yeah i think i need more practice

study date | stiles stilinski

A/N: I’m back! School has been killing me, so I’m sorry for not posting anything lately but I have so many ideas and so little time to write. I’m still taking requests as well, so send them in! Hope ya’ll enjoy this. Love, J xx.

Prompt: Stiles asks you to come over to study and things get heated.

Word Count: 1,544

Warning: Smut, Smut, and more smut.

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Ten Years (Part 11)

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: 2,876

Warnings: language, fluff, confrontation

A/N: Tags are closed. I originally had something completely different written, but it no longer felt like it fit with the narrative here, so I rewrote it. I accidentally increased the amount of parts needed for this story, too. I don’t really know how I feel about it, but I feel like it was necessary. Please don’t hate me, haha. BTW - Thank you so much for the sweet messages, they are simultaneously slaying me and getting me through the day.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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(forgive me followers for i have been inactive for FAAAAAR too long -dogezas- I’m soooo sorrryyyyy accept these as my apology -repeatingly dogezas-)

Good guys gone bad, Hiro, Dipper, and Anodite!ben

The first pic would be Hiro who just won a fight against Big Hero 6 (Tadashi, Honey lemon, Fred, Wasabi, gogo, and baymax) but when tadashi takes of his helmet hiro thinks that tadashi is just a faker pretending to be his dead brother (ppst Alive!tadashi). did i mention this hiro actually mechanically altered his body aka, he’s now a cyborg… somewhat

The second pic would be Dipper fighting Ford while Mabel fights Stan, and he’s just “I’m so much better than you so just give up old man” yeah that (this happens during weirdmageddon)

the third pic is just ben going ballistic on an Human alien hunter that fatally wounded the team and rook trying to stop ben from killing the alien by acting like a human shield ( i need more anodite practice)

(may or may not be more depends)

humunanunga  asked:

I gave it some thought, and I did come up with just one thing! I think it may help your artistic growth to practice more diversity in head and body shapes. Personally, I've found that observing the Steven Universe style really helps breaking down body types in a way that's easy to adapt into personal artstyles!

ah!! yeah youre right! i guess i have been slacking with that lately ! but ive been trying my best not to ignore diversity!! (idk if its noticable in the art that i post on here cuz i dont really post that often anymore :’v ) but here are a couple examples of my partice with that sort of thing! (the first two are from back in august of last year so bare with me)

~~~~Warning for tiddies ~~~~

i think i need more practice with male body types tbh ive always had trouble with that (especially chubby males). and ive noticed my headshapes tend to be round most of the time. I’ll be sure to work on that!! Thank you!!

Bound to Happen (Part 3), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,311

Author’s Note: Introduction of a Joey Lucas-esque character, I kinda blasted though this story line to get to the next one (a rather angsty one, at that). Hope you enjoy! This is based off of literally one of my favorite scenes ever from WW.

Warnings: As always, a slow burn.

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“What should I order for your dinner?” You called through the door, sitting criss-cross on the floor outside Lin’s dressing room. You typed furiously at your laptop, barely registering when he answered.

“Nothing, I’m going out.”

“Hmm?” He poked his head out the door, tilted down so he lingered just above you.

“I have a date.” His head disappeared back into his room.


“Her name is Allison.” The door swung open and his hand was at the top of your laptop, forcing it closed in your lap. “She’s very smart and very interesting and she’s totally in love with me.”

“So she’s blind, too?”

“Shut up.” The breeze of him rushing away pushed your hair into your face, you stood and followed, just as you always did. Trailing behind him with a million items in your itinerary, you were still willing to humor Lin in all his franticness, “There she is.”

He ran his hand through his hair a final time, fluffing it so it sat just right.

Allison!” He called, waving his hand like a maniac. She was pulled from her conversation with the doorman, smiling politely to excuse herself.

“Holy shit, Lin. She’s way out of your league.” You whispered, though you kept it just loud enough so that she could still hear it. You put on a smile, forcing your hand out to her in introduction.

“You’re Y/N!” She gushed, and you knew immediately you couldn’t force yourself to hate her. “He never shuts up about you.” He nudged Lin and you were able to read his reaction immediately.

I don’t want to talk about this.

“Where are you two going?” He smiled at you, grateful for your shift in subject.


“That’s nice! I won’t keep you.” You watched as Lin’s hand found home in the dip of her back. “Be back in two hours, you have a meeting with Alex before the show.” You reminded.

With a glance at his watch, Lin was escorting her out the building. You smiled at the thought of Lin getting out there - he certainly deserved a good break away from the theater. You just couldn’t shake the nervous pricking at the back of your neck.

“Y/N?” Mandy stood to the side, inspecting you as you watched where Lin and Allison once stood. You hummed in acknowledgement, “What’s going on between you guys?”

“Well, I’m not sure I have a specific title. But my paycheck says ‘Chief Assistant’. Whatever that means.” You rolled your eyes, returning your attention to anything that meant you wouldn’t have to meet Mandy’s gaze.

“Right.” Mandy smiled lightly, wondering if she was overstepping her boundaries yet, “Are you in love with him?” Her head tilted, and she spoke almost conversationally.

“He’s intolerable.” You answered, just as casual. Clueless was the best way to go about this, you decided. “So I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Your tone shifted, and Mandy stepped back. She had pushed you too far.

“Right. Sorry. Reading too far into things.” She waved her hand, as if physically brushing the idea away from herself, “You know how it is. Cooped up in the theater too long and you start seeing things. Chris swears the ghost of George Washington haunts this place.” She rolled her eyes.

You laughed as she diverted away from the subject she had brought up, allowing yourself to relax when she decided not to delve further into an interrogation.

“I mean, if you’re looking. There’s this guy-”

“Sure.” You nodded, the intolerable sting in the back of your neck growing stronger, “Yeah, why not?”

“Great. I’ll set something up.” Mandy nodded off to she side before retreating backstage.

You needed a new plan.

“I’m so happy you invited me out!” Allison gushed, fingers grazing over the racks of clothes before her.

“Me too, I never get to spend time with anyone that Lin dates.” You smiled kindly as she held a top up to her torso.

“You’re always running around for him, I don’t know how you find the time for yourself.” She pouted, as if to say ‘Poor you!’. She shook her head and hung the top back on the rack, deciding against it with one glance at the price tag.

“Yeah. Balance is a good thing. I like to stay busy.” You assured her, pointing to a skirt you thought would flatter her hips. “You guys seem really great together, though. He talks about you all the time and I think you make him happy.”

She inspected you for a moment and you plastered the smile you had practiced in the mirror that morning.

“Yeah? So you’re happy for us?” You continued to smile, nodding happily. “Interesting that all he wants to do when we’re together is talk about you.”

She wasn’t upset or annoyed, just generally curious.

“I mean, I get it. You guys go way back. But sometimes I wonder if there’s something more there.” She watched as your face fell for a split second, solidifying her position, ”I’m probably just being silly. No need to make a big deal out of it. I don’t want to be that kind of girlfriend.”

You laughed together, each forcing it in a certain way that didn’t allow detection from the other. She settled on buying the skirt to humor you, planning on returning it in a few days.

Allison was surprised to see Lin at her door so late without warning. While she knew Lin enjoyed being spontaneous and fun, she assumed you had his days planned to the minute and he couldn’t afford to stray too much.

“Does Y/N know you’re here?” Was her first question when she swung the door open.

“I don’t need her permission for everything I do. She’s not my mom.” Lin smiled, hands stuffed in his pockets to protect them from the cold breeze.

“That’s the problem.” Allison mumbled, stepping aside, “I think we need to talk.”

Lin’s heart dropped at those words. Right, she would say that the timing wasn’t right or she needed to go over her options or something that forced him out of the picture.

“Actually, I think you and Y/N need to talk.” Allison led him inside to her kitchen, where she made fast work of pouring some form of alcohol. “She is so obviously in love with you.”

Lin laughed at the idea. Sure, people had commented on your relationship before, generally curious if anything was going on. But no one had outwardly said it in that fashion before.

“You’re wrong.”

“I’m not. And I can tell you either feel the same or are on the verge.” Lin had to stop himself from chugging down his drink.

“Didn’t you guys hang out the other day? What did you say to her?”

“Nothing! I could just tell that she was deflecting. She kept talking about rooting for us and she had this smile.” Lin’s eyebrows crinkled, just as they always did when he was trying to picture something. 

Y/N’s smile.

“She’s in love with you and she knows it’s getting obvious. She’s forcing us together so no one else notices. It’s okay, but I’m not here to get in the middle of everything.”

Lin stayed for another hour, desperately trying to convince her that Y/N had nothing but platonic feelings for him. If anything, she barely tolerated him and stayed for the paycheck. Still, his attempts were futile and he left her building with one less girlfriend and one more headache.

“Talk to her.” Allison said, her last words to Lin before shooing him off her porch. It was approaching one in the morning.

He didn’t. Instead, he trudged home in the darkness, chugged the last beer in his fridge, and tucked himself into bed without changing.

He knew you would be calling in a few hours, but even then he said nothing.

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“Who even listens to this stuff now?” “They’re called classics, Spots n’ they’re fuckin’ good.” “Seriously?” “yeah, seriously.”

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Gone - Part 3

@ mayfeather27  here’s part 3!!


You are now six months pregnant, and are currently living in Tony’s mansion in Ireland. You and Natasha were preparing for the rest of the Avengers to visit. New York was quiet and Tony had gotten the Fantastic Four to agree to watch over the city while they were away.

“Y/N! What are you doing? Let me get that” Tasha called out

You chuckle and squat down anyway, picking up your phone from where you dropped it. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid, Tasha”

The spy stopped beside you, “You could hurt yourself if you fall, and Thor isn’t here to bring you to the hospital”

“I’m not going to fall, and even if I did, I’m a Super Soldier, I’m pretty sure this body could take a fall. Just give it another month or so and you’ll get tires of having to pick everything up for me”

“I’ll never get tired of preserving your help, Сестра”

Sir and the rest of the Avengers have just arrived

Out of habit you look up to the ceiling, “Thanks, JARVIS”

You are quite welcome, Ms. Y/N. May I inquire on the state of your child?

“Now, I know that you have systems that monitor me all day, so you already know how the baby’s doing”

While that is true, I cannot gauge the activity of the child, or how you are feeling

“The baby’s really active today, and I’m fine, a little tired, but fine”

Thank you, Ms. Y/N. I will inform the doctor of your condition

“Thanks, JARVIS”

Before either you or Natasha can move, the door bursts open and Tony walks in. when he catches sight of you he runs forward, intending to scoop you into a hug, but Tasha steps in his way

“No, Tony. You cannot be too rough with her. I will not stand for any of you to injur Y/N or the baby”

“Well it’s good to know that some things never change” Clint calls out, tossing his duffle bag onto the hallway floor

“You may be my best friend, Clint, but if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you”

“Tasha” you snap, she immediately stiffens and glances back at you, “Stop threatening them, they are on vacation. You and Thor are going to have to get used to other people touching me and my stomach.”

Tony steps around Natasha and gives you a gentle hug. “I missed you, Y/N, I haven’t had anyone to watch cheesy horror movies with”

“Well, if you’re staying until the end of the pregnancy then we’ll have plenty of time to catch up”

You pull away from Tony and walk toward Bruce, “Hello, Bruce”

Bruce blushes, “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hello, Hulk”

Bruce’s eyes flash green, “He missed you, too. There hasn’t been a code green since you left. I was wondering if we could go outside and he could …”

Ever since you had joined the Avengers you had made it your goal to bring Bruce and Hulk closer. You had wanted them to understand each other. Eventually Hulk had calmed, would only come out if Bruce wanted him to, or if he was needed. There were practically no more unwanted transformations, and Bruce was a hell of a lot happier than he had been before.

“I’d love to see Hulk, maybe after dinner?”

“Yeah, I’d really like that”

Captain Rogers and Thor are requesting assistance at the quinjet

“Never mind, JARVIS, we got it” Steve called

“Steve!” You quickly waddle over and hug the other Super Soldier, “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Y/N” Steve gently holds you at arm’s length, “Wow, I think you’ve gotten even bigger since the last time we video chatted”

You chuckle, “Yeah, the baby just keeps on growing!”

Steve’s face suddenly falls, “I’m so sorry, Y/N”

You look up at him, confused, “Why are you sorry? You just got here”

Steve sighs softly, squaring his shoulders, “I told Bucky about the pregnancy”

You choke, your eyes widening in horror, “Steve …”

“I didn’t tell him where you were, or where we were going, but he saw one of the pictures that you sent us. He was furious, calling you names for going and getting you knocked up right after your breakup. I just got so angry, we ended up in a huge fight. I shouted at him that the baby was his” Steve locks eyes with you, “I’m so sorry”

You lift a trembling hand up to your mouth, “I think I need to sit down” You whisper.

Immediately Tasha takes you by the elbow and leads you to the living room, gently sitting you down on the couch. “James has been looking for you for about a month and he hasn’t found us yet. Please calm down, worrying isn’t good for the baby”

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew. Steve called me as soon as Bucky stormed out of the Tower. JARVIS has been keeping track of which Houses he’s been to already”

“I didn’t want Bucky to know about the baby” You look up at Tasha, frantically grabbing her arm, “I don’t want him to take my baby away! You guys can’t let him take my baby”

Steve sits down beside you, “If he even tries to get to you, he’ll have to go through all of us”

You nod quietly and look up at everyone in the room. All of them were nodding along with what Steve had said, “Thank you guys. I think I want to take a nap, I hope you guys don’t mind”

“Go ahead, we’ll start making dinner, and get settled in”

“Thanks, I’ll be up in a little while”

Steve gently pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Let JARVIS know if you need anyone, we’ll all be right here”

Another month has passed and you are rapidly approaching your eighth month of pregnancy. It was getting increasingly difficult to walk around without someone hovering over you. Currently Bruce and Thor were out grocery shopping, Tony and Steve were talking to Phil and getting an update on New York, and Natasha and Clint were playing Mario Kart in the living room. This left you as the only one to answer the door when someone knocks.

“Gimme a minute! I’m moving as fast as I can!” You call out

Ms. Y/N, Ms. Natasha has been alerted to the knock. She has asked me to tell you not to open the door

You chuckle and take a step away from the door “Alright, not need to get nervous, JARVIS. I just wanted to see who it was”

Natasha walks up behind you and grabs the door handle. She pulls the door open about two inches and glances at the person on the other side. As soon as she sees the visitor, Tasha slams the door shut again.

“Go up to your room, Y/N” Tasha growls, pulling out one of her knives. It’s so rare for her to look anxious that is immediately puts you on edge.

“Who was it?” You whisper, dread beginning to fill you

“Сестра, please …”

You step forward and grab the door handle, “Move, Tasha”

Surprisingly she obeys, stepping away from the door, her shoulders hunching slightly in defeat. You throw the door open and freeze when you make eye contact with the person on the other side of the door.

James Buchanan Barnes stood there, his eyes sweeping up and down your body, zeroing in on your protruding stomach.

“Bucky …” His name nothing more than a breath.

He raises his eyes to yours, “Steve wasn’t lying, you really are pregnant”

You nod quietly, “Yeah, I am”

Bucky gently nudged you back inside and steps into the mansion, “Do you know how hard it was to find you? No one would tell me anything, and then they all just left. Eventually I just started going out to all of the properties that Tony owns. I’m sorry it took so long to find you, but JARVIS refused to be any help”

You could feel the shock wear off, and anger rise up to take its place. “That’s what you’re sorry for?!? For taking too long to find me!? Did you ever think that I didn’t want to be found? You left me! I didn’t want you to know about the baby! I didn’t want to force you to stay with me! Our child deserves more than that!” By the end of your rant you can feel tears flowing down your face. Tasha steps forward and hands you a tissue.

“The stress is not good for the baby, Y/N, you need to calm down” While Tasha was extremely gently with you, she rained down all her anger onto Bucky. “How dare you show your face here, Barnes! You think you can just show up and everything will be alright?!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N” Tears were filling Bucky’s eyes, “I had to leave you, I didn’t have a choice. That day at the café Rumlow called me, he demanded that I end our relationship. He threatened to kill you, to take you back to HYDRA. He had a gun trained on you, and I couldn’t disobey. If I had you might have been killed.”

“If you think that excuse is enough, then you are wrong” Tasha growls

Bucky wasn’t listening to her though; he was only looking at you. “By the time I tracked him down and destroyed the facility, you were gone. I went back to the Tower to get some help. That was where I saw the picture of you pregnant. I just got so angry that I started calling you names and then Steve told me that the baby was mine. That was when I realized why HYDRA wanted you so badly.” Bucky let out a soft sob, “He wouldn’t tell me where you were. And then when I went back a week later everyone was gone and JARVIS wouldn’t tell me where they went. I managed to track then here, to you.” Bucky drops down onto his knees and grabs your hands, “Do you – do you think you could ever forgive me?”

You sigh quietly, “I don’t know, Bucky. I hurt when you left, it felt like you didn’t even care, like I meant nothing to you”

“I know, and I’ll do anything to make up for that! Just – please give me a second chance. I’d never have left you if I had the choice, I just didn’t see any way out of it”

“One chance, Bucky, only one, that’s all you get”

Bucky peppers kisses all over your hand, “Thank you, thank you, thank you …”

“You have to get everyone else to forgive you too, Bucky” you tell him, Bucky nods frantically, “One mistake Buck, one, and you’re gone”

“I promise, Y/N. I promise I’ll do anything to make it up to you”

“I’ve already accepted your apology, it’s the others that you have to worry about”


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Summary: Dan has accepted his sexuality, but has a plan to truly feel comfortable in his skin. He wants to yell it out (quite literally) for the world to hear that he’s gay. His plan doesn’t unfold exactly how he wants it to, but the alternative is quite nice, and he ends up having a date because of it. Heavily based on the iconic video by Miles McKenna, “Coming Out to Strangers” (x)

Words: 4065

Warnings: none really besides a brief food mention and the usual swearing

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How to Date an Ed Ch. 13

How to Date an Ed
Chapter 13

Kevin grabs the dorks hand and walks through the parted crowd. He tries to think about what the hell just happened, but all that’s running through his head is static. The red head vaguely recalls grabbing the smaller male’s hand and dragging them into an bandoned classroom, where he flings himself into  a desk and stares blankly at the white board at the head of the room. Glazed green eyes search for an answer to what the fuck just happened. His brain slowly kickstarts to recall the past ten minutes.

Okay, so they were outed by Nat. Asshole. What’s his game? The athlete can still feel the panic that sped through his veins, the shock when the dork laughed it off and lied through his gaped teeth, the short relief when he thought they could pull this bluff. And then the teal-haired asshole of a friend demanded they make out like a couple of freshmen in high school. Rage and fear had filled him at that point, he remembers it clearly. He- above all else- did NOT  want to kiss the dork he might be considering a friend. And he wasn’t going to. He even had cooked up a plan claiming about Edd being too shy or some shit. 

But then he looked at the dork. A defeated slump had graced his shoulders, his eyes had dulled- practically lifeless!- and a sad smile had adorned his face. Kevin never knew what people had meant about a sad smile until now: when someone is smiling, but you know that they would rather be crying.  The dork-fucking martyr- had told him that he could take the Eagle anyway. That he would be fine. That, essentially, these past few days of panic, drama, and heavy secrets being revealed meant nothing. 

The rage and determination that had roared inside him at that moment nearly overwhelmed him- the red-head remembers this; he could barely see straight when he had grabbed the sock-headed genius. He remembers saying something about rewards not being worth it or some shit, while mentally psyching himself to go through with the peer pressure. He had tried to imagine the dork as a girl, but that didn’t really work; it was still the dorky genius standing there. Kevin barely remembers thinking, ‘Fuck it,’ and-

Holy shit, he kissed the dork. The memory finally clicks into clarity. He didn’t just kiss Eddward; he almost got to first base with the sock head. That first brush of the lips, he barely felt it, in fact. He honestly thought he had missed and was kicking himself on having to do it again. But then the next kiss happened. And, nope, it was fact- the smaller male’s lips WERE that soft. After that, it was almost as if someone was controlling Kevin; he couldn’t STOP kissing the dork. Over and over, and with more urgency in each kiss, the whole world- and his mind, apparently- had stopped and left the two of them alone.
That was when the genius started to kiss back. Shyly, as if he didn’t know what to do. And, wow, that was much better than just him doing all the kissing. His arms had moved on their own by then- they had locked onto the dork and pulled them closer together, which had caused some sort of bubble of excitement in his chest. The redhead had then changed the angle of their kissing- much more comfortable- and a moan had escaped the other’s throat, sending a pleasurable tingle down his spine. 

The two had to finally part for air, which was a bit of a shame, Kevin had thought at the time. He really could have done that forever. Green eyes had blinked at that thought as a cold bucket of reality was dropped on him. Suddenly everything was too loud, too sharp, too bright. The athlete had turned to look at the crowd that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere- or were they there the whole time?- and he had told them to get lost.
Which brings him back to where he is right now, in an empty room with a genius of a man with the softest lips probably known to mankind. Who just so happens to be looking quite terrified and concerned at him.

“Kevin? Can you hear me??”

Oh shit, has the dork been talking to him this whole time? From the look on his face, he’d put his money on Yes.  He nods at the frantic young man jerkily. He’s not entirely sure what to do or think right now. Two things he knows for sure though: He kissed the dork in front of him and LIKED it, and he is TERRIFIED of liking it. Worse, he is pretty sure he wants to do it again.

“Thank goodness. I had feared you had gone into catatonic shock. Are you alright?” the sockhead asks.

He shakes his head no. He is not alright. Is he alright? Is it okay to like kissing a man- a gay man? His whole world has been thrown for a loop, so more on the side of “trying not to panic” would be a good answer. 

“Kevin, please speak to me. I know a panic attack can leave you speechless sometimes, but you only making head gestures is not ensuring me of your wellness and is raising my anxiety.”

Kevin’s face scrunches up. So much for trying not to panic. Whelp, guess it’s time to try and console the dork- and by console, he of course means look macho and bullshit his way out of this.

“Panic attack? Over what?”

Blue eyes blink at him, looking relieved and confused, “Why over kissing me, of course.”

There went trying to look macho.  Maybe they could just ignore it, like it never happened?

“I do apologize for my inadequence over the action, as well as for you having to fight your morality over it as well." 

The redhead looks at him, feeling very awkward about the conversation, "No, you were fine. I just don’t really know how to feel about it, I guess. I mean, I kissed you, not the other way around, dork.”

Pale cheeks flush at that comment. Can someone still get embarrassed at this stage?

“Yes, well, I still feel a little guilty about it; your one rule about not having to kiss me was quite clear, so despite you initiating it, I still think that maybe-”

Kevin glares at the man standing over him. Did the smaller man actually think he was manipulated into the kiss?

“If you even suggest about ending this now, I’m gonna deck you, dork.”

Double D stares confusedly back at him, “But why? All of your rules have been broken, why shouldn’t we terminate? It’s not fair for you. I had already stated you would still be acquiring the Eagle, why hurt yourself by continuing this farce with me?”

At that, Kevin stands up. The dork was right, though, on all accounts. Why should he keep this facade up? 

Is he bored? Possibly, but that would be a shitty reason to keep doing this.

Curiosity? He knows that’s part of it; the dork is very interesting and he wonders how this is gonna end.

Honor? Another possibility; he really doesn’t like half-assed projects or events. That’s one of the reasons he and Eddy never got along. And if he breaks the deal now, he’s gonna feel sleazy, and the Eagle would be forever tainted with that sleaziness.

…He genuinely likes the dork? As a friend, absolutely. Despite only truly knowing him for a little bit, he can tell that Edd is a good guy. Quirky, but good. As anything else…? He doesn’t know; probably- which scares the shit out of him- but that’s not going to stop him from wanting to be the dork’s friend. He’ll just shut out the weird thoughts and any other unwanted emotions. Like a normal person.

Nodding, he stands in front of the dork, finally noting on how much shorter the other man is- barely touches his chin.

“Because I like you, dork. And I’m curious at what crazy adventures we’ll get into during our two weeks of dating.”

A gasp escapes Eddward once Kevin answers. Kevin likes him?! Even after being peer pressured into kissing him! What alternate dimension did he fall into?? 

“B-but you know that after the stunt we just p-pulled, we’ll be expected to… t-to..” the genius falters, feeling his cheeks aflame. He’s talking about future kissing sessions with Kevin,TO Kevin! Did the athlete not think about this?! To his astonishment, the tan male shrugs.

“Yeah, I know. But you don’t kiss bad, so it’s cool, I guess.”

Edd’s heart jumps into his throat. Kevin doesn’t mind kissing him?!

“Plus, you kinda need to practice on someone before you go out into the real dating world.”

Embarrassment floods the young genius’ system. So he has no talent in the kissing department, and Kevin feels bad enough to give him lessons discreetly. Lovely. Some hope rises in his chest regardless; Kevin DID say he likes him, more logically as a friend than anything else, but just that would be enough, Edd thinks.

“I would appreciate the practice, I suppose. Thank you, Kevin.”

A white grin greets him. Be still, frantic heart!

“Cool. Let’s actually get to class then.”

The sockhead nods and follows the taller male out of the classroom. It’s not until the pair have almost reached to the genius’ next class does he realize- they’ve been holding hands this entire time.

Eddward sits in his class in a daze. He can barely take proper notes; the genius wonders if he’s dreaming. Everyone believes he is dating Kevin Barr, which is in fact false, yet if he squints mentally, even he could believe it to be true. The red head never ceases to amaze him, not only by agreeing to this absurd request, but also by overcoming his own rules-willingly- as well as staying to fufill said request to the appointed date. And becoming more charming by the minute. The sockhead can’t stop himself from grinning. 

Kevin liked kissing him. Or, he doesn’t mind it, which is just as good in Edd’s book. And good Lord, he liked kissing Kevin, despite the germs that come with it. A flash of heat strikes him, causing his cheeks to glow bright red and a warm sweat to break out on his back. His accursed sweater sticks to him as he tries to cool down. 

“Mr. Vincent? Did you need to head to the clinic?” his teacher asks. Eddward glances up at Mr. Daggonait, a tall man with shaggy silver hair, who looks quite similar to one Professor Snape-only with glasses and a much less menacing stare.

“Oh, no, sir, my apologies for any disrupt I have caused,” the young genius chirps, quite embarrassed about being called out. Gracious. He needs to focus on his class work, not be daydreaming about Kevin and their fantasy dating life. Shaking his head, he gets back to the English questions that need to be answered.

Fuck. He can’t concentrate on anything. Not his physics lecture- which he really should be paying attention to- not the many eyes staring at him, not how once again the asshole from yesterday’s class left gum on the bottom of his desk and is ruining his skinny jeans again- nothing. All he can focus on is the memory of pale pink lips on his and wrestling with the urge of wanting the feeling again. Fuck. He’s straight, God dammit! There should be no physical reason he would want to kiss the dork 'til the end of time. Yet, here he is, ignoring his physics teacher (who is starting to walk this way, shit.)

Kevin tries to look like he was paying attention for the past fifteen minutes as the professor steps in front of his desk. Mr. Jagone is a tall slim man, who looks like he stuck a finger in a live socket; his black hair is spiked in all directions. His cold blue eyes are covered by some hippie looking glasses as he crosses his arms.

“Mr. Barr, care to tell me why the rest of the class is so fixated on you today? Or as to why you aren’t paying attention to me either?" 

Tan cheeks burn with embarrassment and rememberence. Couldn’t his classmates be a little more subtle? Okay, let’s see if he can bullshit his way out of this.

"Sorry, sir, but I was trying to figure out a physics problem. I just can’t seem to get to a right answer.” The older male perks up at the answer, smiling slightly.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Kevin, but just like my lecture is about today: there are always exceptions to every rule. Even in physics. Speaking of which, turn to page…”

Unfortunately for the wild-looking scholar, Kevin’s mind checked out right then, pondering over what he’s just learned. An exception to every rule? Even sexuality? The cogs in the athlete’s head start turning rapidly. So, theoretically, he-Kevin- could be a hundred percent heterosexual, and still find a guy attractive?? The red-head takes off his hat and ruffles his hair in shock. It’s the only plausible explanation- he must be attracted to Double D, who is the exception. Green eyes roll into the back of his head as he groans and leans back in his seat; of COURSE his only exception would be the sockheaded genius. It’s completely ironic, if he thinks about it. He terrorized the man when they were younger, and was seriously regretting doing this stupid deal, so now God- or whoever is running this shit show- decided to make the situation worse by making him be attracted to the dork. 


Needless to say, the jock races out of his class the moment it’s over, on a hunt. Where is that teal-haired bastard? His fist has an appointment with the other’s face. Kevin finds Nat in the library, bothering some mousy-looking girl. He sneaks up behind his friend, taps him on the shoulder, and sticks his fist out to the left. He waits for the other male to do his signature feint and watches as he dodges right into his knuckles.

“Ow, what the fuck?!”

All the people in the library shush him as Kevin grabs him by the shoulder and tosses him outside. Sometimes, the red head is very thankful that the areas of the school are in completely different buildings. This is one of those times. He stares down at his friend who is holding his face gingerly.

“Dude, what the actual fuck?” Black eyes glare at him.

“That’s my line, ass. What the fuck was that shit show this morning?” Kevin asks calmly, cracking his knuckles. It’s Nat’s fault. If he wasn’t peer-pressured (honor-pressured?) into kissing the dork, he wouldn’t be having these weird exception feelings or whatever. Him and Double D would have just been friends, and they could have looked back on these two weeks as a laugh.

Nat glares even harder, if that was even possible, “Dude, that was your shit show. I gave you an out; I heard Double Decadent give you an out! Don’t get your man-panties in a twist because you actually liked kissi-”

The red-head covers the other’s mouth with his hand, “Utter one more word and I will end you.”

One teal eyebrow raises haughtily, but he nods. The athlete lets go, then pokes his nose threateningly.

“I told you not to tell anybody, though. So, back to my line: what the actual fuck, bro?”

Nat grimaces, “Well, yeah, you said not to tell anybody, so I discreetly told everybody. So, I actually didn’t tell anyone.”

Kevin face palms, then thwacks Nat upside the back of his head, smirking.

“Smartass. You knew what you were doing. You just wanted the deal to be over so you could get into the dork’s pants faster.”

The teal-headed male holds the back of his head and sticks his tongue out, somehow being able to chuckle.

“Heh, guilty. What can I say? I REALLY wanna touch his butt. And the King shall have all the butts!” Kevin chuckles and shakes his head.

“Dude, being weird again.”


“Are you even listening?”

Eddward waits outside his English class for Kevin, who isn’t here yet. Perhaps he needed to use the restroom? His pondering screeches to a halt as he spots a familiar figure. Oh, no, not again. It’s Lucas Tucker, and oh lord, the man has spotted him. The sockhead feels his knees lock as the blonde approaches him.

“Hey, loser. Where’s your boyfriend?”

Is the man actually trying to have a decent conversation? Mayhap Hell is a real place and has frozen over after all.

“I don’t believe he is here yet. Erm, how are you today?" 

The taller male brighten up at the civil comment, and leans on the wall next to the young genius. Eddward shifts his weight, slightly nervous. Tucker is in his bubble.

"So I heard you two had your first public kiss today.”

Black eyebrows crinkle in confusion. Why would the bully want to know about that?

“Yes? I don’t understand what the big deal about that is, however. Couples do that sort of thing all the time, correct?” The blonde nods, brown eyes never leaving Edd’s face.

“Yeah, but those couples never stay together for long. Maybe a week; a month at the longest.”

Edd can’t help but gasp, not only in horror, but because the blonde is now officially way too close for comfort. Back up, back up, back up, back up! Tucker blocks his escape with his arm, effectively trapping him. The smaller male can’t help but groan; of course Kevin is nowhere to be found when he ABSOLUTELY NEEDS-

Before he can finish his thought, two different shoes kick Tucker’s side and send the large male flying.


Double D stares in shock at Kevin and Nat, the latter striking some sort of superhero pose. He watches the red head roll up his sleeve- oh dear, his bicep is almost bursting, be still gay heart!- and stroll up to Tucker in obvious anger.
“What did I fucking tell you, asshole?” the blonde on the ground tries to scramble away, but his back hits a corner. Kevin towers over the blonde, looking very intimitading. Tucker babbles apologies and begs for mercy. Blue eyes widen as a tan fist raises in the air, ready to strike.


Kevin freezes, and slowly turns to the younger man. Edd’s blood freezes in fear; the red head has one of the scariest faces he has ever seen. This isn’t just furious, Kevin must be completel bloodthirsty- a feat that not even Eddy has been able to drag out of the athlete. Swallowing thickly, Edd slowly -slowly! Knees, please work- walks over to the redhead and gently grabs the fist. Which was a bit high up, so the sockhead had to get on his tip toes. Gradually, he sees Kevin relax, dropping his fist. Edd holds onto his hand, lightly leading him away from the crumpled heap of pathetic on the floor, Nat trailing behind them.
Once they’re far away enough, Edd lets go of Kevin’s hand and drops to the ground, doing his best not to hyperventilate.

“Holy shit, Double Damn! That was badass!” Nat gushes over him, patting his back a little more than roughly.

“W-what? Me? No, you and Kevin were the ones who saved me; you both looked very heroic,” the sockhead mutters, gaining feeling back in his knees. The teal-headed man shakes his head vigourously.

“No way, dude! I’ve never seen anyone not only stand up to Kevin when he is beyond pissed level, but also calm him down enough to walk away from a fight!”

Eddward looks at Kevin at that statement, who just tucks his hands in his hoodie pockets and looks away from the other two. The genius can feel his pale cheeks flushed. Though by what emotion he is not entirely sure.

“R-really? I just felt that Tucker had more than enough. Not only that, but the school really does not approve of violence; I didn’t want you two suspended because of me,” he mumbles. He hears more than sees the redhead turn towards him.

Lightly, he is startled when the athlete suddenly drops to his level, green eyes locked onto blue. Edd feels his heart racing. It’s just like before; when Kevin had kissed him, the emotional hurricane that is stirring inside him is raging.

“Thanks, dork. I really don’t need a suspension right now,” the tan male smiles at him. He smiles back and suddenly, Kevin gives him a quick peck on the lips and hoists him back onto his feet. The pale man cups his mouth, feeling his face grow hot. Somehow that quick peck felt MUCH more intimate than the kissing session from before.

“C'mon, then. We’re off to Wendy’s today,” Kevin states, grabbing Edd’s hand and leading them to his car, all the while both of them ignoring the jeering Nat.

“Aw, you two are really cute together! Why did I wanna break you up?!”

“Shut up, Nat

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48.5%! Fic prompt: Malec, lazy day in bed with deep conversation. :)

The rain thundered down, bouncing off the windowpane as Alec sighed gratefully, curling a little deeper under the covers. It was a Sunday, which would usually have absolutely no bearing on his work week whatsoever. Shadowhunters didn’t get days off, or so his mother had said. A day off for Alec was being allowed to stay in the Institute, train and fill in paperwork. It certainly wasn’t lying around in bed, drinking coffee and enjoying the company of his boyfriend.

He supposed he had Jace and Izzy to thank for that. After seizing his leadership of the Institute back from Aldertree - however informally - Alec had felt more pressure than ever to be around and perform. The Institute needed him, and he needed to do his job. Valentine might be in the Clave’s custody, but things weren’t over. The Soul Sword was still in the wind, and the Downworld was in nothing short of disarray.

He’d wanted to stay. But they’d convinced him to go, convinced him he needed a break. Magnus had offered to take the day off too, and they’d had so many grand plans for romantic trips out, wandering the world together through one of Magnus’ portals.

And yet it was 11am, and Alec currently hadn’t moved from Magnus’ very large bed for approximately twelve hours. Neither had Magnus. Apparently, one of the perks of dating a warlock was that he could summon you breakfast without needing to leave the room and let the bed get cold.

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Real Budoblr Talk, you guys.

I’ve been doing martial arts for close to a year, and I know I have sporadically made posts for just as long. You’ve probably heard me rave about it and crack jokes, like “I do it because I want to be tiny and terrifying,” or “I’m three ounces of whoop-ass!” What can I say? I fell in love with all of it quick and I haven’t looked back… But today, after class, we started talking about circumstances where girls would need to protect themselves and I remembered why I started training. I’m going to jump on a soap box and tell you why I wanted to start martial arts, what I’ve experienced since, and what the deal is.

So, I’m a small girl in marital arts. I wanted to practice some form of self-defense years before I started because I’m a tiny-as-hell woman and I have had too many, too scary close calls where I could have been beat up or worse. Hell, even if I didn’t have experiences of my own that nearly went from “bad” to “WORSE,” the city I love is still an epicenter for human trafficking and the area I live in has been getting dangerous. I won’t even go into how MOST sexual assaults are done by people that know the victim personally because we’d all get bummed out… But yeah. I don’t think the world has gone to shit, but there are a lot of scary things that we all need to be aware of.

The second I could, I joined a dojo that teaches martial arts that are more practical for combat or self-defense. When I started, my instructors and a lot of the other students noted why I would need it. My instructors and training partners will often give me instruction that helps ME with my size. A few of them don’t fool around when they remind me of situations where I’ll really need what I learn. I’m always being told by new guys that I train with they’re glad to see girls train in self-defense. They make me feel like I have the right to be there, and I’m always super grateful that they willingly train with me and teach me. That, and I made some awesome friends since I joined, so that’s cool. <3

I joke a lot about the bruises that I get in class (and I even show them off) because this form of martial arts can be harsh. There’s a lot of pain involved, but I’d never want anyone to go easy on me when we’re training because someone out there that would want to hurt me would laugh at the idea of “going easy.” People can be really depraved, and I wouldn’t want to “go easy” on anyone who thought so little of my well-being that they’d use, abuse, or murder me.

I don’t like to think about the situations where I’d have to use what I’ve been learning. I’m not naïve enough to think that I’m guaranteed to kick *anyone’s* ass who wants to fuck with me. I remind myself all the time that I need to learn so much more because I’ve only just started. I will say that I have looked at all the things considered and I have decided that I need martial arts as much as I want it. I’ll be sticking with it for as long as people will train with me, and I want to train for many, many years. Expect me to bug ALL OF YOU about it for as long as you will know me.

If you’re reading this Budoblr post and ever considered going to self-defense workshops, sign up for a weekly class so you can stay in practice. If you have a female friend/family member/gal-pal that you’d want to protect, tell them to sign up or buy them a membership. I will always bug everyone to pick it up, and I won’t even bug you by telling you that you must go to one specific place to train (but I will 100% recommend my dojo to everyone on my list because they rock. You know, JUST SAYING).

Thanks for reading this far and for putting up with me when I geek out about getting punched in the nose or kneed in the knee. Martial arts makes me feel like I can be big and powerful, and I’ll never go back to being “just a small girl” ever again.

vexingcosmos  asked:

Okay so the press have no clue about Andreil and a fan totally uses a pickup line on Neil (Are sitting on F5 boy because DAMN that ass is refreshing) and Andrew's response to it.

ahah this is so great! i love the oblivious neil trope so here is 1600 words on that!

  • it’s a pretty common idea that neil is a Pretty Boy™ but doesn’t realize the effects he has on others
  • after baltimore, his facial scars just added to his the definition of his cheekbones and make him look more ruggedly handsome
  • at that point, neil was already invested in his nothing with andrew and isn’t really looking to branch out and be involved with anyone else (also neil is demisexual and thus wouldn’t really want to be getting involved with anyone he’s just met)
  • neil’s already been hit on a couple times by different people he’s met (classmates, opposing team members, someone at eden’s twilight) but andrew was never immediately around to see it and neil was too oblivious to pick up on it
  • it only really happens when neil is on his own
  • people don’t necessarily know about andrew and neil’s relationship, but when andrew is with neil, neil becomes unapproachable for fear of getting stabbed by andrew (if his murderous glares are anything to go by)
  • they don’t share any classes (andrew is criminal justice major while neil is a math major) so it’s easy to approach neil after class
  • neil’s classmates don’t really know much about him, besides what’s in the media and that he plays exy (and is very good) so of course when they try to hit on him, they bring up exy becuae they know he’s interested in it
  • but neil (bless his exy obsessed heart) doesn’t ever pick up on the flirting, but rather only the interest in exy
    • “you play exy right? i bet you’re really good! maybe i should come watch one of your games sometime ;)”
    • “yeah we’re a really great team. i’m actually the captain of our team and it can be a mess sometimes but we always pull through. do you have an interest in exy?”
    • “no, i would just love to watch you play though ;)”
    • “um okay. well we have a game this friday if you want to come watch and support the team.”
    • (neil then gets a text from andrew that just says ‘roof’ and tries to make the speediest exit possible)
    • “well, it was nice talking to you janice. i hope you can come support our team”
    • “it’s jessica.”
    • “oh right okay. bye.”

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someone i once knew

This one is for @paradoxicalpsychic ! Thank you so much for so much encouragement and prompts!!

Read on AO3 here!

Talking has never been Aomine’s strong suit.

Words just… aren’t easy.

Aomine is brash and abrasive; he says whatever is on his mind, and really doesn’t give a shit about the consequences. You don’t like being told the truth right to your face? Tough. He’s not the kind to sugarcoat things, because he honestly just doesn’t see the point in it.

If he’s being honest, his nature has always been a cause of strain in his relationships. Some of his friends have gone, not willing to put up with it; the few who have stuck around have helped dull the edges around his personality, but he’s never going to be a nice guy. It’s just not who he is.

But since his poor attitude has lost him the only relationship he ever really wanted to try for - well, he has realized that he can’t keep living his life this way.

Still, though, when confronted with someone, the words that he really wants to say, the ones buried deep, they really struggle to come out. When he’s forced into social interactions, he just reverts back to old habits.

It’s a lot easier talking to someone… not face-to-face.

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Hot Stuff (Leo Valdez X Chubby!Reader)

Fandom: Heroes of Olympus
Pairing: Leo Valdez X Chubby!Reader
Word Count: 971 
Prompt Given: The reader is feeling down in the dumps on Valentine’s Day. Pretty accustomed to not getting any Valentines, kinda self loathing, until Leo comes along and cheers her up.
Author’s Note: Takes place at Camp Half-Blood, though I can’t remember if that’s right?? We’re just pretending that like all the demigods are at Camp Half-Blood for Valentine’s Day because why the heck not  <33

You sighed, resting your chin on your palm as you looked around you. Almost every single demigod had someone to share the day with, and they were all giggling and exchanging valentines.

It made your heart hurt.

You had never been the most popular girl in school, but even when you went to regular school, you could count on one of your best friends to buy you a cheesy valentine and a little box of chocolate. Here, you had no one. You weren’t really friends with any of the other campers, sure, you talked to some of them occasionally, but not often, and not enough to actually consider them friends. Well, there was one person that you considered a friend, but you hadn’t seen them around yet today.

You were just going to stand up and hide in your cabin, maybe read a book while your brothers and sisters were off with their dates, when you heard the step creak as someone sat beside you.

You turned to look at the person, raising an eyebrow at Leo Valdez, one of the sons of Hephaestus and your only friend at camp. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing all alone?” Leo questioned back, and you shrugged.

“Don’t have a valentine. Don’t really have any friends, either.”

Leo pressed a hand to his heart and pretended to be offended. “Excuse me, but I think you’re forgetting someone.” When all you did was look at him blankly, he pointed to himself with both hands. “Me! We’re friends.” He was silent for half a second. “Right?”

You smiled slightly. “‘Course we are, Leo. You’re just the only one, really. No one talks to me here.”

“Again, I talk to you all the time. And aren’t you and Nico like, creepy creature of the night buddies or something?”

You rolled your eyes fondly at the joke. “Actually, yes, but he’s not even at camp right now. He’s on some mission for his dad, I think.”

Leo frowned. “Well, that sucks.” He gave you a pointed look. “You need to make more friends.”

“Gee, yeah, sounds really easy when you say it like that. This is me we’re talking about, Leo. It took me a month to actually respond when you tried to talk to me. I’m not the best with conversation.”

“That’s because you don’t practice enough. Why don’t you talk to Piper or Jason?" 

You looked at Leo as if he were crazy (though really, he kind of was). "Oh yeah, because I can totally talk to Piper, who looks like a goddess, or Jason, who looks like a god, when I look like…” You sighed. “Neither of those things. That would end well.”

Leo raised an eyebrow at you. “Who says you don’t look like a goddess? From every angle I’ve seen you at, you look like a goddess to me.”

You blushed and buried your face in your hands. “You’re my friend! You have to say that! It doesn’t mean you actually think it.”

Leo’s eyebrows knitted together; he was even more confused now. “Just because I’m your friend doesn’t mean I’d lie to you.” Leo pulled your head away from your palms, but kept a gentle grip on your chin. “You really are stunning, __y/n__.”

You tried to look away, but Leo wouldn’t let you. “I mean it. I don’t know why you can’t see it.”

You pointed down to your stomach, a lot more pudgy than you’d like. “That certainly doesn’t help. I don’t look like Piper, or Annabeth, or anyone, really. They’re all skinny and athletic and I…” You sighed again. “I’m chubby and hate exercise with a burning, fiery passion.”

Leo was looking at you in desperate confusion. “You do know that chubby and ugly don’t correlate, right? Just because you’re chubby doesn’t mean you’re unattractive, and you’re not. Same with being skinny. I’m the scrawniest person ever, and most girls won’t look at me twice.”

“That’s because they’re stupid.” You said simply. “You’re hot, Leo. Literally and physically. I thought you knew that?”

He smiled, a little self-deprecatingly, and it broke your heart. “I like to act like I am. Ya know, fake it 'til you make it? But it’s hard to believe it when no one’s ever shown the slightest interest in me.”

Without thinking about it, without even really meaning to do it, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Leo’s, kissing him sweetly. Leo didn’t respond, and when you pulled away, his eyes were wide.

“What was that for?” Leo asked after he finally found his voice.

“I like you. I just never knew when the right time to tell you was.” You smiled softly at him. “Now seemed like a good a time as any.”

Leo blinked once, then twice in surprise before surging forwards and capturing your lips with his in a warm, fierce kiss. Your hands came up to rest on his neck, lightly twirling the dark hairs at the base between your fingers as you kissed him back. One of Leo’s hands dipped down to your waist, his fingers squeezing your hip softly.

Leo reluctantly broke the kiss after a moment, his breath coming in harsh pants as you grinned at him. “We are quite the pair, aren’t we, Leo?”

Leo nodded, a bright, brilliant smile on his face. “We are.” His lips found yours again for a brief moment. “I hope you know that I am going to do everything I can to show you how beautiful you are.”

“I hope you know that I am going to do the same thing with you.” You responded easily, a hand moving down to his cheek and running your thumb along the bone.

Let’s just say that it was quite a good Valentine’s Day for both of you.

End.  <3

Who Do We Think In BTS Are Virgins?

Thanks Anon for asking :) Happy new year everyone!!!

Well, I’m torn because I think a lot of them are probably not virgins as they are all hot as hell.

Jimin- Shy as all hell but hot as heck but I’m sure he has had a girlfriend and has probably had sex.

Yoongi: He is anything but pure. Although he has me confused, I would like to think that he hasn’t and due to his past he might not have but then again he is hot as all hell so I’m sure some girl would have taken his V card.

Namjoon: Nope. Definitely Not. Don’t think I need to explain.

Jungkook- I know Maknae and purity and stuff but nope. He is hot as all hell and I truly doubt he hasn’t got any. Yet his shyness around girls lead me to believe that he hasn’t but ya never know.

V/J-Hope- I immediately believe that both of these aren’t virgins yet. They are always the centre of attention so I’m sure some lucky lady has had here way with them.

Jin- As he is probably waiting for the right girl. He’s probably done stuff just hasn’t gone that far.

-Admin Kira

Jin: He’s turned 24 this year and he’s had a girlfriend before he debuted. To be honest I think he’s not a virgin anymore. He’s very mature and I think he felt ready to do it with his past GF. But this is just my opinion.

Yoongi/Suga: I don’t honestly think he’s done it. He’s the kind of guy to put work and success before anything else. Being too focused in his work I don’t think he’s even thought about it. But I’m sure when he finds the right girl at the right time it’ll happen.

Jhophe/Hoseok: This guy isn’t a virgin anymore. I just know, don’t ask me how but I have a feeling he just isn’t anymore. He’s not shy and very social. I’m sure he’s got some chances to do the deed with some good looking girl.

Rap Monster/Namjoon: hahaha okay let’s just say he’s too awkward and shy to not be a virgin. We know he watches *cough* porn *cough* and that’s enough for him for now. And like Yoongi he’s too focused on work and being a leader. Also he told in one of their interviews he had a GF but they broke up cuz she was friends with too many guys. This guy wouldn’t just go to bed with anyone. He really needs to feel a deep connection with the one. And so he also didn’t do it with his ex. I’m sure of that.

Jimin: This shy ball of cuteness is still a virgin. I disagree with admin Kira, yeah he is hot but doesn’t mean you had sex. His insecurities is one of the reasons I think he hasn’t done it yet. He needs to feel comfy with the one he’ll do it with. As an idol he doesn’t have time to get to know a girl on that level. This goes for all the members actually.

Taehyung/V: This guy is too childish and cute. He is definitely still a virgin. There’s that one post I saw on Instagram that told a story of Tae where he and the members were on the American airport and they had to fill in a form. On the form they asked for his sex and he wrote: not practiced yet. I don’t know if this has really happened, but I could imagine it happening. We know he wants lots of kids and marry. He also said that he wants to marry his first love. So yeah.. These are reasons I think he’s still a virgin. Also like I said with Jimin, the members all need more time to get to know a girl and they just don’t have that kind of time.

Jungkook: He’s young and too shy around girls. How can you do the deed if you have difficulties talking to girls X’D?? Also since the older members are still virgin I think he doesn’t really think about it either.

And one important thing: Just because they’re hot doesn’t mean they’ve done it. We still have to keep in mind that they don’t have a Western mindset. In Asia they are more conservative about these things. Having sex is not just something they do because of hormones or cause all the other guys do it.

- Admin Tae

daily--hoopa  asked:

"What do you think of Jirachi? Are they a good friend of yours?"

Hoopa: Oh yeah, they’re definitely a good friend! We have lots of fun together!

Jirachi: We’ve known each other for a long time! Hoopa’s pretty great!

Jirachi: They gets us into a lot of trouble, though…

Hoopa: Hey! I get us out of a lot of trouble too y’know!

Reflections on an Invisible Sea

Summary:  Yet the person must have heard Dan because they turned and suddenly Dan was making eye contact with a very pretty man who completely took his breath away.  Because he looked unlike anyone that Dan had ever met in this small town, and while Dan knew that the man’s curved nose and jarringly pale skin weren’t stereotypically beautiful, on him they undoubtedly were.  Dan could see the ocean in the man’s eyes, even in the dim light, and he couldn’t bring himself to look away. (or where Dan writes poems about the ocean and falls in love with Phil)

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: minor swearing

A/N: I went to the beach and it made me want to write a poetic fic to do with the ocean so here it is!!  This was also inspired by @darkphannie‘s post here and this song (which randomly came on while i was writing this fic and wow dude!! what a coincidence!!).  I also made an edit for this fic here and a moodboard for it here.  Or if you’d rather here’s a tag for everything to do with this fic all in one spot :)  

Where Dan lived the sky was always foggy blue grey.  It melted into the ocean where they met on the horizon and the air constantly smelled of salt, especially on cold mornings.  The color of the houses had all been worn away by the wind, leaving bleached shingles and peeling paint.  The roads were windy and teetered on the edge of cliffs that threaten to fall into the swirling water that pounded against them regardless of the time of year.  It wasn’t the sunny warmth that people ordinarily thought of when conjuring up a picture of a beach in their mind, but Dan loved the soft blues and greys so much more than any brightly coloured image.

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King George iii x Reader

Words: 1054

 Warning: nothing 

 Request: could you do prompt 113 with King George? -anon

Prompt:  “…Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand…”

A/N: I just wanted to say this is my first request and i hope i didn’t disappoint 

“Good morning, Sir,” you greeted, walking into King George’s’ master bedroom, giving him his everyday breakfast.

“Good morning, y/n,” he smiled, “You look lovely.”

A blush made its way to your cheeks, you covered it with a smile and walked over to his closet, trying your best not to let him see your face.
It’s been like this for months, the King would compliment you as if it meant nothing to him, he was so nonchalant about it. Which kind of hurt, as you took a liking into him. A lot.

He wasn’t like this to anybody else, he ordered them around harshly, insulting them about how hey did everything. Whereas with you, he would say–

“Y/n, I can pick my outfits out for myself, you know.”

Yeah exactly that. 

“Sir, it’s my job. I’m fully capable of doing this…”

“Please, you shouldn’t be wasting your energy on something so silly.”

You gave him a funny look, but gave up. He was like this everyday with you, and nobody else. 

“Um, could you tell Layla to get in here, please?”

You nodded, “Of course, sir." You briskly walked out of the room, towards the servants corners, where Layla was sitting and writing.

"Writing to Lafayette?” You asked, causing her to jump, she smiled when she realised it was you.

“I am… Does it bother you at all?” she asked, concerned.

“No, but it might bother the King, so you might want to be a little more secretive.”

“Hey, I am not the one he tells all of his war plans to." She was right, he told you everything. Except when around others, than he would shush you, as if you were going to reply. 

But you never did, you would just listen to all the burdens he had, the weight on his shoulders. Most of them being with General Washington.

It was quiet, before you said, "Speaking of, the King wants you.”

Layla nodded and quickly hid her letter, following you.

It was a quiet walk there, but once you opened the doors to the master bedroom, a booming voice took over, “Layla, I’m sure you had lots of fun taking up y/n’s time, be quicker next time I want you here.”

You stayed quiet, only giving a glance at Layla, who said, “Sorry, sir.”
“Layla, I need you to go into town and gather vegetables and meat for tonight’s dinner. Y/n, I need you to stay back for s while.”

You nodded quietly as Layla left, The King sat back down on his bed, going through letters, “Please, clean up around here. It’s getting dusty.”
You didn’t say a word, just went straight to the cleaning supplies, and comfortable silence absorbed the room.

It took you a second to fully register what he said, and it just so happened to be another ‘please’. You weren’t sure if other people noticed, and you were worried about what would happen if they did.

Alas, you soon had a lunch break. A break from doing practically nothing. All you did was stay in the Kings room cleaning things over, and over, and over again. Then his laundry, then more cleaning.

You walked outside of the Kings palace and sat on the bench, carefully unfolding what you were having for lunch.

“Yeah, I think he fancies her!”

“No way, they’re having an affair. Nothing more.”

“No, y/n isn’t the type of girl to do that.”

“I think so, she needs to get around somehow.”

You instantly straightened up, looking around, to where you found two women closely talking on the bench beside yours. They didn’t seem to notice you were there, gladly. With the effects of your blood boiling, along with the tears building up, you walked back inside to one of the unused rooms. 

And you cried.

You cried for what seemed like forever, holding your breath whenever you heard footsteps walking by.

After you felt like you had officially cried yourself out, for possibly the next few days. You dried your cheeks, flattened your dress, and waited a bit before deciding to walk out, and heading towards the master bedroom.

You opened the door, asking George still sitting where he was when he left, you weren’t even sure if he actually got up.

“Y/n! You’re a few minutes late!” The King announced, not exactly angry, but not happy either.

Before you could respond, he said, “It’s no matter, you are fine.”

You pursed your lips and nodded, looking away, hoping he wouldn’t see–

“Y/n, were you crying?”

Too late. You stayed quiet, looking down.

“Y/n, is that why you were late?”

You kept your head down, by spoke up, "…Why? Why are you being… so nice to me? I can’t understand. I can’t understand! I just can’t understand…“ you realised how loud you actually were and shut up quickly.

"Well, you are less annoying than the other servants…” He said.

“Really?” You looked up, “Is that it? That’s all that’s going on here?”

King George tensed up, “Why are you asking, y/n?”

You mumbled something inaudible to him.


“People say that we’re sleeping together, and that’s how I make my way around….” You said softly.

“Who are they?” He demanded, “I will behead them immediately.”

“See, this is what I’m talking about! Why do you treat me this way?”

“You say it like its s bad thing… Am I bothering you?”

“Please, sir… Just tell me.”

There were more moments of silence as you two just stared eachother, when he finally took in a breath, closing his eyes, and put his hands in yours.

“Y/n, I have fancied you…” Your eyes went wide for a second, “for a while, now. And I, have no idea how to deal with these… Feelings. It makes it harder when I don’t know if you… Feel the same.”

Your breath hitched, “I do… Feel the same, George. I–”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as the King smashed his lips to yours, full of passion. You smiled into the kiss and sunk in.

The King. The bloody King Of England, you thought, is kissing me.

King George and you broke away for oxygen, smiles on your faces. “God, I haven’t been this happy in ages,” he said.

“I could say the same.”

Vernon/OFC: Accidental first kiss as friends

Genre: Romance/Fluff/Friendship

Word Count: 1577

Characters: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female

“Man, that was awesome.”

She rolled over on the couch, adjusting the cotton blanket so it covered their legs completely. Hansol was currently curled over her, and her head lolled comfortably against his forearm. They were in a post-movie daze, letting the entire movie sink in as the credits rolled. “Lost Stars” played instrumentally as the small letters dove down the black screen.

“You think so?” he asked wistfully, not having moved a centimeter since they started their second film of the evening. “I was kinda bummed they didn’t get together in the end.”

“I think that’s the point. It’s a new chapter for her.” she murmured in defense, playing with the frayed hem of her blanket.

And God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young.

“Besides,” she continued. “If I were her, I wouldn’t date him either.”

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An Amazingphil Imagine
Phil discovers a new kink of his and wants to try it out. 1st person POV

*warnings*- smut, talk of birth control, impregnation kink, and impure Phil thoughts.

This is my first smut fic so please feel free to tell me that if I should continue writing it or not.    Word count: 3,162

Phil’s POV 

We never really have talked seriously about having kids before, only ever jokingly like what we would name our kid if we had one such as naming the baby Thor, Susan, or Pikachu. Then Y/N and I would laugh it off and never give it another thought.

That was until I saw Y/N holding her cousin’s new baby and how gentle and caring she seemed to hold her little nephew with such ease and how the baby had (y/c/e) just like hers and it really got me thinking about what our baby would look like.  

It started off simply with me just going to those websites where you can mash your picture with another person’s and seeing it that way and then going deeper into the search of pregnancy as a whole and being amazed and grossed out at the same time.

It really got me thinking about my life I mean I was thirty years old now and not getting any younger. Most of my old school mates and friends were married by now and some have even had kids or trying to have kids now.

Having a kid with Y/N would be great just having to imagine her all big and swollen with my kid and plus having to make the baby is the best part of it all. That’s when I noticed I started to get hard from thinking about knocking up my girlfriend.

The more and more I think about Y/N carrying my child, I can just close my eyes and imagine it now with her breasts getting bigger and me sucking the milk out of them.  Grabbing and squeezing my cock through my jeans and wanting to cum soo badly.

No. Phil stop.

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