of her since she doesn’t remember… I still feel like season 13 will probably be tackling Sam and Mary more directly than this year where it was more Dean and Mary, and Jack for good bad or neutral will offer a way to put a LOT of stuff on screen that we can see through him as Amara was to Dean a representation of his issues made manifest… He doesn’t even have to have a ton of contact with Sam although I am perversely hoping he duckling-imprints on Sam since he was the one who walked in on him freshly born :P But ech, speculation. Who knows how this will go, I can’t really do more than wonder about the longer character arcs and what I’d find funniest to do in the first minute of the next episode :P)

Anyway, this is all for me why season 12 was an incredible Sam season, and I’d been yelling loudly about each and every one of these developments as they happened. Long story short, I’m now an enthusiastic Sam girl because of Dabb and Berens’s combined efforts, and I genuinely feel like this season did him a great service in the story.

The Story of Us

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✮ Chapter Four: Bay Window ✮

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After catching the bus home that afternoon Riley is ecstatic to find a large parcel on Jed’s doorstop addressed to her.

“My clothes!” Riley exclaims as she scoops up the box and carries it inside. Riley marches right past Jed and upstairs to her room where she excitedly rips open the box. Riley’s face drops when she sees it’s contents. One by one Riley pulls out each item and tosses them to the side. Overalls, a floral jumpsuit, flared denim jeans, a yellow maxi dress, a denim vest, a polka dot dress, a paisley print dress, a skirt, a dress, a dress.

“Ugh,” Riley angrily tosses the box upside down and some coloured converses and sandals fall out. The brunette kicks the pile to the side and decides to call her mother.

“Riley?” Topanga answers, “Finally we hear from you!! How was your first day at school? How are you?”

“Just fantastic.” Riley says sarcastically, “I love that in the middle of high school you’ve sent me 2000 miles away to live with a stranger. I love it here! I never want to come home!”

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The Sun, the North Wind, and the Fanfic Writer

Once upon a time two fanfic readers decided to have a contest to see who could best influence a fanfic writer they both knew to write stories that would please them.

The first reader, the North Wind, said, “Well, I will simply tell the author that her work is crap when she produces something I don’t like. What I like is stories where the main characters are kangaroos. She never writes them as kangaroos, and she SHOULD. If I yell at her loudly enough and use nasty enough terminology, she will feel chastened by my reproaches and write stories which are more to my liking.”

The second reader, the Sun, said, “I will simply enjoy whatever the writer is producing. If I don’t like it, I know that I don’t have to read it. Sometimes I like what this author writes and sometimes I don’t. That’s all right. I know that she’s a busy person and writing stories for us as a hobby, and she doesn’t get anything out of it except for our feedback. I will be kind to her, and hope that she will write more stories of the sort that I like.”

“You fool!” scoffed the North Wind. “Everyone knows that hate is more persuasive! Besides, I feel that she owes me personally the stories that I want to read!”

“Well, you try that,” said the Sun. “But I will try it my way and we will see who wins.”

They waited and waited. The writer found herself a little busy with boring things that she was required to do, rather than the things which she preferred: naps and eating chocolate cake and writing fanfiction. Finally the Sun messaged the North Wind to her let know that the writer had posted a new story. The Sun knew this because she had subscribed to the writer’s page on ao3. The North Wind did not care to show any sort of support, based on her mixed feelings about the writer’s stories, so she had not received the email. The Sun kindly also sent a link, and they both read the story.

The North Wind did not care for the story. The writer had utterly failed to pay attention to the latest trends of character interpretation according to the North Wind’s tumblr dashboard, and had interpreted the characters just as she saw them herself. Worst of all, she did not write them as kangaroos. The North Wind found this to be completely unacceptable, and said so. The North Wind had an account on ao3, but preferred to remain anonymous. “You are terrible!” she commented, using a name other than her own, and an email address that would connect no one to her true self. “You don’t write the characters precisely as I see them and you are therefore untalented and BAD! I hate you and think you should die! Write stories that cater to my every whim or else don’t write at all, you utter hack! Don’t you know that you should write these characters as kangaroos? It’s the only thing that makes sense to any rational mind!”

The writer wrote back and said, “Thank you for having read my story. According to my personal interpretation, this is how these characters would behave. However, you don’t have to read my stories. There’s no need to be so nasty.”

The North Wind copied this response and sent it to the Sun, saying, “Can you believe this??? I will NEVER read her stories again!”

“You always say that,” the Sun said mildly. “And yet you always read her stories. I wonder why.”

The Sun had quite liked the story, and decided to say so. She even wondered if the writer might be feeling a little badly over the North Wind’s angry comments, so she made sure to leave kudos, a bookmark – she had particularly liked the scene with the first kiss and knew that she would want to come back to it – and also left a comment. She commented about the things which she had liked, and asked the author a question about something which she personally had a slightly different opinion on. The writer responded and they had a pleasant conversation about it. The Sun wasn’t entirely convinced to change her own opinion, but understood the writer’s point of view and they ended their conversation amicably.

There was another time when the writer had written something which the Sun did not care for at all. There was a major character death and the Sun cried for days. She could appreciate the form and quality of the writing, but wasn’t sure she knew what to say, so in the end, she never left a comment. She always felt a bit guilty, but when she mentioned it to the writer, it turned out that the writer didn’t mind at all. “Not everyone will like everything I write,” she said cheerfully. “But that’s just the way it goes. I will just keep writing my own stories and hope for the best.”

The Sun thought that was very sensible. Over the years, she and the writer came to know one another a little bit through the conversations they had in comments on the writer’s stories. One day the Sun ventured to ask how the writer felt about the pressure from people like the North Wind to write the characters as kangaroos.

“The characters are not kangaroos in the canon,” the writer said cautiously.

“No, they’re not, but people really like kangaroo fic,” the Sun said, timidly, not wanting to pressure the writer. “People might like your stories even more if you wrote the characters as kangaroos.”

“The characters are not kangaroos in the canon,” the writer repeated, a little more firmly. “I will write them as they are in the canon.”

The Sun accepted this. She realised then that no one would “win” the contest of influence: the writer was simply going to write the stories that she wanted to write, according to her own interpretation. The Sun decided that this was just fine. She continued to read the writer’s stories and they continued to have a good relationship. She noticed that when the writer was happy, she tended to produce more stories, and more quickly. The Sun tried to make the writer happier by leaving kind comments on the stories that she enjoyed. Sometimes the writer wrote stories that the Sun liked more than the others, and sometimes she wrote stories that the Sun liked less than the others. These stories did not lessen the Sun’s opinions of the writer. She was still able to see that, while the writer had made some choices for the characters that she herself didn’t care for, the stories were nonetheless well-crafted and diligently written. And thus, she and the writer became friends and remained so for years. They were both happy.

The North Wind continued to badger the writer for kangaroo stories, particularly ones involving baby kangaroos.

She never got her wish.

The End.


With apologies to the people behind Aesop’s Fables! *sheepish smile*

anonymous asked:

Do you have any kdrama recommendations? I want to watch another Miss oh but could also use some other recs. Thank you and p.s. I love your writing, thank you for sharing them with us ☺️

I have TONS of kdrama recs! Under the cut because it got long. 

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Hands to Myself - Part II

Summary: After Alec comes out to his family, Jace drags Alec to an LGBT friendly strip club so he can ‘expand his horizons’ since he hasn’t even attempted to date or meet anybody new. Alec reluctantly agrees only because he’s grateful Jace is so supportive. While there, his eyes land on an intoxicating man whose body moves so fluidly Alec can’t keep his eyes off of him. Once Magnus is alone with him, he, too, finds himself enraptured by the younger man.

Rating: MA

Genre: Smut, Romance, Friendship, Everyone is Human AU

Author: dylanobrienstyler

A/N: I did my best to be as realistic and accurate as possible so please forgive anything lacking in that department. Please be aware I upped the rating on AO3 from Mature to Explicit FOR A VERY GOOD REASON. The smuttiest, gayest thing I’ve ever posted on here, dear god I’m trash for these smitten kittens.

Title inspired from Selena Gomez’ song of the same name. This is the final part of the two-part series. Feedback of all kinds is very welcome!!

Also can be read on AO3!

Part I on Tumblr can be found here.

Chapter Two - Corruption

Magnus had left Alec alone in the room hours ago, yet he swore he had left a piece of himself behind too.

He had gone back to work, trying to compartmentalize his thoughts as he usually did so he could focus on putting on the best show he could, but his mind drifted against his wishes. He certainly hadn’t expected anything that ended up transpiring in that room when he first heard he had been requested for a private dance.

His eyes found the man he had just soloed for shortly after his return to stage, Alec meeting up with a blonde man around his age at the bar and heading out of the door immediately. He felt his heart sink at the concerned looks shared between the blonde and the bartender, knowing both were questioning what had upset the boy.

Magnus swallowed his pride and concentrated on the music, effectively pushing Alec to the back of his mind now that he had left the building for good.

Thankfully, his shift was only a couple hours longer and finally closing time came around. Magnus rushed towards the back room, ready to gather his things and get the hell out of there. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts; he’d clean up and take off his make-up at home.

“Everything okay with you, Mags? Maia said you stole someone’s puppy earlier.” his coworker and long-time friend Dot said as she sat down next to him.

“I did what?” he couldn’t help but ask, bewildered by the statement.

Dot smiled a little. “One of your private requests. She said he left looking like someone stole his puppy. Did you reject him or something? Turn down a marriage proposal?”

Although it wouldn’t be the first time he would’ve had to do so, at least the former, Magnus shook his head. “No, nothing like that. Just a little… sexual awakening for the young man, I think. Always a little rough.”

Dot nodded sympathetically. “You’ve just seemed off since then too. Anything you want to talk about?”

Magnus cast his eyes around to see they were alone, some of the others already gone and the few still around away in the showers.

He wasn’t sure if he was ready to talk about it though. Despite spending a lot of the night thinking about it, it wasn’t exactly something prideful he was looking to admit.

Unfortunately for him, she didn’t miss the guilt settling on his face. “Uh oh. I know that look. Something happened. What did you do?”

“Now, why would you assume I’m at fault here?” he said, hand on his chest in mock-incredulity.

“Because I know you, Magnus. What happened?”

Sensing defeat, he sighed. “I… I may have made a mistake with him. Broke a big rule.”

Dot’s eyes went round. “Magnus!” she whisper-shouted. “Raphael will kill you!”

“Not if he doesn’t find out.” he said, rolling his eyes at her dramatics. “Plus, he owes me a lot. I practically raised him.”

“I don’t think babysitting him every time his parents went away counts as raising him.”

“It does when they were as absent from his life as they were.”

Dot poked him in the shoulder. “Stop changing the subject. What. Did. You. Do.”

Magnus exhaled, thinking back to the raven-haired boy. “Well, things were going well. Everything panning out as expected. He was shy and nervous but overly respectful, if anything. And then, to my surprise, in one heated moment, he leaned forward and kissed me.”

His friend watched him carefully, seeming wary by his answer, as if waiting for more. “O-kay… here I thought it was a big deal. Sheesh, Mags, you know we’ve all had the odd one do that. Just because you didn’t rat him out doesn’t mean you’re the devil. I mean, you said he was young, right? It was probably just a first timer mistake. It’s not that wrong to let it slide.”

He looked down, knowing he couldn’t look his friend in the eye during his true confession. “Well, he pulled back in a panic, apologizing profusely, but I… I was the one who kissed him again.”

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Percival Graves x Reader - Start of Something New

Start of Something New

Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 2702

Warnings: Little frisky in places.

Request: anon - Can you write Percival Graves imagine where reader and him starting their relationship? And smut!

Not that much smut because I’m still wiped out from Pound of Flesh to be completely honest. There will be a little bit of handsy stuff though because I’m not a total fraud.

I also really wanted to write some office smut.

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Cuddles - Part II

Word Count: 2042

Player: Sebastian Aho (Carolina Hurricanes)

feat. Teuvo Teravainen (Carolina Hurricanes)

Warning/s: none only fluff, Part 1

This is a repost of my own work!

Originally posted by faulker

Three loud screams filled the apartment. Your heart was racing and your eyes were wide, trying to figure out what was going on. You were opposite to Teuvo and Sebastian, who were sitting on the couch.

They had started screaming when you had entered and you had no idea why.

“Guys! Guys! What’s going on?!”, you shouted over their screams. It was already late but they had sent you a text that you had to come over.

The two hockey players stopped screaming, breathing heavily.

“We- Just- sorry.”, Teuvo breathed.

You looked around seeing the end credits of a familiar horror movie roll down on the TV. Your friends stared at you when you started laughing, taking off your coat.

“It’s always the same with you guys.”, you snorted.

“What?”, Sebastian asked.

“You always watch scary movies before you totally freak out over them. You should just accept that on the inside, you two are just big softies.”, was your smirked answer, resulting in them both looking at each other, slightly offended.  

“Uh, we most definitely aren’t! Have you seen us on the ice?”, Teuvo complained.

“Yes, I have. But still. You’re both as soft as puppies. Don’t fight it, Teukka. Tell me why you said I should come over, instead.”, you asked.

You hung up your coat and took off your shoes, looking around for somewhere to sit. You just wanted to snuggle yourself into the armchair, but you were pulled onto the couch instead, sitting in the middle of the both of them.
They were more scared than they would ever admit.

You looked at Sebastian quizzically, but he just shrugged, motioning to Teuvo.

“No specific reason.”, Teuvo lied. You could see it in his eyes, the way he avoided both Sebastian’s and your gaze, fumbling around with the remote. What was he on about?

“Whatever. It’s gotten pretty cold outside, mind if I make myself a cup of hot chocolate?”, you asked.

There were no objections but rather asks for a cup of their own, making you sigh and take off to the kitchen. These guys would be the death of you. You knew that they weren’t using you, but since they were basically socially awkward teenagers, you actually asked yourself if they ever used their oven when you weren’t there.
Could they even make hot chocolate? Nobody knew.

“Hey.”, Teuvo mumbled when he had entered the kitchen after you.

“So, do you wanna tell me why you actually send me the text to come over?”

“Yeah, I kinda did so because of Sepe.”

“Why? Something wrong? Or the Enka thing?”, you asked.

“I didn’t give him the number. I deleted it actually.”, Teuvo admitted, closing the door so your friend in the living room wouldn’t hear anything.

You turned around, leaning against the counter.

“Why? You seemed so determined about the whole thing.”

“Well, you remember Sunday, right?”, he grinned.

“Yeah.”, you groaned.

He would never allow you to forget this. Never. Not even on your dying bed would Teuvo shut up about it.

You woke up to a loud noise and a soft, kind of rubbing feeling on your shoulder. Almost like you were dragged across a carpet. It took you a second to realize what was going on. You were still snuggled up with Sepe, your legs now entangled and foreheads barely inches apart. Your eyes fluttered open and you realized something. It all happened too fast, you couldn’t do anything except make a noise of horror as you were already falling.

You didn’t feel the impact on the floor, as your body was simply pressed further against Sebastian who ended up on the floor on his back. But what you did feel was the painful collision of your forehead on his, pressing your face into his. You groaned in pain, closing your eyes, trying to move but Sepe still had his arms wrapped around you and you were barely able to feel where your legs started and where they ended.

A muffled laughter made you open your eyes again, as both you and Sepe looked at Teuvo who was standing in the doorway. You had to twist your neck to see him, but he could definitely see the angry glare you gave him before turning your neck again. Sepe was watching you, a red spot on his forehead where you had headbutted together.

“Sorry. Teuvo surprised me.”, he mumbled, a little flustered. So Teuvo had been the reason for you to fall down.

You were tired and your day started weird, so all you did was put your head down next to Sepe’s, practically using his shoulder as a pillow.

“You owe me a new head, Teuvo.”, you muttered.

You couldn’t see that Teuvo was raising his brows at Sebastian who was looking a little helpless as you just cuddled back into him. But he enjoyed it, that said.

“Sorry. Just wanted to wake you for breakfast. No one told me that Sepe slept over.”, he chuckled.

“Breakfast sounds great.”, you sighed as Teuvo left.

It was harder than it should’ve been to raise yourself onto your arms, pushing your torso up. You separated your bodies from each other, only to get stuck with the legs, tumbling back onto him.
He was helping the next time you tried, turning over to his side so you just slid off him, releasing your legs.

You just laid next to each other staring at the ceiling for a second, before turning to face each other. You were unsure of what to do so you just gave him a smile, getting off the ground and putting on some slippers before following Teuvo to the kitchen.

“What a way to start a day.”, you mumbled sleepily as you left the room.

You shook your head to get rid of the memories. The rest of the day had been a little awkward, but the last three days had been enough to normalize things.

“Well yeah ok, so I was totally not the one who told you this, but Sepe he-”, Teuvo started.

You expected something dramatic, something sad or angry but you most definitely didn’t expect what Teuvo did.

“He can’t shut up about you like ever. And since Sunday it’s only gotten worse.”

“He talks about me?”, you asked, trying to keep your voice down, not wanting to give anything away. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of nervousness that spread in your stomach. Was he kidding?

“Yes. I think if that kid ever talks it’s about hockey or you. And I tried to set him up with Enka because he’s really shy and stuff and he doesn’t really talk to people. I thought that he would you know… open up to her or something because she’s from home. But since you were jealous-”

“I wasn’t jealous!”, you complained, only getting a look with a raised brow.

“You totally were. But- uh great where was I? The point is: He likes you and I have feeling that you like him too.”

Teuvo tried to see any kind of your reaction on your face, but his rambling had only confused you a lot more than you had been before.

“You think that’s why he came up to me on Saturday?”
“Y/n were talking about Sepe.”

“Yeah right. Well it would explain why he asked if we were dating.”, you scoffed, feeling a little better than you did before.

“He did?”, Teuvo asked with an amused expression.

Before any of you could say anything, Sebastian called from the living room, asking why you were still in the kitchen.
Without another word you filled three cups and gave one of them to Teuvo, balancing the other two on the way back to the living room.

“There you go.”, you said when you made it back without spilling anything. You gave Sebastian’s cup to him, sitting back down, significantly closer to him than before. You watched his expression closely as he hid his face in his mug, but when he looked up you could still see a little blush on his face. Maybe Teuvo was right. But what should you do?“

“Alright. I think it’s time for me to go to bed. Y/n, are you staying over?”, Teuvo asked with a small grin on his face.

You couldn’t see it, but not just you but Sebastian too felt addressed. You both looked at Teuvo with wide eyes as he left the room and disappeared into his bedroom. You nodded, although he was already gone, hoping that Sepe would stay for a little while.

As you pulled your usual blanket and pillow out of the couch drawer, you felt his eyes on you, watching you closely.
Thing is, while Sepe was probably one of the shyest people you knew, you weren’t exactly a pro in talking to other people either.
Sebastian stood up to leave too but just as he tried to escape the room you stopped him.


He turned around to face you, frowning.


You took a deep breath, before motioning to the couch.

“Stay?”, you asked, not knowing how to ask any better.

Sebastian’s face probably would’ve lit up the entire Empire State Building, as he nodded and smiled.

“Yeah. Just go change.”, he said, before going into his own bedroom.

You used the time to quickly change into the Pj’s that you had stored in the drawer, getting cozy on the couch. When Sebastian returned, he had changed into his own sleeping clothes, just sliding under the blanket.
A second of awkwardness passed before you both returned to the sleeping position you had used the last time. But this time, he didn’t keep watching you. He just relaxed and closed his eyes holding you close.

You still remembered the kiss on the forehead he had given you the last time you cuddled and you wanted to do something like that, trying to show your affection. But a forehead kiss probably wasn’t gonna cut it. What if he interpreted it as something friendly?
What else?
Cheek? No.
Nose? No.
Oh, you were so sure you would regret it. You wanted to do it, but the nervous feeling in your stomach was now flooding your veins, making your heart beat faster. What if you didn’t do it? You would probably get stuck on being friends forever. This was the best opportunity you got!

Goddamnit, get your freaking act together, Y/n!

You basically watched your timespan disappear, realizing that you should really focus on not breathing so loud.
Don’t ruin it. Okay, you can do it. You took a deep breath before leaning in and pressing a soft peck on his lips. It was over before he could react but damn you had forgotten to calculate what to do afterward. Now you were just lying there, snuggled together both staring at each other.
Sebastian’s eyes showed surprise and slight shock and your heart dropped into your stomach.

Damnit Teuvo!

“W-What?”, Sebastian stuttered.

“Uh- I- I’m so sorry. You said you liked me I thought-”, you mumbled, trying to think of an excuse.

“I- I do.”, he responded quietly.

“Thank god. Or else this would’ve been really stupid. I just- I like you too.”, you admitted, still staring at him with wide eyes.

Sebastian blinked, trying to figure out what was happening.

“You like me?”, he asked.

“I like you.”, you assured with a small smile.

“You- You-”, he didn’t finish his sentence as he gently leaned in for a real kiss.

A sense of relief took over you, as you kissed him back, using the arm you weren’t lying on to cup his face. You basically melted into the kiss, because for you, it felt like the best thing ever and you didn’t want it to end.

As your lips separated, all you could see was the smile on Sebastian’s face before you snuggled up together once again, this time even closer than before.

Newt Scamander x Reader: The Werewolf Prince Of England Part 1/?

A/N: Based on fairy tales. Most notably Beauty And The Beast. The reader is asked by the servant of the lonely werewolf prince of England to come stay at his castle.

Originally posted by sirredmayne

Originally posted by severushalfbloodbrox

You were walking home from work. You worked at a bakery in England. You lived in a small flat just downtown. It wasn’t much but that was what you could afford for the time being. Your landlord is an older woman. You’d have tea with her after work somedays if you didn’t work too late. 

Lately, you’d been visited by a chubby man wearing a worksuit with suspenders. He looked rather nervous sometimes but he’d still bye some pastries such as your strudels, croissants and bear claws. He looked sweet though. A nice person. One day, after work. 

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