trying to make this look so much cooler than the movie actually is

The 100 Hellatus Survival Kit

Since I know all of us will be in various stages of mourning and death over the next 9ish months, here’s some fandoms to fling yourselves into to cope! (WARNING: There’s a lot of books..)

* = (post) apocalypse / dystopia setting
** = relationship dynamic reminiscent of bellarke
*** = both


**The Expanse

Want to fantasize about the delinquents in space? This is basically the S5 au you need.

  • kick ass space opera
  • diverse af cast
  • Nolden = Space Blarke (not kidding, this is what would’ve happened if she went to space)

**The X-Files

I know I never shut up about this show, but it’s for a good reason. Are you sad about Bellarke and need a long ass show to invest yourself in? With a slow burn couple, built on trust and respect and support? LOOK NO FURTHER!

  • government conspiracies
  • sad space parents
  • the longest slow burn that will renew your faith in blarke (its literally 7 years)
  • 10 seasons worth of content so you won’t run dry


Looking for another “diverse group of misfits that create their own family” to cry over?

  • 8 people share a psychic link
  • the bad government want to experiment on them
  • the most diverse cast i stg (gay ships! trans characters! poc!)
  • ships that will make you cry for 17 days 
  • so many people sleep on this so and i not qu(white) understand

***The Walking Dead

How about another power couple leading a rag tag group of peeps through the apocalypse? (Yeah I’m talking about Richonne)

  • zombie apocalypse
  • i don’t think i really need to explain this
  • but ana would literally kill me if i didn’t include them on this list
  • richonne = bellarke material


You can thank Mik and April for this one. In case you’re wondering what’s in store for blarke next season, or if you’re wanting to imagine that reunion.

  • bunch a strangers plane crash on a magic island
  • it’ll melt your brains (I’ve watched it twice and I’m still not sure i completely understand everything)
  • but seriously ask mik about desmond x penny because she’ll make you cry about s5 blarke


Just want a cute feel good show with just enough angst and a ship that will cause you only minor pain?

  • girl with a made up brain condition “stitches” into the minds of dead people to solve murders
  • camsten gives me butterflies
  • its just really cute

Honorable Mentions: *Attack on Titan, *Psycho Pass, The OA, ***Battlestar Galactica (I’m still crying about lee and starbuck ok?) *Firefly, Teen Wolf, Glitch, Agents of SHIELD, Roswell, *3%, *Falling Skies, American Gods (SUPPORT RICKY)


***Pacific Rim

Stay with me here. How about a visually stunning movie about the people fighting monsters in giant robots? But with important character backstories, diversity, and Idris Elba?

  • giant godzilla like monsters crawl out of the ocean and terrorize the world
  • special pilots operate huge transformer like robots to fight them
  • watch and just imagine blarke isn’t drift compatible (can’t relate)
  • a sequel starring John Boyega

*Goodbye World

Still feeling that apocalypse vibe?

  • group of old college friends try to ride out the apocalypse in a cabin
  • its simple but dramatic

*Tomorrow, When the War Began (also a tv show and book series)

How about some Australian teenagers fighting back against a country on the brink of war and chillin’ in the outback?

  • its basically Red Dawn in Australia
  • its v dramatic 
  • based on the book series by John Marsden

*The Stand

I mean technically it was a mini series, but whatever. Down for the film version of Stephen King’s greatest work about the battle between good an evil across a pandemic ridden America?

  • a virus kills almost everyone in literally a couple days
  • survivors are called from all over to join either the good guys or the bad guys
  • its much cooler than it sounds
  • I’d recommend the book but its 1200 pages and I know y'all don’t have that motivation

*How I Live Now

Have a need for even more teenagers at the end of the world? 

  • political / nuclear apocalypse
  • group of kids try to survive in the english hills or whatever
  • ft. baby tom holland and a weird cousin relationship that i don’t get
  • its still good though

Honorable Mentions: Ginger Snaps, *Resident Evil (but just the first one), Electrick Children, *The Matrix, 28 Days Later, Children of Men

Books (this is gonna be a long one)

lets get the obvious ones out of the way…

**Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo

If y'all haven’t heard of this yet between me, Ana, and Delaney in the past month where have you been?

  • ragtag (diverse) group of criminals misfits band together to pull of the ultimate heist
  • lgbtq+ characters! characters oaf color! disabled characters!
  • the ships will literally tear your actual heart out (*whispers* kanej)

A Darker Shade of Magic (and sequels) by VE Schwab

pretend to be shocked for a minute… are you in the market for a soul crushing series, with morally grey, but entirely lovable characters, and relationships (romantic and platonic) that make you cry?

  • parallel londons, blood magic, pirates, and princes
  • lila bard
  • bisexual prince and his pirate privateer lover
  • lila bard
  • otp thats meets when person a robs person b and leaves them bleeding in an alley 
  • seriously if you take one recommendation from this list make it this one

ok on to the ones i haven’t spent the last month yelling about

Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson

book hangover after you’ve finished the first 2 books? well here comes the perfect combo of both!

  • fantasy dystopia? basically a fantasy world if the dark lord had won
  • alchemy magic!
  • group of misfits come together to perform a heist

***The Shatter Me series by Tahereh Mafi

Does the absence of blarke have you longing for an angsty, enemies to friends to lovers ship?

  • dystopia where some people have super powers
  • girl who can kill people by touching them (she’s basically Rogue)
  • aaron warner <3
  • the angstiest shit i stg
  • its a romance hiding behind a dystopian storyline
  • i think warner has elements of S1 bellamy so I’m considering a similar dynamic, deal with it

*This Savage Song by Victoria Schwab

I couldn’t not include more from my queen. Looking for a book about monsters, and music, and the end of the world?

  • a future where  every violent act a human commits manifests an actual living breathing monster
  • the city of verity is controlled by 2 warring families, (August’s and Kate’s)
  • Kate and August come together to battle the big bad that’s threatening their town
  • the writing is so. fucking. poetic.
  • also no romance!

Truthwitch by Susan Dennard

do you love witches? and kickass female friendship? and love interests that stab each other in the heart?

  • witch best friends (aka threadsisters) on the run
  • a complex af magic system (truthwitch-sense lies, windwitch-control wind/air, you get the idea)
  • seriously the female friendship tho
  • angsty ships that try to kill each other!!!
  • ongoing, but book 2 just came out

*On the Beach by Nevil Shute

Can’t get enough of people dealing with the impending end of the world?

  • last survivors of a nuclear apocalypse sit on an australian beach and wait for their death basically
  • how people handle knowing they’re about to be wiped out
  • be prepared to cry

***The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer

More. Space. Stuff???

  • fairytale retellings in space??
  • cinder(ella) with a cyborg arm
  • + red riding hood, rapunzel, snow white
  • its been 84 years since i read, but i think cinder/kai reminded me vaguely of blarke so I’m counting it

*The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers

I actually haven’t read this one so I don’t know if there’s a Blarke-esque relationship, but are you on the market for a book about gays and aliens in space??

  • space opera
  • introspective look at humanity and alien shit
  • some AI drama
  • f/f relationship (party!)

The Wrath and the Dawn (and sequel) by Renee Ahdieh

How do I open this one? Maybe you’re down for a retelling of 1001 Arabian nights?

  • such poetic writing
  • as i mentioned, retelling of 1001 Arabian Nights where this dude takes a new wife every night and kills her every morning
  • but then our salty heroin marries him and because she’s amazing she tricks him into keeping her alive through stories
  • and the romance is so angsty
  • i just started this so idk much else

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

Looking to find a book basically about all of our lives?

  • fan fiction writer goes to college 
  • social anxiety is a bitch
  • theres a cute boy
  • its so fluffy it’ll make you smile

**Saga by Brian K. Vaugh and Fiona Stable

how about a few comic books? maybe one about a man and a woman from 2 warring intergalactic species on the run from their people?

  • forbidden romance between a bad ass black woman with wings and her kick ass asian husband with horns
  • running from both their governments that want their “abomination” baby dead (not a spoiler the first panel is literally her giving birth)
  • theres people with robot heads and alien orgies
  • its so fucking good
  • i feel like this is how 30 yo blarke would handle this situation

Teen Titans by Geoff Johns

On the look out for a superhero comic? Maybe, oh, ANOTHER ragtag group of misfits?

  • I know this isn’t everyone’s favorite iteration, but it’s mine and I love beast boy and raven so deal with it
  • robin, beast boy, raven, cyborg, etc.
  • just read it

Honorable Mentions: Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Cordova, The Raven Cycle series by Maggie Steivfater, Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee, The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare (listen, she’s trash, but Jem is my son and I love him), An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir, ***Red Rising by Pierce Brown,

I hope this helps everyone out! I tried to think of as many similarities as I could and then threw in some that are worth the interest! Happy Hellatus lovelies!

marino-kun  asked:

Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.

I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!


“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”

Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.

Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.

He’s one of only two kids here, which is not really unexpected given that this is the end-of-semester party for Prof. Martin’s honors criminal psych class. Not too many college kids around here with children. Stiles had assumed, like an idiot, that that was true for Derek, too. Or, more like, he hadn’t ever thought to wonder about it. He probably should have. At twenty-six, Derek is older than everyone else in the class except the professor. It’s totally plausible for a twenty-six-year-old to have a kid.

What seems less plausible is that that twenty-six-year-old with a kid would be Derek Hale. He just doesn’t look like Stiles’ idea of a dad. He came into class the first day in a leather jacket and tight jeans with this don’t-talk-to-me smolder, and Stiles spent most of that session pretending to look over the syllabus with the rest of the class while actually wondering what Derek looked like naked. He feels kind of skeevy about it now, if Derek is somebody’s dad.

It seems more and more likely that he is. The kid is a dark-haired little boy, not very talkative, and not five minutes after they arrived, he’d already bitten Prof. Martin’s daughter on the arm and been banished to time-out. That was about when Stiles felt he had to accept that yep, that was probably Derek’s kid.

Now Jamie and Derek are sitting together on the edge of the pool, dipping their feet in the water. Jamie is sniffling, but as Stiles watches, Derek pulls a kleenex out of the pocket of his leather jacket and carefully—tenderly, even—wipes at the kid’s face with it. Derek’s saying something to him, and he’s got this achingly gentle smile on his face that Stiles has never seen before, and then he’s pulling a quarter out of his pocket. At the flash of silver the kid stops crying, looking tentatively interested. Derek winks at him and pretends to put the coin back in his pocket, then reaches up and plucks it from behind his ear. Jamie stares at it, and then at Derek, dumbfounded. Derek does it a second time, faster, tickling the kid’s ear as he “finds” the coin, and Jamie giggles. It’s basically illegal levels of adorable.

Yeah, that confirms it. It’s definitely more than a simple lust-crush thing at this point, and Stiles is fucked.

Stiles looks over at Boyd. He’s busy on his phone, typing out a meticulous, grammatically correct reply to a wall of emojis from Erica. “So…” Stiles prompts. “Fatherhood?”

“I think you’re closer to needing adult supervision yourself than providing it to others,” Boyd decides, hitting send on his text. “You can be the fun uncle, at most.”

“Hmm,” Stiles says, and morosely eats a curly fry.


Stiles is over at the cooler on the patio, digging around through the ice to see if there’s any beer left, when someone clears their throat behind him. He waffles and snags a Sprite and turns around to see Derek hovering there, leaning an elbow on the railing.  

Stiles pops the tab open on his can and tries for a casual bro nod. “Hey. ‘Sup.”

“I like your shirt,” Derek says, biting his lip. “I am Groot.”

Stiles smiles and runs a hand down his chest, over the baby Groot on his shirt. “Yeah. I wasn’t gonna buy any more graphic tees, but then I saw it and I was powerless to resist.”

“Have you seen the sequel yet?”

Stiles throws his head back and groans. “No, and it’s killing me. I can’t wait. I’ve watched the trailer like ten times. I’ve been forcing myself to stay in my dorm and study, though. No movies for me. I mean, the way everyone was talking, I thought for sure Professor Martin’s final was going to torpedo my GPA. I’m actually feeling pretty good about it, though. I think I probably got, like, a low A. You?”

“Same. I feel sorry for anybody who didn’t keep up with the readings, though. That would torpedo their grade.”

Stiles snorts. He knows exactly who didn’t do the readings, because most of them are huddled together in a glum little group at the picnic table at the edge of the yard. “Definitely. There was so much on the final that was never even mentioned in class.”

Derek looks at him, lingering in a way that makes Stiles’ skin feel too hot. “I guess now that that’s over with, you can finally see the movie.”

“Yeah.” Stiles laughs, nervous without quite knowing why. Maybe it’s just that when Derek looks at him, it always makes him kind of nervous. “Guess so.”

Derek picks at the peeling label on his lemonade bottle, asks, “Do you maybe want to go see it with me?”


On the one hand, YES, hell yes, Stiles wants that, and the fact that Derek wants that makes him feel like breaking out dancing right here, right now, but—maybe Stiles feels slightly less like he should want it now than he did, oh, say, this morning.

In the distance, he can hear Jamie shriek-laughing down on the lawn as Heather tickle-attacks him. Dating Derek—seriously dating, because Stiles wouldn’t be down for casual, not in this case—would mean being in that kid’s life, maybe even eventually being that kid’s step-parent. And yeah, Jamie is cute. So is seeing how good Derek is with kids. But… Stiles’ gut reaction is “Yikes.”

Stiles agrees with Boyd on this one: Stiles should be the fun uncle at most. Stiles as a dad, responsible for the well-being of a small child? Yikes. Double yikes. Infinite yikes.

Derek is still staring at him, his smile fading to something more closed-off, more nervous, the longer Stiles doesn’t say anything. By the time Stiles says, “No, I—I’m sorry. I wish I could, but I can’t,” Derek doesn’t even look that surprised, more… resigned. Sad.

“Okay, well…” he says. “Thanks for considering it.” He nods, once, without quite looking at Stiles. Then he sets his lemonade down on the railing and walks away.


Stiles doesn’t really feel much like partying after that. There’s nothing like rejecting your crush—after a whole semester of trying to get them to ask you out, no less!—to ruin the mood. And anyway, he’s already eaten and socialized and done his time sitting around in the sunshine. He’s probably going to have sunburn all over his face and neck tomorrow to go along with his Derek-asked-me-out-and-I-said-no moping. He can be both emotionally and physically miserable at the same time. Great.

When he opens Prof. Martin’s front door, heading out to his Jeep parked up on the road, there’s a man jogging up the porch steps. He slows when he sees Stiles, shooting him a friendly enough smile.

“Everyone’s out back,” Stiles says. The guy looks a little older, like Derek’s age, maybe, and he has a tattoo on his arm, two thick dark lines. He definitely wasn’t in their class this semester. “Are you a friend of Professor Martin’s?”

“No, actually, I don’t know her. I’m Scott. I’m a friend of Derek’s. I’m just here to pick up my son for his dentist appointment.”

Stiles isn’t sure what his heart just did in response to that, but it’s probably nothing good. “Your son as in, the little boy who likes to bite people?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a phase he’s been going through,” Scott says apologetically, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “We’re working on it. Hope he wasn’t too much of a problem today. Derek asked Professor Martin if he could come, and she said it would be fine, so…”

“Yeah, it’s been good,” Stiles manages to say through his inner mantra of Stiles, you idiot.  

“Awesome. When Jamie heard Derek was going to a party, he just got so excited, you know? Kira—my wife—she tried to tell him it was a grown-up party, but he was really insistent. He’s kind of obsessed with Derek right now. Everything Derek does, Jamie wants to do.” Scott laughs a little. “You should’ve seen how excited he was when Kira hinted he might get a jacket just like Derek’s for his birthday.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles says faintly, because that mental image is almost too cute to handle. Also… apparently he isn’t leaving yet after all.


Stiles lingers as unobtrusively as possible on the back patio until Scott has collected Jamie from Derek, and then he heads over. For once, he’s able to sneak up on Derek, even though this time he’s not even trying. Derek’s clearly lost in his own head, standing alone over by the pool and staring down into the still water.

“Hey, Derek,” Stiles says, drifting to a stop a few feet away.

Derek jumps a little, then sees who it is and looks even more startled.

Stiles snorts. “Sorry, dude. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” Derek says, unconvincingly.

“Right, well. I just… I was just wondering if you still wanted to see that movie.”

Derek eyes him, wary and kind of puzzled. “Thirty minutes ago you said—”

“I know what I said. What I said was stupid.”

Derek’s expression doesn’t change, except to look incrementally more confused.

Stiles sighs. He’s just going to have to say it. “Thirty minutes ago I thought you were Jamie’s dad, okay? Now I know better.”

Derek uncrosses his arms. “Oh?”

“Yeah. And I figured… The date was probably going to go pretty well, and then there’d be another one and another.”

“That’s confident of you,” Derek says, cautiously pleased.

“Well,” Stiles shrugs, “I think I’ve spent enough time with you by now to know we’d be pretty great together, and honestly? I’m crazy about you. Any relationship with you, I would work like hell to make it work.”

Derek looks a little stunned.

Stiles forges on, hoping he’s not creeping Derek out. “So yeah, I figured if I said yes, it wouldn’t be just one date. And I figured I shouldn’t just jump into that without being prepared for what it might mean. Long-term.”

Derek steps in a little closer, and he’s just staring at Stiles and not saying anything and it’s wreaking havoc on Stiles’ nerves.

So, of course, he keeps talking, and talking. “Before you get creeped out, trust me, I know you’re just asking me out, not proposing marriage or whatever, but listen, I’m not going to jump into something with you if I’m not ready for the possibility of it getting serious one day. When you showed up with Jamie, I thought things getting serious between us might include your kid, and… Honestly, I’m not sure I want kids, and that’s not even getting into whether it’d be a good idea to give me a child. I feel like that could actually be a very terrifying idea, both for me and for him.”


“I mean, I’m happy enough seeing other people’s kids once in a while and then sending them home to their parents, you know? So I guess what I’m trying to say is, finding out you don’t have kids was basically the best news of my life because now I can say yes, like, the most enthusiastic of yeses—”

Derek kisses him. Stiles agreeably stops trying to talk, letting his eyes fall shut and his hands drift down to twist in Derek’s shirt. Who needs talking, anyway, when he has Derek gently coaxing his mouth open with his tongue. That’s the kind of communication style Stiles can really get behind.

After the third wolf-whistle from over by the picnic table, they reluctantly break apart. Derek looks satisfyingly dazed. Stiles feels like he probably does, too, because wow.

“I guess that was a yes to my yes?”

“That was a ‘Stiles, shut up before you run out of oxygen.’” Derek smiles. “And it was a yes.”



Heiji’s failed confessions compilation

Greetings shippers! Anyone else super pumped for Conan Movie 21: Crimson Love Letter and super jealous of anyone living in Japan right now (cause honestly when is the international release date, huh)? One vote from me.

Anyhow, since I have many things to procrastinate on and a lot of time to feel sorry for myself for waiting for fictional couples to get on with it, here is the count of every FAILED Confession by our favourite Detective of the West! … And some of my comments, but who cares about them!!! 

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High School AU HCs: Saeyoung

Hi! Here’s the Choimato! I always have fun writing him! 

  • You two had a little fling going on during church camp when you were 14.
  • You really liked him, but a few days later you got back from church camp, he stopped speaking to you
  • And so it continued until you two made it to high school.
  • He is the class clown, always pulling pranks on his classmates and on teachers, but he’s super smart, so even being in detention almost every day, he still has amazing grades.
  • You are a reporter in the school newspaper, you have no chill when it comes to finding scoops and schemes begotten by the administration.
  • So here you are in the principal’s office following a lead about the possibility of money evasion.
  • You hear the door being open… SHIT! According to your sources, the principal wouldn’t come back in at least fifteen minutes! SHIT SHIT SHIT!
  • Oh, it isn’t the principal, it is… “Saeyoung?” “MC?” you stare at each other, puzzled. Actually, you’re surprised he still knows your name…
  • “W-what are you doing here?” you ask him. “Hmmm, nothing much. You?” “Nothing…” “We chose a interesting place to do nothing.”
  • “Yeah, yeah, so leave! I gotta finish doing… nothing.” “Ladies first…” “Seriously, Saeyoung, I don’t have time for your bullshit right now.” “Great, so just leave!”
  • “No! I got here first!” “To what? To do nothing? Or are you playing Nancy Drew again?” “This isn’t of your business, and what about you? You’re here to do one of your stupid pranks, right?” you were both caught.
  • You two hear steps down the hallway, SHIT! “Lock the door!” you whisper desperately to him, he obeys. “What now, Nancy Drew?” “Stop calling me that and let me think…”
  • You notice the principal’s silhouette through the door glass trying to force the lock. “I have an idea!” he says, taking his phone out of his pocket. “Hello! I would like to report a bomb threat…” WHAT THE FUCK? You try to take his phone away from him, he holds you, you would feel really aroused by being this close to him again if he wasn’t committing basically a crime right now.
  • “Yes, in the principal’s office. Because I installed it. Hurry, I might get a little impatient…” he turns it off. “What the hell, Saeyoung?” “What? Now they can’t enter here and we can escape through the ventilation ducts, I’ve been there before, don’t worry.” “You’ve been in the ducts?” “You’re not the only one who likes some adventure, Nancy Drew, now let’s go!” he grabs your hand.
  • “I know it’s hard, but try not to stare at my butt too much, okay?” “Oh yeah, I’m so interested in your butt, Saeyoung!” “You were in church camp, do you think I forgot?”you two were crawling through the steamy ducts and bickering at the same time.
  • “Yeah, I thought you forgot, considering you ignored me since then.” “I… it was for your own good.” “Ah, don’t give me that crap! If you just don’t like me, you could have told me!”
  • “But I… liked you. It’s just… you wouldn’t understand.” “I understand you are a compulsive liar! Reporting a bomb threat, manipulating people on your weird pranks, and giving me some bullshit about me not being able to understand you? What could I not understand, Saeyoung?”
  • “My mom being arrested for assaulting my brother and he going to military school to stay away from all of this, staying away from me?” Oh, his brother… you remember him in church camp too, he was quiet and shy… poor boy…
  • “Saeyoung, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” You two stop crawling, he writhes his whole body to face you. “You couldn’t know, it happened a few days after church camp, I… I didn’t want to scare you off with my family problems, so I just started ignoring you, which now I know it was probably a little douchy…” “Very douchy, actually. But… I understand your reasons, don’t worry.” “Y-you do?”
  • You two crawled a little more and got out in the pool gymnasium, the whole school got evacuated due to the bomb warning. Nobody enters, nobody leaves, and that include you two.
  • But you didn’t want to leave, you were talking again, you had so much to say to him, you missed him ever since that great week in the camp… telling stories by the fire, having lunch together, making out in the lagoon… “Do you wanna go for a swim?” he asked, taking his shirt off, you did your best not to look.
  • “I… what if they catch us?” “Well, it’s simple, we go to detention.” You giggle, well, nobody was here… you took your shirt and shorts off, thank god you had a cute underwear, he probably agreed as he checked you out quickly, thinking you didn’t notice.
  • You two got in the water, it was slightly tepid. He squinted his eyes, you remember he couldn’t see much without them and giggled, so you went close to him to help him. “And what happens in detention?” you asked, trying to ignore his little shivers to your touch.
  • “Well, you can sleep, do homework, write an essay telling who you are…” “Like the Breakfast’s Club?” “Yeah… the teacher probably like this movie.” You two giggle.
  • And you keep talking about high school movies after you two got out of the pool. “I can’t believe you didn’t watch ‘Heathers’, Saeyoung! Seriously, ‘Mean Girls’ is a B movie compared to this one!” “What about ‘Clueless’?” “Classic. But still… Heathers is better!” “Blasfemy!”
  • “But hey, we’re forgetting the best high school movie ever made…” he says, and you two sing together: “What time is it? Summertime! It’s our vacation! What time is it? Party time! Say it out loud!” you two laugh.
  • You sigh “I missed you, Saeyoung.” “I missed you too, MC… but what can I do? The Choi brothers are… complicated.” “I don’t mind complicated, if you only knew what kind of stunt I pulled to get  a scoop…” “I know, I read the newspaper for your scoops.”
  • “So uhm… I know the Choi boys are complicated, but… maybe one of them is a really good kisser?” “You should ask my brother, I don’t know, I…” you roll you eyes and kiss him timidly, when you’re backing away, he pulls you back, one hand in your dampy hair, the other in your waist.
  • He giggles through the kiss when you move your hand to his ass, yes, just like church camp.
  • It was night when you two got out, turns out the little prick had copies of the keys with him all the time, he just wanted to spend some ime to you, but how he got the keys is a secret not even a great journalist like you will ever know.
  • he was complaining about how lame his glasses were, you came close and took them off his face. “I can do something to get them to cooler, maybe some yellow stripes?” “But… I can’t see without them.” “Just another excuse for you to come to my place, silly. My mom will be working until late…”
  • “Oh, I can see the news!  Nancy Drew having an affair with Ferris Bueller!” “You’re way cooler than Ferris Bueller, now let’s go! There are a few things I want to see ever since church camp.” You grab his hand, and he smiles. He was complicated, but… at least he wasn’t alone.
The Joker x Reader- “How To Be a Dad”

The Joker has never been around a pregnant woman before. Actually… just once, during a robbery and the poor thing fainted even if he didn’t do anything to her. You thought J would be bored with the whole process, but all he says is that he wants to see her NOW. Well, it doesn’t really work that way and your boyfriend is not famous for his patience.

– At night, J likes to rest his head on your legs, face turned towards your huge bump.

“When is she coming out? I wanna see her!”

“Soon J, be patient.”

Joker and patience don’t go in the same sentence.

“But I wanna see her now, I’ve been waiting forever!”

“It’s happening soon enough.”

“Hey, Doll, do you think she already looks like me?”

“No, not yet.”

He pouts.

“Do you think she knows I’m her dad?”

“No, not yet J.”

He frowns.

“Do you think she has green hair?” he snickers, walking his fingers on your tummy.

“No, baby, no toxic green locks.”

“Do you think she has bright red hair?”

“No, I dye mine; if anything, Emma will have dark blonde hair, my natural color. Or maybe she’ll have your natural color. Is it brown or…?”
“No, it’s a dark blonde too,” the Joker blurs out and after a few seconds he gasps. “Did you just…did you just make me tell you another one of my secrets, woman?!”

“Nooo, I didn’t make you do anything,” you smirk, trying not to laugh, all innocent and sweet.

“You’re sneaky, Y/N, stop it!” he pinches your thigh, aggravated you took advantage of him being smitten with the unborn baby. “Oh my God!” J shouts when he notices the small hand moving right under your skin. “There she is!” he excitedly touches her, sensing the shift. “This is so cool- cooler than being chased by Batsy,” he admits, huffing. “Jerk!” The Joker mutters, then pays attention to you again. “Does it hurt when she does that?” (he asks this very often and the reply never changes).

“No, handsome, she’s just wiggling around. Anxious to get out, I’m sure. Have you ever been around a pregnant person before?”

“Once, during a bank robbery. I decided to do it in plain daylight and this lady was there. She fainted.”

“What did you do to her?” You try to reach him but can’t bend at all.

 “Nothing, she just passed out when me and my men took over the place. There she is again!” he grins and one of Emma’s tiny feet stretches out pretty high this time. “Do you know what this reminds me of?”

“No, but please do share,” you sigh, curious to hear about another crazy idea for sure.

Aliens movie! You think she might just burst out of there?” J pokes your bump, then caresses the skin to feel his daughter once more.

You start giggling, amused:

“I think we’re good on that one. She’ll come out the right way, no worries.”

“Oh, I forgot I got her something,” The Joker suddenly realizes and jumps out of bed.

“More stuff?!” you tease since the unborn has a room full of baby things.

“This is better than any of them,” J fumbles inside the closet and finally brings over the shiny diamond tiara he places on top of your tummy. “Here, a Princess should have one,” he excitedly brags and goes back to his favorite spot on your legs.

“Where did you get it from?!”
“Gotham’s Bank vault,” he winks, proud of his achievement and scoots closer so you can touch him since you look so pathetic when you keep on trying and fail.

“And I was thinking you bought it, baby,” you wrap a strand of his hair around your chubbier than usual finger.

“I did, just forgot to pay,” he mocks, making sure the sparkly crown stays in place.

And you both have a good laugh about it - your boyfriend can be so funny sometimes, even if he thinks he’s funny all the time.

The Joker closes his blue eyes and you brush your index finger against his long eyelashes.

“What is it, Pumpkin?” he yawns, opening one eye.

“Could you please bring me a sliced cucumber and chocolate syrup?”

“Yuck, I don’t know how you can eat that disgusting combo,” he shivers, grossed out by your choices in food lately.

“I’m craving a bunch of weird snacks, I can’t help it. Remember last month when all I wanted was apple sauce with radishes and cinnamon powder?”

“Ewww, yes. I guess this is an upgrade, Doll. Can’t you go in the kitchen and make your own plate? I’m tired.”

You point out towards your diamond decorated bump:

“I can’t move or this will fall.”

“Uggghhh, fine, I’ll be back,” J agrees, dragging his feet on the carpet because he’s not in the mood for too much except staring at your belly to see Emma move.

– He feels nauseated watching you munch on your repulsive late dinner. J would love to fall asleep but the damn cucumbers are so crunchy when you bite out of them.

“Are you done, Y/N? I wanna sleep.”

“Done, the last one!” you shove the slice in your mouth and lean over him to place the bowl on the nightstand.

“Jesus, Princess, how much do you weight??!!” J puffs under your heaviness, over exaggerating, of course.

You’re a delicate little flower that doesn’t need negative comments.

“Whatever!!!! This is your fault!” you give him a sassy gaze, pinning him under you for a few more seconds this way he learns his lesson.

He just can’t talk like that to delicate little flowers.

“ I didn’t do anything,” The Joker pulls you in for a kiss, purring. “Just had some fun with my girl, the rest… you’re responsible for!” he taunts, delighted you can’t do too much but squirm on top of him.

“You’re so…so…so,” you stutter, outraged, not being able to find the word.

“What is this?!” he puckers his lips, intrigued when he feels it.

You try to look down in between the two of you without success.

“I think my water broke!”

– “Pumpkin, are you gonna die?” he growls, checking you out worried sick; he’s been asking this every 5 minutes in the last six hours.

“For God’s sake, I’m not dying !! I’m giving birth!”, you shriek through your clenched teeth, breathing in and out in a frenzy.

“Are you sure?” J triple checks furthermore.

“Yes, I’m sure,” and you squeeze his hand so hard you hear a few bones crack.

“Auuuchhh, don’t break my hand!” he whines, taking a step back.

“Take your rings off!” you urge him, panting. “It makes it worse.”

He hurries and does it, dumping them in a cup on the table.

“Give me your hand!” you shout, feeling the strong contractions hit your body with paralyzing strength.

“Ummm, don’t break it, OK?” he hesitantly gives it back, hoping for the best.

Who knew such a delicate little flower as yourself can have so much vigor?!

“Where’s my daughter?” The Joker stretches his free arm to lift the sheet covering you from the waist down and regrets it in the next moment. He’s seen a lot of messed up shit in his life but this takes the cake.

“Pretty soon, Mister J,” the doctor replies, wishing the Clown Prince of Crime would just behave and wait.

“ Kitten,” J gulps, even more tense. “Are you sure you’re not dying?”

“I’m sure, stop asking!” you groan, resting your head on the pillow. “This is your fault!” you blame J again, annoyed and in so much pain you are seeing red spots.

Your boyfriend completely ignores your outburst, tilting over to peck your forehead.

“Hurry up, Princess, I need to see her!”

“So sorry about the inconvenience!!!” you scream, muttering something else under your labored breathing. It wasn’t a nice statement.

“Yuck, Doll, you’re all sweaty!” he complains, wiping his lips.

Huh??! ! Delicate little flowers don’t get sweaty!!!!

“J, you’re not helping!” you state the obvious and push again, exhausted and anxious in the same time. You crush his fingers so hard J thinks his arm fell off. He wants to object but the doctor finally articulates the words he’s been craving to hear for so long:

“Alright, here she is!” and the crying starts after a few seconds.

– First time The Joker held Emma, he forgot to breathe.

“She looks like a little doll,” he whispers, mesmerized on how cute she is. “How long do you think it will take before she resembles us?”

“A while,” you take a deep breath and blink slowly, so jaded you can hardly speak.

The little one fusses and he almost panics, not knowing what to do but she calms down when he gently rocks her.

“I think…I think she smiled at me!” J exclaims. You doubt it, but can’t spoil his joy:

Delicate little flowers don’t do such things to a man they love.

“That’s because she knows you’re her dad,” you utter, making it even better for the new father.

“Really?” he kisses her cheek with an almost childish curiosity. ”You think so Y/N?”

“Yeah, now that you have her in your arms, she knows,” you rub your face, fighting to stay awake.

The Joker feels so many emotions at once and has no clue how to handle any of them. He’s not the one to analyze himself but damn, it’s just so overwhelming his chest hurts. Can’t be a heart attack, he’s too young.  

He paces alongside your bed, careful not to wake the newborn.

“Hey, Pumpkin, when can we have sex again?” he bites his lip, eager to go back to fun stuff.

“It’s gonna be a while, baby. Not too much, ok?” you quickly add when notice how disappointed he is. “ I just basically squeezed a watermelon through a prune so give me some credit. Be patient, please.”

Joker and patience don’t go in the same sentence.

“Just hurry up and get better, I have needs!” he sulks but winks when he realizes you don’t look too excited at his yapping.

Ahhh, such a charmer.

But you can’t rush this process on delicate little flowers.

Even the King of Gotham needs to understand it.


One For Both Teams Part 2

Summary: Starting fifth year in a completely new area proves less confusing than Y/N thought, as she easily befriends a number of people. The only thing is, not all of them get along, and Y/N finds herself torn between them (High School AU).

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Part Two

You entered the classroom with ten minutes to spare, and looked around for Ms. Carter. This class was significantly larger than the other, but you managed to spot her in between a pair of boys who had mischievous grins on their faces. She seemed to be giving them a talking to, and so you decided to wait until she was done before you approached her. You gazed out the window, getting lost in your thoughts, when your bag was abruptly knocked off your shoulder.

“Oh,” you exclaimed, turning around to pick it up, only to be looking directly into a familiar face.

“Oh, hi,” he said, looking at you. It was the brunet from yesterday morning. You looked at each other for way longer than you would have liked, before you realised he was holding your bag. “Sorry, I knocked it off when I bumped into you,” he said, and you took your bag from him.

“I guess that makes us even, then,” you said, and he chuckled. Something came to your attention, and you frowned. “Wait, is this not fifth year history?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah, it is.”

You still seemed confused, causing him to furrow his brows slightly.


“Uh… Well… I…” you stuttered, not sure how to bring it up, seeing as you barely knew the guy. “I kinda thought you must have been a sixth year.”

Really?” he asked in disbelief, a grin forming on his face. You shrugged, partially embarrassed, but he seemed more flattered than creeped out. “Awesome. No, I’m a fifth year.”

“Oh, right,” you said, smiling. There was an awkward silence.

“Uh, I’m Bucky,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Y/N,” you said, shaking his hand.

“Y/N, can I have a word?” Ms. Carter asked from behind you, and you snapped your gaze away from him.

“Uh, yes, of course,” you replied, turning to talk to her.

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British Invasion | 7

Overview:In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Much to everyone’s surprise her mother accepts the job, forcing Riley and her younger brother Auggie to leave behind everything they’ve ever known. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize a lot has changed in the time she’s been gone.
Author’s Notes: [Filler chapter.] Riley’s visitor has everyone wondering who he is but more importantly what he is to Riley.
Chapter Five: “Sam I am.”
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
Word Count: 3,279


Riley and Isadora sat on the floor of her bedroom, meticulously going over their shared notes for an upcoming quiz they had. Aside from Zay the only other person Riley didn’t have any weird tension or unresolved issues with was Izzy. And even though Zay is great she was glad to have some girl time even if it was just studying.

The two brunettes easily flowed through their study session and every so often the conversation would derail and they’d find themselves reminiscing or Izzy would ask Riley questions about London and for the duration of time she was there Riley felt as if nothing had changed. Back before her family moved away she very seldom spent any alone time with Isadora and that was mainly because the 6 of their friends were always together that there never really was a time when it was just the two of them. But on the rare occasion where it would be just them they always had a natural chemistry, nothing about their friendship felt forced or fake. If they talked they talked and if they didn’t they didn’t, but it was never weird.

Silence amongst her other friends, especially Maya, meant there was tension, something wasn’t being said which always led to an uncomfortable amount of silence but with Izzy silence just meant she was comfortable around you. She didn’t need to feel the void with mindless conversation, she was more than happy with just having the company.

“Did you hear about Charlie’s Halloween party?” Izzy asks, carefully highlighting a passage in her book.

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anonymous asked:

I seen that you have US Sans be able to drive a motorcycle in your fanfic, so care to share a few headcanons on that? Also, how would Blueberry react to having a crush on a tough biker chick that enjoys racing against him on the open road?

*Sure thing!  Even though Blueberry is a Papyrus-personality, he’s still a Sans to me, so I try to keep some of those Sans quirks with him.  A love of stars/space is one thing, and the motorcycle is basically just Sans’s version of Papyrus’s sports car, since Sans is riding a tricycle on the open road.  Although a fun fact is that I actually headcanon UT!Sans as riding a moped (because I originally mistook the tricycle as one).  

Cars always seemed a bit big for Blueberry.  He likes to be in control, and while the idea of being able to take his friends along as passengers in a car appeals to him, he still prefers something with more maneuverability.  With a motorcycle, he feels like he has total control over it’s movements, be it with the way he leans his body with the bike, or the way he can easily weave between cars on the road.  

Blueberry likes power.  He wants to soar down the highway, and he’s a little bit on the reckless side.  Thankfully, his control of blue magic helps him prevent any wrecks.  

His motorcycle is flashy and expensive.  It’s got blue lights that illuminate the road around him at night.  

He likes to get into impromptu street races.  And by that, I mean he watched a street racing movie once and decided that’s just what humans do.  He’ll shout at the drivers at red lights and attempt to race them, and his efforts double if he sees another motorcyclist.  He won’t use his magic during a race unless it’s to help one of the other drivers or stop himself from potentially wrecking into them.  

Stretch is adamantly against the races and whoever let Blueberry watch the movie is in for a Bad Time.

US!Sans–Blueberry the Biker:

She always seemed the most beautiful to him when she was leaned over her bike and wearing a smirk.

On one of the days when Blueberry was trying to engage the drivers around him in a friendly street race (how else was he supposed to make friends with the human drivers?), she pulled up next to him on a motorcycle.  There was a part of him that was intimidated; after all, she looked tough in her leather jacket, tight jeans, and knee-high black boots.  He couldn’t see her eyes behind her sunglasses, but an amused smile was curving her lips.  “Sure, I’ll take you up on that, Bones.”

Of course, she thoroughly beat Blueberry, but he gave her a run for her money.  After expressing his admiration for her racing prowess, Blueberry set about trying to beat her.  Day after day, he’d meet her at the same spot and demand a rematch.  On days that she didn’t show up, he felt antsy.  On the days that she did, it felt like his SOUL was thrumming in his chest.  What was once the desire to push himself to be the best motorcycle racer he could be had slowly shifted to him just wanting to grab her attention.  He bought his own leather jacket, and when she didn’t comment, he went to Red for help.  

The next day, he appeared wearing the arm costume tattoo arm sleeves over his bones, thick-soled combat boots, huge sunglasses, chaps over his pants with chains hanging down from the sides, fingerless gloves, a skull-and-crossbone shirt, and the leather jacket with spiked studs all over the shoulders. 
….Yeah, Edge may have walked in and decided to lend his expertise, too.

The biker chick started laughing, and Blueberry looked crestfallen.  “Oh, Bones, what… haha, dude, what’re you wearing?”

His cheeks magically puffed out in a pout.  “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?  THIS IS WHAT ALL BIKERS WEAR!  AND I’M CLEARLY A BIKER, SO I SHOULD DRESS MORE APPROPRIATELY!”  His cheekbones are dusted a light blue, and he’s gripping the handlebars of his bike tight to keep himself from bolting.  Ugh, she’s laughing at him!  He never should have consulted those two.  

“Bones, you’re not a biker–”

“MY NAME I-ISN’T BONES!  IT’S THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!”  Oh, stars, his voice cracked a little, but if she’s going to make fun of him, then she doesn’t get to use a nickname.  

“Okay, Sans.  There’s nothing wrong with what you were wearing before.  So why the sudden change?”

“I JUST WANTED TO LOOK COOL LIKE YOU!” He suddenly admits, feeling stupid.  His eyesockets are burning, but he’s not a babybones; he’s not going to cry.   

She looks taken aback and stares at him for a moment.  A slow smile curves her lips, and she steps over to him and pulls his sunglasses off.  How did he–oh, it was taped on with duct tape, the manliest of tapes.  It takes an awkward couple of seconds longer than it should have because of this, but she finally manages to wiggle his glasses free of the tape.  His eyelights are wide as he stares up at her, and she tips her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to meet his gaze.  “I already think you look cool.”

“Y..YOU DO?”  His eyelights instantly shift into stars.  She grins, nodding.

“Dude, you’re a literal skeleton on a motorcycle.  It doesn’t get much cooler than that.”

Huh.  He never thought of it like that, but now that she’s mentioned it.. that does sound super cool!  His confidence is back, and he mweh heh’s a couple of times, squaring his shoulders.  “WELL, I CAN’T ARGUE WITH THAT LOGIC!  AND.. I DO KINDA MISS MY BANDANNA.”

“Well, why don’t you go change, and then we can race?”

He blinks, his head tilting.  “WHY DO I NEED TO CHANGE TO RACE?”

The biker chick grins, sliding a finger across his jaw, before she hooks the end of his sunglasses through the collar of his shirt.  “Because we’re not going to race here.”  He looks confused, and she smirks. “We’re going to race to dinner.”

And that’s how Blueberry scored a date with a smokin’ hot biker chick.  Red and Edge take all the credit for scoring him that date.  

jeon jungkook as your boyfriend

a/n- the time has finally come for kookie as your adorable boyfriend. i am so sorry this took so long but… also i got a bit carried away i love boyfriend!jungkook

Yoongi / Taehyung / HoseokJimin

Seventeen / Got7


- okay so he says he’s not the type to cuddle in bed but when you wake up, your face is shoved against his chest and his arms are holding you tightly and he’s snoring in your ear and you’re like ‘yeah no cuddling my ass' 

- he has a hard time waking up a lot of the time so you have to lure him out being like ‘ahem yeah i’m shirtless’ and then he’s WIDE AWAKE and also kinda sad you’re wearing a shirt

- you are in charge of his outfit a lot of the time because if not he’d literally be wearing the same thing every day (aka his white shirt, jeans, and timberlands) so you find him cute outfits and in return he picks out your outfit sometimes which uh…is usually a white shirt and jeans, sorry bro

- when he gets his license he is very adamant about driving you to work. like he thinks he’s hot shit now that he can drive so you he drives you up to your work building and makes an effort to open your door and be like 'i drove you today you’re welcome loser’ and you’re like 'shut up’ ((he picks you up from work when he can too with just as much sass))

- dates are super fun even if half of them involve physical exercise. like jungkook’s the type to like to go chill and watch a new action movie in the theaters, but his fave thing to do is like go play laser tag or rock climbing or roller skating like he likes to m o v e and you love it but he is usually a lot better at it so you always give him -.- that look 

- one time you two went on a hike up some mountain and it was like a ten mile hike all in all and by the seventh mile of going uphill you were almost passed out and like jungkook was so scared because you did look paler than usual but you were just like 'hand me some water u stupid head’ and he was such a worried little bunny like he even offered to carry you all the way down and you were like ‘no i’m not dying i just need a rest’. he eventually was convinced you were going to live and was like 'okay no more hiking but uhm i did reserved us for paintballing next saturday, you down?' 

- but don’t get me wrong he’s completely fine with sitting at home watching anime and eating pizza and chicken wings in a tshirt and sweats and making out on the couch 

- meeting him outside the bighit building with the car and driving him to the nearest like sonic and ordering slushies that turn your mouth blue while talking about anything and everything ('kookie do you think aliens exist’ 'uhm yeah i think so i mean the universe is really fucking big’ 'don’t curse like that omg you’re still a child’ 'shut up i am a man’)

- when he goes to work out you tag along and sometimes try to use the equipment but when you “don’t get it”, a sweaty jungkook will come and try to guide your body the right way and you really don’t want to tell him you understand how to use the stair climber you just really want to feel his biceps/abs against your body as he sets you in the right direction

- he tries to be all tough and macho all the time and act like he’s not affected by anything but as soon as your lips touch his his whole face lights up pink and he freezes 

- but when he finally comes to his senses he is a really good kisser and i mean reallyyyy good like they don’t call him the golden maknae for nothing. he knows exactly how to guide your lips and all the lip balm he puts on definitely does its job because omg???? his lips are /so/ soft and nice like boy give me some of that chapstick

- he is actually more affectionate than you thought he would be. like in public he always is putting his head on your shoulder or slipping his hand into your back jean pocket just to be playful and you’re like ’S T O P  it we are in public!!’ but he legit doesn’t care because you’re his and he wants everybody- everybody- to know it

- so yeah i bet you guessed that precious kookie is also pretty protective and a bit possessive even. he’s like souped up on testosterone all the time and when he sees another guy checking you out, he’s almost too eager to tell the dude to back off. but you better watch out if a guy is actually harassing you because oh boy be careful he might throw hands. 

- on the other end of being protective, he would suck at making you feel better when you’re sick or something like he’d wouldn’t know what to do. i mean he’d try to cuddle you or something and give you extra blankets but tbh he’d probably need help from his hyungs (poor baby)

- he is the biggest show off you know omg!!! like he is always willing to legit battle you or somebody to prove he’s better. (especially in dancing or singing) he really likes to beat people in front of you so you’ll think he’s cooler but tbh you’re just like 'i s2g this boy’ all the time. 

- speaking of singing ^ he likes to sing for you a lot. like along with jingles on commercials he hears on the radio or to the ballads that play on sad parts in movies or just mimicking your ringtone he is /always/ singing. but you actually don’t mind because he is a super good singer

- when it’s raining you like to lay your head on his lap and have him sing to you and the sound of his beautiful voice mixed with the rain while he plays with your hair is really super nice

- his family thinks you are the BEST ever because you take care of him so well and also made him think of having more a future than strictly being a musician (which is fine but like they want him to also experience being in love and possibly having a family of his own) and they give you so many hugs when you visit

- jungkook’s childhood home is so cute because he hasn’t been around his room since he was really little so it has a lot of kiddie toys and books and like a power rangers bedspread or something (he also has some iron man figurines oops) 

- you two sit on his roof outside his window and look up at the stars and he shares with you about how he never thought he would make it and now here he is back where the dream all started and when he starts to cry you do too and it’s a really nice moment

- the first time you and jungkook say 'i love you’ is at the same time like it’s adorable. okay so you two were having  a date at one of your favorite restaurants that you both go to all the time and as the waiter brings out the appetizers you notice his face is all red and then you think that yours probably is too and then you two lock eyes and just blurt out 'i love you’ and then you cant stop laughing because you two both just confessed your love at the same time over top of some delicious looking nachos

- all in all a relationship with this cutie would be extremely playful and fun but also just as caring and gentle because wow you two nerds are in love

Secrets // h2ovanoss

aBASED OFF THE PROMPT “A boy comes out as gay to his friend, who soon after comes out as bi. Their parents are homophobic, so they are forced to pretend for the time being that they are still just friends.” BY THE WAY, THIS CONTAINS SMUT.

It wasn’t like Jonathan chose this life.

Bless his heart, he was born like this. He didn’t choose to be the gay in a heavily Christian family.

He just wanted to be normal in his family’s eyes. So that’s what he tried to do; pretend to be complete heterosexual.

Jonathan didn’t realize he was gay until he was in ninth grade. He was changing in the locker room, and suddenly, he was staring at Evan Fong’s ass, mouth watering like some kind of thirsty puppy.

He wanted to be friends with the Canadian, but Evan was way cooler than Jonathan could pretend to be, so he was afraid.

In tenth grade, however, Evan and Jonathan became good friends. They were such good friends that Jonathan began to trust Evan with everything.

In study hall one day, Jonathan decided to write Evan a note. He tore out a piece of paper from his English notebook and wrote:

“Evan, can I ask you a question?”

He folded the notebook paper and placed it on the Asian’s desk, biting his lip in nervousness. Evan looked down at the paper before opening it. Jonathan pretended to look busy while he watched Evan reply on the paper with his pen out of the corner in his eye. Evan folded the paper back up and passed it back over, looking back down at his textbook. 

“Of course.”

Jonathan wanted to smile at that, but fear of what Evan would think of him after he told him, but he needed to tell someone. He was tired of hiding who he was, and Evan seemed to be someone who would understand him.

“How would you feel if I told you I was gay?”

Jonathan chickened out. He erased the question and instead asked:

“Would you like to come over today?”

He folded it up and placed it on the Asian’s desk, furrowing his brows and swearing to himself for chickening out as Evan read the note.

“I’d love to.”

Later that day, Evan gave Jonathan a ride home like he always did since Jonathan didn’t have a car. 

“Are you sure I can come in?” Evan asked, furrowing his eyebrows in worry. He knew how the older boy’s parents were.

“Evan, they love you. They think you’re a wonderful influence for me. My sister is literally head over heels for you,” Jonathan reassured, forcing a smile after the statement he made about his sister because he knew Evan was straight.

Evan smiled, cutting off the ignition and exiting the car, Jonathan following soon after. Mrs. Dennis opened the door at the sound, smiling with her purse hanging off her shoulder. “Hello boys,” she greeted, “I was just about to drop Emily off at her Bible class. You both can help yourself to anything in the fridge.” She smiled before exiting the house, Jonathan’s younger sister Emily following shortly behind. She smiled coyly at Evan before getting into the car with her mother.

Evan and Jonathan had the house to themselves for about half an hour. “So what should we do?” Evan asked, taking a bite out of the red apple in his hand.

“We can watch a movie?” Jonathan suggested, but Evan shook his head.

“Nah, your parents have nothing but Christian movies about Jesus and that PG-rated bullshit. I get enough of that from my mom,” Evan sighed, and Jonathan bit his lip. 

“We can go up to my room?” Jonathan suggested, “I don’t have much, but it’s better than being down here.”

Evan laughed, “I’ll race you.” 

Jonathan laughed at that, quickly running behind Evan, trying to get ahead. However, Evan was faster as he made his way down the hall and into Jon’s room.

“Ha!” Evan yelled victoriously, throwing his hands in the air, and Jonathan totally did not notice the section of delicious tan skin that poked out when Evan’s arms raised.

Evan plopped down on Jonathan’s bed, releasing a comfortable sigh. The blue-eyed teen mouth watered at the sight of Evan’s skin, and he felt he needed to leave to compose himself. “Hey, I’m going to get me a drink. You want anything?”

“A glass of your mother’s infamous lemon tea will do,” Evan answered, grinning over at him, and Jonathan swore his heart stopped.

Jonathan left the room as quickly as he could without drawing attention to himself. While he was waiting for the shorter’s return, Evan pulled out his phone; however, when he tried to sit up, he bumped his head on the shelf hanging on the wall above Jon’s bed, forgetting the other was shorter than him. Consequently, he dropped his phone and it landed on the floor. Leaning down to pick it up, he noticed something under the bed and curiously picked it up. It was a dirty magazine and what shocked Evan was the naked man on the cover.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, eyes wide in shock.

He flipped through the magazine and raised his eyebrows at all the nude men. Unfortunately, Jonathan walked in at that time. 

“Here you go–shit!” Jonathan quickly ran over, snatching the magazine from Evan’s hands, ready to make an excuse about how it’s his sister’s and he doesn’t know how it got in there when Evan looked up at Jon with furrowed eyebrows. “You could’ve told me, you know?”

“Told you what?” Jonathan asked nervously, trying to hide his trembling his hands from Evan’s view, “I-It’s my sister’s.” He was fucked.

Evan laughed, “Bullshit! You can be honest with me, dude.”

“Fine,” Jonathan grumbled, opening his dresser drawer and putting the magazine in it, “I’m gay.”

Evan grinned. “Oh, really? I couldn’t tell.”

Jonathan punched him in the arm.

Evan laughed and Jon sat next to him on the bed, “You know, I kinda like guys too,” Evan whispered, and Jonathan’s eyes widened in shock.


“Actually, just one guy, but still.”

Jonathan grew hopeful, quietly asking, “What guy?”

The room grew quiet before Evan leaned over, whispering softly, “I mean, your ass looks really great in those jeans.” Jonathan shuddered at Evan’s words, turning to look at the Asian in the eyes. Evan was smirking. Jonathan felt like he was dreaming. He was so tempted to pinch himself to wake himself up, but Evan’s hand gripped his jaw before leaning down and pressing his lips to Jonathan’s roughly. Jonathan’s heart was pounding as he struggled to kiss Evan back as much as Evan kissed him. When Evan pulled away, panting heavily, Jon breathed, “We don’t have much time.”

Evan grinned. “Challenge accepted,” he responded, reaching for the button on Jonathan’s jeans.

Evan maneuvered them until his back was pressed against the headboard and Jonathan was facing him. He pulled at the older’s jeans, his hips bucking up so Evan could pull down his jeans. Jonathan crawled over, desperately kissing Evan’s lips once more and Evan chuckled at his eagerness, brushing the bulge in Jon’s boxer briefs. Jon gasped, pulling away. “Touch me again, please,” he begged softly and Evan smirked.

“Just wait, baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Jonathan bit his lip and gripped the younger’s shoulders as Evan’s lips attacked his neck and slowly pulled down his underwear. Jonathan gasped at the cold air reaching his heated skin. 

“You have lube, babyboy?” Evan asked gently. The older nodded, keening over the nickname and rushing over to his dresser, opening the same drawer he put the magazine in and pulled out a bottle of cherry-flavored lube.

Evan immediately took the bottle, pouring some onto his fingers and placing it onto the desk nearby the bed. With his other hand, he patted his jean-clad lap and Jonathan obeyed, straddling Evan’s lap, placing his knees on either side of Evan’s legs, and whimpering as his hard cock rubbed against Evan’s covered torso. Evan placed his index finger at the other’s hole before slipping it in slowly. Jonathan’s eyes closed at the foreign feeling, prepared for the sting. He’s seen enough porn.

Evan began slowly thrusting the finger into his hole and Jon moaned. He liked the pain.

“Move, please,” he begged. Evan obliged, but slipping in a second finger beforehand. 

“Oh god,” Jonathan moaned, throwing his head back, and Evan attacked his neck once more. “How’s that, baby?”

“So good, so fucking good,” Jonathan breathed and Evan scissored his fingers, stretching out the other’s fingers. And then Evan curled his fingers up and Jonathan’s whole body jolted. “Right there!” he yelled, and Evan smirked against his neck, making sure to hit that spot in every thrust of his fingers. 

“Please, Evan,” Jonathan whimpered, “I want your cock. Always wanted your cock.”

Evan felt proud of that. “Anything for you,” he responded softly, pulling his fingers free from Jonathan’s hole. Jonathan felt the loss of Evan’s fingers but prepared himself for something better.

Jonathan slid down Evan’s legs, desperately pulling down Evan’s zipper. “No time,” he muttered, pulling Evan’s cock free through the open zipper. If Jonathan complained about his mouth watering at the sight of Evan before, he should’ve probably prepared himself for the sight of Evan’s large, hard tan leaking cock. Jonathan whimpered at the sight, crawling back up Evan’s lap. “I’ve never been fucked,” Jonathan stated, staring down at the beautiful Asian.

“I’m clean, don’t worry,” Evan assured as Jonathan poured lube into his hand before wrapping his hand around Evan’s thick cock. 

“Oh, fuck,” Evan sighed, eyes closing in pleasure as Jonathan pumped his cock, covering it in lube. Jonathan kept pumping until Evan had to force himself to stop Jonathan. Jonathan grinned, sloppily kissing his cheek before Evan lined his cock up with Jonathan’s hole, the other hand on Jonathan’s hip. Jonathan slid down slowly, mouth falling open in either pain or pleasure–he wasn’t sure. Evan’s other hand reached up to hold Jonathan’s other hip as a guide.

“Oh, fuck, Evan,” Jonathan breathed, eyes shutting as Evan grunted at the tight, warm feeling that was Jonathan sitting on his cock.

Jonathan’s hands gripped his headboard on either side of Evan’s head and pushed himself up slowly. He felt so full. Evan was watching Jonathan’s facial reactions, wanting to memorize them for future reference. As Jonathan started to speed up, Jonathan’s breaths turned into pants and Evan helped him keep a steady pace. Evan was struggling to keep his hips pinned to the mattress. He wanted to fuck that tight heat but he didn’t want to overwhelm the bottom. However, when Jonathan curiously tried rotating his hips, Evan couldn’t stop himself. He bucked up into Jonathan, causing a broken sob from the older man as Evan’s dick rubbed right up against his prostate.

“Again,” sobbed Jon, “right there, please.”

Jonathan couldn’t form coherent sentences as Evan began to fuck up into him, the bed rocking against the wall. “Oh, oh, Evan! Harder!” Jonathan cried and that was enough for Evan to grab Jon’s wrists and slamming him down on the opposite end of the bed, earning a pained cry from the man. Evan grabbed Jonathan’s legs, putting them up on his shoulders before fucking into the tight heat again and brushing right against Jonathan’s prostate in every rough thrust, the bed slamming against the wall mercilessly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Jonathan shouted, tears rolling down his cheeks at the overwhelming pleasure, “Don’t stop, Evan!”

Evan moaned at the filthy sounds leaving the blue-eyed boy’s mouth, fighting the urge to throw his head back because he wanted to watch Jonathan take his cock. 

“Oh shit, oh shit,” Jonathan cried, “I’m-I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”

Evan leaned down, pinning Jonathan’s hands to the mattress, and fucking Jonathan in the position, still ramming against his prostate. Jonathan felt the rough feeling of Evan’s jeans rubbing against his balls, increasing the pleasure. “Do it, baby. Cum on just my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

And just like that, Jonathan came all their shirts.

Evan was so close, fucking Jonathan a little harder than he wanted. He was just about to orgasm when he heard the front door open suddenly. “Fuck,” Evan swore, quickly pulling out of Jonathan and hurriedly zipping himself up. 

He quickly handed Jonathan his boxer briefs and jeans and hurried to get him another shirt. 

“What about your shirt?” Jonathan asked breathlessly, slipping on his jeans and running a hand through his hair.

“Don’t worry about that,” Evan assured him, pecking his lips.

“Boys, are you okay?” came Mrs. Dennis’ voice from the kitchen.

“Yeah, Mom!” Jonathan yelled, voice hoarse from his shouting. 

“Jonathan, honey, are you okay? You sound sick,” her voice was getting closer and Jonathan began to worry. He looked at Evan, scared out of his mind. Evan quickly pulled his shirt off, slipping it on inside out, grabbing Jonathan’s History textbook off the desk, and plopping onto the bed next to Jonathan just in time for Mrs. Dennis to walk in.

“I’m fine, Mom,” Jonathan replied, “Evan and I were shouting answers to some questions in the History book and I might have shouted a little too loud.” Evan bit back a snort.

“Okay, dear,” she said, falling for it, “Anyways, don’t let me interrupt your study session. I’m going to start cooking, and Evan, you are welcome to stay for dinner.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Dennis,” Evan replied as she exited the room. Evan started chuckling and Jonathan glared at him. Evan, still smiling, placed the book out of the way before leaning over to kiss Jonathan passionately. “I had fun.”

“But you didn’t get to…y’know,” Jonathan said sheepishly, and Evan smiled bigger at his dorkiness.

“I have my hand tonight. And at least now, I have an actual memory to use instead of false fantasies.” Jonathan giggled, kissing Evan’s lips again.

The Invisible Cord- Ch. 2

Thank you as always to @alittlemissfit who is always able to make my words make sense. 

Sneak peek: I wonder if a little pain will make this day easier.

Chapter 1

This chapter is NSFW! 

November 2011
Somewhere in rural Virginia

The sun is peeking through the blinds but I’ve been up for hours. Mulder’s hand lies heavy on my hip and I feel the sudden urge to turn and curl up against him, but I don’t want to wake him. Instead I roll away from the window to face him, watch his sleeping face.

“You okay?” he asks after a few minutes, not even needing to open his eyes.
I nod but then remember he can’t see me. Moving closer to him I curl into a ball, effectively trap my arms against his chest. He moves on instinct, wraps his arm around my back before kissing my forehead.

“Yeah,” I sight. “I just didn’t sleep well.”

“It’s her birthday,” he murmurs, his breath warming the top of my head.

“I know,” I murmur back, then lightly push him onto his back.

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If You Want Me

Fic Request: Stiles is popular and Lydia is a nerd. They end up at a party where Stiles takes Lydia’s virginity.

Rating: MA

Genre: Smut, Romance, Fluff, Nerd!Lydia, AU

Author: holdyourbreathuntilyouseelight

A/N: Turned out a little longer than expected and a little more romantic, but hope you enjoy all the same :)

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The Cintron Hall Situation

Summary: Stiles is freezing and miserable in his dorm, so he decides to knock on his hot neighbor Derek’s door for help.

Notes: I just wanted to write some bedsharing fic! (On AO3)

Stiles loves Cintron hall. It’s the oldest dorm on campus, made of sturdy, weather-worn brown brick. It’s known as the “boring” dorm, because it’s filled mainly with the nerdy and socially awkward (and the science majors, who are often both).

There are never any loud parties or fights at Cintron, but sometimes on the weekends, people hang out in the lobby and watch movies or the latest episode of Doctor Who.

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looking back at due south

This is still @tygermama‘s fault btw.

So I really regret coming late into this fandom, mainly because there’s so much good fic out there and there are so many interesting stories that are lost because they were around in the days when we didn’t have AO3 and it was pretty much personal websites that include Angelfire and Geocities and there’s only so much that the wayback machine can do to retrieve those lost gems. 

I remember seeing snatches and the odd episode of Due South as a teenager.  I have eyes; of course I thought Benton Fraser was cute even then.  And his Fluffy Puppy. 

But there is something to be said for coming into an old fandom and rediscovering this gem of a show. 

a.  They Can Write Actual An Good Guy™ And Not Make Him Boring AF - Anyone (read: people who want to “gritty up” Superman and Captain America - whether you’re referring to Steve, Sam or Bucky) who claims they can’t write Actual Good Guys such as Cap and Supes because they’re “bland” and “uninteresting” and “Grimdark and Gritty Batman is so much cooler” should be smacked upside the head several times and made to watch this show.

Benton Fraser is an actual good person.  He’s kind and he’s courteous and he’s respectful and earnest and he believes in Truth, Justice and the Canadian Way™ and he’s not fucking perfect. 

He can be snarky and impatient and occasionally arrogant and stubborn as hell and even the inevitable storyline where he would fall in love with the Evil Snow Bitch From Frozen Hell (Victoria) just makes him all the more interesting because you realize he’s vulnerable.  He’s lonely.  And sometimes, he does need to step out of the red serge and take off the Stetson of Invulnerability™ and be recognized as a human being who needs love and affection and have someone to come home to.

(Which is why Fraser staying in the Consulate for the later seasons is kinda heartbreaking, now that I think about it.)

Fraser is good and he’s interesting and I wish we had more adventures or at least one more TV movie in which he and Ray Kowalski end up finding the Hand of Franklin or a certain Frozen Super Soldier (cackling) but hey, I’m still happy we got the show as it is. 

b.  The Rays

I’m gonna get THAT out of the way right here, right now.

So I love Ray Vecchio. 

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anonymous asked:

hello! can you do a jaehyun scenario with him as your best friend and he suddenly confesses to an oblivious you?

Sorry for the long wait! It didn’t turn out as good as I expected it to be… but I hope you still like it. 💓  I’ll work harder next time hehe. PS. Warning, might be a slight bit cheesy lol. 

Listen: x


You shifted around in your seat on the bleachers, trying to get a more comfortable position, while lightly tapping your foot against the seat in front of you, impatiently waiting for Jaehyun to finish baseball practice. Did he always have to drag you along to the games? This was just a practice game too. He already knew you weren’t an athletic person and that you couldn’t care less about watching sports. 

“________!” Jaehyun called to you, waving to you from his position on home-plate, getting ready to bat. 

“I’m watching!!!” you yelled back. 

“I can see you on your phone though!” he shouted. 

You discreetly shut off the screen of your phone and instantly stuffed it into your pocket. 

“I’m not…” you whined. 

He just gave you a teasing look of disapproval, shook his head still smiling, and focused his attention back on the game. 

Jaehyun and you have known each other since your second year of middle school. When you first met him, he had just moved in next door. You still remember how you sat at the passenger’s seat of your mom’s car, nonchalantly looking out the window, when you saw a sleek white BMW pull in front of the garage next door, parking beside a massive moving truck.

Your mom had been anticipating the next family that would move in and had already prepared rice cakes to bring over to welcome them.

“You should come with me, _______. Have some manners and greet your neighbours!” she scolded.

Truthfully, you didn’t really care nor want to, but you obediently listened since it was almost impossible to win an argument against your mom.

He was wearing a casual black and white plaid button-up over his white tee, a simple snapback, and a pair of jeans. He was helping the movers with some of the heavy furniture. You still remember the brief eye contact you shared with him and his sweet smile in response. You couldn’t deny that he was quite handsome, but he seemed a little too perfect. 

You stood there awkwardly with the plate of rice cakes in your hand, waiting for someone to accept them so you could go back home. Your mother had already gone to talk to his mother, chatting excitedly and already acting like best friends. Typical neighbourhood mom friendships, you thought.

Your mom gave you a look of disapproval and motioned for you to come and join her. You reluctantly walked over and offered the rice cakes to his mother. 

“This looks delicious, thank you sweetie!” the beautiful woman dressed in professional-looking attire gushed.

“This is my daughter, ________. She’s fourteen years old.” your mother introduced.

“Same age as my son then!” his mother replied enthusiastically. 

“Will he be attending Hyundai Secondary School?” your mom asked.

“Yes, we still need to finish up some paperwork but he’s transferring there. Maybe ________ will be able to bring him around?”

Jaehyun finished carrying the heavy furniture to the door and quickly rushed over, while dusting off his hands. Then, he performed a perfect ninety-degree angle bow. Not that you expected anything less from him. From first glance, he already looked like an obedient son, a son that any mother would be proud of. You could already feel the incoming nagging from your mother. Just great.

“It’s nice to meet you, Aunt. I’m Jung Yunoh, but everyone calls me Jaehyun. I’m fourteen years old and I’m looking forward to getting along with everyone in this neighbourhood.” he introduced himself, then smiled widely, his dimples deepening.

So that was the first day you met Jung Yunoh, the epitome of mom’s best friend’s son. You didn’t like him much at first. You knew he was a good guy, but he was just too perfect for you and you couldn’t relate to him.

He extended his hand to you and smiled again, “Pleasure to meet you, what’s your name?”

“I’m _______, nice to meet you too.” you smiled, albeit a bit stiffly.

Your mother couldn’t stop gushing about him that night at dinner. “Did you know he ranked second in his class at his previous school? And he’s also good at sports. He was also in the school choir and he even helps his mom out with cooking.”

You rolled your eyes and muttered, “Mr. Perfect” under your breath.

“________, you should be nice to Jaehyun and hang out with him at school. He would be a good influence on you, and he can even teach you how to cook. He’s especially good at cooking spicy pork and he offered to make it for us, isn’t that so sweet of him?”

You nodded and then faked a smile. I know how to cook too. I can make chocolate chip cookies

Seeing Jaehyun at school was double the stress. The first day at school, he already made a group of friends. You glanced at him from your lockers, surrounded by all the popular kids, different squads already trying to “recruit” him. 

“Yo Jae!!!” one of the jocks in your class, shouted. 

Jaehyun swiftly moved his hands, to what looked like a complicated handshake. 

They chatted for a while and you overheard him inviting Jaehyun to join the soccer team. Jaehyun said that he would consider the offer favourably and get back to him. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a few nudges, squeals, and loud whispering from your two friends. 

“Oh my gosh, that’s the new kid. He’s so handsome… you’re so lucky he’s in your class.“ 

You just shrugged in response. “Well yeah, he’s okay. I still think Johnny is cooler." 

Johnny was an upperclassman who had studied in America prior to transferring to your school. He had a down-to-earth personality, but he was also more of a "bad boy”. You liked it the most when he spoke English. He was fluent and his pronunciation was just like how you heard it in Hollywood movies. 

“Johnny’s cool too, but Jaehyun is soooo my type.” your friend clasped her hands together and sighed. 

You placed the last of your books in your locker and rolled your eyes, ignoring the heightening sounds of squealing from your friends beside you. 


"I think he’s actually heading in our direction…what should we do?!" 

You felt a tap on your shoulder, and whirled around to come face-to-face with Jaehyun. 

"Hey _______, so I was thinking… would it be alright if you gave me a tour of the school?" 

You felt a wave of confusion wash over you. Why would he ask you to tour him around the school when he already made friends? You didn’t even talk to him all morning, other than a quick greeting before class started. 

You shrugged casually. "Sure, I can." 

Long story short, you continued to hang out after you toured him around the school. You took the same bus on the way back home and you would take turns treating each other to the snack stall after school. He would also often help you with your homework, especially English. 

You smiled to yourself, thinking back to that time you were preparing to ask Johnny to help you with your English homework. You had quickly ran to Johnny’s classroom at lunch break, smoothing your hair and fixing your skirt once you arrived at the door, preparing to walk in, when you overheard Jaehyun having a conversation with Johnny. 

That was normal, you already knew Jaehyun was the type of person who got along well with everyone, but… he was speaking in English. Absolutely fluent English. 

"So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jaehyun asked.

“Yeah, at the baseball diamond, that ok?” Johnny replied. 

“Yeah, man. " 

You gasped. He hardly had any accent. What the heck? So he was bilingual too?

You were so shocked that you didn’t notice that Jaehyun had already walked out of the room and was staring at you with a quizzical look. 

"Waiting for me?” he asked. 

“No, I was going to ask Johnny something. Not you, Jae." 

"Well, I don’t know… you always ask me for help.” he chuckled lightly. 

“Not for English.” you stuck out your tongue. “And since when were you good at English anyways Jae? I can’t take you seriously, you’re good at everything." 

He laughed and jokingly teased, "I’ve been in America for four years, man!”

You raised your eyebrows, judging him. “Four… years?” You questioned hesitantly. 

“Yeah, before I transferred here!" 

You felt a tinge of embarrassment and promptly turned to walk in the other direction, but he just caught up to you and easily grabbed your English textbook out of your hand. 

"You don’t have to ask for Johnny’s help,” he said before flicking your forehead and running off. 


Now, you were both in your last year of high school. Even when you drifted apart from your friends in middle school, you were still as close as ever with Jaehyun. There was just this bond that couldn’t exactly be described in words between the two of you. 

Throughout the past four years, you had already talked about every subject that you could think of, but somehow, you never ran out of topics. You were both so open with one another. Lately, the subject of your conversation often revolved around the dreams and plans that the two of you had for life after high school. Jaehyun has always talked about how he wanted to play for a varsity baseball team at university. His long-term goal was to play for a professional baseball league, but if that didn’t work out, he was also interested in becoming an architect.

Jaehyun had always told you about the stories from when he stayed in America. He talked about how his family had went on many road trips to states nearby, and the many buildings and high-rises that piqued his interest in architecture.
As for you, you didn’t really know what you wanted to study yet but you have always wanted to study in America and experience a campus romance there. You always imagined how your first relationship would be like, and it may sound strange, but once in a while, you thought about how it would affect the relationship between you and Jaehyun. 

Jaehyun had always been handsome in that neat and proper boy-next-door way, but he had grown a lot in the past year. He was a bit more buff than before, since he had recently started working out. He had always been popular with the girls since he moved into the neighbourhood, but after he matured, they paid twice the attention to him than before. 

Last night, you saw him towel-drying his hair in a simple black wife-beater, and you had noticed that the muscles on his arms were more prominent than usual, even though he wasn’t purposely flexing them. 

You shook the thought out of your head. You never saw him that way. Well, you would be lying to yourself if you said you never thought about dating him even once. But you just couldn’t imagine it. You’ve already known each other for four years, if the two of you were anything more than friends, it would have happened already. 

However, you were worried about how the relationship between Jaehyun and you would change if either of you were to get into a relationship which would obviously happen sooner or later. Jaehyun always said that he would think about dating and relationships after high school ended… maybe by then the two of you wouldn’t even be in the same city.

You were still lost in your thoughts when you saw a hand waving in front of your face in your peripheral vision. Suddenly, his face popped out of nowhere, his navy baseball cap still on, his pale skin still as clear as ever, his sharp eyes staring directly into yours. You did a double take. Not because of his flawless features, but because his face was barely an inch from yours. Or maybe… a bit of both. 

“What are you daydreaming about now?” he laughed.

“Thinking about when I can go home and sleep,” you lied. 

“Typical, ________.” he chuckled and took off his baseball cap, shaking his hair dry. 

Almost immediately, you heard a bunch of squealing behind you. You had gotten used to it by now, being Jaehyun’s best friend and all. But, it still surprised you sometimes that he would hang out with you when he was so well-liked and you were just so… average. 

“By the way, you’re coming to watch the actual game tomorrow right?” he asked, one hand readjusting his cap, the other tossing a baseball up and down in the air.  

“Of course, I still have to come and support my little Jae. Even though I’ll be bored as hell.” You teased, reaching to pinch his cheeks. 

He smiled meekly. “As long as you’re there." 

You felt a warm stirring in your heart but ignored it. You’ve always been really supportive of one another, so that line shouldn’t have any other meaning to you. 


As soon as your alarm rang, you went to the washroom and washed up, changing into a striped baseball t-shirt that you had personally customized with "JAEHYUN 14” written in bold navy letters at the back. 

Today’s game was a crucial game for all the players who wanted to further their potential. There would be many coaches from prominent universities who would be scouting athletes for their sports teams. The probability of Jaehyun getting scouted was indubitably high as he’s a star player on the team, but which university would scout him was the question at hand. 

Although you pretended to be disinterested in the game, truthfully, you were maybe even more nervous than him right now. Today’s game was a breaking point that would decide the future of his baseball-playing career.

You chose a seat near the back of the bleachers and took out your phone to check the time. Most of the stadium was filled and you could hear the audience feverishly chatting about the professional coaches who had arrived and were sitting near the front. 

“I heard coaches from the Tokyo Big6 Baseball League are here today to recruit players!" 

"Wow, that’s insane… doesn’t it include Hosei and Keio U? Can’t believe there are even foreign universities recruiting for today’s game.”

The mere thought of Jaehyun getting scouted by such well-renown collegiate teams left you awestruck. But at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel a little heavy-hearted, because that also meant being far away from him, and the inevitability of drifting apart. 

You watched as the two teams took their positions on the field. Jaehyun’s team would be fielding first. From your position, you couldn’t really see his face clearly, but you could recognize his tall silhouette from a mile away. The first half of the game went by faster than you expected. Jaehyun’s team, the Hyundai Rockets, recorded three outs within a ten-minute period. Then, the two teams took turns switching between batting and fielding, but neither team scored many runs. 

The game was currently in the ninth and final inning. You spotted Jaehyun on the field shaking his head and adjusting his grip on the bat a couple times. From his actions, you could tell that he was more nervous than usual. The opposing team was leading, but only by a narrow margin. Still, he was noticeably agitated. You knew that the result of the game would impact the amount of offers he would get. 

Unfortunately, you were sitting a bit too far, but that didn’t stop you from going all out to cheer for him. You turned around and stood up on the bleachers, showing off “JAEHYUN 14” on your back, shouting “JUNG YUNOH, WHAT DID YOU PROMISE ME?!”. 

Right at that moment, he swung the bat with precision and force, hitting the ball at the most accurate angle. Loud cheering and clapping immediately erupted from the bleachers and many members in the audience shouted, “IT’S A HOME RUN!" 

Since there were already two runners on base, the Rockets earned three runs, changing the score from 2-3 to 5-3. Just then, the ninth inning came to an end and all the members of the team ran to Jaehyun to lift him up in the air. 

You saw the coaches leave their spots and approach Jaehyun and decided to celebrate with him tonight instead. 

You thought for a few seconds before texting him. 

"I’m so proud of you… text me when you’re back home. I’ll see you tonight!" 

You knew he wasn’t going to see the text until later, and starting lining up to head out of the stadium. But suddenly, you heard his voice calling your name. 

”__________!“ He called. It was loud, but it wasn’t a shout. For some reason, it made your heart beat a little faster. 

You turned around, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly ajar. 

"Catch!” he swiftly threw a baseball at you, and to your own surprise, it landed right in your hands. 

Is he giving me the winning baseball as a memento? But he should keep that… You thought. 

But at the corner of your eye, you spotted something different. Scrawled across the baseball in black marker, it read “ME + YOU… USA?" 

Dazed, confused, flustered… what was the word that you were looking for at this very moment? 

Sensing your bewilderment, he excused himself and quickly ran up to you.

"Jae… I-What does this me-?” you started.

He took a deep breath before replying. 

“I’ve spent a couple years practicing for this game." 

You nodded. "I know how important it is to you.”

“But it doesn’t compare," 


“I’ve spent even longer… preparing to say this to you." 

You felt the butterflies fluttering around in your chest. 

"Life after high school, I want to spend it with you." 

You were speechless. 

He took a step closer and reached forward to embrace you, his head resting lightly on top of yours, one of his arms comfortably wrapped around your back, the other stroking your hair. 

"Do I have to say it more directly?” he whispered. 

You nodded. 

“Me and you. Campus romance?” He slowly let go of you and took a step back. 

You wanted so bad to just melt in his embrace and nod your head, but not without a proper explanation. You needed to make sure for both you and Jaehyun that this is what he wanted.

You pulled away from him slightly, feeling him flinch a little, eyebrows furrowed from your reaction to his feelings.

“Jae… this game is what you’ve been waiting for since you first entered the baseball team. If you really go to America you may not get such a big chance again. Your dream is just a step away from you right now… I’ll always be here for you but this chance could slip away any second.”

You gave him a soft smile and placed your palm softly on his cheek before turning away.

However before you could walk away from him, he held your hand lightly and twirled you back to face him.

“To me it’s the exact opposite. Baseball will always be ready for me to play whether it be leagues, university team or even just for leisure with my friends. But there’s only one chance for me to be with you, going through our university years together just like our high school ones. This is our youth to spend with one another… I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else.”

You bit your lip slightly, suddenly feeling shy after hearing his deep words that held so much meaning within them.

You thought he was done but he stared deeply into your eyes once more.

"Besides, whenever we talked about relationships or brought up your dream of a campus romance, I could never imagine anyone else but me beside you…give me the chance to make it happen okay?”

This time, you smiled at Jaehyun widely, knowing that he had carefully thought this through and intended to be the one beside you during the next couple years and perhaps even more. You nodded your head in his direction.

He smiled back at you and pulled you into a tight hug, excited that his true feelings were returned.

You melted into his embrace as you thought to yourself, perhaps your dream of a campus romance was never really your dream in the first place, but instead to have Jaehyun beside you in America, showing you all he talked about. The one you needed then, now and later would always be him.

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White Christmas

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: The reader longs for the magic that Christmas usually brings.  Dean surprises the reader with a white Christmas.
Prompt: For @winchester-writes‘s Christmas Writing Challenge - The song “White Christmas” + Mistletoe
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1,848
Tags: annoyed!reader, lots of fluff, literally just a bucket full of fluff
A/N: Happy holidays, peeps! I’m so thankful for all of y’all.


“If you touch me with that thing one more fucking time, I will deck you,” you snapped, leaning away from the damp cloth and glaring at the older Winchester.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Dean grumbled, grabbing your elbow and patting away the blood on your shoulder.  “You’re gonna need stitches,” he added, inspecting your wound.

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Two weeks into college, some things I can confirm and debunk thus far for future students:

(Because I was freaking terrified and no matter how much advice I got, just kind of felt like I was drowning. It is normal. Truth is, you’re experience will be unique in most ways, but some stuff applies to most people/places).

  • Figure out your credit hours/service hours before you start school if you’re on a scholarship. Check your school email. Do it. 
    • I didn’t. 
    • Now I’m being shaded to death by the woman in the art office where I do my service hours (ACTUAL QUOTE FROM HER TO THE SECRETARY WHEN I DIDN’T HEAR SOMETHING HE’D SAID: “She probably wasn’t paying attention. Can you imagine that?”)
    • Shade is real and alive in this world.
  • Yes yes college is a lot of walking of course it is calm down
  • The first week will feel like a tiny month. At my school, they held little events each night. Free t-shirts! New friends! It’s almost entirely aimed at freshmen. Take advantage of it!
  • Dorm life can be stupid and annoying sometimes but also really fun. I happen to be on the nerd floor. Like an actual Nerd Herd is almost always in the common area. Nerdy ass weird guys. But y’all I have laughed so hard these past couple weeks you don’t even know
  • It’s also a really good way to be able to be involved on campus, because you’re already there.


  • If you are worried about being unable to practice your faith/religion effectively in college, know that I’ve not only been able to practice through school organizations/local places of worship, but have grown stronger in my beliefs since arriving.
  • Don’t feel the need to get a ton of binders and stuff, unless that’s like your only way to stay organized. Honestly though? A notebook with five sections is all I need. 
    • Same goes for pens. Two good pens. You’re set. 
    • Color-coding is also actually very helpful. Always carry multicolored highlighters.
  • Amazon has cheaper rental prices for textbooks, but be wary.
  • In fact, if the book is surprisingly cheap to rent, bear in mind that these things called access codes exist. That’s where a lot of the money goes.

Introducing yourself to people really is key. There’s no time when it’s too late to do that, but try to do it early on; your first friends tend to remain steadfast.

  • Get sleep. Eat food. Be a human.
  • But don’t be an asshole. Unless you’re being yourself and happen to be a bit of an asshole (cough me cough). Like be yourself. But try not to be an asshole. I mean like let it out in small doses.
  • To my fellow straight ladies (or whatever else you are that includes liking boys): Stay the fuck away from boys the first two weeks.
    • I mean like in a too physical/emotional sense. You can have some dude friends, sure. But like be careful.
    • I was not careful. And I’m always careful. Nothing bad happened, but like they so ignorant okay
    • Especially freshmen boys. In the words of my junior friend/actual college dad: They don’t know what they want yet.
  • If you don’t drive/have a car, it’s not the end of the world. You can probably get a ride.
  • Try not to walk alone. Be aware of your surroundings. Don’t get your ass ran over because you have headphones on. 
  • If you’ve ever felt weird for looking younger than you are, you are not alone. A lot of times you find yourself talking to someone who you’d never think was a senior, but actually is. Don’t feel intimidated.
    • But also, if you’re currently an upperclassmen in high school, think of the way you think of freshmen now. Yeah, gross. Fight the stereotype. Don’t be like those freshmen. Granted no matter what you do, you’ll always seem awkward looking back. That’s okay.
  • Don’t discuss your financial situation. Just do not do it. Be conscious that you are on a college campus and everyone is in a different boat, but generally in terms of cash, boats are sinking. 

A lot of my professors don’t like laptops out in their classes.

  • Yes, even in English class.
  • Handwritten notes are where it’s at. Don’t let the movies fool you. Although if for some reason you have to type them, they may be reasonable.
    • It might even be kinda fun.
    • What is fun is being up in the class the day after it’s assigned and having people be like “yo hav u started yet” and u like “i’m done” like yes Get It
  • Try to stay organized. But remember that your “organized” is not always someone else’s “organized,” and that’s okay!
  • Grad students are instructors sometimes, especially in the art department. It may seem odd at first, but you can relate to them more.
  • A professor is not a grade school teacher. They are generally a lot cooler and open to communication. 
  • Sit in the front or the middle of the class (aka the “T-Zone”). Be a suck up. Answer questions. Ask questions. It gets you ahead.
    • But don’t try to make smartass comments.
  • Every school’s Greek life is going to be different levels of intense/chill, but where I’m at:
    • Sororities aren’t that bad. Don’t let Legally Blonde be your standard for what they are. They aren’t always a bunch of Barbies, they rarely are, in fact (but some are don’t get me wrong). If you want to find good friends and really branch out, try Rushing. I’m not, but my roomie is.
    • But fraternities are kind of everything they’re cut out to be. Stay back. These dudebros will clap to announce their entrances/exits okay one was disappointed because a party he went to had “like a 3:1 boy to girl ratio” listen to me just sTay baCk

Well, that’s about all I have for now. I may pop in with new posts like this as new things happen (i.e. finals). I really hope someone read this and took something from it. It’s just a lot. College is a lot. I can’t believe I’m actually here! But it really is a step up from high school, and it’s something to be excited for, not scared of. 

Start applying for scholarships, look at schools, do all that! Go with your gut. And take it from me: staying close to home for college can be a really really good thing.

Much love,

- Liz.xx

Hazard pt. 1

Shit like this only happens in the movies.


You’ve never been covered in this much blood before. Hell, you’re not sure how much of it is your blood, anyways. Oh well, it all looks really cool and really freaky when it’s splattered along the shower walls. You’ve been in the shower for the past hour, scrubbing away all the crimson that’s tainted your smooth skin. It even got in your hair.

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