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Rromani FAQ

What’s up, fam? For International Rromani Day this year, I thought it would be a good idea to maybe post some basic info. So here is your IRrD cultural crash-course cheat sheet:

  • The word “G*psy” is an ethnic slur. It comes from the misconception that we originated in Egypt (hint: we did not). Basically, white Europeans were like “hey those guys are brown. They must be Egyptians. lol ‘Gyptians. lol ~G*PSIES~”. AKA, they couldn’t be bothered to ask where we actually came from. Some Rroma have opted to reclaim this word and may use it to refer to themselves. That does not mean that it’s okay for just anybody to use it. Friendly tip: do not use this word unless you are actually Rromani.
  • Rromani people trace their roots back to India and some parts of Pakistan (but mostly India?). While many don’t necessarily consider themselves Indian or even South-Asian, we are also not white.
  • We are a diaspora group. That means we were expelled from the country/left nationless.
  • Rroma come in all colours. Some of us are dark-skinned and some are light-skinned. We are all POC. There are certain physical traits that are common in our ethnic group, but that does not mean that we all have these traits. In fact, many of these traits have been used to stereotype us, which isn’t cool.
  • Our culture involves a lot of dancing and music. And food. And our food is generally pretty spicy.
  • We are not Esmeralda (The Hunchback of Notre Dame). In fact, that book is hella racist and the movie isn’t really much better. In the book, Esmeralda was a gadje (non-Rromani) girl who was kidnapped by Rroma (stereotype) and raised in their community (stereotype). As you will know from the movie, she dressed provocatively (stereotype) and danced for coins (stereotype). Rroma women are often portrayed as sexual objects, which is really gross tbh. Although the cute lil’ goat friend is 110% factual. I mean, not really. But I had a goat friend. Her name was Rochelle. More on that later.
  • Rroma men are often stereotyped as lazy.
  • Other stereotypes include fortune tellers, witches, thieves, beggars, and street performers. I am here to tell you that we are honestly no more likely to do these things than any other cultural group so… yeah? And those that do are often forced into these positions by laws and discrimination in their home countries.
  • Speaking of which, forced eviction, mass deportation, sterilisation, systematic impoverishment and oppression, workplace discrimination, segregated education, and TAKING CHILDREN AWAY FROM THEIR FAMILIES are problems that Rroma are still facing TODAY.
  • Rroma are sometimes known as Travellers because we have historically been a fairly nomadic group (by necessity). Rromani people would (and many still do) travel from place to place, looking for work, only to be chased away by prejudiced locals. Think old man on a porch shouting “Get off my lawn!” at the paper boy. Dumb, right? Right.
  • We do not want your children. For some reason, gadje think we want to steal their children? Some even think we eat them??? We do not do this.
  • Gadje is not a bad word. It literally means “non-Rromani person”.
  • Our language is called Rromanes or Rromani Chib. There are like a gajillion different dialects. Those of us who actually speak our chib might not be able to understand another Rrom because of dialectical differences. It’s complicated.
  • We are not a costume. A G*psy is not something you can just become. You can’t convert. You either are or you are not. Wearing long skirts does not make you a ~*G*pSy*~. Being a hippie does not make you a ~*G*pSy*~. Pracitising witchcraft does not make you a ~*G*pSy*~. We are not mythical creatures. You cannot become Rromani any more than you can become Black or Asian or Hispanic. It is especially concerning when people act like we are a style instead of an ethnicity because a) it makes a mockery of our culture, and b) makes it seem like we do not actually exist.
  • Bread.
Q&A Transcript with Alex Hirsch at MomoCon 2017

Question: Before you decided to make Bill the main bad guy, did you have another character in mind that would have been the villain? 

Alex: Yeah, um that’s a good question. Uh, so, when we came up with the villain of the show, I knew that… I knew that Bill was involved. And I knew that Ford had disappeared due to some deal gone wrong with some villain next to the mystery of how Gravity Falls was all assembled. 

Um, but, I didn’t yet decide that Bill was that character in the very beginning, y'know? I had always imagined it was some sort of evil character somewhere kinda hidden in the woods. I wasn’t sure I could go with the Bill idea cuz I thought it would be too much like Twin Peaks, but as we got further along the series we discussed it among the repairs and we were like, ‘none of our other villain ideas were as good.’ Bill, Bill was weirder than anything else we thought of. Um, I remember there were other ideas. Strange monsters and government officials; some kind of cthulhu– some weird crazy old man. But nothing was ever better than Bill, so it ended up sticking. Probably somewhere around, y'know, season one– midway through season one, we started thinking we might be– might be on point.

Q: Was Grunkle Stan ever aware of McGucket’s connection to his brother? 

 A: Oh, oh that’s such a good question. Wait, let me think about that for a second… Uh… lemme see… I don’t think so. I don’t think Stan was ever aware of McGucket’s connection to his brother. Because, by the time Stan traded identities with Ford, uh… McGucket had already gone off the deep end– Was already y'know, had already created the Society of the Blind Eye; had already lost his own memory. So Stan would’ve really only known McGucket as a local obnoxious fisherman. 

And McGucket, probably somewhere deep in the back of his mind, was eerily just drawn to Stan in a way he just couldn’t put his finger on, because he thought maybe he knew him, but– I don’t– I think Stan was ignorant of that. Um, I think Stan… I think Stan looking through the journals probably should’ve put two and two together, but Stan’s not the best at book-learnin’. Uh, so… my guess is Stan wouldn’t have known despite that uh, that there’s a lot of tumblr art out there showing them as like the Scooby-Doo gang. I don’t think Stan ever really knew McGucket before.

Q: What episode do you believe came out the strongest and the most well rounded overall? And is it the same as your personal favorite episode?

 A: Oh gosh. Um. That’s a great question. Hmm… I probably feel, personally, that the strongest episode is uh, “Not What He Seems” just because it’s such a dramatic episode. Like, we know– We’ve never had an episode that dramatic. But, when we first pitched it to Disney executives… they thought it was bad. [laughs] Um, Because it didn’t have a lot of jokes in it? Like, I remember normally when we’re pitching our episode, executives can usually gauge how good they are by how much people laugh. People didn’t really laugh for that one, because it’s really tense. So we thought, maybe we’d screwed up. But, when the animation came back we were like, 'Oh! It’s GOOD that it’s tense. Like, it worked!’ Um, So, I dunno if that’s my favorite episode, but I think– that’s the episode we should’ve won an Emmy for, and I’m still pissed we didn’t. [laughs]

In terms of favorite episode, like… I dunno. I think the first episode that I really felt that the show was really starting to feel the way I wanted it to– “Time Traveler’s Pig” in season one. Like, that was an episode where Dipper had an interesting story, and Mabel had an interesting story, and uh, felt nostalgic, and based around the summer, and had a big secret callback to even previous episodes, so– I just remember when we first just got that episode back in color, I was like, 'hey I think maybe I like how I’m making this cartoon show,’ so I think that has a particularly fond place in my heart, y'know.

Q: Is Disney bringing you to SDCC or NYCC later this year to promote the journal and other books coming out? 

 A: Right, um, yeah, Disney– Disney… Disney-general and me, have like– we’re divorced. Like, they kept the house, and the pets. Y'know what I mean? It’s… we don’t like get dinner or anything. But, the Disney Publishing department, separate from Disney Television, they’re really cool, and enthusiastic, and energized. And they wanna make new cool stuff. Um, so I think it’s possible I might be at D23 this year, and it’s possible I might be at Comic Con, but I don’t have anything confirmed yet.

Q: In the scene where Bill is trying to convince Ford to join him in the Fearamid, were there any other jokes or story beats that were considered? 

 A: Which episode specifically are you talking about? [Q: The We’ll Meet Again scene.] Yea yea yea, We had a– Every scene that you’ve ever seen in the show has a ton of ton of stuff we’ve thought of and had to cut for time or other reasons. Um, I remember there was definitely a version of that where Bill was a lot trickier. Like, he sort of more successfully lied to Ford about like: 'We’re actually going to make the world a better place. Though I present myself as this chaos lunatic that’s just my personality.' Like, 'here’s ways in which we’ll IMPROVE the universe.' 

Um, but it felt out of character. We thought it was much more like Bill to just draw smiley faces in oceans and eat the sun and just– hope, that the force of his charisma could convince Ford that that was a good idea. But uh, I feel like– I feel like Bill can be really really tricky when he wants to, but by the time Weirdmageddon showed up he’s so impatient, and he’s so convinced that he won, that he was no longer like, this brilliant chess master he used to be. He’s like, 'alright let’s do it! Do what I want or I’ll eat your face.’ Like, no more– No more, like– He wasn’t as smart a tactician as he used to be, y'know?

Q: Was “We’ll Meet Again” always the song you were going to use? 

A: Oh yeah, it had to be that. It was like… I think I’d just seen Dr. Strangelove recently around that time and it stuck in my head. It seems to me, if Bill has a taste in music, it would be, like, old timey music that ranges from either weird to obnoxious to obscure. 

Uh, Disney wanted me to cut it cuz it cost them a bunch of money to get the rights, even though it’s so old, it still cost them money to get the rights. And I just… said, please. Over and over and over again. I would send an e-mail that just said, 'please.’ And send another e-mail that said, 'please.’ And I would send another e-mail that said– Yeah. [laughs] Eventually I wore them down that they’re like, 'alright we’ll spend thousands of dollars.’ [laughs]

Q: Are real comics coming? 

 A: You want comics? Would you read Gravity Falls comics?
[Audience screams]
[Alex leans his ear forward]
[AUDIENCE SCREAMS]

A: It’s a terrifying noise isn’t it, Michael? I was at a… Gravity Falls gallery, and like, they didn’t tell us how many people would show up, and it was like, THAT noise echoing from every corner. And uh like, I think I lost a year of my life. My hair started going gray, and it was like, 'oh my god, this is too much love! It’s terrifying.' 

Comics. I would love to do Gravity Falls comics. Um, I have so many… One of the tough things about a half hour show like Gravity Falls is every now and then we think of an idea that we really liked, but it was too short for a half hour; 'oh that’s only five minutes of story’– Or it’s too specific and weird. And so I have tons and tons of ideas of the show that y'know we’d like to explore this character, we’d like to show this secret, this storyline. So, I’d love to do comics. But, that’s up to Disney Publishing, and I’m trying to convince them. So, hopefully, I’ll have something exciting to announce in not too long.

Q&A with Stan and Soos

Q: Is Dipper adorable or manly?  

Stan: Dipper smells like baby wipes. Even if I cut off all my shoulder hair, and taped it to him, he wouldn’t be 1/10th as manly I am.

Q: What would you do if Mabel told you she had a date to prom? 

Stan: I would… invite the gentleman over, have some coffee, tie him to a chair and interrogate him for 10 hours, and maybe throw him in the pit. [shrug] Hands off my neice, kid!

Q: What would happen if Soos met Giffany again? 

Soos: Oh yea, I recently downloaded this couple’s therapy sim? Uh, I think she and I would have to talk about our issues and pass around a conversation pillow, and really work out these struggles. Cuz she’s got some problems, dude.

Q: Soos, why are you so perfect? 

Soos: Yeah, uh, my grandma said that a whole bunch of doves flew down and formed the shape of a perfect angel over my crib. I dunno, dude I guess I was just born that way.

the bayard is the paladin is the lion: a season 3 prediction

Alternatively titled: Watch This Child Jeopardize Her GPA in Real Time As She Ignores Her Midterms to Write Yet Another Fucking Meta

The lovely @littleblackchats already wrote an awesome post about the symbolism of the bayards for each of the characters in Voltron. But I was wondering: could we take it a step further and use the weapons - and what they say symbolically about the paladins wielding them - to make an informed guess about who’s going to end up in what lion next season?

(even if the answer to that question is no, i’m already writing this so whatever)

Since Allura, Keith, and Lance are the most likely to be swapped into new lions (or, in Allura’s case, to be put into a lion for the first time), I thought it’d be cool to take a look at what the weapons each of them wields says about their personalities, and whether that can give us hints as to who’s gonna be the Black Paladin next season while Shiro’s gone.

Alright, so in episode 1, Allura tells us that a lion’s quintessence is mirrored in its paladin, and that the paladin shapes the bayard. So lion = paladin = bayard. The lion and paladin should be similar in personalty, and the bayard should be compatible to the paladin’s style of fighting and personality as well. This is shown really well in Hunk and Pidge: Pidge’s weapon is small (like her), electric (reflecting her interest in computers), and made for precision (Pidge is more interested in finding clever solutions than just brute-forcing problems), while Hunk’s is big (just like him), long-range (reflecting his wish to stay distanced from conflict), and packs a punch (Hunk is the strongest character on the team, after all).

So the weapons tell us something about the personalities of the ones using them. But what can their respective weapons tell us about Keith, Lance, and Allura?

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My thoughts on ‘Tales From The Yawning Portal’

I received my advance copy of @dndwizards​’s new book Tales from the Yawning Portal not quite a week ago. If you haven’t heard of this book here’s the gist of it:

TftYP is a collection of seven ‘classic’ dungeon adventures from D&D editions past, all updated with fifth edition rules. In this book you get…

  • Against the Giants (AD&D)
  • Dead in Thay (D&D Next)
  • Forge of Fury (D&D 3e)
  • Hidden Shrine of Tamoachan (AD&D)
  • The Sunless Citadel (D&D 3e)
  • Tomb of Horrors (AD&D)
  • White Plume Mountain (AD&D)

All of the maps and layout have been updated to make them easier on the eyes, while their traps, monsters, structure, and challenges remains largely unchanged. TftYP is a ‘best of’ book, rather than a remake or reboot of these adventures.

If you’re a millennial who got into D&D through things like Acquisitions Inc, The Adventure Zone, or Critical Role, my take on this book is gonna be of interest to you…because this book might be specifically FOR YOU.  

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The Signs and How You Will Experienced Them

This is in no way supposed to be accurate to the usual description of signs, i justwrite down how i have experienced them. I don’t really know why either.

 Aries: very quiet at first but will bloom up if they trust you. indecisive, understanding, and sweet. loyal friend who will never judge you. doesn’t have a lot of opinions on things. likes to just chill and let it all happen. likes hugs a lot!

Taurus: loud and super ambitious. wants things done and wants it now. risk taker. gets angry quickly. very intense. cares about you but shows it in unusual ways. super prideful. enthusiastic!! loves buying new things. loves talking. 

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How OW Characters Be Like as College Roommates

Mercy:

  • So sweet and easily likeable.
  • Very clean but she has a huge stack of medical books on her desk built like a fortress.
  • Always fretting over her roommate to make sure they are taking care of themselves, exercising, eating healthy, sleeping at a decent hour (honestly when you are in college wtf is sleep)
  • Always a great study buddy during exams or needs general advice

Symmetra: 

  • The room has to be clean and follow a specific aesthetic on both sides of the room or else it will drive her crazy.
  • Cleans and moves items around every day so the space looks “presentable”
  • Generally very quiet and distant but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to be your friend. She just isn’t the best at socialising at times. 
  • Loves having cute small plants in the room to give it some…life, haha.

Tracer:

  • Very energetic roommate who insists on spontaneous outings whether that is going to McDonald’s at midnight or going to one of Lucio’s parties
  • Pretty clean room overall but she often leaves her hoodies scattered all the place. Girl can’t stay committed to one jacket in a single day.
  • Instantly become BFF’s with this gal as she is very open and LOVES to talk about dating or gossiping. 
  • Insists that every Friday you and she go out to have a girls night. It could be anything that the two of you like whether that be shopping, watching a movie, getting a pedicure, a n y t h i n g.

D.Va:

  • So. Many. Bloody. Posters. All colourful of her favourite video games and K-Pop stars.
  • She is very cool as a roommate but beware you will have to stay up late every night when D.Va streams and is playing video games. So noise may be a problem.
  • Has a terrific fashion sense and will always hook you up with a cute outfit depending on the occasion (she will dress you up for a party or a date, no matter what)
  • She isn’t the one to go to for studying as she is the master at procrastinating. Somehow she does everything last minute and gets decent grades.

Zarya:

  • You barely see her that much in residence or on campus since she is either working out or practising with her competitive team.
  • Kinda like a big sister figure who is totally down to crushing some guys who were being dicks.
  • Because she isn’t around much, the room is relatively clean and barely do you have to remind her to do her part of the cleaning. She always takes her vows seriously.
  • The closet space is full of Zarya’s weights, sports balls, and other equipment. 

Mei:

  • Pretty shy and has the cutest smile. Like you want to engulf her in a hug upon meeting her and omg you were so lucky to have her as your roomie.
  • She is always so positive and an early riser. While you might feel a bit dead inside this girl has brought you a cup of coffee to see if it will give you that wake-up call. 
  • A great study buddy when needed. She knows everything about geography and various sciences. This girl always gets straight A’s in everything she does.
  • Loves buying you cute small gifts when you are stressed. Bless her soul <3

Sombra:

  • Has so much tech in the room that it looks like a hacking centre rather than a bedroom. 
  • While she might look a bit shady she is pretty darn cool and will be brutally honest with you. 
  • Always has some random person in the room. Often times she is helping them get back at another person for their douche behaviour. Sombra is like the avenger for all broken hearts.
  • Does this girl get any sleep? Or leave the room? Whenever you get back from a class, Sombra is always seated at her desk doing god knows what. When you remark on her hermit skills she just laughs and says, “You don’t even know half of what I do sweetheart.”

Jack Morrison:

  • Really clean, simple, minimalistic look space.
  • A polite and honest guy overall. He isn’t really into parties but isn’t a hardcore introvert who stays in his room all day.
  • Always willing to help and always knows when something is on your mind. He just sits in his seat and watches you carefully before speaking if you are alright.
  • That guy who will always invite you to go to the dining hall with. He just wants you to feel comfortable and included <3

Gabriel Reyes: 

  • Like Jack, his room is pretty average and simple but carries his go to basketball, small weights, jump rope, 
  • I swear this man have so many pairs of sweatpants. That’s all he really wears so the laundry basket is always full of his dirty sweatpants.
  • Really chill and can be such a tease and a pain. But if you are stressed or pissed about something this guy will insist you two go out to town or exercise that toxic out of your system. 
  • Did I say that he gives great advice and is the perfect wingman? This guy knows how to make chicks soon and he always has a guest over.

Genji:

  • So much anime posters and one inspirational quote is plastered on the door. Despite his weebness he is really cool and inspirational to others!
  • The room always feels so clean and calm. Genji always makes sure that a nice scent of peppermint is circulating in the air. 
  • Wakes up very early in the morning and is so quiet about it. Like if you had a busy night he will make sure the next morning that he is extra careful to not wake you up.
  • Will unexpectedly bring you a cup of tea every day. The flavours vary and it is always exciting to see what he brings the next day. 

Lucio:

  • Dude’s got cool lights attached around the ceiling and glow a faint light that isn’t too harsh for the eyes.
  • So excited and hyper to be here! Honestly, this sweet guy is asking all kinds of question such as where you from, your name, what program you are in etc.
  • Encourages you to go to parties. He is little too great at persuading you to join him. But the night always ends on a good note so who cares.
  • Always asks for your opinion on his demos. If you don’t like it, he will work on it again until you are satisfied with it. Seems like you got a good music taste. 

McCree:

  • The room is like military clean on the first week but afterward it is pretty messy, with McCree’s shirts and pants littered all over the floor that didn’t quite make it to the full basket and more dirty clothes.
  • If you need a friend to binge watch a tv show or movie series, this guy is so down with it. He likes to just sit back, share a case of beer and have fun.
  • He snores very loudly at exactly 4 AM and it drives you crazy. The cowboy on rare nights does have bad nightmares and when you wake him up to ask if he is okay he will just smile and shrug it off.
  • Probably spends most of the time in the common lounge room as he likes to sit back and talk to anyone who may be around. Literally brings the floor together with his cheesy jokes and natural charms.

Junkrat:

  • The room looks like a bomb went off….oh wait a bomd did just go off!
  • Crazy messy that honestly it is probably best that you burn the room and start all over (don’t give Junkrat any ideas now!)
  • Junkrat is rather wild but when he isn’t doing something dangerous he is just fun to be around. Dude always has the most wicked sense of humour.
  • This guy barely studies but in certain courses he is brilliant. No one on the floor expected this kid to be really smart at something. Don’t be deceived by his wild looks. 

Winston:

  • Looks like a space station. Kidding. But he does have a poster of Albert Einstein. 
  • Has the biggest stash of peanut butter tucked away under his bed that no one knows bout except his roommate.
  • A gentle fellow who always encourages you to reach your potential. He is amazing at teaching and giving very heartwarming lectures about working hard and doing what you love most. 
  • Is the floor representative and all the RA’s in the residence building loves him for his optimistic attitude (plus he doesn’t break the rules…unlike Junkrat).

~Mod Rose

Two Soldiers, One Girl

Note: that title though. ;) omg. but I’m not sure how this turned out? fair warning: it’s pretty long…. let’s hope for the best. feedback is welcome! .c

Request: Can I request Steve x Bucky x Reader experimenting with different kinks (dom/sub, BDSM, control etc.)? I love your work! - @widow-made-me-do-it

-SMUT WARNING-


The whole team wanted to chill out and have a solid quiet night. You were glad you weren’t due for a mission for at least two days. Everyone was relieved to hear that until Nick could get any further information about the mysterious attacks circling the world, there was nothing you all could do, and there was no reason to get into any trouble while digging up dust and dead bugs, as Nick said.

So, you all sat around the common room, sharing funny stories and happy memories you all had. Even Bucky joined in, his smile bright and kind, the laugh he belted made your heart skip. As did Steve’s as he finished Bucky’s words when Bucky couldn’t form a coherent sentence any longer.

As the sun went down, you were sitting on the sofa with Nat and Wanda, resting your head on Nat’s shoulder while Wanda’s was on your opposite shoulder. Sam was smirking, looking around at everyone. He had the bright idea to play a game he and his friends used to play in college.

“The game is called “Top 3”. It can be about anything.“ Sam explained, his smirk deepening. “Uh, we usually played the dirty version. But, ladies are present.” Sam added as he chuckled, tipping his beer bottle towards your side of the room. All the men laughed and Nat scoffed. “Hell no! We’ll play the dirty version!” She shouted as her words slightly slurred, causing you to laugh beside her.

Wanda groaned and sat up straight. The cool air from the absence of her body heat made you shiver. “You men, always underestimating how far us ladies will go!” She said, crossing her arms. Tony snickered and shook his head. “Let’s play then!” Clint chimed in with a grin.

You and Nat sat up now, looking at Sam. “Alright, alright. We’ll go around the room. Oh! If you come up blank, ask a naughty Q!” Sam said before his eyes landed on Tony. 

“Tony, top 3 positions?” Sam asked, making the room laugh. You snorted and watched Tony’s face turn a bright shade of red. He took a long swallow of his beer and sighed, sucking his teeth afterwards.

“Doggy, missionary, against the wall.” Tony rushed out, his eyes focused on his beer bottle. A few hums and snorts sounded through the room. Tony cleared his throat and looked at Steve. 

Steve’s face held a smirk and he patiently waited as Tony figured out what to ask him. “Steve, top 3 body parts.” Tony said, feeling a little more comfortable since he didn’t have to answer for a little while.

Steve chuckled and rubbed his chin as the room grew quiet. “The obvious: ass, breasts, vagina.” Steve stated simply, causing a blush to creep onto your cheeks. His eyes glanced towards you and you bit down on your lip, shifting your gaze elsewhere. It happened to land on Bucky, who was also staring at you, his tongue circling his plump lips.

The three of you always had a little sexual tension together. You never acted on it, until you were alone in your bedroom at night. Sharing a floor with the two super soldiers had its advantages and disadvantages. 

You would hear them both grunting through the night, sometimes you would run into one of them in the hallway, shirtless and a towel wrapped around their waist. You would immediately become shy and flustered at the sight of either of them almost completely bare.

Your bathroom was in your room, whereas they shared one that was in between their bedrooms, too bad it didn’t connect through. One time when they both came back from a mission, you let Bucky shower in your bathroom. It was late and he had walked in on you being intimate with yourself, and well, you heard his own grunts not too long before he got out.

Neither of you said anything to the other after that and the next day, a similar thing happened with Steve. Now, there’s a lot of built up tension between-

“Y/N?” You heard your name being called, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Hm?” You asked, turning your head towards the voice. Nat was smirking down at you. “I asked you your top 3 kinks.” Nat said, her brows raised.

You hadn’t noticed that it was already your turn, most of what was said had been drowned out. “O-oh. Umm.” You nervously looked around at everyone. You got really shy when everyone’s attention was on you and you sank in your seat, your cheeks turning red. “I-I don’t really know.” You said quietly.

Nat nodded and tapped her chin. “Fine. You have to answer a question then.” She said in a sultry tone, resting her hand on your thigh. You gulped and looked up at her. 

“Would you ever have a threesome?” She asked, her teeth bright as she grinned down at you. Your heart sped up and you tried your best not to look at Steve or Bucky. With a tentative nod, you answered Nat’s intimidating question. 

You knew for a fact you’d let the two super soldiers devour you and make you their own little mission for the night. Nat gasped and giggled, slapping her hand on your thigh. “No way! Shy miss Y/N would have a threesome!” Nat yelled, seeming quite shocked. The room was full of laughter, gasps, and low hums. “Now that’s something you don’t hear every day!” Clint chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.

You finally gained the courage to look at Steve and his eyes were on your chest. Your eyes then moved to Bucky and he was adjusting his pants, his eyes focused on your mid-section, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Their stares caused your spine to tingle and a wave of pleasure to surge through your body, shooting straight to your core.

Nat called your name again and you quickly thought of something to tell Wanda. Wanda nudged your arm and you smiled shyly. “Top 3 places to do it?” You asked softly, unsure of how she’d react. She giggled and you heard the room laugh. “Oh, boy. This is gonna be good.” Sam snickered as Wanda thought for a moment.

She smiled and bit her lip. “Anywhere, really. But I like public places, this couch is pretty nice.” She giggled, making you and Nat gasp. “Wandaaa! Not my cooouch!” Tony whined, standing out of his chair and shaking his head. “Okay, that’s enough for me.” Tony grunted, stumbling off to go to his room, you figured. The team laughed and you shook your head at your naughty friend.


As the night went on, other members had filtered out of the room, ready for bed. You were quite ready yourself, though you had other plans than sleeping. You were pretty flustered and turned on after this, and seeing how Bucky and Steve were staring at you like hungry animals caused you to feel a ball of energy building in your core.

You sighed and stood from your seat, causing all eyes to fall on you. “Well, this was fun, but I’m ready to hit the hay.” You said softly, nervously rubbing your arm. Steve and Bucky looked at you and you heard Sam sigh. “Yeah, I’m going, too. I’ll see you all in the morning!” Sam said, leaving the common room.

Mumbling a small goodnight to your friend, you turned to look at Nat and Wanda. They smiled and gave you a kiss to your forehead and a hug before leaving to their bedrooms. You were facing with your back towards your floor mates and you slowly turned around to face Steve and Bucky.

They stood up and you nervously smiled at them; you could already feel the heavy tension in the air. “Well, I’m gonna go to sleep.” You said softly, watching them smirk before you turned around. You walked off towards the elevator and you could hear their faint whispering and footsteps behind you. Your neck heated up and it reached your cheeks.

Bucky followed closely behind Steve as they stepped into the elevator with you. You took a small nervous breath, smelling both of their cologne’s invade your senses. Swallowing thickly, you closed your eyes for a moment. You needed to calm down. Steve pressed the button to your shared floor and you sighed softly.

The elevator was quiet and the two men were standing either side of you, their bodies dangerously close to yours. You gently glanced up at Steve, noticing that same smirk plastered on his lips. He was staring straight ahead and you turned to look up at Bucky.

Bucky smirked, noticing your movement from the corner of his eyes. “It’s impolite to stare, Y/N.” Steve said, his body now facing you. You flinched a little and immediately blushed, his body moving much closer. “I-I-”, you stuttered, your eyes holding Steve’s.

You suddenly felt Bucky step closer to your back, his hands resting on your hips. “Now, now Steve. Don’t scare her. Doll, we came up with an idea.” Bucky said, moving your hair off of your shoulder with his metal hand.

Steve smirked and raised his hand up to brush his index finger along your jaw. The small action and the feel of Bucky’s hands on your body had you trembling in the knees. You weren’t sure what was happening, but you loved it. “Wh-what is it?” You asked, feeling Bucky’s lips ghosting over your neck.

A gasp fell from your lips and your eyes fluttered shut. “We want to help you find out your kinks.” Bucky whispered against your soft skin as Steve’s thumb brushed over your parted lips. “Would you like that, Y/N?” Steve asked lowly. You opened your eyes to meet Steve’s stare.

After what felt like forever, the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. You nodded and let Steve and Bucky pull you towards your bedroom. Bucky locked your door while Steve sat you down on your bed. Bucky joined Steve and they stood in front of you, their muscular arms crossed.

You licked your dry lips, fiddling with your hands in your lap. “You’re shy so I’ll bet you like to be dominated.” Bucky smirked, stepping forward. You creased your eyebrows and watched Bucky’s every move.

He bent down and placed either hand beside you on the bed, his eyes level with yours. “I want you to strip.” Bucky rasped, his breath fanning across your red tinted cheeks. “Now.” Bucky ordered, the serious undertone and all around huskiness of his voice sent a shiver to your core.

You inhaled shakily and nodded your head gently, gripping your shirt in your hands. Bucky stood out of your way and watched with Steve. They licked their lips at the sight of your chest, their eyes soaking in every inch of exposed skin.

Next were your leggings and you kicked them off. Your arms covered yourself and Steve almost cooed at your shyness. “Y/N, you’re beautiful. You don’t have to hide from us.” Steve spoke softly, reassuring you.

You sighed and slipped your hands behind your back, unhooking your bra. The chill in the air caused your nipples to harden and Steve groaned. “Fuck, look at her, Buck. I’ll bet your panties are soaked, aren’t they, Doll?” Steve asked, every word that dripped from his mouth drew you in and made your pussy throb.

You pulled your panties off and you were about to throw them to the floor along with your other clothes, until Steve gripped your wrist. You thought you did something wrong, until he took your panties from your hand and brought it up to his nose.

Steve inhaled your scent and groaned, his eyes falling shut. You guessed a woman’s scent was a kink for him, but as he passed them to Bucky, maybe both liked it just as much. “Fuck, Y/N, you smell amazing.” Bucky moaned before dropping your panties to the floor.

You blushed and bit your lip, anticipating their next move. “So, how do we start?” Steve asked, rubbing his chin as he thought. You honestly didn’t know what you liked, or you just never paid attention the few times were intimate with someone else.

Bucky discarded his shirt and motioned for you to lie down. You did just that, resting your head on your pillow in the middle of your bed. “Spread those legs for me, Doll.” Bucky said, climbing onto your bed after sliding his pants off. You could see a bulge in his black boxers and your mouth started to water.

“Maybe we could try tying your hands together? Would you like that?” Bucky asks you, his finger trailing down your torso. The simple act caused your skin to cover in goosebumps. 

“S-sure.” You all but squeaked out, feeling Bucky’s finger stop right where you needed him. “I like that idea, Buck.” You hear Steve rasp, the clicking of his belt coming undone near your ear.

You looked over, watching Steve slide his pants off. His shirt was on the floor and you couldn’t help but drink in his toned body. Bucky suddenly grasped both of your wrists tightly, eliciting a rather sensual gasp from your parted lips. Your eyes met his and he bit his lip.  "Oh, she’ll love it.“ Bucky said with a chuckle, noticing your reaction. Bucky’s hands slid down your arms as Steve started to tie his belt around your wrists.

Making sure you couldn’t break free easily, Steve dropped your arms above your head. You found that you actually liked this. Not being able to move your hands made your adrenaline rush through your veins; every move Steve and Bucky made wouldn’t be able to be stopped by you. It caused you to be more alert, and it made your pussy throb with anticipation.

Bucky’s lips placed soft kisses along your chest, his tongue lapping at your hardened nipple. You moaned and tried to grind your hips against Bucky’s, but his hands held your waist down harshly, his fingers digging deliciously into your skin.

You bit your lip and you couldn’t help but try to grind against him again, loving the reaction you pulled out of him. Bucky growled and pushed your hips down again, his metal hand flying to your neck. You let out a moan at the pressure, your eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Move again and you’ll be punished.” Bucky ordered you, his breath fanning across your face. You whimpered at his sudden dominance and opened your eyes, seeing Bucky’s eyes staring into yours. You nodded obediently and Bucky pulled his hand away with a smirk. “Steve, we’ve got a sub on our hands.” Bucky chuckled deviously as he moved to your side.

Steve was straining in his boxers as he climbed onto your bed, his lips finding yours as his hips settled between your legs where Bucky previously was. “Fuck, I love a submissive woman.” Steve whispered against your mouth.  “You call me Captain and you call Bucky Sergeant. If we hear our names, you’ll be punished.” Steve said, trailing his lips along your skin. “Yes, Captain.” You submitted to him.

His lips were on yours again and you let out a small whimper, allowing his tongue to start wrestling around with yours. Pulling away too soon, Steve’s hand caressed your cheek. “What do you want?” Steve asked, his nose rubbing gently against yours.

Your wrists twisted in the belt, your breathing becoming heavy. “I’ll be back.” Bucky called out before you could answer, his body leaving your bed. All you could focus on was Steve’s hand moving down your body towards your pussy. 

His middle finger rubbed small circles on your clit, pulling a gasp from your parted lips. “Is this what you want? You want me to play with your pretty pussy?“ Steve asked, his eyebrow raised. You nodded frantically, remembering not to grind your hips. Even though you wanted to so badly.

Steve moaned and captured your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it before pulling away. “Captain, I need you.” You whined, feeling his finger sliding down your wet folds, teasing your entrance. “You’re so wet, Y/N.” Steve whispered, kissing down your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed his way down to your collarbones. “Are you gonna be a good Doll?” Steve asked, his eyes watching your face.

You nodded and met his intense gaze, seeing him smirk. Steve moved away from you and you watched him reach for your silk scarf on your chair. He walked back over and placed it over your eyes, tying it around your head, making sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose. 

A nervous breath fell from your lips and you tugged on your bottom lip, darkness consuming your vision. Steve resumed his position and your ears perked at every movement you heard. “Do you like the blindfold?” Steve asked, his mouth resting on your hip.

Before you could reply, Bucky appeared back in your room, you had no idea where he went or what he was planning on doing.  "Playing already?“ Bucky chuckled, slipping his pants back off. “Blindfold. Nice one.” Bucky said with a smirk. He plopped down on your bed beside you. “See if she likes this.” Bucky rasped, the sound of something jiggling around in a ceramic mug catching your attention.

Since you couldn’t see, you wondered what he and the other super soldier wanted to do to your body. A whimper fell from your lips when you felt something cold and wet-no doubt an ice cube-running along your inner thigh. “Mmm, she likes it.” Steve chuckled, your muscles twitching in your thighs as his hand carried the ice cube down to your pussy. Bucky gasped when he saw your pussy clench as a cold water droplet fell down your slit.

“You’re such a responsive girl, Y/N. Who knew you’d like such naughty things?” Bucky asked, his voice closer than before. “Please, I-I need your mouth , Captain.” You quietly begged, raising your hips off of the bed. 

Steve repeated Bucky’s action from earlier and pushed your hips back down. “Remember, you said you’d be a good Doll.” Steve said firmly, tossing the nearly melted ice cube in his mouth. You felt a few droplets fall onto your pussy and you moaned. It took everything in you not to jerk your hips again. 

Bucky’s mouth was on your breast in no time as Steve let his mouth close on your wet pussy. You gasped and clenched your fists, the sucking motions coming from both of their mouths sending a wave of pleasure through you. “Oh, Cap!” You cried out, Steve’s cold tongue licking you from your entrance up to your clit.

Both men moaned against you and you squeezed your thighs around Steve’s head. He chuckled and sucked your clit into his mouth, letting one of his fingers slide into your tight hole. “Captain, oh yes!” You squealed. Bucky’s lips came up to yours and he swallowed your moans as Steve made out with your drenched core.

Steve curled his finger inside of your pussy before inserting another one. He pulled his mouth away with an obscene pop and finger fucked you fast and hard. “I want you to cum, Y/N. Cum for Captain.” Steve ordered you before attaching his lips to your clit again. Your head turned to the side and you bit the skin of your arm, broken moans falling your lips.

Your hips were grinding against Steve’s face as you felt your first orgasm of the night quickly approaching. Bucky was sucking and biting your exposed neck, no doubt giving you a few marks. 

“Fuck! Captain, I’m so close!” You yelled, digging the back of your head into your pillow. Steve smirked against your pussy. His fingers curled one last time and your back arched off of the bed, ‘Captain’ rolling off your tongue like a prayer.

After you came down from your high, Steve kissed his way up your body. “I want you on your knees.” Bucky ordered, helping you down onto your floor. You licked your lips and Bucky’s thumb pulled your chin down so your mouth was open. Steve was stroking himself on your bed now, a clear view of what was about to happen.

Bucky slowly slid his thumb into your mouth, rubbing it over your tongue. Without a second thought, your tongue stuck out, ready to submit to Bucky’s needs. "Doll, you’re killing me.“ Bucky groaned, his eyes glued to your mouth. You felt Bucky pull his thumb away and he gripped a handful of your hair so you could sit higher on your knees.

You whimpered at the sting. “And she likes hair pulling.” Steve chuckled, his thick cock resting in his large hand. You could hear his ragged breathing from behind you and it sent tingles to your core. “Are you gonna be a good Doll and suck Sergeants cock?” Bucky asked, keeping his hand gripped onto your hair.

You licked your lips and nodded. “Yes, Sergeant.” You said softly, wishing you could see Bucky’s cock. You felt the tip rub against your bottom lip and you gasped, moving your head forward only to have Bucky jerk it back by your hair. You gasped again and moaned, biting your lip. “Tell me you want it.” Bucky growled. “I want it, Sergeant. Please. Let me suck your cock.” You pleaded, tears springing in your eyes under the blindfold.

Bucky groaned lowly and you figured he liked controlling you. You didn’t mind because you were definitely up for letting him do anything to you. You felt Bucky’s cock rub against your bottom lip again. Making sure Bucky wouldn’t jerk your head away again, you slowly stuck your tongue out, twirling it around his swollen tip. A gasp fell from Bucky’s lips as he watched you.

You moved your head forward and sucked his tip into your mouth, tasting a bit of pre-cum. You hummed against him, taking in more of his thick cock. “Oh fuck, your mouth is amazing.” Bucky grunted, his hips jerking into your mouth. You moaned and urged him to keep going. “You want me to fuck your mouth?” Bucky asked you even though your mouth was occupied and you couldn’t answer.

You nodded and took more of him in your mouth, feeling his hand rest on your cheek. Inch by inch, he slid inside of your warm, wet mouth. “Fuck, Doll, yess.” Bucky choked out, his tip inching towards the back of your throat. You knew how to hold your gag reflex and Bucky gasped as he watched you take him all the way, your nose nuzzling against his pelvic bone.

Bucky’s hips pulled away, only to slide back in with more force. You moaned against him and he continued the movement, his hands resting on the back of your head. “Such a good Doll.” Bucky groaned, letting his head fall back and his eyes squeeze shut. Your head bobbed back and forth, your mouth sucking Bucky back in. You let Bucky fuck your mouth, the wet sounds making your pussy throb again.

You could hear Steve jerking himself off behind you and Bucky pulled your mouth away from him, a string of saliva connecting from your lips to his cock. Bucky inhaled deeply, watching your chest rise and fall as you caught your breath. “Captain, Sergeant, I want your cocks. Please.” You begged, the aching between your thighs becoming unbearable.

Steve chuckled deeply as Bucky helped you onto the bed. Steve pulled the scarf off of you and you blinked a few times. Steve’s cock was standing proudly and it was just begging for some action. You blushed and looked between the two, licking your lips. They were a heavy breathing mess, eyes blown with lust.

You bit your lip and looked down at the belt around your wrists. Bucky took the belt off and threw it to the side. “Who do you want first?” Steve asked you as you sat there on your knees. Bucky came up behind you, placing kisses to your shoulder. “I want both of you.” You whispered, nervously looking into Steve’s eyes.

His eyebrows raised and Bucky hummed behind you. “Double penetration. Such a dirty girl.” Steve whispered as you felt Bucky’s hands coming in front of you to grasp your breasts. You moaned and let your head rest against Bucky’s shoulder. His hand started moving down your torso as Steve was busy grabbing a bottle of lube Bucky had brought along with him just in case.

You felt Bucky’s hand cup your pussy and wiggle his hand against it. “I want your pussy.” Bucky growled, moving away from you before you could respond. You whined at the loss of contact but Bucky pulled your by your wrists to hover above him. “You’re such a pretty Doll.” Bucky said as he bit his lip, making you blush.

You turned to look at Steve and he was coating himself in lube. “Are you sure about this?” Steve asked, coming up behind you. You nodded and bit your lip, gently moving your hips back and forth. “Please, Captain.” You whimpered. Steve smirked and settled closer to you, his tip rubbing against your ass cheeks.

A shiver shot through you and you pushed back a tad, feeling his tip slowly start to push inside. You gasped and looked straight at Bucky, feeling the tip of his cock rub against your pussy. 

Slowly, they both entered you and you held your breath, your mouth hanging open. “Breathe, Y/N.” Bucky whispered, both of their cocks sliding further inside of each hole. You inhaled deeply, your eyebrows creasing and your eyelids drooping a tad. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Steve growled, his hands gripping onto your hips.

Bucky shifted down lower, bending his knees to get a better angle. You felt them both twitch inside of you and you moaned at the feeling of being so full. “Oh, please move.” You begged the two men, hearing both of their heavy breaths. Steve’s lips were on your back, pressing soothing kisses as he started to slide in and out of your ass.

Bucky reached his hands to your face, pressing his lips against yours as he started to fuck your pussy, his cock stretching you just as much as Steve’s stretched your asshole. A string of grunts fell from Steve and you whimpered against Bucky’s mouth. 

Your heart was racing and your holes were throbbing, but it felt so amazing. You never thought you’d be in this situation, and you didn’t want it to end. But feeling their huge cocks both fucking you, you knew you wouldn’t last long. Neither would they.

Steve started to speed up, his cock sliding in as Bucky’s slid out. They kept a rhythm going and it made your head spin. Steve gripped onto your hair, jerking your head back as Bucky’s mouth attached itself to your breast, his hand grasping the other.

You squealed as they both slammed their cocks into you at the same time. “Fuck, it’s so deep!” You yelled, your body shivering with pleasure. The room was filled with skin slapping against skin, manly grunts, and your high pitched moans.

“Your pussy is so good. You’re such a good Doll for us, Y/N.” Steve growled from behind, his forehead resting against your back. You gasped as you felt one of their hands reach down to rub your clit, causing your pussy to clench. “Fuck!” Bucky yelled, his cock slamming into your pussy harder as Steve slapped your ass.

Bucky’s cock twitched inside of your pussy, his tip bumping against your g-spot full force. “You’re gonna make me cum.” You breathed, watching Bucky’s eyes roll into the back of his head. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his neck, licking a stripe up and back down. Both of your holes clenched around their cocks and they moaned simultaneously. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Bucky groaned, the veins in his neck popping.

Steve was breathing heavily and all it took was one thrust from each of them to send you into ecstasy. “Oh, Sergeant! Captain!” You cried out, your hands tugging on Bucky’s hair. 

They continued to slam into you, chasing their own release. “Oh god. Oh go-” Steve’s words were cut off by a loud, drawn-out moan, Bucky following right after.

You breathed heavily as you felt them fill you up with their hot cum. They were shaking above and beneath you, your holes throbbing around them as they rode out their orgasms. Your head fell onto Bucky’s sweaty chest and he was breathing rapidly. Steve pulled out of you, falling to your side.

You heard Steve chuckling and you lazily turned your head to face him, feeling Bucky slide out of your pussy. “I can’t believe it took us so long to do this.” Steve said, turning his head over to look at you. Bucky chuckled under you and you blushed. “Well, I know some of my kinks now.” You said softly, your cheeks hot.

Bucky rubbed your sides and you noticed his metal hand was now warm instead of cold. “You’re honestly so amazing.” Bucky breathed, his hands moving your hair out of your face. You reached your hand out for Steve and pulled him in for a kiss. Bucky watched with a smile on his face.

Steve hummed into the kiss and Bucky gripped your chin, your lips making a wet sound after you pulled away from Steve. Bucky’s lips met yours and Steve huffed beside you. “Such a selfish man. I get her pussy next.” Steve said with a small chuckle. You pulled away from Bucky and looked between the two.

“Wait, so this is gonna happen again?” You asked with wide eyes. Bucky laughed and you got off of him to sit in between the two. Bucky turned on his side, facing you. Steve did the same, both of their hands resting on your thighs. “If you want.” Steve whispered, placing a kiss to your arm.

You blushed again. “There’s a lot of kinks out there, Y/N.” Bucky said lowly, his tongue licking up your other arm. You bit your lip and smiled. “Well, who’s ready for round 2?” You asked, hearing the two men chuckle.

“I am.”

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Sneaky bastard - Bruce Wayne x Reader (NSFW)

Since I have no shame, yet another smutty story (it’s been a while). It’s not just smut though, there’s a plot, and there’s lots of fluff@whovianayesha hope you’ll like it and don’t think it’s total shite, because as usual, I feel like it’s pretty badmaybe I rushed things a bit too much ? I mean, actions gos by too fast and don’t make sense ? EEEEEH I’M ALWAYS SO STRESSED YOU GUYS WON’T LIKE MY WRITING WHENEVER I POST SOMETHING, sorry for being such an annoying angsty woman, I just hope you’ll like  :

WARNING NSFW (smut, don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable, go read my other very safe for work stories instead ;)), LANGUAGE. It’s long, sorry.

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If someone would have told you a few weeks ago that you’d save the goddamn Batman, you’d probably would have laughed in their faces. It seemed so ridiculous, that a rookie such as you, who literally joined the forces not even a month before, would ever save a man like the Dark Knight. 

And yet, it happened. And it was wicked awesome.

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He was fighting a bunch of thugs in a back alley, when you came by. You weren’t even gonna intervene, you knew the man, you already saw him roaming Gotham City before you became a cop, he could definitely handle himself…But then, you noticed one of the guy he was fighting take a few steps back, and draw a gun. It was pointed right at the bat’s head and he was going to pull the trigger in a matter of seconds ! 

You didn’t think, you acted. You jumped in the alley, surprising all of them, and with an expertly done high kick, you got the gun out of the man’s hand, knocking him down with a mean left hook. Damn, you turned into a total badass under the adrenaline ! 

Batman quickly got rid of the las few thugs, and turned to you. Suddenly, you didn’t feel that excited anymore, the man was impressive. So tall. Large. Muscular. Yeah ok, he was totally sexy. 

He turned his weird glowy white gaze on you, and, with a voice too rough and low to be human, asked you : 

-Are you alright ? This was very foolish to jump in like that, I didn’t need your help. You could have been very hurt. 

-Yeah I’m alright, and like Hell you didn’t need my help, I totally saved your life dude, be more thankful ! Jeez louiiise. 

-…

-Wow. Ok. So you’re an ass. 

-The ass can give you a ride to the nearest hospital, you’re bleeding. 

-What ? 

He pointed to your arm, and…oh. Yeah. You got shot. Damn. 

-I didn’t even feel it…

-Must be the rush of epinephrine in your blood. Come on, follow me. 

-Wow wait, you’re gonna give me a ride…in the batmobile ?! 

-Do you see any other car ? Climb in, and do not touch anything. 

You tried to keep your cool. To act like it was no big deal…but the adrenaline in your veins doubled in volume as you sat in the car you so often dreamt of riding when you were a child. Fuck this was great ! 

He drove you to the nearest hospital, without saying a word, and almost threw you out of the car. Ass. 

Your wound wasn’t deep, a bullet just grazed you and you only needed a few stitches, you were out two hours later. You went home by foot, because walking always cleared your mind, and damn it needed to be clear right now. Anyway, you weren’t living too far away. 

You just saved the Batman ! YOU JUST SAVE THE BATMAN !! 

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First Love

Summary: You move into a new apartment and you become enemies with your new neighbor.

Pairing: Min Yoongi / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 4.4k

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“Thank you so much for helping me.” You hugged your friend.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay here alone?” She asked concerned.

“I’ll be okay Chae.”

She hugged you once again before leaving.

Now to unpack.

You finally moved out of your parents house and into your own apartment. You wanted a change. The only thing was that you were living in the more active side of town. You were more towards the city so the crime rates were a little high. Plus it was loud.

As soon as you went through your boxes, pulling out picture frames first you heard piano coming from next door. You leaned in closer to get a clearer sound. It was beautiful.

You decided to just go back to unpacking. You did feel a little uneasy being alone. This was a new feeling for you, being on your own.

One of the first things you wanted to do was set up your TV. You hooked up your cable, easy enough and then turned your TV on using the remote. As soon as you turned it on, it seemed to be working fine so you left and went to the kitchen putting away some dishes.

You turned around from the sound of plastic hitting the floor. Sammy. Your cat jumping up on the counter knocking shit off like usual.

“Get down.”

You went back to unpacking your kitchen box when you heard the cable going out with a loud static you had to cover your ears. You immediately went into panic mode trying to find the remote that you only had a few minutes ago.

The noise was unbearably loud that you couldn’t take another second. You heard a loud door bell ringing over the static.

You quickly went to the door opening it up seeing a young guy looking extremely annoyed.

“Shut it off!” He tried to shout over the noise.

“What?” You yelled back.

“Shut it off!” He made his voice louder.

“I’m trying!”

He entered your apartment uninvited and marched over to your TV. He couldn’t find the buttons to the TV so he just reached around and unplugged it.

You looked at him apologetic.

“You couldn’t do that?” He snapped.

“I’m sorry….my cat must of knocked the cable out.”

He rolled his eyes making his way towards the door. “You just move in?”

“Yeah.” You nervously tugged your hair behind your ear.

“Please keep it down.” He glared at you before he stepped out your apartment and you heard the door next door shut. Was he the one that was playing the piano?

You glanced at the time seeing it was 10:30. No wonder he was mad, who wouldn’t be mad.

You decided to just call it a night and dragged yourself to your room.

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The next morning you got a call from your friends Chae and Jisoo. They wanted to meet you for lunch. As soon as you got ready they texted you the address of the place. It wasn’t too far.

“Hey girl.” Your friend Chae greeted you. “How’s the place?”

“It’s pretty nice, and cozy.” You smiled.

“Did you finish unpacking?”

You shook your head. “Too tired.” You leaned back in your chair.

“What apartment complex did you move into again?” Jisoo asked.

“The Gardens.”

“Really?” She asked. “My brother lives there.” She smiled.

“That’s cool.”

“Now I can visit you both at the same time.”

“You go there often?”

“Not really, my brothers always busy.” She pouted.

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You didn’t stay long, you still had a lot of packing to do. Before you went upstairs you stopped at the main office claiming your mailbox. They gave you a key and they told you to make sure it works from it being a little out of date.

You went back to the front door where the mailboxes were and attempted to open your mail box. As soon as you opened it you saw a letter already.

Welcome to The Gardens.

That’s it?

You heard noise next to you as someone else was getting their mail. The guy from last night. You tried not to cause attention to yourself. You walked back over to the office saying your key was fine and headed towards the stairs. You had to pass the mailboxes again to get to there.

You saw the guy look in your direction as you walked forward.

“Hey….I’m sorry for last night I was just trying to finish my work.” He apologized.

“No I’m sorry for making so much noise.” You smiled.

“I’m Yoongi.” He reached out his hand.

“I’m (Y/N).” You shook his hand.

“Do you need any help unpacking?” He kindly offered.

“No that’s okay I only have a few boxes left.” The shy person you were avoided any confrontation as possible. Even how cute this guy was.

“Okay well, you know where to find me.”

He went to the elevator. You were honestly afraid of elevators you avoided them at all cost. You were only on the third floor so it wasn’t a big deal.

As soon as you got to your room you continued unpacking, you had more then you led on.

“Sammy, don’t you dare touch that TV.” She looked at you then swatted at the cord making it fall out again. The irritating noise come back.

“Sammy!” You ran to your TV hitting the power button turning off the sound. You didn’t bother even looking for the remote because you knew you wouldn’t find it.

You heard a instant knock on your door. “You’re making me look bad Sammy.”

(I actually talk to my cat, not crazy cat lady way but like this, so I hope this is not weird xD lol)

You opened the door to see the familiar face of annoyance. “Need help with your TV again?”

“I’m sorry but I turned it off quicker this time.” He walked into your apartment again uninvited. He sat down in front of your cable box attempting to screw in the cable.

“Here’s your problem.” He sat up. “Your cable adapter is broken….it just spins it doesn’t tighten that’s probably why it keeps falling out.”

“Oh.”

“Your gonna need a new one.”

“Here I have a better idea.” You grabbed the duct tape and started to unwrap it.

“Really? Duct tape doesn’t fix everything.” He arched his eyebrows.

“It will do for now so Sammy won’t knock it out again.”

“Sammy?” He asked.

“My cat.” You confirmed.

He laughed. “Of course.”

His laugh was beautiful.

What were you thinking, you just met this guy and he seemed like a grouch. No offense.

He looked around your apartment seeing the mess. “It looks like you still have a lot of work to do.”

“Yeah….I’m not exactly sure where I’m putting everything yet.” You bit inside your cheek.

“Need any help?”

“That’s okay I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Okay.” He nodded and made his way towards your door. “Hopefully your cat can keep it quiet.” He smiled causing you to blush.

Why was his smile so perfect? Why was he effecting you this way?

-

You woke at 5am on this Saturday morning so you can start your morning shift at 6am. You worked with your parents twice a week but you also had a full time job at the local restaurant for about two years now.

It was nicer since you only had to travel a few blocks but now you were on your own so it was either walk or city bus since you didn’t have a car.

You hated working at the restaurant, it was always busy at night and you had to deal with rich snobs. There was occasional sweet people who left you nice tips but that was a rare occasion. You were trying to work your way through school. You still had two years left.

“You’re late sweetie.” Your mother scolded you.

“I’m sorry, the bus was late.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you taking the bus.”

“It’s fine mom.”

“You should of worked on getting a car first before moving into an apartment.” You rolled your eyes. She was always like this.

“Mom I’m 21 now, I need to be on my own.”

“Okay fine then be on time.” You squinted your eyes.

Your parents owned a local pharmacy in the city.

-

As soon as you dragged your self off the bus you were already tired. Saturdays were your busy day at the pharmacy. When you reached your apartment entrance you decided to stop at the mail box.

You opened your box and it only had a few letters in there. You couldn’t imagine you having mail already. As soon as you pulled them out you noticed the name saying Min Yoongi.

You felt a mini anxiety attack meaning you had to bug him again.

When you got to your floor you stood outside his door taking a deep breath before you lifted your fist and softly knocked.

You heard the door handle turn not to long after. When he opened the door he seemed surprised to see you there.

He didn’t say anything he just stared waiting for you to say something.

“Um….your mail was in my mail box by accident.” You looked down handing over his mail.

“They do that a lot…they probably have dyslexia.”

You pursed your lips. “Okay well-” You started to turn around.

“Wait.” He stopped you suddenly. “Can I ask your advice on something?”

You looked at him confused. He moved to the side so you could walk through. He shut the door behind you making you jump. You didn’t know why you felt so intimidated by him.

You waited until he led you to a open space next to the living room. He had a grand piano next to a Yamaha electronic keyboard.

“I want advice from an outsiders point of view instead of my friends who hear my stuff all the time.”

He sat down at the piano and he looked at you signaling you to sit next to him. You noticed the music sheet on the stand labeled ’Butterfly’.

He brushed the keys before he pressed down playing the first note. The song was unbelievably gentle. It gave you some inner feeling you couldn’t explain. You had chills, you have never heard anything so beautiful in your entire life.

The song felt emotional.

After he was done he looked forward, like he was thinking until he turned to you. “Was it okay?”

“Okay? It was beautiful.” You sweetly smiled.

“Really?”

“Yeah….you wrote that?”

He nodded. “Amazing.”

“Thank you.”

-

For the past week you couldn’t get Yoongi out of your head. The way he smiled, even though that wasn’t often. But yet you couldn’t figure him out. One moment he was grouchy the next he was sweet.

You couldn’t even tell if he likes you or not. He’s either knocking on your door telling you you’re being too loud or he’s inviting you over for advice then kicks you out.

You were a dance major so once you hooked up your stereo you were always practicing, which often caused Yoongi coming over asking you to lower the music.

-

You were living at the apartment for a month now and you had a huge audition coming up so you had to practice as much as you could.

You had your music at a dim volume so Yoongi wouldn’t come pounding on your door again, it got to the point that every time he saw you he was constantly wearing a annoyed expression and he hasn’t invited you over since that one day two weeks ago. You came to the conclusion that he didn’t like you.

You practiced your whole routine twice through still needing to practice it.

As you started the third time you heard loud music coming next door. You stopped immensely to turn your music up a little more but that made no effect. It seemed his music just got louder. For the past ten minutes you just tried to ignore it but it had no use. You stopped your music and left your apartment in a rage.

You buzzed his doorbell and knocked as loud as you could. He opened the door arching his eyebrows. You heard a echo of his music coming from another room.

“Can you please keep it down?” You shouted.

“Sorry am I too loud?” He smirked.

“I’ve been keeping my end low lately.” You argued.

“I can still hear yours, so I just decided to turn mine up.”

“I have an important audition coming up.” You basically whined.

“Oh, that’s why your dressed like that.” He referred to your ballet sweats.

You glared at his cocky smile. “I’m being serious.”

“Well sorry I’m doing my job.”

“Is your job being rude as fuck?” Your shy side no longer an issue.

Yoongi stepped back with a surprised expression but he still had a smile on his face. You also saw that he had guest so you immediately toned down.

“Okay I’ll turn it down if you do.” He smirked again.

You rolled your eyes and stormed back to your room.

You knew you weren’t being that loud he’s trying to get back at you.

“You have a friendly neighbor.” Jhope laughed sarcastically at his friend.

“She’s cute.” Jimin said making Yoongi smile.

-

You wasted too much time angry at Yoongi that you had to already get ready for your night shift at the restaurant.

It was 9:30pm and you were counting down the time you could go home. You still had a dreadful four hours. You stood to the waiting area for another family or couple to be seated. You looked at the direction of a young couple entering the dinning area. Your eyes widen as you had to take a double glance towards the pair.

It wad Yoongi with a girl. She was beautiful. Of course he has a girlfriend.

Wait a minute, why did you all of a sudden feel jealous? After today you never want to see or hear from him again.

You don’t care. You don’t care.

You kept repeating.

“(Y/N)!” You heard your manger whisper shout at you. You looked at him and he pointed to the young couple.

Of course. You have to seat him.

You made your way over to them and bowed. Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes and then he smirked. He didn’t say a word that he knew you, which you were kind of grateful for. You lead them to their table and pulled out your pad.

“Hello I’m (Y/N) and I’ll be your server, can I start you with some drinks?” You asked professionally.

“I’ll take a water….Suga?” She tried to get his attention. He looked up from the menu.

“Same.” Then looked back down.

You walked away getting ready to get their drinks. Why did she call him Suga? Was it some cliche couple name? Why were you caring so much?

“Why so grumpy?” One of the cooks laughed as you set up the drinks.

“Nothing.” You smiled sarcastically.

“Are you guys ready to order?” You said as sweet as you can while putting their drinks on the table.

“Yeah.”

She ordered and then he just agreed on whatever she was having.

The rest of the night was a blur, as you waited in your service area, you occasionally caught Yoongi glance at you and he would do his annoying smirk.

You honestly couldn’t get him through your head. Was he purposely trying to annoy you or make you uncomfortable because it was working.

Cleaning up their table you collected the envelope where they placed the tip and put it in your pocket with the rest of your tips.

Later that night you dragged yourself up the stairs through your apartment complex. You dreaded this job, but it was too good of a paycheck to pass up.

As soon as you entered your room, the shoes came flying off. You heard faint piano keys from the room over. What was he still doing up? It was 1:30am.

It reminded you to check your tips. You opened the envelope from.his table. You pulled out the amount and looked at it confused. This must be a mistake. $300. You never got that high of a tip before.

You knew he was up so you made your way next door knocking. You heard the piano stop suddenly and not to long the door opened.

He had a habit of not greeting you, he would just stare and wait for you to speak first.

“I think you accidentally gave me too much money.” You waved the envelope.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Yoongi this is $300….even rich people with ten houses don’t give me that much.”

“That’s how much we gave you.” It looked like he was almost going to shut his door in your face

“Well…its too much….I appreciate it but I’m not struggling or anything.”

“It’s fine, my friend has a lot of money….you deserve it.”

Before you could speak he did shut the door in your face.

You deserve it? You went back to your apartment confused. How would he know? Yoongi was a puzzle that you were trying to figure out. Even though your close to finishing it there’s always one piece that’s missing.

-

It was the end of next week and your last day to practice your dance routine and of course Yoongi had his music interrupting your music again.

You marched back over pounding on his door. His music never stopped so he probably didn’t hear you. You jiggled the handle and saw that it was opened. You didn’t see him once you entered. You just followed the music until you stood in front of another door. You turned the knob and saw a studio type den.

He was sat down in a chair in front of a panel filled with hundreds of switches and buttons.

“Yoongi!” You shouted over the music. He slightly jumped and turned the music down to a dim.

“What do you want?”

“Don’t you own a pair of headphones?” You snapped.

“Yes.” He smirked.

“Why are you doing This? To get back at me? I’m sorry for the past few weeks okay…..so can you please stop punishing me I’ve been playing my music low every night for you.” You rambled.

“Why should I, I pay to live here and I’ve gotten no complaints till you lived here.”

“Why are you such a jerk?” You yelled.

“If I’m such a jerk then move.” He stood up.

“You know what, good idea.” You turned around and headed towards his door.

You were close to his opened door but before you could leave he beat you to it and closed the door with his presence behind you.

“I’m sorry okay.” You turned around and walked backwards until your back hit the door from how close he was. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Why do you care….you hate me.” Your tone of voice was still agrivated.

You saw him lean in closer. “I dont hate you.” He glanced at your lips before looking into your eyes again. You saw him lean in even closer that you could feel his breath on your lips.

You were tempted to fill in the rest of the space but your mind flashed back to the restaurant. He had a girlfriend. You weren’t gonna be some homewrecker to some innocent girl who has a cheating boyfriend.

“Can you let me leave please.” You said softly.

“Do you hate me?” He asked sadly.

You didn’t answer you just closed your eyes to avoid his gaze. “Please Yoongi.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” He backed up and opened the door. After you left you couldn’t help but feel guilty. The look on his face was haunting.

-

The only positive thing this week was that you passed your audition with flying colors but the rest of the week was quiet. You didn’t have to practice or neither did you hear Yoongis music through your wall. You were happy but yet you felt lonely.

But you tried to not feel guilty, he wanted you to suffer and you did.

It was Monday so you had the night off. Thank God.

You were about to cook yourself some dinner when you heard a loud irritating noise. You looked over to where it was coming from and you saw your cat playing with the cable again.

“Sammy!” You ran over and chased her away from the TV. You quickly hit the switch making it quiet again. You expected a knock on your door immediately but nothing. You went back to the kitchen to go back to cooking. You were actually quite sad honestly, you wanted him to go to your door like before.

After you finished your meal, you went back over to the TV and plugged the cable on. When you turned it on it was still a loud irritating static.

What the hell? The cable was in. You turned your TV off again to make it quiet. You pulled out the cable to look at it. It was broken, actually more chewed off.

“Sammy.” You mentally argued. She must of just did that. You put your shoes on getting ready to leave. You needed to buy a new cable, you couldn’t just sit in silence for the rest of the night.

As soon as you opened your door, Yoongi was waiting on the outside. “Having trouble with your TV?” He smirked.

“My cat chewed it up.” You looked down.

“You need a spare?” He asked.

“You have a spare?” He nodded.

“I was gonna give it to you before but then you pulled out the duct tape.” He smiled making you blush.

He tilted his head for you to follow him. And you did.

When you entered his apartment you closed the door behind you. He went to the end of the hall into a walk in closet. He leaned down and grabbed a fresh new cable that was still in its package.

He stood back up and handed it to you. He looked at you with hungry eyes. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you.” You softly spoke as he handed it to you.

“Do you need help hooking that up?”

“Um…I-” He caused you to stumble over your words as he leaned in closer to you, resting his hand on the wall next to you.

He smiled as you attempted to speak. You closed your eyes. The last thing you saw was him leaning in closer but this time you were frozen. You finally felt his lips brush yours. It felt nice. You didn’t push him away, your lips actually responded against his. He gently pulled your hips to his feeling every inch of him closer to you.

Before you could go in any deeper. You softly pushed him away. “What about your girlfriend?”

He laughed. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You looked at him confused. “But what about at the restaurant-”

“That’s not my girlfriend…we work together and she invited me out for dinner.”

Now that you thought about it, that night you never seen them being affectionate. It was wrong for you to assume.

“So…” He waited for you to do something. “Can I kiss you again?”

You blushed as he leaned in forward. You bit your lip nervously while you nodded in approval. He once again broke the free space bringing his lips towards your.

This time he didn’t hold back, he kissed you desperately. Like he wanted to for a while. He lifted you up and carried to the next room over which was his studio. He sat you on his desk and immediately started sucking on your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist to feel him closer.

You felt his hand make it’s way up your shirt playing with the hooks of your bra. You toyed with the waist band of his sweats making his voice moan vibrating your skin. You felt chills run down your spin.

He left your neck and went back to your lips. He moved his tongue inside to explore every inch. The butterflies went off when You felt his member poking you through his thigh. You had the urge to reach through his pants grabbing him but your shy side didn’t want to make anything uncomfortable.

He pulled away noticing how you stiffened up. “You can tell me to stop, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I feel that way about you.” He arched his eyebrows confused. “I want to um-” You nervously stumbled.

“Say no more.” He leaned in kissing you again tugging on your sweat pants. He pulled them off in a swift motion dragging down your underwear also. He pulled away slightly to admire your body. You smiled as he started tugging on his own pants.

But before you could get a look at him he kissed you again. You felt his member brush your folds before pushing in. You arched in pain as you tried to adjust to his size.

He didn’t give you much time as he started thrusting into you. The pain was visible for the first few pumps until it turned into pleasure. You tilted your head back enjoying the pleasure.

You heard him giggle watching you skirm. You grabbed onto the edge of the desk as you felt your body reach its climax. Your moans were pretty much uncontrollable at this point. The feeling hit you immensely, you felt weak but he kept his quick pace working up his own release.

He continued to rock against you until you heard a ring enter the quiet room. You giggled as he rolled his eyes but he didn’t stop. You leaned in and kissed him passionately while he hit his release.

You both took a second to catch your breath. “Your phone’s still ringing.” You whispered.

He leaned back and made a cute groaning sound. He pulled his pants up while going to his phone.

“Yeah?” He answered annoyed.

“What took you so long to answer the phone?” You heard the other end. You slid off the desk and pull your pants back up.

“I was busy.”

“I’m outside your door.” You heard the female.

You watched as his eyes widen. Then turn to annoyance. “Okay.”

Then he hung up. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

“My sister’s here.” He walked out of the room while you followed him.

“You want me to go?” You asked before he made it to the door.

“No…please stay.” He begged.

You went over to the couch and sat down. He opened the door for his sister greeting her in the process.

You glanced back and you never felt more anxiety.

“(Y/N)?”

“Jisoo?” There stood your best friend, who happened to be sister’s with the guy you just slept with.

-

Masterlist | Part 2

::**HALSEY PLOTS

To celebrate the one-year anniversary of susierpt, I had you all vote on what you wanted me to do – and a masterlist of plot bunnies inspired by Halsey songs won! Feel free to use these ideas, and if you like them, a like or a reblog is much appreciated. Thanks for one year of RPT, everyone!

  • trouble: muse a and muse b are in a tempestuous, destructive relationship. the two raise hell together by day, but by night, behind closed doors, they argue and fight all the time, muse a seeming to almost take pleasure in tormenting muse b. but despite how awful muse a can be, muse b stays with them, the passion and excitement of the relationship intoxicating them. muse b will gladly allow muse a to set them on fire – just so long as they do not leave them. muse a, in turn, is too proud to admit that they need muse b. if muse b ever did get tired of their shit and leave them, they have no idea what they’d do. the two are trapped in a cycle that’s headed for mutually assured destruction, but neither are willing to get themselves out.
  • colors: muse a is muse b’s ex. the two were together for a long time, and the relationship was a transformative one for muse a. being with muse b made them into someone new – but ultimately, muse b didn’t like who that was. the two broke up, despite muse a still being very much in love. the two haven’t really spoken since the breakup, but now, muse a is watching from a distance as muse b falls apart. always someone with a lot of personal demons and problems to wrestle with, it seems muse b can’t cope alone, but they’re far too proud to admit it. will muse b allow muse a back into their life to help them? and will the two ever be able to salvage their relationship – or at least their friendship? and how can muse a help when the loss of their love has left them damaged, too?
  • strange love: muse a and muse b run with vastly different social circles, but meet one night at a party held by a mutual acquaintance. although muse b is known for being distant, cool, and untouchable, something about muse a charms them, and the two end up talking about deep, personal matters, things they never thought they’d discuss with anyone, let alone a complete stranger. one thing leads to another, and the two wind up hooking up in the bathroom. the next day, muse a wakes up to find out that someone captured pictures of them making out with muse b – and that they’re all over social media. muse a and muse b now must attempt to navigate an attempt at a relationship, while dealing with the rumors and gossip surrounding them.
  • roman holiday: muse a and muse b are childhood friends. grew up next door to each other, went through school together, played games together, the whole shebang. they also found refuge in one another from their awful family situations, both coming from abusive households. one day, after the two have finished high school, it becomes too much. muse a shows up at muse b’s bedroom window in the middle of the night, after a particularly bad night with their parents, and tells muse b they’re leaving forever – and they want muse b to come with them. the two pack their things, get in muse a’s car, and drive off into the night, intent on never seeing their parents again. the further they drive, the less they can deny their own romantic feelings towards each other, and soon, it becomes the vacation from reality that they’d always dreamed of; far away from their parents, happily kissing and sleeping curled up with each other in the backseat. but vacations from reality can’t last forever… right?
  • ghost: muse a is a self-described “bad influence,” and they warned muse b as much when they first got involved. at first, the relationship was passionate, fun, and loving, but over time, muse b watched muse a become less and less interested in them. soon, their relationship went from committed and exclusive to open and casual – but still possessive. both claim that they are “non-exclusive” and can sleep with other people, and both do, but muse b is still far more invested in the relationship. still, neither of them can bring themselves to break it off completely. no matter how many other people they sleep with, muse a will always come back to muse b for “one last fuck,” and no matter how much they claim to hate muse a, muse b will always let them.
  • 100 letters: muse a was a very, very bad partner to muse b. always tearing them down and insulting them, and making them feel alone. finally, muse b got sick of this shit, and walked out, finally standing up for themselves. now, muse a wants them back, but muse b isn’t having it. muse a sends muse b a letter every single day, declaring their love, ignoring muse b as they threatened to take them to court for stalking them. whose patience will snap first?
  • eyes closed: muse a and muse b used to be dating, but broke up. muse a is over it, but muse b isn’t. to cope, muse b has thrown themselves into a relationship with muse c – and it isn’t working. although muse c is devoted to them, muse b still has feelings for muse a, and just can’t seem to move on. torn between wanting to win muse a back and avoid hurting muse c, muse b stays in their unfulfilling relationship, stringing muse c along further just to avoid being alone.
  • coming down: muse a was in a really bad situation when they met muse b, and muse be managed to “save” them somehow. this resulted in muse a falling hopelessly in love with them. although muse b cares for them, the feeling isn’t entirely mutual. it’s unclear how much of muse a’s devotion to muse b is actual love, and how much is just gratitude. either way, muse b is perfectly willing to exploit it, using muse a’s devotion to them to get things done – no matter how unpleasant or outright immoral.
  • hurricane: muse a is a player, preying on younger, vulnerable people, using them for sex before moving on to the next one, muse b is their karma. muse b is fiercely independent, and actively seeks out muse a, because they know they can count of them for meaningless sex. however, muse a falls fast and hard for muse b, and is now given a taste of their own medicine when they find themselves chasing a relationship with someone who doesn’t care for them at all.
  • strangers: two girls, muse a and muse b, have begun a secret relationship, hiding it from their family and friends. muse a wouldn’t mind keeping it a secret, if muse b wouldn’t stop insisting that this isn’t, in fact, a relationship. muse b claims that it’s just a meaningless fling, but muse a isn’t convinced. muse a wants muse b to commit to them, even if not publicly, but muse b refuses – at least, for now.
  • young god: muse a is the child of a cop, and a total goody-goody. they’ve never broken the rules in their life, and believes in the police force as the ultimate force for good. muse b, however, has other ideas. muse b has fashioned themselves a vigilante, tracking down and punishing criminals themselves, changing the world, one assault at a time. when muse a and muse b begin to fall for each other, muse b persuades muse a to question the law for the first time, and join their crusade. but muse b isn’t exactly a pinnacle of goodness or justice, no matter how hard they try, and their life is a dangerous one. muse a wants to help them change the world, but how far is too far?
  • closer: okay, you know this one. muse a and muse b went out for awhile a few years ago, but split up for whatever reason. now, years later, they find each other again in a hotel bar. despite all the reasons the relationship failed the first time, the two decide to get back together again – just for one night. for one night, they’ll pretend their breakup never happened, and that the outside world doesn’t exist.
  • sorry: muse a is a very insecure person. for a variety of reasons, they believe that no one will ever truly love them. muse b, however, is determined to prove them wrong. but years and years of feeling completely alone and unlovable don’t vanish overnight, and muse a frequently pulls away from muse b, expecting that soon, they’ll leave anyway. unfortunately, this has become a form of self-sabotage – the more muse a expects muse b to leave, the more they withdraw, and the more muse b does actually consider leaving. 
  • bad at love: muse a is someone who’s suffered a lot of personal problems and heartbreak, and has been left a broken, lonely, dysfunctional person. convinced that finding their soulmate will “fix” them, they’ve gone through a lot of short-lived relationships. the latest is with muse b. muse a is, as always, convinced that this relationship will be the one to solve all their problems. muse b likes muse a, but knows that they can’t save them – muse a will have to do that themselves.

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on the new gaming vid? They seemed so happy and cute and lighting has improved everything A++ ^_^

(faceapp)

  • 2 seconds in and i’m already shook i can’t believe this is real we are literally looking into their new house they are literally actually filming in a new HOUSE and it’s all just too much to process
  • phil sitting cross legged on the same old futon and fixing the tetris lights and balancing them and the pacman light on cardboard boxes is all too cute his enthusiasm is too much for me and dan definitely thinks it’s so cute too and this whole intro is just so soft
  • i love that phil owns up to the fact that this was his idea while dan is tryna go for his traditional ugh this is too stupid and vapid and too mainstream and not creative enough shtick. phil giving no fucks about a got damn quality threshold is my kink
  • when phil is attempting to take his neutral expression selfie and slightly pouts and he and dan giggle (i’m being generous w that term bc dan’s was more like a squawk tbh) at the exact same moment i just smiled so hard. they’re so cute. and they’re both apparently kind of uncomfortable w the notion of like trying to look sultry in photos which is why that pouty expression made them laugh immediately, and also is a good precursor to the whole discussion that comes later about phil’s ladybird selfie
  • dan’s look into the camera at 2:13 gave me lifeeeeee i like that he’s trying to shade phil for taking forever to get his fuckin selfie but instead he has this ever so subtle up tilt to his lips bc he can’t completely hide his smile ughaierjoaierj
  • omg underrated discussion in this video: at 2:26 once phil has finally succeeded in taking the selfie he turns to dan and says “i look alright there” but w the intonation of a question, like he’s literally asking dan for affirmation that he looks good and  not only that but he full on turns to look at dan and gauge his reaction and that felt so special and genuine to me??? like??? not a sort of thing i would expect to see tbh? and in general this video was obvi silly and just a bit of fun but also i thought the level of feedback they were giving each other on their photos and the way they were reacting was all so,,, warm and comfortable and surprisingly open. in this instance i’m also just frustrated bc dan was about to say something in response to phil asking dan if he looks alright, but he cuts himself off. he says ‘that’s an excep—’ and it def sounds like he was gonna say exceptional or exceptionally and i need to know what his thought was. i also like that the thought he interrupts himself with is about phil still having slight crazy eyes. we’ve talked about phil’s own explanation for his wide-eyed deer-in-headlights expressions in selfies a bit on this blog. according to him, he resorts to doing that bc having his photo taken makes him uncomfortable, so it was cute to me that dan noted that phil still did a little bit of the wide eyes without giving any context for why he was pointing it out bc it’s just an understood thing that they obvi have talked about a lot
  • 3:14 dan’s horrified and squeaky “what have they done to your face?” is so good. it’s just. so good. he sounds so outraged that they’ve fucked w phil’s face i lov it
  • 3:20 is the besttttttttt. this is the exchange where dan teases phil for being old and i love everything about it i love how dan made that comment without even thinking which sort of suggests that teasing phil for being old is just a regular/habitual thing and i love the way phil reacted bc it wasn’t rly irritated or even mock irritation in the end. instead he just played along w dan’s joke and accepted it and the whole exchange was so warmmmmmmm and comfortableeeeeee and flirtyyyyyyyyy and it reminds me of a few other comments that dan has made here and there that allude to their age gap and they’re always v cute and gentle teasing and it’s just so good
  • 3:42 they’re talking about the ‘old’ selfie and 1. dan is captivated and i can literally see him contemplating his future w phil lmao and 2. phil talking about joey graceffa and calling him good-looking w a blatant pause before he said that, making me wonder if he was going to use a word that was a bit more emphatic than “good-looking” either way i’m into it and then there’s a blatant jump cut and i’m wondering if they had a lil side conversation about joey being cute lol 3. phil is still looking at dan basically every time he makes a comment and it’s rly surprising but lovely 4. dan needed to come in w that compliment about old phil rocking current phil’s fringe and how cool he looks :) 
  • here’s dan howell caught right in the act of contemplating growing old w phil:
  • bless them for calling out how dumb the concept of a “female” filter is. also dan’s once again violent reaction to phil in the female filter is so cute and funny i love how incensed he is with the whole concept of anything being different about phil’s face
  • 5:36 dan looking at phil in the male filter and saying “you look so average” in such a disappointed tone is rly one of the best fucking things i’ve ever seen in my life. i’ve often thought about dan’s attraction to phil being based in some of the things that are most striking about his appearance. for example he always talks about how black phil’s hair is and how pale his skin is and back in the day he obvi left that infamous comment on phil’s dailybooth about how blue his eyes are and i feel like dan is probs drawn to these features that are just,,, extreme,,, and i love that even a slight change to phil’s jawline/face shape made dan think phil looked decidedly more average precisely bc what he loves about phil’s face are all the things that aren’t average at all!!!! i’m emotional!!
  • phil was so hype to see all of dan’s ones!!!! i’m crying!!!!! the way he was doing his hee-hee laughs and bouncing up and down quite literally and like hitting his hands on the table and saying things like i wanna be friends w him instead of you and ‘i wanna see old danny! old danny slice!!!’ like calm down mate!!!!! ur cute!!! we know u think dan is cute!!! y do u love every single version of him so much!!!! when he sees the old one he immediately says he likes it and compliments it!!!!! when he sees the old one on the daniel x dream pic he calls him cute!!!!!! and then makes this face at dan while dan looks at it!!!!!! 
  • help!!!!
  • dan talking about embracing makeup was amazing and phil being totally down with it and immediately suggesting a smoky eye look and consulting some tutorials was also amazing and i hope thats something they’ve discussed before tbh
  • dan @ manly dan: ‘i mean i would.’ nice. dancest is real and it’s right before our eyes ppl
  • 8:28 dan saying he hates his current profile picture was so surprising and lovely when he gave his reason—it doesn’t reflect his natural curls. i’m honestly so pleased to hear that he views the natural hair as such an important change for him that he wants his display pic (something we know he spends way too much time thinking about and therefore treats as an incredibly important thing) to reflect this shift
  • 9:05 ahhhh the controversial dan reactions to phil’s ladybird selfie. here’s the thing. i think when dan says it’s a “really cringe selfie” he’s talking about the discomfort they both feel about doing posed/sultry shots. he corrects himself after phil protests that it’s not cringe to saying it’s only slightly cringe instead of really cringe, and that he should’ve included an ironic (i hate dan’s use of the word ironic so much bc he often uses it when what he really means is “sarcastic” or, in this case, self-deprecating/humorous) caption. when phil then says that he did use a funny caption, dan basically entirely revokes his criticism and says that phil actually “nailed it” w the photo/caption combination. basically i think both of them get embarrassed about the idea of unabashedly posing in an attractive way for photos and since they’re so close dan feels that embarrassment for phil as well. i don’t think he was saying he actually dislikes the selfie or that phil looks bad or unattractive or anything negative about phil himself. the only comment i did find questionable was when he almost said that the smile filter was an improvement!!! it seemed weird when compared to how much he disliked all the alterations to phil’s face on the first picture lol but then he also made fun of it so i didn’t take it to mean that dan literally thought the filter is an improvement to phil’s real face, just that it was pretty remarkable how cleanly the filters worked on that particular selfie
  • overall: really liked this!!!!!!! such a good intro to the new office!!! such a warm and chill lil vid where they were mostly casual and just being so soft and flirty w each other and basically calling each other cute in creative ways whats not to love about that it was great

anonymous asked:

I apologize for bothering you for your objective opinion so much, my king, but once again I need your objective opinion. This time I need your objective opinion on the Berserkers. I'm severely concerned that I have shit taste in Berserkers, and I know that unlike me you are definitely a man of culture.

very large. back from ye olde days where berserkers generally couldn’t actually communicate so unfortunately a bit lacking in complex characterisation compared to others. lovin the whole ‘made to kill his own children in rage which is what qualifies him as berserker in the first place and now gives his all to keep this singular parentless child safe despite supposedly being made into a mindless raging beast’ thing. 8/10

bucket knight. also an old school zerker who can’t talk outside kariya’s fever dreams but he does scream in french sometimes. an overly loyal knight who nonetheless put his own wishes above what he believed were his king’s once and then spent the rest of his life feeling guilty about it to the point where it straight up drove him crazy because he couldn’t understand that arturia has -15 consideration of her own wants. his kink is getting shamed and he would probably get a heart attack if arturia did that hands on her hips disappointed look pose in his general vicinity. 8/10

get OUT of my HOUSE. ugly and horrifying but could totally beat gilgamesh in a fight and the image of ol gregory getting his nuts kicked in by a metal underpants enthusiast is high quality content so he gets points for that. 3/10

this is what we in the scientific community call a daughter. a good girl who just wants to be loved but has severe trust issues after being abandoned by the person who literally created her. can in fact talk but it takes a lot of effort so she doesn’t bother because like, fuck humans right, why should she put in effort to make herself understood when they’re not gonna want to understand her either way. I’m so blessed & grateful that moriarty is her dad now. 9/10

i’ll be honest I still have no idea what his character is supposed to be like its not like he had a lot of screentime in extra and extella is very bad to its side characters. ?/10

the fucking supreme. pandered to like a dozen of my kinks and gave me a few more. my first 5*. the end of my f2p days and the start of my journey to becoming the monster god. the design. the skillset. the teeth. the c l a w s. a king despite hating kings. a machinelike killer despite living for the thrill of the fight. a man who wants to just die already yet obstinately refuses to. a contradictory mess that denounces every ideal he used to live by yet clings to them harder than ever. a monster whose personal arc after being summoned isn’t how he’s still human at heart or whatever but how he was a monster before he looked like one already so like, don’t even worry about it. his mad enhancement is EX(C ) and his material entry revealed that this weird rank is bc it’s not even actual battle rage, he’s just so fucking stubborn it gets classified as mad enhancement. EX/10 the love of my fucking life

the smile of an angel. seems completely rational at first but is still classified as a berserker with EX rank mad enhancement because of her inhuman determination to save as many lives as possible without any regard for the quality of that saved life. she’d amputate all of a person’s limbs in an instant if that’s what it’d take for them to not die. she has canonically beat people to a pulp to ‘cure’ their mental issues. completely dedicated her life to becoming a healing machine at the cost of her own health and even personhood. her profile says she doesn’t actually listen to others but in her myroom lines she takes an active interest in your hobbies and opinions and she also gets flustered when you call her an angel. i literally cannot fucking wait until ch america hits NA server she’s so fucking good and i want everyone to love her. 15/10

THIS IS WHAT A FRIEND LOOKS LIKE. the actual embodiment of “cool guy has a chill day”. a smile that rivals the sun and an attitude that turns even the most ordinary days into a grand adventure. his mad enhancement is basically just that he’s kind of an idiot. 10/10

OX MOM OX MOM OX MOM her mother got knocked up by an ox demon in a dream and had to raise her in secret, and her human father didn’t accept her until she proved to be really strong and even then only as long as she would exterminate anyone who stood in the way of the clan. so scared of being shunned for her demon origins despite being loved & trusted as leader of the minamoto clan that she straight up exorcised her demon self into a separate personality to kill it (& herself with it) and was only barely stopped by the four heavenly kings. nowadays fiercely protective of anyone who knows about & accepts her demonic side to the point of insanity, which is where her EX mad enhancement comes from. a huge crybaby but gets shit done anyway. 10/10

THIS IS ALSO WHAT A FRIEND LOOKS LIKE. someone who was labeled and locked away as something evil due to being what is by all means called a monster even though he’s got a really gentle personality and likes being helpful. really good example of the whole “heroes and villains are nothing more than the roles individual complex people are forced to take on” theme fate likes to play with. has difficulty talking but it’s easy to come to an understanding with him as long as you call him by his personal name asterios rather than the name of the monster minotaur everyone assumed he’d be and he thus inevitably became. 10/10

the only reason he’s a berserker is because his name and the word “berserker” have the same etymology and the grail had no idea what other class to put him. this is the canon reason. he doesn’t have any mad enhancement to speak of beside being a lil hot blooded and liking to fight. literally only here because he likes to throw punches. got his ass beat by li shuwen in ch america because despite loving to throw a punch he’s not actually a martial artist and can’t win from someone with actual technique. a classic ‘jack of all trades master of none’, he literally sucks at being every single class but can’t not be summoned as a heroic spirit because he’s from the oldest english epic poem and a prototype for many other heroes. a free spirited adventurer who takes things as they come but can be responsible when it matters. 9/10 

once a good & wise ruler but fell into insanity in the last few years of his rule before finally getting assassinated. loved rome with all his heart for its beauty & splendour but got overwhelmed by the conspiracies and other evils that were also a part of it until the goddess of the moon, who he was in love with, made him insane, which he claims saved him in his bond ce. determined from then on to become the ugliest most evil motherfucker in all of rome so that he could take all the nastiest parts of rome with him in his inevitable death and have his dear cousin nero live in happiness, if only for a while. summoned as a hero despite being very close to an anti-hero because the good ruler he was before going insane responded to a call to save the world and still intent to do his part by simply dragging everything evil down with him. 8/10 wouldn’t it be nice if chapter rome had actually paid attention to roman servants other than nero.

looks like a bratty child but talks like an archaic mob boss. has horns and huge claws. easily bribed with chocolate. has a huge sword but just fucking headbuts her enemies instead. 10/10

many berserkers are angry men but only he is anger man. classified as a berserker not just due to his battlefield conduct but also the insane commitment he had to the laws of the shinsengumi, to the point where he would personally execute former comrades who broke them. both the first and last member of the shinsengumi, a man who dedicated his entire life to upholding its values in a rapidly changing japan. surprisingly rational and during gudaguda 2 okita didn’t even realize he’s a berserker because he didn’t become the fanatic that qualified him to be summoned as one until after okita’s death. one of the coolest skillsets in the game and definitely some of the sickest animations. 10/10

NORMALISE

FINDING

AND KILLING

ACHILLES

10/10

my fuckign girlfriend 10/10

the cutest enabler. 10/10

please god let me meet her. 10/10

when will takeuchi die

the new kid

(or, angus mcdonalds first day of school and making a friend, from an outsider’s perspective)

The new kid’s desk is next to mine, which is fine, I guess. But I sort of wish that I was sitting next to Dana — we always sat next to each other, because her last name is Manfred and mine is Min, and nobody else at our school had anything in between A and I.

But the new kid is named Angus McDonald — that’s a C, so he sits between me and Dana. He seems pretty okay. When we were all introducing ourselves (because Mrs. Sylvester who teaches homeroom and Language Arts made us do that whole deal), the new kid said, “Hi, my name is Angus McDonald, and I’m from, um, a lot of places, and I like Caleb Cleveland novels and magic and solving mysteries.”

He smiled, and clutched the book he was holding tighter to his chest, and I could tell he was a little nervous, probably. I felt sort of bad for him. I was the new kid in fourth grade, and that had sucked until I became friends with Dana. I should probably try and be nice to him, especially since he sits next to me for the rest of the year, and because our lockers are next to each other.

Besides, he likes Caleb Cleveland novels, and I started reading those over summer break (you know, before the world ended), so, that’s a start, right?

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I talked with the new kid between homeroom and second period — it’s really weird having to switch classrooms between classes — and asked him which of the Caleb Cleveland books he’s read. He gave me this huge smile and said “All of them! Which ones have you read?”

And I said, “Um, the Curse of the Amulet, and the Lilac Room Light. Wait, you’ve read all of them?”

“Yeah!” he said.

“That’s like, fifty-four books. Wow,” I said. “Cool.”

He sort of shrugged and said that he used to have a lot of free time, and that “My parents left me alone a lot, you know?”

And I said “Uh, I guess,” because I wasn’t sure how to answer that. “I mean, my dad didn’t exist as a concept until last summer, cause he died in the Relic Wars.”

And he said “Oh. Yeah, it’s kind of like that.”

I felt really weird telling him about my dad, but he’s the one who made it personal first. Then I asked him what class he had next, and he said he had Honors Magecraft, which I’m pretty sure is an eighth-grade class? But I didn’t call him on it. I just told him I had Divinity Studies, and he asked me if I wanted to be a cleric, and I said maybe. I like the idea of fixing people. But I’m only eleven, you know? And my mom says I have plenty of time to decide if I want to dedicate myself to a god.

Angus said, “Okay, that’s really neat! I know a cleric.”

And I said, “Cool.”

And he said, “If you want to borrow any of my Caleb Cleveland novels, just ask me, okay?  I’d be happy to let you borrow them!”

He’s really enthusiastic.

I said. “Okay, yeah, that’d be cool. Uh, have fun in class.”

And he said, ‘You too!“

Then we both went to our lockers (it’s really weird having a locker!). He seems nice, but kind of like a nerd. I mean, that’s not a bad thing. I might actually ask to borrow his books — the library is always out of copies of the Caleb Cleveland books. It’s really annoying.

____

Things at home are pretty weird right now. My mom and my older sister remembered that my dad existed, and that he’s dead, and that’s been pretty rough on them, I think? Like, the whole Hunger thing was really bad and really scary, but it’s over now and mostly things have been repaired, I think, 'cause it’s been like four months since everything happened, and that’s definitely enough time. Except for the fact that people are dead. But it’s weird because all the adults and some of the teenagers keep remembering things different, and I think they’re rewriting some history books which is why Modern Politics as a class at the high school had been canceled — my sister was really annoyed about that, because she needs the credits or something.

I don’t remember my dad. I was one when he died. But it kind of sucks for Mom and for Kitty. I keep running into them talking and then I ask what it’s about, and they say either "Don’t worry about it, honey,” or “None of your business, Nicky.”

And I mean, that’s fine or whatever, but you know. It’s just been weird.

____

Angus sat with me and Dana and some of our other friends (Fred and Janine and Kelly) at lunch today. Or, it was more like, I was sitting with Dana at a table and she spotted Angus kind of wandering around looking for a place to sit. She glanced at me and smiled.

“Is that your new cru-ush?” she whispered to me. “I saw you talking to him earlier.”

“Shut up! I was just trying to be nice,” I said, “It sucks being new.”

“Sure,” she said, and then yelled across the room “Hey new kid, over here!” Angus turned. She waved at him, and he smiled and started walking over.

“He’s got a name, you know,” I said to Dana. She rolled her eyes. “Cru-u-ush,” she whispered, but she does this every time I talk to anybody.

“Hi,” Angus said. “Um, can I sit with you?”

“Sure,” I said, and he sat down in the chair next to me.

“This is Angus,” I said to the rest of the table as Angus pulled out his lunch. “He sits next to me and Dana in homeroom, and he’s new.”

Everyone said hi, and Angus smiled and said hi back. He started unpacking his lunch and then we were all immediately distracted by how super-nice it was. Like, it was really nice. It was packed in one of those lunch boxes with compartments and dividers and it looked pretty much too nice to eat, and there was a bag of homemade chips. Angus noticed me and Dana staring.

“Um, my, uh, my dad packed it for me,” he said. Which didn’t seem to make sense considering he told me he wasn’t really close with his parents, but I guess making lunch doesn’t mean his dad spends time with his son.

“Are those homemade chips?” I asked. I was really impressed. Chips are like, fried and stuff. I’ve only eaten homemade chips at restaurants.

“Yeah,” he said. “Do you want some?”

“Yes please,” I said, and he poured a couple of chips into my hand. I ate one. It was like, the best chip I’ve ever had.

“My dad told me to magic missile anyone who asked for one,” Angus said jokingly.

“You can cast magic missile?” Fred asked, looking impressed. Angus nodded. “My dad taught me.”

“Nicky’s been trying to learn all summer,” Kelly said. “She’s been stealing her older sister’s spellbooks.”

“I can’t get anything more than one bolt, though,” I said. “And I can’t practice when my mom’s around so it’s going pretty slow.”

“I could show you sometime?” Angus said.

“That’d be cool,” I said. I meant it, really.

___

I started trying to learn magic missile after the whole apocalypse battle day, you know, what the adults are calling “the day of story and song,” when all the black columns attacked everything. We almost died! It was very exciting and pretty scary. Kitty had to kill what was like, a black tiger that sprung out at us even though we were barricaded in a bunker. I’m eleven. I should be able to take care of myself, you know?

___

I know this was being super rude, but after we were done eating I was really curious, so while we were throwing out plastic sandwich bags and stuff, I asked Angus a question.

“Hey, I thought you and your parents weren’t close? But you keep talking about your dad.”

“You’d be a good detective!” he said, like it was the highest compliment he could think of. “Well, my bio-parents were pretty hands off. But my family is really close! I’m living with them now, which is nice.”

“Cool,” I said, even though what he said was like, super vague. I guess I was sort of prying, though. “Your dad seems cool.”

“He’s the best,” he said, and we walked back to the table, and the rest of lunch period was pretty normal. We mostly just compared classes and schedules and talked about which teachers seemed okay and which didn’t. You know, normal school stuff.

____

I saw Angus for the last time that day when I was getting my stuff out of my locker to go home. His locker is next to mine so it wasn’t really a surprise that I saw him. I was pretty tired so I just nodded at him and he nodded at me. He was pulling his backpack out (his backpack is really nice — it looks new. My backpack is new too), and then he closed it and turned to me.

“Hey Nicky?”

“Yeah,” I said, “What’s up?”

“Do you want to come over this weekend?” he said, like he was expecting me to say no. “I could show you how to cast magic missile, nobody at home will mind. And you could borrow my books, if you want.”

I blinked. I was really surprised, in a nice way.

“I’ll ask my mom,” I said. “That’d be really cool!”

“Neat,” he said, grinning, and I smiled at him.

Then we walked out of the front doors together, along with everyone else, which is like, a lot of people, and I started heading toward the buses which is what most people do, but Angus started heading toward the sidewalk away from the school and then he stopped. I bumped into him.

“Oh no,” he said, but not like he was actually mad.

“What is it?” I said, and I looked the way he was looking, and there was like, a whole horde of people standing a little bit away from the school. When they noticed us staring a couple of them waved. It was like, nine people? Maybe?

And not even all one type of people, there was like a couple of elves and a gnome and a dragonborn and after that I kind of stopped trying to figure everything out. They looked kind of familiar, but I couldn’t place it. A lot of other students were also kind of giving them the sideeye, cause it was a lot of adults in one place, and they were loud.

The tall human guy looked really happy to see Angus, and shouted, “Angus! Over here, buddy!” and then the pretty elf next to him rolled his eyes and said “I’m pretty sure he can see us, dipshit. Agnes! Get your butt over here so that Maggie stops causing a scene,” just as loud.

“Oh no! I told them I could just walk home,” Angus said. “They didn’t have to come get me.” But he was smiling. He glanced at me. “Um, I’ll see you later, Nicky! Thanks for being so nice!”

And he ran off, to the people who I guess were his family? The other elf — the girl one without the huge hat — bent down to give him a hug, and the big guy ruffled his hair. Then they all started walking down the sidewalk, and I started walking over to the bus.

The new kid’s kind of weird, but I think we’re going to be friends. I guess I need to ask my mom if I can go over to Angus’s house this weekend.

___

- angus is refraining from using anyones names bc the names are pretty much well known all over faerun cause of the voidfish, although appearances less so - nobody expects to run into superman.

- angus is very happy to make a friend!

- the ipre crew + carey and killian came to walk ango home

- the Whole Gang was a lil nervous about angus’s first day at school even though angus has literally fought monsters and chased murderers, but this is socialization, you guys, what if the other kids are mean to him. what if they’re meaner than we were.

PART TWO HERE

“Bruce...sucks” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The women of the League are teasing you about the love bites that litter your body….

I already kinda had the idea of doing a similar story on the women side…So here we go. Last time the guys of the League were mocking Bruce for the scratches on his back (you can read that here), now, it’s Batmom’s turn (though I feel it’s not as funny as the other, I tried something else you know, so that the stories wouldn’t be exactly the same, too similar and shit…erf, whatever, hope it’s kinda ok). Hope you’ll like it (insecuritiesoverloadbutitsok) 

WARNING FOR LANGAGE and slightly NSFW, just slightly. Also, My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It wasn’t really part of your initial plan to shower at the same time than them. Bruce told you about his friends trying to tease him about the nail marks you left on his body after a heated night, and you were afraid that your girl friends would do the same, a bit paranoid about it really…

But then you thought about the fact that usually, women tended to be a bit more mature about that (maybe?), that they would probably behave and ignore the hundreds (literally) love bites on your body. 

Besides, there was only Diana, Zatanna and Dinah, surely, they wouldn’t say anything, after all, they were used to Bruce being affectionate towards you when he thought no one was watching, small love bites wouldn’t shock them or anything. They were your three best friends, they knew how to not intrude too much in your life. They would definitely not talk about the marks your husband left on your body. 

And oh you were so wrong. 

You were in your underwear when you started to notice their smirks, and the way they whispered in each other’s ears while looking at you. No…could it be ?

You turn around, and when Diana’s eyes go wide at the sight of the love bites on your front while Zatanna and Dinah just start laughing stupidly, you know you actually were right to “fear” a reaction from them. You roll your eyes and give them your best “really ?” facial expression before saying :

-Are you guys snickering like idiots because of the love bites ? 

Zatanna answers your question :

-No, we’re snickering like idiots because Bruce…

And then it happens. The worst pun you ever heard in your life (and you were used to Dick and Tim’s nerdy jokes). All three of them yell : 

-SUCKS !

Stun. That’s what you are. Wow. Even worst that the poor attempt from your male friend in the league to embarrass Bruce. An awful pun. 

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Writing Harry Potter fanfic without reinforcing unconscious antisemitism when you write goblins or Snape

Hi, I have a question about writing fanfic of source material with questionable/ offensive aspects. I’m writing Harry Potter fanfic and am unsure how best to deal with antisemitic undertones in both the goblins and in Snape (esp his physical appearance). I’m not jewish.

I tried researching goblins in general, and the approach I came up with so far is to remove the connection of the harry potter goblins with gold/ gringotts. In my fic they have other jobs, professions and roles besides that, and humans work alongside them in the bank. I got rid of negative descriptions like “swarthy”, untrustworthy etc, and while not really going indepth (they’re not the focus) hinted at them having their own culture not revolving around gold or treasure, but with their own traditional clothing and art.

I wonder if this is a good approach, if there are other things to be aware of or pitfalls to avoid. I’m not trying to portray goblin culture to resemble jewish culture in any way btw, but will rather have human jewish characters. 

The second thing I’m struggling with is Snape. I don’t think Rowling intended either him or the goblins this way, but he comes across as a negative jewish stereotype and I feel unsure of how to change this. Since he is such a central character, I feel less like I can completely disregard canon or make him unrecognizable. I also don’t feel like just changing his physical appearance would help at all? Doing that might only reinforce the idea that there’s something ‘wrong’ with his features. So far the only thing I could come up with is not to portray features like his hooked nose or oily hair in a negative way or as a sign of bad personality traits. I’m honestly at a loss though. – Sorry this got so long!

First of all, for anyone who isn’t aware of what OP is talking about, it’s not that JKR deliberately set out to poke us in the eye with her money-babysitting goblins and hook-nosed Snape. It’s built into English folklore this way, so much so that she most likely didn’t realize why her knee-jerk idea for what those characters should look like was informed by centuries-old garbage. So I’m not blaming her, and this is a warning that you don’t have to be deliberately racist to accidentally perpetuate harmful tropes.

Moving on to the answer: 

>> the approach I came up with so far is to remove the connection of the harry potter goblins with gold/ gringotts. In my fic they have other jobs, professions and roles besides that, and humans work alongside them in the bank

I have a question for you. Why was it easier to create entirely new goblin canon than distance them from Jewishness ? I mean, I don’t know about you, but even if goblins are upstanding citizens who save puppies and help old ladies cross the street on the daily, always do the dishes after every meal, and never misgender their friends, the word ‘goblin’ is not something commonly thought of as beautiful or heroic. It’s a GOBLIN. So if this were me I’d move in a “goblins are not Jews” direction instead of trying to turn them into ugly little heroes. (This is advice specifically for gentiles, by the way. I know several Jewish fans who like to try to reclaim, for example, Tolkien dwarves. It can be very validating–from within. And for people who aren’t me. :P )

Ways to distance goblins from Jewishness and anti-semitic tropes in general:

  • First of all, fix the noses. We as a society decided that having your nose turn down at the end makes someone monstrous and unhuman. Can we not? That’s just silly. So give the goblins either all kinds of noses including snub noses and pointy noses and uninteresting noses, or give them something totally inhuman like a Pinocchio nose.
  • If they follow polytheism in any way that’ll help drive them away from Jewishness. A goblin pantheon, etc.
  • Having human Jews in the story is the best way to make it clear your goblins aren’t Jews, IMO. Especially if they have the same “meh” reaction to them that the gentile human characters do.

I mean, trying to make them independently cool is not a bad goal, I’m just saying that it doesn’t necessarily make them seem less Jewish because let’s face it, tiny and ugly is one of the negative tropes about us even when we’re awesome and I just plain don’t want to feel ugly when I wake up in the morning!

>> will rather have human jewish characters.

GOOD :)

By the way, if this seems like way too much work – if you leave goblins out of your fanfic entirely the fact that JKR uses them won’t make your fanfic antisemitic. Does that make sense? Like, yes, the source material is problematic, but it’s also okay to completely ignore the goblins entirely within the scope of your fic. Unless you really need them there for plot reasons.

>>  Since he is such a central character, I feel less like I can completely disregard canon or make him unrecognizable. I also don’t feel like just changing his physical appearance would help at all? Doing that might only reinforce the idea that there’s something ‘wrong’ with his features. So far the only thing I could come up with is not to portray features like his hooked nose or oily hair in a negative way or as a sign of bad personality traits. I’m honestly at a loss though. 

The Snape answer is easier.

Don’t talk about those particular physical features. Does anyone reading HP fanfic not already know what Severus Snape looks like? There really isn’t a reason to mention his nose in a fanfic.

If you also show him being his usual douchecanoe self to Jewish students in addition to all the gentile MC’s, that would be cool–and another thing you could do is have him deliberately go out of his way to be a douche to a Jewish student in an antisemitic way like, if a muggle from a more observant background is ooked out about having to touch pig parts for a spell he could make fun of her and she could defend herself or one of the others could reassure her she’s okay and he’s just an ass to everyone. I mean that would make it super obvious he’s not us. But you don’t really have to do that.

~Shira

The Same Costume

Request:  Hello! I was wondering if you could make a drabble for peter parker x reader where its halloween and reader and her friends dress up as “sexy” avengers and she’s dressed up as spiderman? You can do whatever relationship status with pete, whether it be crushes or girlfriend, etc…. thank you so much!

Warnings: None!!

Pairing: Female Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: THIS IS SO BAD PLS DONT FIGHT ME I’ve been so busy and nothing was coming to me so I tried my best :’)

This is just kinda something to break up my mini hiatus so I’m not going to add the tags to this one !! (p.s 70 days until Halloween)

“Peter, would you stop spacing out and pay attention to me for a second?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream and he quickly looked up to see he best friend waving at him. Ned had been going on and on about his project for Robotics Lab so eventually Peter had just tuned him out.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I am paying attention. What’s up?” Ned let out a long sigh and pointed over to the group of girls standing in the lunch line. Peter noticed almost immediately that you were one of the members of the group and averted his eyes. You looked really nice today with your hair pulled back and he felt his face begin to heat up.

“I heard that there’s going to be an awesome Halloween party at Bethany’s house tonight. Y/N is friends with her so I was thinking we could ask her to score us some invites?” Ned explained. You, Ned, and Peter had American Literature together and all got along really well. You had your other friends, of course, but you also liked to hang out with the two of them whenever you could. You had a lot of things in common with them surprisingly, and Peter felt a connection with you right away. He had developed quite the crush on you, although you were oblivious to it.

“I don’t know, Ned,” he said, pushing the thoughts out of his mind. “Parties aren’t really our thing.”

“But Y/N will be there!” he exclaimed. “We haven’t seen her outside of school in so long. Besides, it’s a costume party. You know how much I love those!”

“Fine,” Peter finally gave in, “but you have to be the one to ask her.” Ned beamed and waited until you looked in their direction before flailing his arms around to get your attention. You laughed, quickly excusing yourself to go and talk to him.

“Hey guys,” you said with a grin. “What’s going on? If you’re gonna ask to copy my English homework you’re out of luck because I didn’t do it either.” Peter’s heart rate was doubling as each moment passed, and he tried his best not to stare.

“Actually, it’s about Bethany’s party!” Ned piped up. “Are you going to be there?”

“I sure am!” you replied. “My friends and I are all coordinating our costumes, it’s gonna be fun. Are you two going? It would be so great to see you there.”

“W-we don’t have an official invite,” Peter stammered. Your smile grew even wider, making his stomach flip.

“Well then, consider this it,” you laughed. “You have to go in costume though. It’s a tradition and, as weird as it seems, you’d stick out more if you weren’t wearing something dumb.” The bell rang as you finished, cutting your conversation short. You waved goodbye to them, leaving Peter staring after you in awe. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going through with this. He could vaguely hear Ned babbling endlessly about last minute costume ideas, but he was only half listening since you were occupying all of his thoughts.


Peter had no idea how he found himself standing at the front door of some random girl’s house wearing a Luke Skywalker costume later that night, but for some reason he did. He turned to Ned, who was dressed as a very unconvincing Yoda. He was a jumble of nerves, feeling extremely self conscious, meanwhile Ned was having the time of his life. It was finally an excuse for him to whip out his Star Wars merchandise and he couldn’t have been more excited. Peter reached out and hesitantly rang the doorbell, already regretting every decision he had made thus far. His breath caught in his throat when you were the one to answer the door.

“Peter! Ned! I’m so glad you guys made it!” you exclaimed happily. Peter couldn’t help but stare, his jaw dropping. You were wearing a skin tight Spider-Man body suit with thigh-high boots, showing off every single one of your assets. Your eyes gleamed from behind your small mask and Peter noticed the slight tinge of pink on your cheeks. He suddenly realized that he had been staring shamelessly and tore his eyes away, embarrassed.

“H-hi Y/N,” he said, trying to keep things casual. “Nice costume. I uh… I didn’t know you liked Spider-Man. That’s cool, he seems like a good guy.” Ned nudged him a little, and Peter quickly stopped talking.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed. “My idea was that my friends and I should go as the Avengers, but as you can see they took it a little differently. Technically I don’t think Spider-Man counts, but I really like him so that’s who I picked. I think it turned out pretty cute, you like it?”

“Y-yeah I think it’s… nice,” Peter squeaked. He cleared his throat, cringing at his own awkwardness. You giggled and let them inside, leading them into the kitchen. You were talking with Ned about something relating to The Force Awakens, but Peter couldn’t focus. He was totally distracted by the way you walked, the way your outfit accentuated your curves, and just generally how fantastic you looked in the Spider-Man suit. His suit. Well, something similar to it at least.

“What do you think Peter?” you asked, looking at him expectantly. He froze, not having any idea what you had been talking about. His mind went blank and he started to panic a little.

“Sorry, could you excuse me for a second?” he said breathlessly, turning and rushing past you.

“I should probably go after him,” Ned said to you as you watched him leave. “Parties aren’t really his thing. We’ll be back in a little bit.” He went off in pursuit of his friend, already knowing exactly what was going on. Peter found an unoccupied room and ducked inside, running his hands through his hair. He jumped when the door opened, but relaxed when he saw it was Ned. They stood in silence for a moment, just sort of letting him cool down.

“Peter, you have to tell her you’re Spider-Man!” Ned blurted out.

“Shh!” Peter gave him a severe look and looked around nervously. “What if somebody hears you?”

“But this is the perfect time!” he whined. “You heard her, she really likes you! Besides, you haven’t taken your eyes off of her ass since we got here. You have to make a move.”

“You’re crazy,” Peter said, although he had to admit he was considering it. Ned noticed this and his face lit up.

“I’ll tell her to meet you outside down the road in 5 minutes. Now’s your chance, Parker! Don’t blow it.” He ran out of the room, leaving Peter there with really no other options. He fumbled with his costume, pulling the suit out from his backpack that he never left home without. With the suit on he felt a lot more sure of himself and carefully climbed out the window quietly. From up on the roof he could see you walking outside, shivering a little in the cold October air. You stumbled a bit, still not used to walking in your heels. Peter smiled as he watched you go. He slowly followed, careful not to make his presence known.

“Hello?” you called, a little on edge since it had already gotten pretty dark. You tugged nervously on your costume, the tight fabric starting to chafe a little. Peter took a deep breath and built up the confidence to say something.

“Uh… hi,” he said, trying to pose in a non-creepy way as if he hadn’t been following her.

“Oh, you’re here!” you exclaimed as you whirled around but stopped dead when you saw it was Spider-Man. It wasn’t even one of those cheap costumes, it was the actual Spider-Man. You recognized all of the details of the suit, details that couldn’t be replicated. Your eyes widened and you quickly pulled the mask that you wore off.

“I-I think that’s one hell of a costume,” he said. “I’m not sure if I’d wear it, but the effort was there.”

“Sorry, is this weird for you? I mean, I bet it is. I didn’t mean for it to be offensive but I also wasn’t really expecting to see Spider-Man out here, you know? I can take it off. No, actually I can’t that would make it so much worse.” you rambled nervously. Behind his mask Peter couldn’t have been smiling any wider. Seeing you so flustered and shocked was really cute and he was loving it.

“I’m not offended at all, it’s the opposite really,” he laughed. “Why are you out here all by yourself without a jacket?”

“I’m actually waiting for someone,” you told him. “He’s great. He’s in my class and we’re friends but I want to ask him if he wants to go out- Oh wait, sorry you probably don’t care about that part. Forget I said that.” Now it was Peter’s turn to be flustered. 

“No, no it’s fine! Do you… Do you like him?”

“I mean, a little,” you admitted. “Don’t tell him, okay? Not that you would, you’re Spider-Man, but still.” Peter nodded slowly, taking a step back.

“Your secret is safe with me,” he said. “I have to go, I think I hear someone calling for help…” He looked behind his shoulder, pretending to pick up on something.

“I don’t hear anything,” you said curiously.

“No, trust me. Someone’s having a bad night, I should go help. Good luck with that Peter guy, I’m sure he’s nice. Hope things work out.” With that, he shot off into the trees leaving you there alone. You flipped your mask over in your hands, trying to ignore the fact that you had never mentioned Peter’s name to him and that Spider-Man had a very similar voice.

One very important thing that I think about often is the bit in the First Branch of the Mabinogion when Pwyll, the cool prince who has two Welsh vowels in his name, thank you very much, sees this fantastically beautiful woman on a really cool horse, and he says to himself “well, I guess the only logical thing to do would be to get on my own dang horse and chase her,” and he gets some of his buddies together (but just the ones in Pony Club, because the horses are important) and he says to them “right, we’re just going to chase this woman for a bit, is that OK?” and his pals are like “I mean, can you quantify ‘a bit’?” and Pwyll just shrugs and says “until I catch her, I guess,” and then his friends all look at each other and say “yep, that seems like a solid plan, count us in,” and they all get on their horses and they start to chase her and

they keep chasing her without a break

for three days

and every time it looks like they’re catching up with her, time does this weird skippy thing like when you play a bad CD (a scratched CD, I mean, not just Kelly Rowland’s disappointing solo efforts) and they’re suddenly miles behind her again, almost like it’s magic, or possibly a very niche science trick that the men just don’t have the capacity to comprehend in a world without flushing toilets. Gradually, Pwyll’s men just bow out, some gracefully and some probably weeping about piles and missing dinner, and then Pwyll is alone in his pursuit. Exhausted, starving and probably desperate to use one of the aforementioned non-flushing toilets, Pwyll just cries out “I don’t understand! When I saw this woman riding ahead of me, I only had one option, and that was to chase her desperately like the protagonists of La La Land chased a false Hollywood ideal. There’s literally nothing else I can do, but I can’t carry on, and it’s not working,” and then suddenly this idea comes to him and he calls out to the woman “hey, can you stop!”

and she immediately stops

and he catches up to her

and she’s like “fucking hell, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me to stop for three days, I’m absolutely knackered. Also I’m conveniently madly in love with you,” and Pwyll is like “if you’re in love with me, then why didn’t you stop? I just ran about eight triathlons, and by ‘I’ I mean ‘my horse’, who will likely never forgive me,” and the woman (Rhiannon) just shrugs and says “well, you didn’t ask me to stop.”

And either it shows something about the perils of pursuing a goal relentlessly without taking a moment to consider your approach, or it’s a commentary on male expectations of women, or on hubris, but ultimately it’s just really fucking funny.
Parchment // Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader

he-men-ah asked:
Hi~ hi~ Even though it’s almost 1 am and I should be sleeping 😅 I was scrolling along and saw the post you reblogged with the members in their hogwarts house and I got an scenario idea~ Can you write scenario with Slytherin Yoongi and the reader in Ravenclaw pleeease~??? //Totally not asking specifically because I’m a Ravenclaw psshhhh no way~ 😂😅 Lmao~ Thanks ♡♡♡♡♡

I got sooooo carried away with this one because I freaking LOVED writing it. Honestly, this mash-up was so funnnn ♡ It ended up super long haha so sorry about that. I JUST GOT A TAD EXCITED. It also gets a teensy bit smutty at one point but dw it’s not much. But this was so fun!! I hope you like it!!

Also, I’m gonna dedicate this one to not only you, but also my girl Madelyn of @jinssmile​ because it was her birthday last week and she’s a Yoongi fan too so YO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADELYN. ENJOY.

Genre: Fluff, semi-smut, Harry Potter AU
Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader
Length: 8.1k

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. None of the settings are mine and all belong to JK Rowling. Gotta say it.


You smoothed down your robes, watching the countryside zip past the small windows of the Hogwarts Express. You were only 11 years old, excited and feeling prepared for your first year at the amazing “school of witchcraft and wizardry”. It had been a dream come true when your letter had arrived. Your parents were just regular people, or “muggles” as all the other witches and wizards called them, so they had thought that the letter was a prank or something when you’d first received it. But as you’d pulled out the piece of parchment and read what was written in the curly green inked handwriting, you knew that it was no joke. It felt too right and explained too much.

Being Muggleborn, you knew absolutely no one on this train. It was the one thing you were worried about at this school. You knew that you would be fine with keeping your grades up, and you weren’t even scared of getting lost, but you’d only found out you were a witch less than two months ago. How were you going to fit in here? The others would’ve surely been raised to expect a life at this school since they were tiny, so would they really accept someone as clueless as you? You’d read up on as much as you could about the school and about magic before you came here so you hoped that you knew enough to at least appear like you were well-versed in all things magical.

Despite all of this you were determined to approach this new experience with zero concerns. You were confident it would turn out okay, so you decided to focus on how amazing all this was. You couldn’t wait to get there, but there was still a long way to go before you reached Hogwarts – you’d really only just left the station. You were fairly sure that you were allowed to have stayed in your normal clothing for a while longer but you were too excited to put on your new robes to wait. You eyed the logo on the front of your robes happily, a small smile appearing on your lips. You were really going. It wasn’t all some crazy dream.

The doors to your carriage opened suddenly and you jumped, looking up to see who it was. There was an Asian boy standing in the opening, a lazy smile on his face. From this distance both his hair and his eyes looked jet black, even darker than his robes. His skin looked white as sugar in stark contrast to the rest of these dark colours. He looked almost like some kind of demon, but you couldn’t recall ever reading about them in any of your textbooks. You made a mental note to look that up once you reached the school and had access to the library. You saw that under his robes his body was slim but at this young age there was still a little leftover baby fat in his cheeks, making him look far less intimidating than you’d originally thought. Those black eyes watched you from where he stood, one hand still resting on the door to the carriage.

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