what if i tag his whole name

I was going to make something really nice for your birthday, @markiplier, and I spent hours working- working on a drawing of your face, and then one of Chica, and then I tried one in an Animal Crossing style for some reason, and then at one point I think I had a Darkiplier phase- but everything just looked horrible.

Then I panicked and drew a pigeon. 

Sorry Mark.

I hope you like the pigeon anyway. His name is Henry. 

Strictly Professional (Part 6)

Summary: Misha comes over to your place for your very first official date. And once again, neither of you can keep your hands to yourselves.

Pairing: Misha x Publicist/PA!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, smut, oral (female receiving)

*nsfw gif below the cut*

Strictly Professional Masterlist

Originally posted by the-captain-destiel

You glanced nervously at the clock, your stomach a bundle of nerves as the time got closer and closer to 8pm.

Five minutes till 8.

Which meant Misha would be there in 5 minutes for your very first official date.

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Foreign kid walks in like ‘hey guys i hate my quirk, but i need help controlling it and i’d like to be a hero i guess??’ 

So instead of making a new OC altogether for the whole BHNA oc thing, I just did an AU version for Isha cause his powers were already figured out. He wants to be a hero to find his mom. She kinda left him out of fear of his quirk cause she was quirkless and he wants to prove he’s not as dangerous as she believed him to be. He wants to be capable in her eyes, but idk if she’ll ever feel that way. He’s still connected to her phone and can tap in to her activity every so often just to make sure she’s safe (that orange scarf is hers). 

He’s capable of shooting out electrical energy through any part of his body but does his best to do so through his hands. He can also suck up energy around him, cause blackouts or supercharge devices around him. He’s a sponge… Cons to his quirk is that excess energy being released can cause his skin to burn, and if he expells too much, he can lose consciousness. Water sucks cause he’s usually pent up with energy so yeah, that hurts. Also, his power is highly unstable and his level of control is very low. 

+Positive Emotions Cause+

-HE GLOWS. He gets happy or embarrassed, those markings and his eyes light up!

-Electrical devices around him are SUPERCHARGED! The happier he is, the more energy he radiates!

-Negative Emotions Cause-

-sHIT FLICKERS/STOPS WORKING (wow he can’t hear much now cause his hearing aid gets fucked up during times like this). 

-He sucks up energy (He is more than likely in a negative mood so sorry, Isha is probably gonna cause minor blackouts cause he’s anxious daily). 

… YE A H . 


what really happened during s5
they reunited and ducked out to go on a space roadtrip :DDD

Ten Years (Part 6)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,014

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations

A/N: Tags are closed!! It’s winding down, I think.

*Jean-Ralphio voice* We’re at the reuuuUUuuuniooooooooon!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Originally posted by elves-n-angels

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The Ugly Truth: Part Two

THE UGLY TRUTH: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader


A distraught girl decides to quit on love, due to her romantically challenged past. But it wasn’t until Steve Rogers walked through the doors, that she knew she needed help. Looking to an old friend, a ploy to coach her in the romance department - she pairs with the likes of Bucky Barnes, the well known play boy who lives life on the edge. In the process of coaching into the arms of Steve Rogers - a very unexpected result is found between the two of them.

notes: cussing, some dirty talk, tension.

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The Beginning of the End

Genre: Fluff/Angst
Mark x Reader x Jinyoung

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Mark waited on the roof top of the JYPE building.

“Where is she? Why is she so late?” he thought to himself as he constantly checked his phone for messages. He had just come from  meeting JYP-pd and he needed to tell you something right away. Everything was gonna be different now. You two have been dating secretly for 2 years. Both of you decided it was best to keep it a secret from the public and the members while GOT7 was just debuting. As well just like the rest of the members Mark signed a No Dating contract.

Mark’s phone rang “Ah, Jinyoung-ah I’m still at the JYP building, I’ll come back to the dorm later tonight.”

“No problem, I just finished dropping Y’N off at the airport. Just wanted to know if you wanted to meet for a late night meal”

Mark’s heart dropped. “What do you mean you just dropped Y/N off at the airport?”

“She’s leaving hyung, she was in a hurry but she told me she couldn’t say bye to the rest of the members, I’m not sure why she’s leaving but she looked so distraught.”

Mark hung up the phone and immediately ran down from the roof and out of the building, hailing a cab and got in. “The airport! Hurry!”
“Y/N hurry up! Manager-hyung is already here to take us to the set” Jinyoung’s voice echoed through the hallway.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” You said walking out the bedroom, clipping your earrings on. You stopped and faced the mirror by the front door. Looking yourself over once more.

Jinyoung came behind you and slid his arms around your waist, nestling his head on your shoulder. “You look beautiful my love”

Your turned around and faced him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “are you sure? Will I live up to the expectations of being Park Jinyoung’s girl?”

He smiled softly as he pulled you closer towards him and planted a kiss on your forehead, “well, you exceeded my expectations. ”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips then untangled yourself from him and made your way towards the closet. “I still can’t believe you talked me into this, a celebratory couples game show? I’m not even a celebrity.”

“But you’re wonderful boyfriend is, manager hyung and the publicists say it will be good for us to show the viewers our relationship more publicly, so that hopefully they will come to support us, Mark hyung and Julie will be participating too” Jinyoung said as put on his coat.

“Oh yeah” you said trying to conceal your distaste. “Alright, let’s go show everyone how in love we are” you teased as you kissed Jinyoung on the cheek and walked out the door.

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Here’s the whole VA Panel of AX, brought to us by the Danganronpa Wiki! Link taken from twitter here.


thats a question i hear a lot! because all i do is infodump about this show to people!! oops.

anyways, gregory horror show is.. just that! a horror show, revolving around an old hotel and an equally old rat who runs it (bet you can guess his name HA)

its in a first person 2-3 minute short clip style, and takes about 30-40 minutes to watch the whole first volume! (theres also volumes 2 and 3 but ill talk about those later) Theres also a manga out, feel free to ask for a link !

every episode follows a different guest, as you the character try and escape this freak show! every character represents a different fear, and while some are obvious (needles, making the wrong choice in live) others are more complicated and scary to think about (death, not being good enough)!

Its a really neat little show, and has a super interesting visual style exclusive to things naomi iwata has done! (those things being Pecola, Midnight Horror School, and this!)

its a very fun cast of characters and a really neat visual style! 

anyways, for the real reason i made this post.

as this is a pretty serious show sometimes, and has a lot of triggering things in it, i made a little trigger list for each episode! If a trigger you have isnt mentioned, just send me an ask and i will make sure its not in any episodes!!

so, i implore you! check out gregory horror show, and stay safe and happy while doing it!



anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you knew the names of any good fan fictions that were more romance/drama based surrounding Prompto? Of course some nsfw is ok too! I'm relatively new to the whole fan fiction thing so i have no idea what to look for or where to go! Thankyou!

Of course, love! I’m a little confused on what you mean by “surrounding” Prompto, did you mean more like from his perspective or the plot is about something involving him?

Either way, here’s what I like! All of this will have smut, but plot might be there too. Also, I’ll only be tagging stuff regarding the sex unless it’s a general warning.

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Big Plans

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff.

Author’s Note: This is for Moeyy’s 1k Fluff Fest Challenge. @waywardmoeyy

Prompt: “You are going to plan a date? Okay. Just try not to get us both killed.”

Originally posted by sam-and-dean-winchesters

Dean was the absolute worst at planning anything remotely romantic. So, when he offered to plan a surprise date for you and Sam, you were apprehensive at best.

“You have got to be kidding, Deano,” you huffed at the older Winchester. “You are going to plan a date? Okay. Just try not to get us both killed.” You playfully flicked Dean’s nose as you turned towards the hall. “You have three hours,” you grumbled as you headed towards your bedroom.

Once you entered your room, you shuffled over to Sam, who laid on his back in the middle of your bed. “Sooooo, Dean is planning a date for us tonight.” Your voice was laced with concern.

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Characters - Peter Parker x Reader.

 Word Count - 1030

Warnings - Language

A/N - This was supposed to be a drabble series but my brain wouldn’t stop. I just wanted to write something cute and light for once. The characters are minors so it’s going to be a fluff journey with no funny business. I just love Peter Parker, I think he’s adorable and hopefully I captured that because i’ve literally never written him before so bear with me.

Amoré Masterlist

Originally posted by captainamericacivilwhore

 You stared down at the touch screen before you as a customer spewed an order at you. The whole setup seemed alien; you didn’t know what to press or how to tailor the order specific to what the customer was saying. Frustration was starting to flow through your veins, along with a fresh rush of anxiety. Frozen and flustered, your fingers hovered over the screen.

“Hello?” The woman’s voice carried a heavy tone of irritation as she snapped her fingers in your face, “are you even paying attention? I swear every time I come here, you people always mess up my order.”

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anonymous asked:

Am I the only one bothered by all the unrelated content in the pewdiepie tag just to get notes ? esp when they make a whole post totally not corralated to him like you're just abusing idc about your jacksepticeye bullshit

I think I know exactly what post you’re talking about and it bothered me as well..

I love how people will slander his name in every direction but when they need notes suddenly his name ain’t that bad, lol 


Starbucks Coffee

Pairing: Y/N/Soulmate!Barista!Calum

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 3.000+

Summary: Calum always serves her under the name princess but when realizing that her name is Y/N, the same name as tattooed on his wrist he invites her. Though she panics as she was born without a name which results in her writing his down with an ink marker hoping that he won’t notice. 

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MCL Hogwarts Tag

I got most of the questions from this post >>link<< by @mikamycandylove.

Rules: This is for your Candy. Fill with what your Candy could answer. If you have more than one candy or a genderbent, you can do this for them too.

I was tagged by @killdondan, thank you bae <3

And since number seven has magic properties in the wizarding world, tag at least 7 other blogs: I tag @fayrelynn-trinity , @eldaryanna, @redrose04, @kahasan, @velvet-black-cherry , @docetedesequilibrada, @justanothermclblog, @viana-dascolli, @moonlightmcl, @vyxens-mcl-eldarya, @glassmoonfortuneteller,  @isabellaalessandrini. Btw if you see this and you want to, join us!!

Say “Hi!”: Hey, my name is Vanessa, but you can call me Beauty or just Neshaa ~ 

What house did you get sorted into: Griffindor… my whole family still hates me for it not really but my dad wanted me to be Slytherin… but I got really scared to be apart of my friends if I become Slytherin so I choose Griffindor. 

Are you a muggleborn, an half-blood or a pureblood: I’m a pureblood. 

Of which elements your wand is made: Elm wood with a dragon heartstring core, 11 ¾" and brittle flexibility 

~ elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. It’s produces the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands. 

And the dragon heartstring means more power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

11 ¾ is rare. In the latter case, a physical peculiarity demanded the excessive wand length. However, abnormally short wands usually select those in whose character something is lacking, rather than because they are physically undersized (many small witches and wizards are chosen by longer wands).

It’s brittle flexibility denotes the degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair. In my case means that I’m not good in adaptability… But I do not agree with that. Anyway, I really like my wand.

What pet do you have (owl, cat, toad): I have tabby cat, her name is Kiara.

What is your favourite class: I like both Transfiguration and Charms, but also likes History of Magic.

What is your patronous: It’s a fox :3 

You are in any extra curricular activites (quidditch, dueling club, herbology club, potions club, gobstones club, chess club, Lumaclub…): Dueling club kkkkkkk I love it. 

Your are or will be a prefect/headgirl/captain of the quidditch team/ecc: No, I’m very good dueling but I have no interest in be the captain. I’m just good at it.

Do you have any special ability (parseltongue, divination ability…): I’m a animagus, I can turn into a fox. But as I am still perfecting this ability I usually get stuck between my human and animal form frequently… Miss Minerva is teaching me how to control it. 

You are a troublemaker, the first of your class, both, the one who blows things: … sometimes I’m a troublemaker. Cuz I’m too curious and I like to showing myself off? xD Many students do not like me and I don’t even care. My friends are enough.

Do you often get detention: pffffffff… nooooooo………. YES

What do you want to do after Hogwarts: Travel for the world, know about every kind of magic and amazing stuffs out of there… maybe watch a movie in a non-magic’s cine? My family would go crazy if I said that.

Would you participate in the Triwizard Tournament (without Voldemort and Harry Potter of course): Totally 66′ LET’S PLAY KKKKKKK

Your favourite teacher: Rj Lupin, he was very kind to me… I still miss him.

Your favourite fantastic beast: Thunderbird.

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Your favourite spell: Expecto Patronum, I really love that one.  

What would Amortentia smell for you: Rainy days, scented smoke and cinnamon. 

Create an outfit with the color of your house:

we did some shopping :3 NOW SHE IS MY GRIFFINDOR GIRL. Loved my indie/weird girl so much <3 

First Lines

I was tagged by @missandrogyny / @paynner (sue me, i’m not over the name change). Thank you!!!! 

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I’m no where near 20 fics, so this will be an extremely short list. I don’t think there are patterns? But I guess I’ll find out. 

1. A Whole New World: Louis is fourteen and his sisters will not stop playing “A Whole New World.”

2. In a World Like This: “Are there no good ones left?” Louis grumbles, kicking off his shoes and slamming the door behind him.

3. What’s my Name?:  “Haz. Hazza. Harold.”

4. Pyar dhosti hai (Love is friendship): Six months ago when Harry was sat in History period, his teacher has passed out flyers. (I cheated in this one bc the first line is actually a date) 

5. Med school au: The snow falls steadily to the ground, fat flakes adding to the already thick blanket of white. 

I think the only pattern is starting with dates, because that’s what I’m planing for my med school wip. *shrugs* Thanks for tagging me! It was deffo fun to do. 

Um…I’m just going through my most recent fic reblogs and tagging the authors. Sorry if you’ve already done it! @rainbowninja @a-writerwrites @greenfeelings @juliusschmidt @alienproof @hattalove @xabjectlessonsx @domestic-harry @alivingfire @exyqueenday 

And anyone else who wants to do this, go ahead! Just tag me in it so I can see your responses

Home (Teen!George Washington/Trans!Reader)

Day 4 of @hamwriters writeathon (Worldwide Day)! This has no real location to it, but I’m growing up in a rather tight-knit area that is generally filled with religious people or extremely judgmental people, so I haven’t come out to many people, but most of my peers have been rather accepting. This is what I wish would happen when my family makes fun of me for who I am or talks shit about the LGBT+ community. Also ;) @boss-headcanons I know you were kinda excited for this and I just adore my platonic soulmate twin babe @gunsandfics so you get tagged, too.

This is based on a female-to-male transgender teenager, but you can change the pronouns and easily make it male-to-female.

Warnings: Extremely homophobic and transphobic language/word usage, swearing, mentions of the whole transgender bathroom thing, and me not knowing how to characterize Teen!GWash or his parents.

(Y/B/N) is your birth name and (Y/N) is your name that you prefer that people should respect and call you by or they will have to face my wrath :))))))))

Words: 2212 (I got carried away but this is really personal for me and I was almost scared to post this)

Coming home was always something you looked forward to. Not home, not where your biological family was, but home to George. You had known each other for most of your lives and even though you weren’t fond of each other as children, you grew closer as you grew older. Your house was just down the street from his, which turned out to be a blessing once you realized you were transgender. Whenever your parents would make remarks or make fun of you for how you dressed, you would tell them you were going out for a bit and just go to his house so you could cheer up and tell him what happened.

Today was an especially bad day. Your parents had been especially into the recent news today and saw that there was recently a case about transgender people using the bathroom of the gender they identify that had gone to the Supreme Court. You sat on the couch, taking small bites of your dinner, knowing exactly how your parents were going to act once the news had gone on to another subject.

“Tch, fucking perverted trannies need to just shut up and be thankful for what they’re given. They ask for more and more everyday, but what do they do? Bitch and moan that it isn’t enough. The fuck is up with those fags?” Your dad laughs and takes a sip of his drink, sitting down next to you, placing an arm around you. “Right, (Y/B/N)?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, dad,” you say, frowning into another bite, holding back your sigh. He knows how upset this shit make you and he knows that bringing it up will make it worse.

“You don’t seem too enthusiastic about shit talking those faggots. You wanna say that again?”

“Not really, no…” You give him a side glance and set down your fork, putting your hands in your lap.

“What, you one of them? Huh, (Y/B/N)? You a tranny, too?” He pushes you and laughs, looking over at your mom who is laughing as well.

“Maybe I am.”

There is a long silence before your dad starts to stand up.

“You’re fucking with me. You’re fuckin’ fucking with me. No way I raised a goddamn pussy like a tranny,” he snarls, looking at you with a fierce expression that makes you want to bolt out the front door. You start standing up as well, dashing off to your room instead of the front door, so you could grab a few small things, knowing full well you weren’t staying the night here to deal with their shit.

You grab a small bag and stuff in your phone charger, a lighter, a toothbrush, a few bobby pins, and a twenty dollar bill just in case, then run back downstairs. Your father catches your eye and opens his mouth, continuing his hateful rant from before, but you just go towards the door, trying to push away what he’s saying.

“You fuckin’ get back here! We gotta have a conversation about you thinking you’re some piece of shit fa-”

“Dad, seriously, shut up! You don’t know anything about what you’re talking about! You’re in absolutely no place to be shit talking my peers, my friends, my people, so just shut up!” With that, you slam the door behind you and walk towards the only place you really could go at this point- George’s house.

Ever since your parents had started getting really bad, like your dad was then, you started going over to his house, simply telling him and his parents that you would explain it all later when it was over with. His parents didn’t like the idea of you staying the night with their son, but they soon came to realize that you quite literally only had the energy to go to their house, plus George calmed you down well, so they weren’t complaining. Since about the third time you stayed over at random, they’d basically been like a second set (or rather, a better set) of parents to you. You’d eat meals with them and they’d congratulate you on your grades and they’d make sure to pick up snacks you like at the store so George can give them to you in school as a little pick-me-up. You practically never stop thanking them, even though you know they’ll probably act like your parents did once they eventually find out that you’re transgender.

You’re knocking on their door, mid-thought and glassy eyed, before you even know it, so used to the routine. The door opens mere moment later and George is looking back at you, wearing his usual outfit of a worn out t-shirt with some fuzzy pajama pants.

“(Y/N)! Come in, it’s gotta be cold outside! We were just cleaning up dinner, would you like anything?”

You can only bring yourself to respond with a shake of the head. He immediately sees that something is wrong. You’ve had this look in your eyes for far too long and he doesn’t like it. He likes his (Y/N). His (Y/N) with the dorky but captivating smile and eyes that shine brighter than all the stars combined when they talk about things they admire, like music or him.

“…My room?” You nod. “Mom! Pop!—sorry (Y/N),” he whispers to you before continuing, “—(Y/B/N) is over! We’re gonna go up to my room!”

“Alright Georgie, but no funny business okay?” His mom always joked about that, but knew nothing would happen. You could hear it clear as day in her voice. George laughs at her and convinces you to let him carry your bag even though it’s small. You walk up the stairs to his room and upon entering, you collapse onto the carpet, a blubbering mess. He sets your bag down and sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around you.

“Hey hey hey, what happened? Your parents again?” He rubs your shoulder supportively, pulling you to his chest.

“I came out,” you barely manage to say before you knot a hand in his shirt, letting out a sob.

“Wh- oh, (Y/N)… they didn’t touch you, did they? I swear to god, if they did I—” You quickly shake your head and start pulling at his shirt, telling him to stop. “Okay, good…” He goes silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. “I’m sorry that they’re like that… You’re always welcome here, whenever they pull anything like that again.”

“Thank you s-so much, George… You have no idea how much it means to me.” You wrap your arms around him and begin crying on his shoulder. He doesn’t mind, he simply rubs your back and lets you cry it out, whispering to you that it’s okay. “We should tell my parents about this, though. They’re really confused about why you’ve been coming over so much lately.” He looks down at you, searching for approval in any form, but only finds more tears and what he can only guess is a held back scream of no.

“Please, no. No, they’ll never let me over here again because I’m… I… I’m me…” You look down at the ground, wiping your eyes with your sleeves.

“(Y/N), you know they’ll accept you. My parents aren’t like yours, they’ll still love you and support you just the same. They might have a few questions, but other than that, it’ll be like nothing changed.” You still shake your head, fearing that they would never let you near the house, or let you see George, again. You were more worried about not seeing George because he was your rock and whenever something happened, he was there and you couldn’t lose that.

“…Can I just stand there and you tell them? ‘Cause I don’t think I’ll really be able to talk. You know how I-”

“Lock up when you get nervous? Of course I do. Look, if I can order your lunches at school for you, I can come out to my parents for you, okay?” He presses a kiss to your temple and helps you stand, beginning to lead you downstairs.

“If I lose my only safe haven because of you, I will never forgive you.”

“You won’t, now stop it.” He walks downstairs, smiling at his parents, who are there waiting.

“We heard crying… Do you mind if we ask what’s wrong, (Y/B/N)?” At his mom’s use of your birth name, you cringe and look down, then at George.

“…No, um… Mom, Dad, he doesn’t like being called (Y/B/N)… his name is (Y/N) and he’s transgender and can confirm that he’s deathly afraid you’ll hate him for it.” George forces all of that out in one breath. His parents are silent for a good fifteen seconds before you can’t control your quivering lip or tears any longer. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs and catch the tears falling over the previously dried ones. You couldn’t believe it, but you had practically trained yourself to accept that even the ones that say they love you and care about you can be changed by the tiniest of things.

“…(Y/N)? It’s kind of a weird name, but I like it. It’ll take some getting used to, but hey, we’ll try our best.” Mrs. Washington says, smiling at you, pulling you into a soft hug with teary eyes as well. “Right honey?”

“Of course. You’re welcome to come over anytime you need it. There’s always leftovers in the fridge and you know where we keep the soda, so you and Georgie can study and, well… I don’t know, what do teens do these days?” His dad laughs and clears his throat before continuing. “Anyway, we’re not going to push you away or bully you or be pricks because you’re different than us or we don’t quite understand all of this yet.”

“I have an idea,” George says, smiling over at you while you’re still being smothered by his mom. “How about we go to the diner down the street in a bit after (Y/N) gets cleaned up and cheered up, and we get some dessert with him?”

“I think that’s a great idea, son. Now, Mary, stop suffocating the boy, we have to get the dishes done and give them some time.” Mr. Washington puts his arm out, practically pulling his wife off of you.

“Oh, ha, yeah, right. Georgie, please bring him upstairs and just hang out until we’re ready to go.” She smiles at her son who slides his hand into yours, nodding. He leads you back up the stairs and notices that you’re grinning from ear to ear, tears still falling, but the tone of the tears has changed.

“…They… accepted me… George, your parents accepted me! Automatically! Straight up! Oh my god!” You pull him down into a tight hug, pushing your head into his neck.

“Well, of course they did. My parents aren’t as bad as their shitty puns suggest, (Y/N),” he jokes, rolling his eyes. You snicker and look up into his eyes, the joy of the situation reflecting back at you. You two get closer and closer without realizing it, but before you have the chance to meet in the middle, George’s mom calls for him from the kitchen. You flush red and pull back, sparing him one last glance before going into his room to change into some more comfortable, not tear-soaked clothing. You smile in his mirror, feeling much more refreshed, looking at yourself from pretty much all angles before he returns.

“C’mon, time to… You look incredible, (Y/N).” He smiles at you and walks over to you, standing next to you, checking himself out in the mirror as well. “I gotta say, you look about five times as good as me.”

“Ah yes, the pure neighbor-magnets that are my old sweatpants and t-shirt. Real sexy, huh?” You laugh and tug at your worn t-shirt that you’d had for a good few years now.

“Extremely. Alright, not sexy, per se, but rather cute.” He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him until you two were pressed together. Now he’s either just really teasing or he’s actually genuinely ignorant for not realizing what he was doing. You roll your eyes, figuring it was the first, and lean up to plant a small kiss to his lips. He looks down at you after with wide eyes filled with adoration, wonder, and the literal embodiment of fucking finally.

“We have dessert to eat. We can do this later.” You take his hand and pull him down the stairs, smiling at his parents.

“Let’s go, kids,” Mrs. Washington declared with a smile.

“To the diner!”

You, from that moment on, ended up going there as soon as you got off the bus, only grabbing a drink from your house, then going over to your home. Where you belonged and where you were loved and where you were kissed while homework was supposed to be being done and where the dinners were always home cooked with love and most of the spice cabinet (not that you minded much).

It was nice to have a place to call home for once. Even better to call it home with those who made that house a home.

pretty odd

genre: the fluffiest of fluff

warnings: death mention, but d&p don’t die, dw.

words: 12k what

summary: Dan Howell, piano teacher and speedster, craves chocolate cakes at three in the morning. He meets a baker named Phil who owns the only store opened at three in the morning and who bakes the most delicious chocolate cake in the world. It’s a pretty odd love story.

a/n: this motherfucker. This fucking fic, man. It went through seven different phases I’m not even kidding. This is the Chosen One™. I had such a blast writing this. I loved working on it, and I hope you love it, too. Thank you for 1k, and I hope this shows my gratitude <33

also, quick facts: John Chambers is an actual fictional character! he’s a speedster who obtained his powers via the speedster formula. The more you know.

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whelp, i decided against posting this before for reasons before, but with all the shit going on about him right now, i see wander hasn’t changed one bit. so here we go.

Callout post for @.kingwander/jollywander (now with updated info at the bottom)

i don’t want to make this callout super long, so i’m leaving out certain parts of the story that i don’t deem important. if called for, i’ll add them.

child abuse tw, general abuse tw, suicide tw, hospitalization tw, death mention tw.

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