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* You really had quite alot with you, huh.
* Atleast now we’ll stand more of a chance.
* Let’s shoot for not getting totally obliterated again. 

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WE ARE PROUD


Jack! (even though it’s very unlikely that you will get the chance to read this) you said “make you guys proud again” on one of your latest videos, what are you talking about?! We are and will always be VERY proud of you!! Just look at you and how much you have accomplished!! I mean, you just came back from a tour! See you happy means a lot, more than you can imagine, because you work so hard to make us smile and have a great time, to make us happy everyday and you deserve to do all those things you want and enjoy, to do what make you happy as much as you can!

@therealjacksepticeye

shibolet3  asked:

Wait what con artist from 2014

I’d like to title this story “Swing And A Miss

Okay, so my high school had this program where seniors could leave school like a month and a half early and opt out of exams if they took on internships around the neighborhood, but not everyone wanted to/was eligible to do it. Back in like 2013, they had like 15 bored seniors stuck in the school, so the administration brought in this Professional Life Coach, left him in alone in a room with them for two hours to talk to them about like, self-esteem or some shit. All the kids were pulled out of their classes for this*, and later told the administration that they loved him, they really enjoyed the talk.

So, about a year later, we have a new principal. He’s supposed to set up an assembly for all the 11th and 12th graders, but he doesn’t know what to do. One of his coworkers mentions that there was a life coach that was a huge hit with the kids that didn’t do community study last year, so maybe he’d also be great for a larger audience. The principal basically thinks “okay, what the hell” and calls up and hires Jason C. Jean to come talk to the kids.

Now, it’s like, 10:30, maybe 11:00 in the morning, and two entire grades are getting shepherded to the main gymnasium, and no one wants to God damn be there. We ain’t got time for self esteem talks. We want to sleep. And this guy, watching us all drag our feet in and collapse into the bleachers was just like…offensively peppy. There’s a couple faculty members sitting behind him, the woman who suggested he be hired for this, the vice principals for the grades- but the principal himself kept getting calls so he was in and out the whole time.

Now, Mr. Jean was like…the chill “Just call me by my first name dude” history professor at college times 30. He was trying so fucking hard. I’m referring to him as ‘Mr. Jean’ in this story just to be disrespectful. So anyway, we all get in there, and he tells us right off the bat “You guys are totally allowed to be on your phones and laptops during this! I get it! It’s no problem, like really, I insist!” so while the faculty members are exchanging smiles that read ‘how do we kill that while respecting him’, all the kids are immediately pulling out their electronics and he’s starts his speech.

Now, again, I really wanna reiterate that he told us we could be on our phones- because when the news articles started coming out about this, I remember all these angry, annoying comments from old people like “Why the hell were the students on their phones in the first place! So disrespectful! These damn millennials and their social media!” like, they were completely ignoring the entire story and just focusing in on kids using the internet, and it Really Super Pissed Me Off, so. Again, we had permission for this (which also ended up being Mr. Jean’s fatal mistake).

So, he starts off this speech fairly normally, like ‘hi, I’m Jason, I’m a professional life coach and I wanna teach you kids about how to be The Best You!’ and like people were tuning him out and listening to varying degrees. Some kids (like myself) were kinda dozing off, and everyone was on twitter or facebook.

His approach to a self esteem speech seemed to be ‘let me tell you my entire life story for hours’ and like, at first I was like “I’m not really hearing this, I’m half dreaming right now” but the more I started making myself pay attention the more…bizarre and rambling his story got.

So like, for instance, he told us he drank a lot in high school. Like, a lot. But he didn’t use that as a ‘don’t drink or party too hard’ lesson, instead he was like “I was fourteen so I always called my parents to pick me up, and they weren’t mad because they knew it meant I could trust them. So remember, always tell your parents when you’re drinking!” and then it kinda got to a point where it sounded like he was encouraging partying and drinking and the like to the group of underage kids.

And then, he told us how he used to play baseball all the time when he was a kid, and at 16 reached a crossroads in his life where the Phillies wanted to draft him or he could go play football for Penn State. And he said he went with Penn State but later lost the scholarship for some reason and we’re like…really.

There was absolutely nothing coherent about anything he was saying- nothing that tied anything together, made a point, seemed like it had anything to do with an assembly on self esteem. He told us at one point he was making upwards of 7 million a year. He told us one time before college he was homeless. He told us he used to own a construction company and built his own branch of nightclubs himself, that he and his friend then ran. He told us he fought a shark and came out with no scars. He told us that he had less money now, because after surviving a work related accident- direct quote- “I fell almost 30 feet and I broke in half” - he decided to leave that industry and spend more time with his family.

So, yeah, I was pretty positive this was bullshit, but there were clearly kids in the room that were falling for it. But then he said something like…he and his friend got bored one day and started jarring up their own pasta sauce, and made a deal with wegmans or some store like that to start selling it, and now he has a pasta sauce empire. Like he spent 15 fucking minutes on this. The way he kept saying ‘pasta sauce’ was so annoying I was about to claw my ears out. But anyway, two girls in my grade wanted to find out what brand he was talking about, so they googled his name.

And then quietly gasped.

And then furiously started typing into their phones.

And remember- everyone, even though they were paying attention- was on twitter and facebook. All the sudden I see heads flying up and wide eyes and people whispering to each other. Mr. Jean doesn’t seem to notice the change and keeps rambling on, but I know something happened so I google him too and-

Okay so basically he’s 1) been arrested, 2) filed for bankruptcy like three times and 3) has been hailed as a ‘Swinger Guru’ by playboy.

EVERYONES SILENTLY FLIPPING OUT.

So by now, this is a fucking game- he still doesn’t notice anything wrong amongst the kids, so we’re all silently texting each other to fill each other in. Pulling up receipts. But still playing the part of politely intrigued audience members. The school faculty have no fucking idea what’s going on, until one of the students texts her mom, who happens to be the woman that convinced the principal to hire this guy. We see her check her phone, go wide-eyed, and she runs out of the fucking room presumably to either find the principal or hide in terror.

So Mr. Jean had been talking to random people intermittently throughout this speech, but we reach the ‘questions’ part of it. Everyone seems to silently agree that instead of just asking him anything outright, we should just see how good of a liar he was. So they’d be asking him stuff like ‘how much money did you make with ____ company’ and he’d give a ridiculously high number as people were sending each other reports of him filing for bankruptcy during that time. Or they asked him about his construction business which he said was great, and while he was talking about how great it was we were all reading his arrest report, from when a woman hired him to build her house, and he took her money and then like…just didn’t build anything. Wild. Someone asked him about his family and he’s extolling Christian virtues while we’re all on the website for his annual Swing Fest. People would ask him how he got certain jobs and he was making promises to hook kids up in interviews and shit. Everyone was loosing their God damn minds online and just barely holding it together in person. This man was so beyond full of shit- like, he was a God awful life coach but his dedication to lying was inspirational.

We eventually get to leave and everyone is yelling and cracking up and freaking out, all running to our classes to tell the teachers and the underclassmen everything, and the teachers are freaking out, alternating between horrified confusion and laughing hysterically. Before the school day even ended, someone had called a bunch of news stations. The principal was freaking out and denying he had anything to do with it, before calling some students to his office to see what exactly the kids had searched up on the guy…Because apparently teenagers can perform better background checks than school officials. It was all anyone could talk about for weeks.

A couple months after this, for my theater class’ showcase, I wrote and directed a skit called ‘Mason B. Mean’. It was a huge hit. The principal was in the audience. I’ve never seen a grown man look so dead inside. I made sure I was out of the room before he came up to congratulate the cast and everything. The next day, my theater teacher told me his only comment about the skit was a quiet, long-suffering “Why.” 😂😂

Annnnnnnnd that’s the time a Swinger Entrepreneur rambled on about pasta sauce and money in front of teenagers who knew how to use google for almost two hours.  

http://www.philly.com/philly/news/breaking/Montco_principal_apologizes_for_having_swinger_entrepreneur_speak_to_kids.html

I hope everyone who bitched about Jimin posting in the fancafe while on tour and said he didn’t like intl fans is really proud of themselves. He’s acknowledged intl fans and asked people to translate stuff so many times in the last couple of days; he obviously feels guilty. He even had Hoseok do that live with him so be could understand and interact with the intl fans. You guys really made him feel bad.

Not every idol can read/speak/understand English, languages are hard. Some people really struggle with learning second languages. And honestly I don’t think idols should be required to learn English or Japanese or anything else if they don’t really, actually want to. That kind of expectation is just too much, imo. We should take it as a nice surprise when an idol knows a second language instead of an expectation or a requirement. And on top of that, what is getting upset with an idol for communicating in their own language with fans who speak that language suppose to do exactly? Yelling at him doesn’t make him suddenly capable of understanding everything you guys type at him at lightening speed. It just hurts his feelings.

And of course he would feel home sick. He’s in a foreign country, eating foreign food, surrounded by people he can’t understand. If I remember correctly Jimin was the one who got homesick the fastest on Bon Voyage. He loves his country and there’s nothing wrong with that. He’s a homebody, so sue him.

Anyway it’s like 4am, I’m emotional, and him asking people to translate on ch+ for intl fans made me :/ :/ :/ because he shouldn’t have to worry about that. He’s a good kid and he doesn’t deserve to be spoken to that way by people (his fans) who are suppose to love and support him. I love armys, but honestly I don’t think you guys realize how spoiled we are. Your expectations are unrealistic.

There are fandoms out there that can’t even find an eng sub of a five minute clip of their group months after it’s aired. We get twenty subs uploaded to YouTube in a matter of hours. Armys work hard for each other and it makes BTS seem more accessible than they actually are, but please remember to respect the members in real time when English isn’t always an option. I hope that makes sense?? Like don’t let the ease of accessibility make you forget that, in the moment, you are dealing with real people with feelings who might struggle to understand you.

In short; please don’t be selfish and always remember to respect the members. They love you and they work hard for you. They deserve to be spoken to with care.

Cas finds tumblr
  • Cas: Dean there's this interesting website called tumblr
  • Dean: Cas, stay away from there
  • Cas: *confused head tilt* What is Destiel Dean? It seems popular
  • Dean: Cas no-
  • Cas: Dean I don't understand... what is fanfiction?
  • Dean: *gets up and goes towards Cas* Come on Cas... give me the laptop buddy
  • Cas: The laptop's warning me of smut. What is smut?
  • Dean: *tries to grab the laptop*
  • Cas: *dodges Dean and starts reading* This... this is very explicit. How do they know all this?
  • Dean: Cas we don't talk about that!
  • Cas:
  • Dean:
  • Dean: Wait a minute I don't understand
  • Cas: It's like they've been spying on us Dean
  • Dean:
  • Cas:
  • Dean:
  • Cas:
  • Dean: *eyes widening* Oh Chuck... SAM!
  • Sam: *trying hard not to laugh* What? People like it!
givenchy & gold, part i (m.)

;pairing — jungkook/reader

;warnings — sex | implied exhibitionism | mild dom/sub tones | if u’ve got a praise kink then ur gonna love this | mentions of daddy kinks | instances of spanking 

;summary — you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no.

;word count — 20k im so sorry

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hey guys, something really, really shitty happened out of nowhere. my mom was brutally assaulted last night by a completely worthless excuse of a man that she used to call a friend. she just got back from the hospital and has a huge black eye, broken nose and messed up chin.(id prefer not to post pictures out of respect for her privacy but i guess if you really want proof you can message me privately) it’ll take weeks to heal up and it really sucks because she was trying to get a new job and now she doesn’t feel confident enough to even leave the house. 

I’m also trying to get a job but in the meantime i would greatly appreciate some commissions, or if you have just a few dollars id happily accept donations to jen.fosnight@gmail.com. i just want to be as helpful as i can while she recovers and i know money cant “fix” things but it really helps to at least be able to like…get food when we’re hungry and do laundry when we need to and stuff. you know how it is. thanks for reading

Daddy. (Joshua Smut)

Hey everybody  i am so so sorry that i’m so late, we moved houses and there is nO FUCKING INTERNET  so i had to live on shitty data, it’s been hell for me but i know it’s even more hellish for everyone considering you’re all so thirsty.  but yeah, so i hope you enjoy this i’m so sowwy it took so long but it’s here, i had a great time writing this daddy one, AND I WILL BE HONEST I SCREAMED RANDOMLY WHILE WRITING THIS JUST SAYING. I’ve been working on many stories at once, so that i’ll be able to finish them at the same time so i’m working really hard, PRAISE ME PLS.  also, thank you all for being so patient, i know it’s hard, also fucking whAT. there are so many of everyone now.  we can’t help but feel overwhelmed and happy by how many you guys are, what should we call you ugh. I love you all so much, and honestly in my opinion this 2017 will be a good year for this blog we will improve ourselves in order to make everyone reading happy/horny, maybe this year juuust maybe, you’ll be able to get to know us better.  well only if you all want to.

ALSO IF ITS NOT THAT GOOD IM SORRY BUT I DID MY BEST SO, IM SORRY AHSHUSDBIDBD

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-admin kate x

warning: contains daddy kink, rough sex, spanking and SIN. if this ain’t your thing then we have a lot of other stuff to choose from.

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SnK - AoT New Ending Analyze!

Cause that is my favorite thing to do.

But first, a little warning if you are an anime only fan!

Originally posted by ithelpstodream

Major manga spoilers.

You know what to do better than me.

Scroll down, this post does not exist for you.

For others, guess who screenshotted every single scene of new ending and meta all the way?

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>>The Marks We Make<< Chapter 2 update!

Tag. Honestly Lance get your head in the game, if you’re not going to pay attention you’re out. 

@wittyy-name
​ has fought hard and written a pretty long chapter for you guys to read and have fun with while we go back to SUADWM for a while! 

Admittedly, this one gif is… rough to say the least. Doesn’t flow as smoothly as I wanted it to, but I’m still experimenting and learning, so it’s fiNE. 

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Peter x Reader

Requested by Anon


You blushed when Peter walked in and started staring at Stiles fingers as he fiddled with something in his hands. Peter of course noticed your reaction to his presence, the side glances or the way you would blush and smell flustered if he ever got to close.

You didn’t pay attention to anyone or anything said during the entire pack meeting. Peter was stood a few steps away from you and you had put all of your effort and attention into keeping your eyes fixed firmly on anything but him.

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Okay so you guys know he linked the Anti clip from PAX in the description of his most recent vlog.

Weeelll I went back because I needed to get the link and I noticed he added a line to the description. Although the zalgo text is hard to read, especially because I kept it highlighted in the first screenshot, so here’s what it says:

You thought I was gone
tried to replace me
I’m always here

I know we won’t see Anti for a long while but I thought I’d make a post about it!

Standing Up (Jacob Black/Imprint)

So I was re-reading this scene in the book, and I figured it would be a good scene to write. So basically, Bella’s sister is Jacob’s imprint and lived with Charlie, and she would go visit Renee during Christmas vacations while Bella visited Charlie during the summers.

No copyright infringement intended.

Enjoy!

Word Count: 900+ words

Originally posted by on-flames


Originally posted by colecionadora-de-planetas


Originally posted by troianforever


Originally posted by seriestvquotes

‘So another reeking bloodsucker is after the Swan sisters?’ Paul asked through the mind link. Jake felt that it wasn’t fair how his imprint always got sucked into the Bella and Cullen drama.

‘Yep, the bloodsucker told me when I was trying to talk to Y/N and I guess it’s not someone they recognize,’ Jake sped towards Charlie’s house through the woods.
‘Bring them on the reservation,’ Sam ordered. Jake was already going to try getting all three Swans on the reservation as soon and as often as possible. Charlie and Y/N, not a problem, but Bella was going to be difficult.
‘What makes you think we all want to deal with Bella? Her sister isn’t bad, but she’s so whiny,’ Leah complained. She grew up with Y/N playing in the sandbox with Seth, Jacob and all the other council member kids, seeing as Charlie was constantly here, and always brought a smiling Y/N in tow. Every time Leah had to see Bella, it always irritated her.
‘She’s a human of the town Leah. Jacob, get the Swans here, at least Charlie and Y/N. Bella has the Cullens to protect her.’
‘Aye aye Captain,’
Jacob turned into his human form as he came up to the house. Edward was waiting outside.
“Both of them are inside,” Edward told Jacob, and he nodded, slightly more at ease.
“So, are we just staying at the Cullen’s?” Y/N asked, not wanting to be around the Cullens. Their existence wasn’t natural. She liked Emmett and Rose though. Emmett was hard not to like, and Rose had a hard exterior, but Y/N could see through it. And unlike her sister, Y/N read through the tough exterior of the blonde vampire.
“What about the reservation? At least then you won’t be worried about getting a paper cut,” Jake teased, causing Bella to flinch and Y/N relaxed with his presence.
“Well, we need to make sure dad stays on the reservation. He’s not safe here,” Y/N determined, slightly upset that she wasn’t safe in her own home, not that she minded being on the reservation.
“Speaking of which, Sam wants all three of you guys on the Res as much as possible,”
“I don’t mind,” Jake walked to her and wrapped an arm around her tiny shoulders and kissing her cheek.
“Edward won’t let me,” Y/N snapped her head to her older sister.
“Bella, you shouldn’t have to ask permission to be in an area where you’re constantly protected. Even though you didn’t mind being there when he left you for dead,” Y/N felt bad for bringing that time up, but Bella needed a reality check, and to stop being coddled. Jake pulled her closer to his chest, hoping his heat would relax her, but she was too stubborn to let it calm her down yet. Bella flinched at the brutal honest nature of her sister’s words, not wanting to accept the harsh truth that he did leave her and that she didn’t want to be in the dating pool again.
“Because being around Paul is much safer,” Bella retorted, and that made Y/N’s anger flare up.
“At least I know not to punch Paul, of all people, in the face. That was your own doing. Besides, I’d rather worry about being slashed up a little than being bled dry,”
‘You go Y/N’ Paul cheered through the mind link. He could hear the imprint going off through Jake’s mind. There was no way he wasn’t going to broadcast this. She was the Swan sister that loved the pack unconditionally, and every so often, Jake needed to hear that he wasn’t a monster.
“Can we go?” Y/N asked, wanting to put as much distance with her sister as possible. Bella can stay with her abusive boyfriend and worry about Jasper bleeding her dry while she had fun cliff diving with the pack.
“When the bloodsucker gets back,” Jake replied, the words rolling off the tongue as if that was Edward’s name. Bella stomped off upstairs to her room like a temper tantrum throwing two year old. (Insert last gif xD)
“Why does she think the world revolves around her?” Y/N asked when she heard the door shut.
“I know babe. But she is your sister,”
“That doesn’t give her the right to act like a whiny bitch,” Y/N hissed, and Jake didn’t reply. He only pulled her into his chest until the burning scent of Edward invaded his nose.
“He’s here. Let’s go,”
Walking outside, they came face to face with Edward, who looked mad as hell.
“Can you not be so harsh with Bella?” Edward asked, and Y/N rolled her eyes. After sacrificing summers on the reservation for ten years because Bella wanted to spend the summer in the blistering California heat, and she was amazed that Edward wanted her to just sit down and shut up. Her sister might be that type, but ever since the imprinting, Y/N hasn’t felt the need to be someone she wasn’t.
“And you can tell her I meant every word and thought. If she wants to speak to me like a normal human being and not like my mother, she knows where I’ll be,” With that, she walked to the tree line where Jacob had walked to phase. Billy was probably getting Charlie onto the reservation, so Jacob’s main focus was to get Y/N into the safety of the reservation as fast as possible.

Kitten ~ Part One

Requested: No.

Fandom: Markiplier/Jacksepticeye

Paring: Darkiplier/Reader/Antisepticeye

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Cursing, Boderline Smut, Pet Play(?)

A/N: This will get detailed and a little hardcore, kind of… Anyway, @twenty-third-born helped me write this… Enjoy!

Originally posted by badpunsmcgee


Dark strolled into the kitchen, his suit shredded on his back slowly repairing itself. A scratch on his cheek also mending. The lights flickered, Anti sprang out from the nearest wall socket and snagged a package of poptarts to tear into, “You fucking cheated.”

Your brows furrowed and you gasped softly, nearly choking on the tea in hand. You sat down your book, pouting just the slightest bit.

“What have told you two about coming here unannounced? Huh?” You asked, giving them both a pointed look.

Dark went to the coffee maker and poured himself a large mug full, since it had been sitting for awhile it was cool enough to drink. Leaning back against the counter Dark settled a glare on Anti.

“Taking an advantage is not cheating.” He took a sip of the coffee before responding, “Complain to the monkey.”

“I’ll show you fucking monkey, you want round two already?!” Anti’s eyes sparked as he growled. He circled round to your spot at the table, he pressed a hard kiss to your temple, “We were…..in the neighborhood. Thought you’d be pleased to see my sweet ass Kitten?”

You arched a brow at the both of them, wiping your temple off with a teasing pout. You bookmarked your page, knowing you wouldn’t be getting in any more reading. With a final gulp, you finished your tea and sighed,

“You two being here at the same time either means sex or you want me to settle an argument.”

Dark hummed, a smirk hidden behind his cup of coffee. Anti had his hand on your shoulder, his fingers digging in a bit he grinned, “Well since you’re asking!”

He grabbed the nearest chair and twirled it around to sit on it backwards facing you.

“Dark here thinks he’s the better partner, some bullshit about being able to handle you better in bed.” Anti snarled at the outrage of the claim.

Dark put his mug on the counter, “Considering how often I’ve been seeing you, I must be the preferred favorite.”

Anti slammed his hands on the table, “Yea and who is it that’s being used as her long term partner, huh?! Long term beats booty call every time.”

“As you can see, we continue to disagree. Which is where you come in.” Dark moved to the table, staying standing he let his hand rest just an inch from yours

You groan falling backwards on the couch. With a sigh, you cover your face with a pillow to, not only hide your blush, but to show your annoyance. Your blanket fell on the floor and you huff, your voice muffled,

“Really guys? That’s what this is about? I’m not answering either, because I don’t have a favorite.”

Anti slides closer to you, his hands trailing over your hips, “Who said anything about you telling us Kitten?”

A length of shadow whipped out to swat Anti’s hands off you. Moving over to your head he grazed his fingers along your scalp, “We both think we know your body best, so it’ll be your body that tells us the truth.”

You curled in on yourself with another groan and removed the pillow with a sigh, looking between the two of them. Your quick to reach down and grab the blanket, covering yourself back up. You tuck the pillow under your head and curl up tighter. You were denying that this didn’t arouse you and they knew it,

“Look, guys, I just wanna drink my tea, read my book, and take a nap. Is that too much to ask?”

Anti rolled his eyes, bunching an end of the blanket in his hands he yanked hard nearly sending you sprawling onto the floor. The blanket thrown to the side he pounced on you, forcing your arms down as he straddled your hips. “We aren’t going nowhere till this is settled Kitten.”

Dark rumbled low in his throat, from his perspective Anti was already getting an advantage. Using his foot Dark pushed the coffee table as far from the couch as possible, “I’ll be sure no one can disturb us.”

Shadows rose from the corners and floors to seal off all the doorways and windows from anyone walking in on them. Heat pooled in your stomach and it was getting really hard to deny that you were already wet. Your bottom lip jutted out and you squirmed beneath him. You tilted your head back to look at Dark.

“T-This is so n-not fair.”

You pushed against Anti’s grasp on you arms, letting out a huff when he wouldn’t let up. You squeezed your thighs together, frowning up at him. Anti pulled you up into a sitting position, letting go of your arms he planted his hands on your thighs, his thumbs sliding down between them, “After this long Kitten, you should know we don’t give a fuck what you think.”

He shifted his hips forward letting you feel his erection already growing under his pants. Dark slid in behind you, his  hands slid up under your shirt going straight for the hooks of your bra. His mouth near your ear he rumbled,

“You’ll be thanking us in the end.”

Bring Your Boyfriend(s) To Work Day {Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader}

Prompt:  Hello! Are you still doing the Poly! Hamilsquad x reader imagines? Do you think you can write where the reader works in a kindergarten and the kids love her so they go for ‘a visit’ and they see how the kids huddle around her as she reads them a story?

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Word  Count: 600

Warning: Terrible attempt at fluff

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Got7 & Your Pregnant Belly

Jaebum
Jaebum would lounge lazily against the couch, his hand roaming around your belly gently as he rested his head on your shoulder. He would press kisses to your belly and sigh softly.
“I’m so excited to see and hold you.. Soon my little monster.”

Originally posted by magiccastles



Mark
Much like every morning, Mark would place both hands on your belly and grin.
“Wow, my little boy is getting so big already. You’re not even born yet and you need to stop growing up. Daddy gets emotional about you, you know that?”
He would go to kiss your belly but kicked in the mouth instead.
“Well I love you too. Kick your daddy in the mouth.”

Originally posted by blueberryhouse



Youngjae
When he knows you’ve had a stressful day or you’re just not feeling well, he’ll help you get comfortable on the couch and put a movie on for you to watch. After doing some chores around the house, he would press gentle kisses to your belly.
“Stop giving mama a hard time. Relax a little, yeah?”

Originally posted by jiminthebun

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After this gif I have to go die. I love you guys :’) 


Jackson
He gets all too excited about talking to your belly. He will sit and read books for hours, you just listening and rubbing his back.
Are you excited Jackson?
“Very. But you know I’m going to ugly sob when she’s born, right? In the hospital floor sobbing in a ball because she’s here?”

Originally posted by jackseunie



Yugyeom
“We get to see you todayyy!” He would sing at your belly as you both got ready for a checkup. This time you get to hear your child’s heartbeat as well as see how big they’ve gotten since the previous checkup.
“Don’t make mommy sick this time little one.”

Originally posted by chattyang



BamBam
Mr. Bhuwakul would be glued to your belly from the minute you told him you were pregnant so you weren’t surprised that when you gained a small bump from the baby’s growth, Bambam’s hands were stuck in place on your belly. Always rubbing and kissing the bump as it grew.
“Stop judging me, Y/N. I love my baby.”
You’re never going to put her down are you?
“No I will not. I grew up without my dad and my baby will grow up best friends with her dad. We’ll fight about it when she’s born.”

Originally posted by starrygyeom



Jinyoung
“Please don’t be as stubborn as your mama.”
Jinyoung would always joke around when he’s talking to your baby but would always slip in an “I love you darlin, I’m excited to see ya.”

Originally posted by jypnior



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Bittersweet and Strange Part 4 (Negan X Female)

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Summary: The more she spends time with him, the less she sees him as a beast.

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 2,993

Warnings: Smut, swearing, fluff, corny references

Author’s Note: This is Part 4 of my Beauty and the Beast inspired fic series.

This fic series was a mistake. I hate myself for writing it. You guys seem to like it, so I’m doing this for you guys. Because I love you. Honestly, no matter how many times I edit this, it doesn’t seem good enough so I’m sorry if this is shit. It’s hard to tell if it’s my depression or if it’s actually just garbage. 

I feel burned out right now. My fics all seem copy and paste to me. Now this author’s note is just turning into a pity party. Fuck.

I love you guys. Thanks for reading my stuff. I’ll get part 5 out soon.

Please let me know what you thought! I love feedback!

This has no beta so I’m sorry for any errors.

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Live Streams and the Little Things (Tom Holland)

Originally posted by prettystucky

Pairing: Jealous!Tom Holland x Reader, Roommate!Cole Sprouse x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/N is doing a live stream late into the night with her best friend, Cole and while she is trying to leave the stream, fans are begging her to stay, even though Cole fell asleep already. And Tom sees this and gets a bit jealous of the fact that Cole fell asleep next to Y/N.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Another Cole and Tom fic requested by anonymous who said, “y/n is doing a live and her bf tom is watching and shes in her room when cole walks in and she says she is going to sleep but the comments are all staying to stay, she turns the camera to cole who was now sleeping on her lap and she says “cole is getting tired” and she then ends it and tom gets jealous that cole is in the same bed and facetimes her the morning after and she answers (cole slept on the same bed as her that night) and when tom calls he sees cole on the bed and gets mad? TQ”

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You sat on your bed and faced your camera with a smile as you told a funny story as requested in your comments.

“Okay, the funniest story I have is- hmm, I think when I got my tongue stuck to a pole while out with my boyfriend Tom and his friends.” You said with a light laugh as the memory came back to you.

You all stood around the telephone pole near the bar you just exited. To say that you were buzzed was an understatement.

“Y/N, I double dog dare you to like the pole.” Harrison taunted.

“Don’t dare my girlfriend to do stupid shit.” Tom argued.

“Thank you, baby. But it’s on, Osterfield. I accept your challenge.” You said.

You walked up to the pole and licked it, laughing until you realized your tongue was stuck to it. You tried to get it off but failed as the boys that surrounded you laughed.

Tom was the one to get a cup of warm water from the coffee shop across the street and get your tongue off of the pole, making sure you swore not to do it again.

You let out a final chuckle as you finished your story and moved to pick up your camera off the tripod.

A little ways away, Tom was laughing at the memory as well as he watched Cole walk into your room.

“Okay, you all, I really need to go to bed. I am going to fall asleep.” you said with a shy smile and turned the camera to look at Cole. “And now Cole’s here. Probably to tell me to get my ass in bed.”

“You’re damn right I am.” Cole said with a yawn.

You turned the camera to face you as you walked to your bed. “You hear that? It’s bedtime, my loves.”

Cole climbed onto the bed beside you as you read off comments asking you to stay. He rested his head in your lap as you let out a yawn.

“Come on, guys, I can’t stay awake anymore.” You whined as you looked down at Cole, to find him asleep before you made the camera look at him. “Cole is getting tired.”

Cole woke up a little and mumbled, not opening his eyes. “I’m trying really hard not to fall asleep.”

“Okay, we’re going to bed. Goodnight, my loves! We both love you, right, Cole?”

“Yeah, yeah. We love you.” He mumbled before you turned off the camera.

You pulled Cole off of you and pulled off the covers and crawled into bed, Cole crawling in beside you.

“Cole, go to your bed.” You whined, not really in the mood to argue with your roommate.

“No.” He groaned. “My room’s too far away and your bed is so warm.”

“Okay, fine. You can stay, but you better not kick me.”

“Deal.” Cole replied, a small smile on his lips. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Cole.”

You awoke to the sound of your phone ringing, the ringtone you had for Tom singing in your ear. You rolled over with a groan, trying not to wake up Cole as you answered the phone.

“Good morning, baby.” You said with a yawn and a smile.

“Good morning, love.” Tom smiled. “I saw your live stream last night.”

You sat up in bed as Cole rolled over, his head landing on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair as you spoke.

“Really? Then you probably heard me talk a lot about you.”

“You also told the story about that outing with me and the guys.”

“I know. It’s the best story about my stupidity I have.” You said as Cole started to wake up with a groan.

“What was that?”

You turned the camera to face Cole. “It was Cole. Say hi, Cole.”

Cole looked up, his eyes partially open as he studied Tom, trying to figure out who he was before he spoke.

“Hey, Tom.” he smiled before looking up at you. “I’m gonna go get breakfast. You want anything?”

You shook your head as he got out of your bed. “Not now. Thanks, though.”

You watched as Cole got out of bed and left the room, turning the camera back around so that you could see Tom.

“What was Cole doing in your bed?” Tom asked.

“He fell asleep with me after we finished streaming. We stayed up a little talking and just fell asleep.”

“He could’ve just gone to his own bed.”

“He fell asleep. It’s fine. Nothing happened. It’s not a big deal.”

“But it is a big deal!” Tom exclaimed. “You’re my girlfriend, not his.”

“Oh my god, Tom, he’s my roommate. Do you know how many times we’ve fallen asleep together?” You argued. “We’ve fallen asleep on the couch waiting for you and you never said a damn thing when you got home.”

“That’s because it was the couch! The TV was on and you were on separate ends of it.” Tom said. “He was in your bed, not the couch. He was sleeping where I sleep.”

“What has gotten into you? You’ve never been so insecure.” You snapped. “Cole is not a threat to you. He’s like my brother, okay? And I mean that. We’ve been friends since grade school for God’s sake.”

“But what happens if you end up having feelings for him and not me?” Tom asked, his voice low and soft.

“That is not going to happen, okay? I love you, even if you’re being kind of a dick right now.” You said with a small smile.

“I just- goddammit, Y/N, you’re right.” Tom said, smacking his forehead. “You’re over there doing what you always do and I’m scared that you’ll find someone better.”

“I don’t need better because there is no better.”

“Trust me, you can find better.”

“Trust me, better is not with Cole. He may be a great guy, but he’s my best friend and I’m not fucking that up cause then I won’t have a place to stay.”

“You could always stay with me.” Tom offered.

“We share a place with Cole, remember?”

“Oh shit, you’re right.” Tom said before you two stayed silent for a moment. “Look, Y/N, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that.”

“It’s okay, Tom. I think I’d probably react the same way if I saw you ended up sleeping in the same bed as another girl.” You confessed.

“Really?”

“Hell yeah. It’s not because I don’t trust you, it’s because I wouldn’t trust who you were with.”

“But I can trust Cole. Damn, I’m an idiot.”

“I won’t argue with that.” You said with a grin. “You’re still coming home tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, I am. You’re still going to wait for me on the couch, right?”

“Of course I am.”