yes that is a boy i repeat a boy

anonymous asked:

list of kinks/fetishes for bokuto, kuroo, kageyama, suga, kenma, daichi?

So, this request made me realize that I am definitely NOT an expert in any sense on kinks or fetishes. LOL, so I’m sorry if this didn’t get as kinky as you were hoping, Anon, but I hope that you still ended up enjoying it!

Also, I decided to go ahead and do all six since they ended up being a single kink for each of them that I went into detail on?

Enjoy!

P.s. I wrote all this filth while listening to You Are In Love by Taylor Swift on repeat, omg!


Bokuto Koutarou: Okay, this boy for sure has a thing for praise. Just, like, he loves to know that he’s doing GOOD. Especially when it comes to pleasing his partner, the thing that just gets him going is the words of “yes, you’re so good!” He even goes as far to enjoy almost pet like encouragements like, “good boy” and comments like that. Seriously, if they came home and just talked about how GOOD he did at his game or anything at all, the boy will get hard without even needing to be touched! Fuck, man, just try and see if maybe they can get him to come with praise alone and see what happens to that beautiful man’s face!

Kuroo Tetsurou: I like to think that Kuroo would be an absolute sucker for any kind of dirty talk. Whisper anything in his ear and he’ll be a moaning mess for sure. Oh! Even better, do it out in public, the poor thing won’t even be able to contain himself, chances are things might end up getting a little frisky in the shadows. If they just tell him when they’re going to do to him (”I’m going to ride you until you can’t even remember your own name”) or what they want him to do to them (”I want that hard cock to make me scream tonight”) thinks like that!

Kageyama Tobio: My mind immediately went to this small crow’s ‘king complex’ and decided to run with it. So, like all kings, they need to be in control, which is exactly Kageyama’s issue. And really, everyone’s true personality transfers over into the bedroom, so it wouldn’t be a surprise to me if he’s big on giving commands, like, “touch yourself for me” and he’d be sitting in a chair across the room. And then he’d totally be all over being on top at nearly all times and to show his power, he’d have no mercy. Get ready for a long night because this boy isn’t stopping until both are completely, one hundred percent, sated.

Sugawara Koushi: I am with a lot of people when it comes to thinking of Suga as the kinkiest motherf-er that ever graced this earth. But despite all of his fetishes - BDSM anyone? - his favorite, I think would be aftercare. Like, yes, he loves to be rough and tie them up and spank them and all that great stuff, but the real bonding and intimacy of the act is definitely when he’s caring for them after it’s all over. Boy loves taking them up into his arms and gently brushing their hair and washing their entire body in the shower. He just wants to care for them and he loves all of the emotions that comes along with it. Chances are it leads into another session just so he can experience it all over again!

Kozume Kenma: Um, I kinda had a hard time with this cause I kinda headcanon this boy as asexual. And when I do put him in a relationship, it’s pretty vanilla, but role-play? I mean, he plays so many video games, I can see him getting a thing for a character and wanting to see what would happen. He probably made a joke about it to his significant other and they just showed up in costume and he was hooked and seriously got into character. He probably keeps his eyes closed most of the time and just let’s his fantasies take over all of his thoughts whether he’s topping or bottoming. 

Sawamura Daichi: Public sex. Or semi-public sex more like. Like, I keep telling myself that this boy wouldn’t do that, but at the same time I’m like, “Fuck, he wouldn’t give two shits who caught them.” Maybe it’s more the idea of possibly being seen that gets him going, like, ‘yeah, I’m fucking a hottie and I know you wish you were me’ kinda mentality. So, imagine it, they’re constantly engaging in explicit activities all over the place - the volleyball court, the club room, the fitting room at the mall, the bathroom at a party, the back alley of that club they went to - ANYWHERE. The rest of the team has learned to check before entering ANY room, lol!

anonymous asked:

Jason and Tim arguing over who had it worse when it came to living up to their predecessor's legacy

‘All I’m saying is… I was living in the shadow of a dead boy.’

Jason looked up from his book with a scowl, turning the page a bit more roughly than he had meant to. He and Tim had been holding their own pity party of “who had it worse” as Robin when it came to living up to their predecessor’s legacy. Jason had made some comment about “back in my days as Robin”, and Tim had had enough self-respect to become offended. And as a consequence, Jason had only gotten through five pages and was tempted to just give up reading altogether. 

Truth be told, he knew that Tim probably had it much worse than him, when it came to this specific issue. And he was only arguing with him because he knew how much arguing for the sake of arguing annoyed his brother. 

But then again, the only thing Tim really had to do in order to surpass his predecessor, was not die… so Jason stuck to his guns. He set his book down and leaned forward, giving Tim his best “I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are” look. 

‘Tim. Firstly, I’m a bit offended at being called a, quote unquote, “dead boy”…’

Tim frowned. ‘You call yourself a dead boy all the-’

‘-And secondly,’ Jason interrupted him cooly, ‘My standards were far, faaaar lower than Dick’s. To live up to my predecessor’s legacy meant being a perfect, obedient, chirpy, quipping, circus act, which was not happening in a million years unless global warming wasn’t a thing and hell froze over, giving us another ice age. You, on the other hand, just had to not do any of the things I did.’

Tim pursed his lips, sitting there in silence as he regarded Jason with a look of complete and utter exasperation. 

‘So…’ he said slowly, enunciating every word, ‘not die.’

Jason nodded, rolling his eyes. ‘Yeah. Like I said. Lower standards.’

Tim sighed, massaging his forehead as he turned back to his laptop, tapping the keys distractedly. ‘Okay. But consider this: in order to not die, I actually had to achieve a standard of near-perfection as Robin that not even you or Dick were expected or pressured to reach.’

‘Okay,’ Jason countered. ‘But consider this: in Bruce’s eyes, none of us are ever good enough.’

‘So your point is, we’ve all had it bad and it’s pointless to try and decide who had it worst because we all had a common denominator and standard to live up to: Bruce.’

Jason shrugged and lay on his back on the sofa, opening the book again. 

‘Even Bruce doesn’t live up to Bruce’s standards, so yes. It’s fucked up and we were all screwed from the start.’

‘Oh boy. That went south real quick.’

‘So wait, when I go off on Bruce, it’s too far. But when we’re talking about when I was a “dead boy” it’s all fine and dandy?’

‘All the time, Jason,’ Tim repeated without looking up from his laptop, his voice bland. ‘All. The. Time.’

Unable to think of a reasonable response or blatant lie, Jason scoffed and stood to find somewhere he could read in peace and not get his ear talked off or, god forbid, counselled by his younger brother.

‘Well, you try dying and see if you can stop talking about it. It’s a life-altering event, a real milestone.’

‘It’s also only meant to happen once,’ Tim said pointedly.

Jason paused to consider this. ‘Hold up. So, technically, Damian has already lived up to the standard I set as Robin because he also died and came back. Grayson had to fake it, so he’s disqualified… and we’re not counting Steph because she was never even given a chance, and would beat all our asses in the ‘who had it worst’ game.’

‘Which means I do have it worse than you, because the standard I now have to live up to is resurrection.’

‘WWJD, Timbo,’ he grinned, finger-gunning his brother as he walked backwards out the door. ‘”What Would Jason Do?”’

‘Die and come back a salty gun enthusiast,’ Tim muttered under his breath, mulling over their conversation and taking it more seriously than he should. ‘Also, Easter was last month.’

3 Billion Dollars - G Dragon Mafia!AU [Part 5]

Originally posted by big-bang-bitches

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t go exactly the way he hoped.

Genre: Maybe fluff, most likely angsty

Warnings: Death, swearing, mentions of kidnapping I think

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18}

A/N: Sorry for not being able to post anything lately, we had lost power due to 60 mph winds. I hope you like it! This one is a long one. Also, update on the Playlist Scenarios; Tumblr Girls will be posted tomorrow. I don’t know if I’ll have enough time to finish it by today. Sorry again for the delay and I hope you enjoy! 

~ Admin Brooklyn

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Ji Yong knew you saw those girls. He knows that you’ve seen worse, but the feeling of anger and annoyance showed up when he thought of it. He tried protecting you for so long. He didn’t know how you would handle it. He still doesn’t know how you’re currently handling it. You were really quiet in the car, which wasn’t exactly unexpected, but he did expect for you to cry way more than you did. He was worried about you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.

He looked down at the bodies on the ground. Blood slowly dripping out of the hole in their heads. There were four of them. Two topless hookers and two idiot men. They knew that someone important was coming. Everyone knew to be on their best behavior, but nope they decided to ruin not only their name but Ji Yong’s image on you.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. Trust me.” Seunghyun said, knowing what’s bothering him. Ji Yong shrugged, thinking of your face as he killed your brother. The pure shock and pain that filled your eyes. It was hard for him, but it’s not like he hasn’t killed before. “I know. She’ll have to move on sooner or later.”

“Ji Yong, come here for a second.” Mr. Kwon said. Ji Yong nodded and walked towards his father. Mr. Kwon was talking to three guys at the time. All of which looked like they had been through the worst things you could imagine. They were covered in sweat and dirt, and one of them was bleeding. Mr. Kwon didn’t seem too happy with what they said, despite the smile he gave them. “Yes, dad?”

“Now boys, please repeat to my son what you just said to me.” The boys stood in fear, nodding their heads at uneven, fast speeds. One of the boys went to open their mouths, only to have a hand clamp their mouth shut. Someone else spoke up. “They got away sir.”

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Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. (You guys I am seriously going to hell. I’m sorry if the ghosts of the founding fathers find this, full permission to haunt my ass. ALSO! Credit to the artist :) )

“Bad boys don’t get to come. Bad boys get punished, am I clear?” Alexander addressed.

John Laurens whimpered signaling a yes, but that didn’t work for Hamilton.

“I said, do I make myself clear? Repeat what I said,” Hamilton growled, taking off John’s shirt and boxers in a quick motion.

“Daddy said that bad boys don’t get to come with Daddy. Bad boys get spankies and punishment,” John repeated.

“You’re not getting spankies, not today, I am far too tired from my meeting today little one. What ever shall I do to my boy?” Hamilton asked, pulling open the drawer and pulling out lube and a light pink vibrator.

John whimpered at the sight of what was in his hands.

“Oh wait- How could I forget?” Hamilton said, turning around to get rope.

John sat there naked on his lower half, shaking at his fear of what Hamilton was going to do. Hamilton directed John to get on his hands and knees, well not exactly his hands, but to lean on his shoulders and knees as his daddy tied his hands behind his back, making sure they were secure. Hamilton lubed up the vibrator without saying a word or making a sound. Hamilton shoved the vibrator in his bum without prep, making John cry out in pain and pleasure.

“I will be back in 40 minutes. If you can make it without coming, I will reward you. If you come, I will start the 40 minutes over again. Do I make myself clear?” Hamilton clarified.

“Yes,” John said, shaking his head violently.

Hamilton set an alarm for 40 minutes and put the vibrator on the lowest it would go. Hamilton kissed John’s lower back and left the room, closing the door behind him.

When Hamilton’s alarm went off, he sat up from the couch and opened the door, revealing his little shaking on the bed. Hamilton had been listening to John’s moans and screams for the last 40 minutes. John was lying in the same position when Hamilton entered the room.

“Did you come?” Hamilton asked.

“N-No, I-I di-didn’t Daddy,” John stuttered as Hamilton turned the vibrator off, making him sigh.

“Good boy. Did you learn your lesson, Prince?” Hamilton sighed as he slowly took out the vibrator.

John moaned as the vibrator was removed. Hamilton began to untie his hands.

“Y-Yes Daddy. Ma-May I come?” John croaked.

“Go ahead,” Hamilton smirked as his baby exploded with pleasure. “Good boy. I’ll go clean you up. Stay here,” Hamilton said as he opened their bathroom in their room and got paper towels and a makeup remover wipe.

Hamilton returned, setting John on his bum. Hamilton cleaned up all the cum that got onto the bed and the cum on John. Hamilton took the pomegranate scented makeup wipe and wiped away the running mascara and John’s baby pink lipgloss.

“Cuddle?” John whined as he threw away the dirty wipes.

Hamilton smiled and got into the bed with him, throwing the fuzzy black blanket and comforter over them. John sighed and laid his head on Hamilton’s cozy chest, lightly rising and dropping. John kissed his chest where he was laying.

“I love you, Daddy. Thank you,” John yawned tiredly.

“Mhm, love you too baby.”

psa

I know many fans are super excited for exo’rdium in North America but I’d like to remind everyone to please respect the members’ privacy. I’ve been seeing a lot of pictures and videos floating around on tumblr and twitter of people following the boys around and waiting outside their hotel and that’s such an invasion of privacy. yes, they’re idols and celebrities but please respect them as people and give them the privacy they deserve. do we really want a repeat of the boys running away with a hoard of fans following them? just because you’re an international fan doesn’t mean you can’t be a sasaeng.

The Kitchens

Sirius and Remus: A king and a commoner from two different worlds who will break all the rules for love.

Part i

(This has been mostly re-written from previous posts and this is how I will be continuing the story from here on out!)


Sirius set out for the West parlor, wondering if maybe he could sleep a while on one of the couches. His bare feet were cool against the July-warmed stone, even at night. He wished he could enjoy this more, like he usually did, with the absence of prying eyes. But his head ached, spinning with thoughts of the ever-looming events that summer’s end promised. There were fall’s many festivals, hunting trips. And among these things, the promise of a bride. He’d be eighteen in November. He’d known what eighteen meant for as long as he could remember. It was inevitable, a pressing weight on his chest. He could hear his mother’s voice in his head: Alliances are needed, Sirius. You’ll be a king one day and you’ll need a powerful Queen at your side. And besides, fall weddings are lucky.

Sirius rubbed at his eyes, huffing as he turned blindly into the room he knew to well, only to find it bathed in a soft warm glow, not dark and quiet like he’d expected. He let his hand drop to his side, taken off guard by the light-soaked walls, and he froze. Because there was a boy there. His heels were coming out of his shoes as he crouched over the softly roasting coals of the beginning of one of the Black castle’s many fires. Sirius realized too late that he’d been standing there too long to make any sort of proper introduction.

Of all the words in his grand vocabulary, his mind decided to settle on, “Oh.”

The boy jumped. He went to stand up too fast and ended up thumping his head painfully against the brick under edge of the fireplace. Sirius cursed at the same time the boy did.

“Christ James, I told you to do the East Wing-“

The boy spoke at the same time that he turned. He cut off just as he saw Sirius.

“Oh.” He inhaled sharply, eyes widening for a fraction of a second, “My Lord. I didn’t realize…”

And Sirius watched it happen, just as it always did. He watched the boy’s back straighten, he watched the front go up.

Sirius huffed, annoyed. He made his way around the sofa slowly, fingers trailing against the plush fabric as he did, “Didn’t realize I’d be in my own castle?”

The boy frowned. He looked like he wanted to narrow his eyes but thought better of it, “Not at these hours. My Lord.” He added the last part hastily, half-heartedly, and a bit heatedly.

“I’d ask you the same question.” Sirius did narrow his eyes. He was allowed to.

The boy looked like he was biting his tongue before he spoke, “I was to light the fires this morning, my Lord.”

Sirius froze, expression flickering, “Morning?”

The boy glanced out the window briefly, “Morning, my Lord.”

Sirius followed his eyes, only to see that it was morning. He blinked at the dawning sky, the world still pink, and cleared his throat, “Oh.”

“Have-“ The boy hesitated until Sirius looked back at him. His expression slightly softer but guarded still, “have you been out all night? Around the castle? My Lord.”

Sirius hesitated, then sighed, rubbing his face, “You don’t have to add that after every sentence.” He pressed his thumbs into his eyes, as if trying to rub the fatigue out, before looking back at the boy. He had flour on his cheek, a bit of ash on his temple.

“Yes.” He looked back out the window, “I guess so.”

He didn’t think he’d been walking all night and yet there was the sun, peaking over the mountains.

The boy crouched down, scraping the iron fire poker back up and prodding at the coals with it, “Sometime on your mind, my Lord?”

Sirius felt annoyance flare up again, “I said-“

But he stopped, words catching in his throat. He shouldn’t admit it—really he couldn’t admit it—not out loud anyways—but, now that he was looking, really looking, the boy was a bit of a beautiful sight. Maybe it was just the firelight, or lack of sleep, but the thought sprang to the front of Sirius’ mind so quickly he just… thought it.

He shifted, clearing his throat, “No.” He meant to turn away, maybe leave, but instead he sat down, “No. I simply lost track of time.”

The fire light made the boy’s eyes look like a a pot of melting amber when he turned towards Sirius, expression forwardly quizzical, “Yes, my Lord.”

Sirius frowned, “Do you not know my name?”

The boy raised an eye brow, “My Lord?”

“Do you not. Know my name.” Sirius repeated, “Is that why you refuse to use it, even upon my request?”

It was still quite dark, but Sirius could have sworn the boy flushed. He turned back to poking the fire.

“You know, you aren’t doing that right.” Sirius continued when he still didn’t answer.

The boy kept poking, not looking away, “I’m not usually in charge of the fires.” He mumbled.

Sirius leaned forward, “No, you see, they aren’t going to stay alight like that. Didn’t you- no, stop, stop.” Sirius swiftly moved to crouch next to the boy, putting his hand over his on the poker, “Watch. You need it to be…” He guided their hands to push the embers towards the center, “Like such. That way the smoke goes up and the heat goes out. See now?”

“I… Yes. How did you…”

Sirius shrugged, “It’s from hunting trips, really. Probably the only useful survival skill I know. Proves I’m not completely helpless.”

“That’s not what James says.”

Sirius did his best to look aghast but it ended as more of a smile, surprising himself, “That’s how you address your superiors?”

The boy looked like he was trying not to smile too, “A moment ago you were begging me to call you Sirius.”

Sirius turned sharply away from the coals, taken off guard. He tightened his grip on the iron. It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard his name from a servant’s mouth before. James, his valet, called him Sirius. He had just never heard his name quite like that. Soft, gentile. The way this boy said it… it almost made him sound like a good person.

Sirius continued with the fire, “So the truth is out. You do know my name.”

The boy wrapped his arms around his knees, watching the coals. His sandy hair flopped nicely into his eyes, “Everyone in the world probably knows your name.”

Sirius laughed softly, and he found that it lightened the heavy feeling in his chest considerably, “Well. I think you’re sorely misjudging the size of the world.”

The boy looked at him, features extraordinarily soft in the firelight. Sirius’ heart caught.

“That wouldn’t surprise me.” He said quietly, “It isn’t like I’ve seen any of it.”

“S’not that great, really.” Sirius said softly. It was, but Sirius wasn’t about to say that. He cleared his throat instead, “Well, there’s the fire for you-“

He cut himself off again, this time with a curse. He tumbled back on his heels, the poker clattering to the floor, his left hand burning.

“Fuck-“ He unclenched his fist, seeing an angry red mark already forming across his knuckles.

The boy cursed, “Shit, the coals. I forgot to put the gate up- one rolled out- I- your highness-“

“I’m fine,” Sirius grit his teeth, “It’s just a little hot, I-“

“Oh come off it, that’s more than a little hot-” The second the words were out of the boy’s mouth his eyes were wide, “Oh god. I-“

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Sirius resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the your highness, at the horror on the boy’s face when he’d slipped and spoken to Sirius like a normal person.

The boy pressed his lips together, the hollows of his cheeks pink. He directed his gaze to Sirius’ injured hand, “We should really get something for that.”

Sirius nodded, “You can rouse Pomfrey for me.”

The boy stood, “I think I can help you, actually… if you like.” He offered Sirius a hesitant hand.

Sirius took it. He didn’t even think about it, he just let this boy pull him up, cradling his injured one to his chest, “I don’t even know your name.”

The boy arched an eyebrow, “I’m sure I can help either way.”

Sirius stretched his knuckles hesitantly, then flinched, “What’s your name?” He asked again.

The boy’s face fell a fraction, and Sirius suddenly realized he had been trying to be friendly, maybe funny even, and Sirius had taken it for disrespect.

“Remus.” He said shortly, “It’s Remus.” He turned, leading the way out of the room.

“Like the myth?” Sirius followed him.

“What myth?”

“The Roman one. With the wolf. The founding of Rome, surely you know it.”

Remus glanced behind him, “Sorry, no.”

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, “Didn’t you learn it in school?”

Remus raised an eyebrow as Sirius fell into stride with him, “You’re assuming I went to school.”

Sirius’ steps faltered, “I- oh.”

“Not all of us grow up in castles, not to mention princes.”

Sirius glanced at Remus’ profile as they walked down the servant’s staircase. It was hard to read. He’d been the one trying to lighten the mood that time and, once again, they’d misunderstood each other.

“I didn’t mean any offense.” Sirius offered.

Remus sent him a small smile, “And yet…”

Sirius suddenly felt very aware of his words, his accent, even his attire, all in comparison to Remus. He felt overdressed in his maroon robe, the gold embroidery feeling flashy and unnecessary next to Remus’ plain white shirt, littered with stains from work.

Remus shook his head gently at him as they entered the kitchen, “I’m joking. It’s alright, you didn’t know.” he nodded towards the countertop, “sit there.”

Sirius rubbed at the back of his neck, “I suppose I should have known…” His eyes widened, “I mean-“

Remus rolled his eyes, “Sit.”

“-not that I would assume you didn’t have an education-“

Sit, Sirius.”

Sirius pushed himself up onto the counter, silently kicking himself. Silently relishing the way Remus said his name. He watched wordlessly as Remus set ingredients out on the counter next to him. Honey, and a lemon.

“Well… this is odd.”

Remus looked at Sirius, “You’ve never seen this before?”

Sirius shook his head.

Remus smirked, slicing the lemon in half effortlessly, barely even glancing down, “Well, you’re obviously not learning everything with that education of yours, are you?”

Sirius straightened a little, almost prepared to snap a retort, but he caught onto the joke this time—just barely. Sirius looked away but smiled.

Remus held his palm out, “Give your hand here.”

Sirius glanced nervously at the lemon, “Won’t that hurt?”

Remus huffed out a laugh, and held out his hand more insistently, “What do you think the honey’s for? It will only sting for a moment…”

For the second time that night, Sirius relinquished his hand.

Sirius watched Remus’ brow furrow as he gently pressed the the cross section of the lemon across Sirius’ slightly blistered knuckles. Sirius hissed, then tried to turn it into a cough. He pointedly ignored Remus’ smirk.

Remus’ fingers were cool against the irritated skin around the burn, and Sirius drew his lip between his teeth as Remus carefully smeared a bit of honey over the aching cut. The thick paste relieved the throbbing to a duller pain.

“Christ.”

Remus wiped his hands on a kitchen rag, “More useful than a Roman myth, huh?”

Sirius scoffed, “I apologized.”

“Is that how world affairs are settled then? Apologies?” Remus smiled, producing a bandage from the same cupboard the honey had come from. His long fingers worked nimbly as he wraps Sirius’ hand.

“This is hardly a worldly affair..” Sirius said under his breath. Remus glanced at Sirius, looking at him flatly, then sighed, finishing the wrap.

“There. If it starts to hurt again, I- or I mean Madame Pomfrey can-“

“I’ll find you if it hurts.” Sirius’s mouth said it before he could think on it, and he slid from the counter.

Remus nodded slowly, “Oh. Right.”

Sirius drummed his fingers on the countertop, looking down at Remus, “Right.”

Remus glanced around Sirius nervously, “People will probably be waking soon.”

Sirius nodded, although he hadn’t really heard what Remus had said. They were standing quite close, “Right.”

Remus seemed a bit breathless when he spoke again, “We have to prepare your breakfast…”

Sirius arched an eyebrow, “Do you prepare the breakfast?”

Remus huffed out a laugh, “I prepare your breakfast.”

Sirius blinked, “Really?”

Remus shrugged one shoulder, “When you take it in your room at least. Which is-“

“-most days.” Sirius finished. He cocked his head slightly, “But how do you know?”

Remus shook his head, confused, “Know?”

“That I’m having it upstairs.”

Remus paused for a moment, as if waiting for Sirius to continue, or to laugh. Then his eyebrows raised very high to his hairline and he let out a burst of laughter, “Honestly?”

Sirius stepped back a step, cheeks heating, “What?”

Remus quickly stopped laughing, noticing Sirius’ offended gaze, “No- No, I’m sorry,” His eyes filled with something that looked like dissapointment. Sirius felt that same emotion stirring in his chest, although he didn’t quite know why, “It’s just… you really don’t know how we work down here, do you?”

Sirius shuffled uncomfortably, trying not to jostle his hand too much, “Well…” He tried to think of some excuse, shrugging, “When I come down here everyone stops working to ask what I want.”

“They’re suppose to do that.” Remus points out.

“Yes, but that explains why I don’t know how it works.” Sirius spluttered.

Remus smiled, “Fine, fine… Lord, I’m sitting here arguing with a Prince… James tells me.”

Sirius, fully prepared for a defense again, deflated some, “Oh.” He contemplated for a moment, “Well, I guess I should have thought of that.”

Remus shrugged, eyes teasing, “I guess.”

Sirius found he much preferred this boy to look at him like that than how he had just been, “Education… Education’s not everything, I suppose.”

When Remus smiled shyly at his own words being reflected back at him, Sirius felt something, some wall, crack a little. He smiled.

There was a creak from the floorboards above causing both boys to look up, then back down at each other. They were nearly nose to nose, and Sirius quite enjoyed that he had to look down a bit to meet Remus’ eyes.

“I- you may want to go.”

Sirius nodded. The thought of being surrounded by bustling activity, having to answer why he was down here in the first place, was suddenly very unappealing, “Yes. I should. I-“

The stared at each other, unsure of what to say.

“Well. Thank you… for the honey. Not for the burn.” He nodded shortly, not moving away just yet.

“Oh. Yes.” Remus was breathless again, eyes fixed on Sirius, “Thank you for… the myth. Not for the condescension.”

When he was safe in his room again, the sun peaking through the seam in his dark, heavy curtains, Sirius couldn’t help the soft smile that crossed his face; at the eyes that filled his thoughts, at the boy in the kitchen, at the eggs he woke up to a few hours later.

~

“Sirius, you have dinner in a half hour. And it isn’t you your mum kills if you’re late, its me, so, please, if we could just-“

Sirius looked up from the hot water surrounding him to where James was leaning against the doorway, making frantic hurry up motions.

“James, I am naked and thoroughly enjoying my bath so if you could stop staring at me. Also, I don’t know if that statement is entirely correct… I recall being murdered quite a few times. Pass me that cloth, would you?”

James rolled his eyes, reminding Sirius with a pang of his late night run in from just a few hours ago, and more threw it at him.

Sirius glared, “I can have you fired. Turned out of the castle.”

James glared, lying down on the plush bench along the bath, feet by Sirius’ head.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “For that too.”

James laughed at the ceiling, hands behind his head, eyes closed, “Yes, but you won’t.”

Sirius grinned, then hissed as his burned hand touched the hot water. James raised an eyebrow.

“What happened there, anyway?”

Sirius started, making a show of soaking the towel and squeezing the excess water out, “Oh. Just a burn. Some clumsy-one of your lot didn’t know how to handle the tea.”

James scoffed, “Well, that wasn’t rude at all.”

Sirius blinked, then sank further into the water, sighing, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

James sighed, closing his eyes again, “I know, don’t worry.”

“You seem to be the only one that does…” He grumbled under his breath, images of disappointed and disapproving amber eyes crossing his mind.

James peaked one eye open, “Huh?”

Sirius let the cloth go and watched it slowly sink to the bottom of the large tub, “Nothing.”

James looked at him for a moment longer, but knew better than to push. Instead, he stood, snagging a large towel and laying it in his place on the bench, “I’m getting your dinner clothes ready. You’ve had long enough, get out.”

“Yes, mum.”

“Don’t insult me.” James called over his shoulder.

~

Sirius, despite the torment, sat perfectly still through dinner. He felt like a caged animal that had been trained to do so—especially with guests around which, given the fact that they were the royal family, there was always the nobles and some duke and duchess from god knows where around to dine with. He listened his mother talk politics, he watched his father talk politics—if not in a slightly more slurred fashion and into his whiskey glass. He watched his brother, Regulus, sit there silently, glaring at his food as if it had personally offended. He was only glad his cousins weren’t in town. Well, maybe Andromeda. She never was the worst of the lot at least.

He wished for probably the thousandth time in his life that James could sit at the dinner table with him, or that maybe he could sit at James’ dinner table. He almost didn’t care that it was with the rest of the servants—no. No, he didn’t care. He glared at his mother, shoving a piece of duck into his mouth. He knew he had her to thank for those elitist slip-ups.

As if this wasn’t torment enough, his hand positively ached. Remus’ remedy had long washed off in the bath, and with the dry cotton wrap rubbing against it every time he cut his food, it felt like there was a coal being pressed against his skin all over again. Highly distracting. He told himself he would go to Pomfrey after dinner, perhaps skip dessert for it all together.

That’s what he told himself he would do.

When the time came for puddings and cakes he stood, scraping his chair back and pointedly ignoring his mother’s look.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

He waved his hand dismissively, “Some idiot servant burned me with tea this morning,” The slur rolled as effortlessly off his tongue as the lie did, “I’m going to seek Pomfrey.”

He didn’t wait for a reply, only for a man to open the dining room doors for him. He swept through the halls, hand cradled to his chest, with the full intention of making his way to the castle infirmary. His found his feet straying, however. He took a turn, trotting down the staircase he had taken the previous night, not realizing where he was or what he was doing until he was already hovering in the doorway.

~

Remus all but collapsed onto the stool by the large island, letting the heat still radiating from the kitchen fireplace warm the aching muscles of his back.

“Well, that sorts it then,” Mrs. Potter, the cook, rubbed her hands together, dusting flour residue from then, “Another dinner done right, Remus, hm?”

Remus gave her a tired, half smile, “Right.”

“Splendidly done, of course!” James entered the kitchen, carefully avoiding the various things dusting the table—he was still in his valet tails—as he took the stool next to Remus, leaning over to press a kiss to his mum’s cheek, “Please tell me you saved some-“

Remus pushed a plate of three Walnut cookies towards him. James all but growled.

“You’re a saint.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Not quite.”

“I believe he was talking to me.” Mrs. Potter chuckled kindly, “I’m off for some tea and then bed. Remus, make sure that fire is out properly before you go up, yeah?”

Remus nodded, accepting a half of cookie James broke off for him. He watched her kiss her son and then exit, chewing in silence.

Remus felt the question rise back to the tip of his tongue, the one he’d almost asked at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Only it was ten times stronger now that he and James were alone.

He cleared his throat, “Um. James?”

“Hm?” James took another cookie, offering half to Remus again who shook his head this time.

“Is… Is the prince…”

James arched an eyebrow when Remus trailed off.

Remus huffed, “What’s he like exactly?”

James snorted a little, smiling and popping another bit into his mouth, “What do you think he’s like?”

“Rather rude.” Remus said before he could stop himself, “I- I just mean. He doesn’t understand much, does he?”

“About us? God, no.” He shook his head, “Barely realizes the things he says sometimes… I suppose that’s where the rudeness would come in.”

Remus nodded, silently begging James to go on. He didn’t know why he was so curious but he’d practically had to will himself to sleep last night, and even then it was restless. Even then a certain rude, condescending prince invaded his thoughts. He’d ended up coming down to make the bread an entire hour and a half early.

“But, that being said and all… he’s not all bad. He’s just…” James shrugged, “he’s sheltered, I suppose. Doesn’t have a clue what the real world’s like. I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought everyone got their breakfast served on a silver tray in bed each day.” Remus snorted with him, “But, y’know, he treats me well. If he does say something and I correct him, it takes him a minute but he apologizes-“

“You correct him?”

James waves a hand, “We’ve been together since we were kids, I’m more than allowed.”

Remus nods. James had grown up here. He tried to imagine a younger version of the boy he’d met last night playing with a servant boy. He frowned.

“Why so curious all of a sudden?”

Remus blinked, snapping out of his thoughts, “What?”

“You’ve never asked about Sirius before.”

“Oh.” Remus shifted in his chair, “I. I just- I…” For the life of him, he couldn’t think of something to say. With James still looking at him so curiously, his shoulders deflated and he sighed, “I met him. Last night.”

James’ eyebrows raised to his hairline, “Really? How?”

“I was doing the fires in the West Parlor and he walked in—I think he’d been walking all night… And- and then I burned his hand.” Remus finished miserably.

You burned his hand? With tea?”

Remus blinked, “What? No. He took it upon himself to show me how to do my job,” fresh annoyance bloomed in Remus’ chest, “and I forgot to shut the gate. Then I took him down hear and wrapped it for him-“

“Jesus, he didn’t mention any of this.” James laughed.

Remus stuttered for a moment, willing the disappointment that closed in, snuffing out the annoyance to dissipate. Why would he mention it? Sirius’ words echoed in his ears.

This is hardly a world affair

“Well. I-“ Remus huffed, “I just wondered what you thought. He started spewing all this shit about Roman myths and what the world was like and he practically assumed I didn’t have an education…” Not quite true, but Remus was suddenly a little furious at the prince. For depriving him of sleep, for the way he spoke, for the way he dressed, for everything he was. Everything he stood for. Everything Remus wasn’t.

James laughed again, shoving the last bit of cookie towards Remus, “Think you need this more than I do.”

“Shut up.” Remus fought the soft smile that played on his face.

James held his hands up in surrender and pushed back from the table, “Alright, alright. I’m going up. You need anything?”

Remus shook his head, “No, got most of everything done already. Just the fire. Might stay down here a while longer. Clean the counter… or something.”

James nodded, rapped his knuckles on the table twice, and set off for the stairs. Remus listened to his footsteps fade, and then leaned his elbows onto the table, head in his hands. He really should go to bed too. He’d had an even longer day than usual, but he was restless, mind working overdrive—annoyingly so.

Another set of footsteps approached from the main stairs leading to the house. He assumed it was a waiter, Peter maybe, and didn’t bother looking up, even when they stopped and hovered in the doorway.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Remus started so hard he banged his knee painfully into one of the pans hanging on a hook under the island. He spun, standing up and swaying slightly on his feet. He tried to ignore how hard his heart was racing at the sight he was met with, the person he had been thinking about since five this morning.

Sirius chewed on his lower lip before offering a small smile, “I keep doing that to you, I apologize.”

Remus finds himself unable to answer for a moment, eyes locked on stormy gray ones.

Sirius shifted uncomfortably, glancing downwards, and it is then that Remus realizes he’s holding his injured hand gingerly against his chest, the wrap he’d given him yesterday clumsily falling apart to reveal his knuckles, looking rubbed raw and worse off than before.

“I’m here fore further treatment.” He says matter of factly, spine straightening, “I’m afraid the pain has returned. Although I’m not sure it ever really left.”

Remus wanted to narrow his eyes at the tone. Sirius didn’t seem to be giving him an option in the matter. Instead, he sighed.

“Yes. Right. Um. Sit there.” He pushed the stool forward with his leg and busied himself with the honey and lemon like before, trying to ignore the fact that he could feel Sirius eyes on him. He took James’ seat, scooting it until he was close enough to rest Sirius’ hand on his knee, his knee that he realized too late was slotted rather snuggly between Sirius’ thighs. He cleared his throat, ignoring the heat that rose on his neck.

“You probably should have come sooner. The skin’s irritated now.”

“You’re the expert, you could’ve come to me.” Sirius pointed out.

“Right, okay, would that be before or after I was making your meals?”

He couldn’t help it. He slipped, the anger coming through. He didn’t look up to see it register in Sirius’ face. When Sirius didn’t retort, guilt started to set in. He rolled his neck a little, trying to stretch out his sore muscles, “Sorry.”

Sirius was silent for a moment longer, “It’s alright… You’re tired.”

Remus couldn’t help the slightly bitter laugh that escaped, “You’ve got that right. Didn’t sleep much last night.” No thanks to you.

“Oh.” Remus thinks he hears a small note of interest in his voice, surprise maybe, “Well. Hot water is relaxing. Might help. Maybe with some oils. Chamomile is-“

“That probably would help.” Remus interjected, only a little heatedly. He shouldn’t say it, he knows Sirius is just trying to help, maybe even make up for his snide comments if what James says about him is true, but he’s tired and confused and restless, “If we had hot water.”

He regrets the words the instant they’re out of his mouth. This time he does glance up at Sirius who, to his surprise, closed his eyes, a pained expression coming across his face. He breathed harshly out through his nose. Remus’ hands stills where they’re holding Sirius’ injured one.

“I don’t mean to do that, you know…”

And Remus’ heart speeds up a little. Because it sounds genuine enough. It’s sent racing when Sirius’ eyes blink back open slowly. He looks sorry, he really does.

“Yeah…I’m catching onto that I think.” Remus says softly.

Sirius’ teeth worry his bottom lip, “Yeah?”

Remus nodded, “Yeah.”

They stare at each other for a second longer, and Remus realizes with a start that his eyes have moved to his lips at the same time as Sirius clears his throat, glancing at the plate that was previously filled with walnut cookies. There’s still a bit of one, the bite Remus had never taken.

“I don’t suppose you’d have any more of those?” He asks timidly.

Remus looks down at Sirius’ hand, which is only half bandaged and tries to finish the job as quickly as he can, “Did you not just eat?”

“I skipped dessert. Hand hurt to bad. It’s really the least you could do since you were the cause of this…”

Remus jerks his head up, fully prepared to fucking bite Sirius’ head off, when he sees the smirk.

He rolls his eyes, not even bothering to feel off about it, and smirks back, “Yes, your highness.”

He’s surprised when Sirius’ face falls, and he looks down to his hand, retrieving it from Remus’ grasp quickly and cradling it back to his chest.

“Sirius.” Remus corrects himself quickly, and relief fills his chest when Sirius glances up once more, smile just beneath the surface, “And yeah, I think we have a few.”

ndrv3 boys with their crush making friendship bracelets - yes, it’s the boys’ crush, they’re not the s/o yet. sorry for the confusion!

This is such a cute request! I hope you like this!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • This was the first time anyone had asked him to participate in such a thing, and even better, you were the one asking!
  • He’s quick to ensure you that he’d love to participate
  • As you show him how to make the bracelets, he focuses on you completely
  • Has to ask you to repeat a few instructions because he was looking at your face and not your hands
  • Aside from that, he has no problem actually making the bracelet, but…
  • He might “accidentally” miss a few steps so that he gets to spend more time with you
  • When it’s finally finished, he can’t help looking really pleased
  • He thanks you repeatedly, and asks to take a picture with you while wearing the bracelets
  • Makes the picture his phone background

Rantarou Amami

  • When you ask him to make matching friendship bracelets, he agrees immediately
  • Insists that you get started this very minute!
  • Once the materials are gathered, he proposes his own idea: that he should make your bracelet, and you should make his!
  • You agree, letting him know that it’s probably more meaningful that way!
  • He has the sweetest, most content smile the whole time
  • Tries super hard to make a bracelet you’ll like, and it turns out perfect! He’s actually really good at stuff like this.
  • He absolutely treasures the bracelet you give him
  • He also spends at least a week after positioning his wrist so the bracelet is conspicuous enough that others will ask him about it

Kokichi Ouma

  • “You want to make matching bracelets with me? Really?!”
  • 0 to 100 real quick
  • Not only does he agree, he demands to make friendship bracelets with you right now
  • You’re used to his antics by now, so of course you don’t mind
  • Ouma probably takes complete control
  • Even if he doesn’t know exactly how to make a bracelet, he’s going to make one, damn it! No, he doesn’t need an explanation!

  • Okay, maybe he’ll let you explain a few things. Just because he doesn’t want you to feel left out. Or so he says.
  • He gets super into it, though!
  • Asks what your favorite color is, and makes sure the bracelets are filled with both of your favorite colors!
  • He also adds charms that remind him of you!
  • When you’re both finished, he’s completely delighted.
  • If he’s ever in an argument with anyone regarding you, he’ll bring up the bracelet. No matter what the argument is about. “Yeah, well, look at this! This proves I’m their best friend, so there!”
  • You’ve given him too much power

Shuuichi Saihara

  • “Eh? Friendship bracelets? With me?”
  • He’s super flattered that you asked him of all people
  • He considers you a good friend, but it’s really nice to know the feeling is mutual!
  • One of the feelings anyway
  • He patiently listens to your explanation before getting started
  • He focuses so intently on this small task! He’s even biting his lip in concentration… He’s taking it so seriously!!
  • There’s one small part he can’t seem to get, though
  • So you take his hand and guide him through the motions
  • He was not prepared for this
  • Cue blush
  • He’s flustered for the rest of the time you work on the bracelets, and can’t look you in the eye for very long
  • When you’re done, he thanks you about five times and promises to wear it at least twice before leaving
  • He’ll be thinking about the feeling of your hand on his for a while after….

Kaito Momota

  • He actually comes to you to ask if you’ll make a friendship bracelet with him
  • He says it’s because he wants to spend more time with you (and he’s definitely not lying)
  • How could you say no!
  • Momota doesn’t actually know how to make bracelets, but he figures it can’t be that hard.
  • Wait, why can’t he use yarn to make a bracelet?
  • Where did he even get yarn
  • “Okay, let’s get back on track..”
  • The bracelet he made may not be the nicest to look at…. But it comes from the heart and that’s what matters!
  • And look! He even found some star-shaped beads to add to yours!
  • That means he has to make the obligatory “because you’re out of this world!” remark
  • What a dork
  • But you had such a great time with him that you don’t mind at all!

Kiibo

  • Kiibo asks if you’ll make friendship bracelets with him! Yay!
  • …Because he wants to learn more about human customs! Oh…
  • When he notices your disappointment, he quickly admits that it’s also because he feels very close and safe with you, and was hoping you felt the same way…
  • You agree to make bracelets with him!
  • He’s super pumped up about it!!
  • Insists that you use the same beads/charms so as to match perfectly, although he lets you pick almost all of them
  • He does fine in making his own bracelet, until he breaks the entire string and has to start over from scratch
  • He actually apologizes for taking up your time, but he’s ridiculously happy when you tell him you’re enjoying yourself!
  • When they’re finished, he proudly tells you he’s never taking his off!

Gonta Gokuhara

  • “Friendship bracelets? What are those?”
  • When you explain the concept to him, he’s over the moon about it!
  • Probably says something that completely gives away his feelings, like “I’m more than happy to do anything that makes me closer to you!”
  • The word ‘subtlety’ is not in Gonta’s dictionary
  • While actually making the bracelets, he makes a few mistakes
  • The beads are so tiny! His hands are so big! It’s not the best combination!
  • But he doesn’t mind that at all
  • The end result is not the most graceful-looking bracelet, but it’s very cute and you’re pleased!
  • That means Gonta is super pleased!
  • Every time he sees you wearing the bracelet, he breaks out in a big grin!

Ryouma Hoshi

  • He’s a bit taken aback, but at the same time he’s really pleased
  • Maybe this means he actually has a chance with you? Since you seem to actually care for him
  • He’s never done anything like this before, though
  • It doesn’t take too long for him to finish his own bracelet since his wrist is so tiny
  • He spends the rest of your time together watching you put yours together!
  • He offers advice, too! He wants it to look perfect, since you’ll be the one wearing it
  • When you’re both finished, he immediately wants you to try it on
  • He’s so happy to see you wearing it that he almost forgets to put on his own
  • From then on, one of the first things he does whenever he sees you is to check your wrist for the bracelet
  • You’re always wearing it, and it makes him feel super warm inside
  • You’ve made him happier than you’ll ever know!
Detective Conan 998 Spoilers [English Translation]
  • [So… How are we going to find him?]
  • A: The man with a kid that picked up the Higo-senshu charm your friend dropped on the train…
  • A: Far as I can see, the kid and the dad are both pretty tan…
  • Ay: Really!
  • G: Pitch black!
  • M: Maybe…  they were going to swim in the ocean?

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Only Mine (M)

WARNING: Jealousy, Language.

REQUEST: Jungkook’s gf (a 96 liner) still owns and uses things give to her from her previous boyfriend. Jungkook eventually gets jealous and shows her who “owns” her now.

WORD COUNT: 1.8K

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Okay so the first time I wrote this my computer decided it wanted to crash on me, it hurts man. It’s so much better the second time to be honest. IT STILL HURT THOUGH.  ANYWAY Jungcock needs to stay in his lane, like honestly. Hope you all enjoy my first scenario <3 Tell me how I did!

-Admin Flower (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Originally posted by spongecakechimchim

You had just returned to your shared apartment after a night at the bar with one of your friends from work. You only had one drink while your co-worker had several; you didn’t drink often but after hearing your co-worker had recently broken up with his girlfriend of three years. Simply put you felt bad for the big guy because losing your boyfriend, Jungkook, would destroy you too.

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Being around kids is sadly validating that heteronormativity is so hurtful to lgbt+ kids or all kids for that matter

A 4 year old girl I babysat told me about an adorable girl in her gymnastics class that she likes. She literally asked me “are girls allowed to marry other girls because I wanna marry Abby?”

-I couldn’t say anything bc I met her parents through church and I’d probably lose my babysitting job

Same girl told me she wished she was a boy so she could marry a girl. Like the poor little girl isn’t allowed to know she can marry a girl she likes bc why?

I remember when my cousin was younger we had a “girl” elf on the shelf and our elf one night showed up in a little christmas tree with an elsa barbie and my cousin was convinced that our elf and elsa were married. Like it was the cutest thing ever but our uncle literally told her they cant get married because thats illegal. She freaking comes back with “ They got married in the north pole so it’s not illegal.” like kids can make shit up just like adults can. He just kept arguing with her. A grown man fighting with a 7 year old because she has a healthy imagination? ok.

My cousin who’s 6 has been begging me since he could talk to paint his nails and do his makeup. He has adhd and is literally the most energetic child, will not sit through a movie but will watch me do my makeup for an hour, mesmerized.

I played pretend salon with him the other day and he was so happy but the actual saddest thing when he heard my door open he jumped scared that someone would come yell at him for being happy and doing something he likes. HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?

-I can’t let him actually paint his nails or put on makeup because when I do I get in trouble and so will he

Same little boy told me the other day he wishes he was a girl. He asked me if I ever wanted to be a boy. I answered honestly and told him yes.

-I tried not to elaborate much so he wouldn’t get in trouble for repeating it. Do you know how much I wanted to tell this child that he’s feeling such a common thing though? or that he doesnt even have to be a girl to wear makeup or paint his nails? or if he does want to be a girl then thats OK??

THE MOST FUCKED PART IS ITS ALL MADE UP. Gender roles/stereotypes are made up and they are hurting our children.

Like come on people! These kids have had only heterosexual media shoved down their throats their whole existence, yet they still have these questions and feelings!!! and I’m telling you the children i’m talking about are sheltered catholic kids who have no exposure to anything promoting positivity towards lgbt+ people. How are these feelings so unnatural if children who know NOTHING about gay people/culture have these questions.

Maybe parents don’t see this because they are so heavily clouded by their upbringings. or these kids trust me because i’m their babysitter/cousin and they know I won’t yell at them for asking valid fucking questions. Idk how parents are so blind that they can’t see they’re hurting their own children.

How does my mom still refer to my potential future life partner as he him your future husband man when I don’t even fucking know. Why can’t we let our kids discover these things themselves????

ps. I know gender identity is not the same as sexuality I’m not sure if I miss worded anything, if so I’ll change it.

Marichat May: What if...

Calendar

FF.net/Ao3

A reverse crush ;3

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Marinette practically had a heart attack as Chat dropped down in front, just starting to greet eagerly, “Well hello Purr-” only to get cut off as she jerked back, scrambling to get away from the sudden appearance of her crush.

Unsurprisingly, she tripped over her own feet.

Chat in turn reacted in alarm. “OhmygoshMarinetteareyouok?!” he asked frantically as she fell on her butt, reaching to help her up.

“Ye-yes!” she squawked, going tomato red as he pulled her up. “Yes! I, I’m pretty boy—PRETTY GOOD! I MEAN PRETTY GOOD! Yes! That, that’s what I, I meant…”

She withdrew, shrinking down and covering her red face, so very much flustered.

Why did she think this was a good idea?

This was not a good idea.

Why did she think this was a good idea?!

Chat, catching her words with his great hearing, grinned in delight. He leaned closer to her, repeating with a teasing purr, “Did I hear you say pretty boy?”

Marinette squeaked and giggled sheepishly.

Oh no.

He heard.

God, Tikki, whoever else was out there; have mercy on her for she has no idea how she was going to get through this night with Evillustrator.

I'm done y'all.

Yes.
I am bisexual.

Yes.
I do like girls and boys.

And yes,
I do shout at the top of my lungs saying, “I’M GAY AS FUUUUuuuUUUCK.”

But that does not mean I’m comfortable with you calling me lesbian.

I am not lesbophobic.

I repeat, I am not lesbophobic.

But calling me-a bisexual-a lesbian, is like calling a transboy a girl.

It doesn’t work-and it makes me uncomfortable.

To anyone who is bisexual and is comfortable being called a lesbian-that’s perfectly fine.

But not everyone girl who likes other girls-is a lesbian.

Just like how not every boy likes every single girl he meets.

And just like how not every single person who has a vagina, is a woman.

I’m not trying to sound like some radical, tumblr feminist-but most of the time-its guys who call me a lesbian. I actually have yet to hear a girl call me a lesbian.

So to all the guys at my school who say they support LGBT+ because they’re friends with me-you need to stop. You don’t support to the LGBT+ just because you’re friends with me. You support the LGBT+ by defending our rights and treating us with proper respect.

So please don’t call this bisexual a lesbian.

Becoming Part of the Family

George Washington x Reader ft. kiddo hamilsquad

Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Sequel to: Meeting the Family

Words: 842

Request: Not to bother but is there a planned sequel to your meeting the boys GWash fic? I thought I was so cute! I would adore you even more if you could continue something there 😘 -anon

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve! I hope this is what you were looking for when you requested lovely! Anyways, I hope you guys have had a wonderful holiday season! If we haven’t wrote your holiday request yet, you can expect it out very soon! Love you guys!


“Wake up! Wake up! It’s Christmas! Santa came and we need to see what he got us!” You were woken by seven boys jumping on the bed you and George were snuggled in.

“What time is it?” George groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“It’s about eight o’clock, but why would that matter? Santa came!” Alex screeched, trying to pull George out of the bed. Laf was on your side of the bed trying to do the same.

“I wonder what Santa got you, (Y/N)?” Laf asked, his eyes lighting up at the thought of presents. “If I had the money, I would have gotten you a real nice present.”

“Thank you, Laf.” You smiled down at him, getting out of the bed slowly.

“We are not getting up this early.” George protested, sighing at the pouting boys gathered around his bed.

“But Dad, it’s Christmas! Don’t you want to see what Santa’s brought us all?” Thomas protested, tugging at his George’s arms.

“(Y/N), tell him!” John begged, giving you the best puppy dog eyes he had.

“George, what do you want them to do? Sit around a couple hours while you sleep? We both know they’re not going to let you get anymore sleep.” You said, the boys cheering at your sass.

“Ugh, fine.” George huffed, getting out of the comfy bed.

“Yay! PRESENTS!” James yelled loudly, which led to a terrible coughing fit.

After making sure James was okay, all of you raced down the stairs to be met with piles of presents under a beautiful Christmas tree. George hadn’t let you help take the presents out the night before. He had gone down while you were sleeping and didn’t want to wake you.

“Oh my God! Look at all the presents!” Aaron called, trying to push other people out of his way so he could get down the stairs first.

“Wow, you sure went all out George.” You said in awe, watching the boys gather around the tree and wait impatiently for the two of you to join them.

“Only the best for my boys and my girl.” George pressed a kiss to your forehead, sitting next to you and Alex under the tree.

“Dad, this year can (Y/N) be our Santa?” John asked, glancing between you and the presents.

“She sure can. Just pass the presents out in any order you want.” George smiled as you got up and began to rummage through the presents to decide which would be the first to be opened.

“Okay, this one is for Hercules!” You announced, handing a box wrapped in blue wrapping paper to him.

“Oh my God! It’s the new sewing machine I wanted! Thank you!” Herc’s screamed, his voice full of excitement.

The day went on with excited cheers and squeaks from the boys. They were excited about each present they got, even the socks. Maybe, all that mattered to them was that they actually got a present. You knew that the orphanages and foster homes they had come from hadn’t offered them that much.

“Well, that’s it fellas. No more presents are to be found.” You said sadly, it had been so much fun to watch them open up all their presents.

“What about that one?” Thomas asked, crawling under the tree to grab a small box.

“Oh, I didn’t see that one. There’s no name on it. Do you know who this one’s for, George?” You turned to see him sweating and looking more scared than you’d ever seen him before.

“Let me see it.” He took the box from you hands and smiled a little at the sight of it. “This one’s for you, (Y/N).”

“Me?” You asked.

“Yes, now open it.” George chuckled, the boys giggling with him.

You undid the wrapping to find a blue velvet box. Inside the box was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. You gasped as you realized that this was in fact an engagement ring.

“(Y/N) (L/N), we’ve been dating for over a year now. I brought you here because I wanted to see if you could become part of our family and you can. I never want to spend another day of my life without you because I love you. Will you marry me?” George asked, tears springing to both your eyes and his.

“Yes!” You cried, hugging him tightly to you and peppering kisses on his faces.

“Wait! Does that mean that you’re going to stay forever?” Laf asked, repeating the question he asked when you first met.

“I don’t think I could ever leave.” You giggled.

In an instant the boys were attacking you and George with hugs. They were shouting questions about the wedding and if there would be more children and such. You couldn’t think of a happier Christmas you’ve ever had. This was the family you had always dreamed of.

“I love you.” George mouthed to you over the seven rambunctious boys.

“I love you too.” You mouthed back with a smile.

SMTM6 Ep 2 Favorite Moments/Highlights/Thoughts

- “Let me do it again” repeated 3 times lol

- Hangzoo cheering his boys Geegoin and Boi B it’s too cute ♥ Their friendship is goals

- ZICO being extra cute when he gave Hangzoo the necklace

- Sleepy’s soft “ye” at the end though i love him

- The face of horror in other applicants faces when Tiger JK met  Double K

- The narcissism of American rappers made everything better tbh

- ZICO saying “Children’s Day” when asked what day it was is my aesthetic

- “They’ve been using this sofa for three years” loool

- That “show me the connection” comment about ZICO and Penomeco being on the same crew got me dead idk why

- Punchnello enjoying Penomeco’s performance is my religion

- Pecomeno’s fire celebration was too cute :’) 

- The rivalry between Junoflo and Hash Swan is still strong

- Black Nine was so lit omfg

- Na Sangwook: “I bought this top yesterday” lmao why is he like this??? (but he was so good at first why is he so unfortunate :(

- “He’s not even your child why are you like that?” I love Choiza so muchh

- Forget what I said, Ignito scaring the hell out of other contestants is my new aesthetic

- Ignito sitting next to Kebee and getting all sad and stuff after Kebee failed it’s too pure I love Ignito

- I would love it if Ignito performed something more hardcore tbh but still it was sooo good and the fire show at the ending got me speechless

- Woo Wonjae is so dark I love it and everyone was cheering on him omg

- ZICO about Truedy: “She got worse” lmao I’m dead

- Other Producers: “Dean say something” 

ZICO: “Dean doesn’t need to talk, he’s good-looking” 

- Woodie Go Child special “pa pa brrr” and “yh ha”

- Killagramz is too cute for this world

- Sikboy: “better check my style”

ZICO: *immediately presses the fail button*

- Rekstizzy’s “yaaah”

- Woochan is so smol but so badass howwww

- Digili: “Aren’t you going to clap?”

“Producers: *slow clapping*

- Okay, someone shut Digili’s mouth please he’s ruining his chance to win without even starting (yet he’s so weird and sassy omg)

- Dean: “I can imagine the waiting room being like ‘Wow’ when  they hear the Jakdu beat” 

Meanwhile,everyone in the living room: “Wow”

- Punchnello clapping like a seal after Nucksal’s performance is me

- ZICO appreciating Young B and the cross earrings trend is really sweet actually

- No:el started off so well omg, why was he so anxious, I want to hug him

- I’ve already lost count of how many times Jay Park said “Let’s get it”

I thought this would be a one-shot ficlet thing but guess who is accidentally very invested in mafia grandson Yuri and his bodyguard. Consider this an opening mini chapter. Oops. 

Inspiration solely from @kawaiilo-ren‘s amazing art which can be seen here.
(I am weak for this AU.) 



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The Kitchens - Ancient

So this is the first chapter of the ancient version of The Kitchens… not sure exactly what time period but some time in that kind of medieval high point of kings and queens. ENJOY!


Sirius set out for the West parlor, wondering if maybe he could sleep a while on one of the couches. His bare feet were cool against the July-warmed stone, even at night. He wished he could enjoy this more like he usually did, with the absence of prying eyes. But his head ached, spinning with thoughts of the ever-looming events that summer’s end promised. There were fall’s many festivals, hunting trips. And among these things, a bride. He’d be eighteen in November. He’d known what eighteen meant for as long as he could remember. It was inevitable, like a pressing weight on his chest. He could hear his mother’s voice in his head: Alliances are needed, Sirius. You’ll be a King one day and you’ll need a powerful Queen at your side. And besides, fall weddings are lucky.

Sirius rubbed at his eyes, huffing as he turned blindly into the room he knew to well, only to find it bathed in a soft warm glow. He let his hand drop to his side, taken off guard by the light-soaked walls, and he froze. Because there was a boy there. His heels were coming out of his shoes as he crouched over the softly roasting coals of the beginning of one of the Black castle’s many fires. Sirius realized he’d been standing there too long to make any sort of proper introduction too late.

Of all the words in his grand vocabulary, his mind decided to settle on, “Oh.”

The boy jumped. He went to stand up too fast and ended up thumping his head painfully against the brick under edge of the fireplace. Sirius cursed at the same time the boy did.

“Christ James, I told you to do the East Wing-“

The boy spoke at the same time that he turned. He cut off just as he saw Sirius.

“Oh.” He inhaled sharply, eyes widening for a fraction of a second, “My Lord. I didn’t realize…”

And Sirius watched it happen, just as it always did. He watched the boy’s back straighten, he watched the front go up.

Sirius huffed, annoyed. He made his way around the sofa slowly, fingers trailing against the plush fabric as he did, “Didn’t realize I’d be in my own castle?”

The boy frowned. He looked like he wanted to narrow his eyes but thought better of it, “Not at these hours. My Lord.” He added the last part hastily, half-heartedly, and a bit heatedly.

“I’d ask you the same question.” Sirius did narrow his eyes. He was allowed to.

The boy looked like he was biting his tongue before he spoke, “I was to light the fires this morning, my Lord.”

Sirius froze, expression flickering, “Morning?”

The boy glanced out the window briefly, “Morning, my Lord.”

Sirius followed his eyes, only to see that it was morning. He blinked at the dawning sky, the world still pink, and cleared his throat, “Oh.”

“Have-“ The boy hesitated until Sirius looked back at him. His expression slightly softer but guarded still, “have you been out all night? Around the castle? My Lord.”

Sirius hesitated, then sighed, rubbing his face, “You don’t have to add that after every sentence.” He pressed his thumbs into his eyes, as if trying to rub the fatigue out, before looking back at the boy. He had flour on his cheek, a bit of ash on his temple.

“Yes.” He looked back out the window, “I guess so.”

He didn’t think he’d been walking all night and yet there was the sun, peaking over the mountains.

The boy crouched down, scraping the iron fire poker back up and prodding at the coals with it, “Sometime on your mind, my Lord?”

Sirius jerked his head downward, “I said-“

But he stopped, words catching in his throat. He shouldn’t admit it, really he couldn’t admit it- not out loud anyways- but, now that he was looking, the boy was a bit of a beautiful sight. Maybe it was just the firelight, or lack of sleep, but the thought sprang to the front of Sirius’ mind so quickly he just… thought it.

He shifted, clearing his throat, “No.” He meant to turn away, maybe leave, but instead he sat down, “No. I simply lost track of time.”

The fire light made the boy’s eyes look like a a pot of melting amber when he turned towards Sirius, expression forwardly quizzical, “Yes, my Lord.”

Sirius frowned, “Do you not know my name?”

The boy raised an eye brow, “My Lord?”

“Do you not know my name.” Sirius repeated, “Is that why you refuse to use it, even upon my request?”

It was still quite dark, but Sirius could have sworn the boy flushed. He turned back to poking the fire.

“You know, you aren’t doing that right.”

The boy kept poking, not looking away, “I’m not usually in charge of the fires.” He mumbled.

Sirius leaned forward, “No, you see, they aren’t going to stay alight like that. Didn’t you- no, stop, stop.” Sirius swiftly moved to crouch next to the boy, putting his hand over his on the poker, “Watch. You need it to be…” He guided their hands to push the embers towards the center, “Like such. That way the smoke goes up and the heat goes out. See now?”

“I… Yes. How did you…”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “I’m royal, not helpless.”

“That’s not what Sam says.”

Sirius did his best to look aghast but it ended as more of a smile, “That’s how you address your superiors?”

The boy grinned, “A moment ago you were begging me to call you Sirius.”

Sirius turned sharply away from the coals, taken off guard. He tightened his grip on the iron. It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard his name from a servant’s mouth before. Sam, his valet, called him Sirius. He had just never heard his name quite like that. Soft, gentile. The way this boy said it… it almost made him sound like a good person. The boy seemed to roll his eyes a little, surprising a smile.

“So the truth is out. You do know my name.”

He wrapped his arms around his knees, watching the coals. His sandy hair flopped nicely into his eyes, “Everyone in the world probably knows your name.”

Sirius laughed softly, “I think you’re sorely misjudging the size of the world.”

The boy looked at him, features extraordinarily soft in the firelight. Sirius’ heart caught.

“That wouldn’t surprise me.” He said quietly, “It isn’t like I’ve seen any of it.”

“S’not that great, really.” Sirius said softly. It was, but Sirius wasn’t about to say that. He cleared his throat instead, “Well, I should-“

He cut himself off again, this time with a curse. He tumbled back on his heels, the poker clattering to the floor, his left hand burning.

“Fuck-“ He unclenched his fist, seeing an angry red mark already forming across his knuckles.

The boy cursed, “Shit, the coals. I forgot to put the gate up- one rolled out- I- your highness-“

“I’m fine,” Sirius grit his teeth, trying his best to smile, “It’s just a little hot, I-“

“Oh come off it, that’s more than a little hot-” The second the words were out of the boy’s mouth his eyes were wide, “Oh god. I-“

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Sirius resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the your highness, at the horror on the boy’s face when he’d slipped and spoken to Sirius like a normal person.

The boy pressed his lips together, the hollows of his cheeks pink. He directed his gaze to Sirius’ injured hand, “We should really get something for that.”

Sirius nodded, “You can rouse Pomfrey for me?”

The boy stood, “I think I can help you, actually… if you like.” He offered Sirius a hesitant hand.

Sirius took it. He didn’t even think about it, he just let this boy pull him up, cradling his injured one to his chest, “I don’t even know your name.”

The boy arched an eyebrow, “I’m sure I can help either way.”

Sirius suppressed a smile, “You know mine.”

“Everyone knows yours.”

Sirius stood up ridiculously straight, holding his nose in the air accentuating his posh accent, “Sir, your prince is asking your name-”

The boy snorted, “Merlin, it’s Remus, it’s Remus.” He turned, leading the way out of the room, “Now stop that…”

“Like the myth?” Sirius followed him.

“What myth?”

“The Roman one. With the wolf.”

Remus glanced behind him, “What?”

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, “Didn’t you learn it in school?”

Remus raised an eyebrow as Sirius fell into stride with him, “You’re assuming I went to school.”

Sirius’ steps faltered, “I- oh.”

“Not all of us grow up in castles, not to mention princes.”

Sirius glanced at Remus’ profile as they walked down the servant’s staircase. It was hard to read, “I didn’t mean any offense.” Sirius offered.

Remus sent him a small smile, “And yet…”

Sirius suddenly felt very aware of his words, his accent, even his attire, all in comparison to Remus. He felt overdressed in his maroon robe, the gold embroidery feeling flashy and unnecessary next to Remus’ plain white shirt, littered with stains from work.

Remus shook his head gently at him as they entered the kitchen, “I’m joking. It’s alright, you didn’t know,” he nodded towards the countertop, “sit there.”

Sirius rubbed at the back of his neck, “I suppose I should have known…” His eyes widened, “I mean-“

Remus rolled his eyes, “Sit.”

“-not that I would assume you didn’t have an education-“

Sit, Sirius.”

Sirius pushed himself up onto the counter, silently kicking himself. He watched wordlessly as Remus set ingredients out on the counter next to him. Honey, and a lemon.

“Well… this is odd.”

Remus looked at Sirius, “You’ve never seen this before?”

Sirius shook his head.

Remus smirked, slicing the lemon in half, “Well, you’re obviously not learning everything with that education of yours, are you?”

Sirius grinned back, relieved.

Remus held his palm out, “Give your hand here.”

Sirius glanced nervously at the lemon, “Won’t that hurt?”

Remus huffed out a laugh, reaching and grabbing Sirius’ injury for himself, “What do you think the honey’s for? It will only sting for a moment…”

He trailed off as he gently pressed the the cross section of the lemon across Sirius’ slightly blistered knuckles. Sirius hissed, then tried to turn it into a cough. He pointedly ignored Remus’ smirk.

Remus’ fingers were cool against the irritated skin around the burn, and Sirius drew his lip between his teeth as Remus carefully smeared a bit of honey over the aching cut. The thick paste relieved the throbbing to a duller pain.

“Merlin.”

Remus wiped his hands on a kitchen rag, “More useful than a Roman myth, huh?”

Sirius groaned, “I apologized.”

“Is that how world affairs are settled then? Apologies?” Remus smiled, producing a bandage from the same cupboard the honey had come from. His long fingers worked nimbly as he wraps Sirius’ hand.

“There. If it starts to hurt again, I- or I mean Madame Pomfrey can-“

“I’ll find you if it hurts.” Sirius said, sliding from the counter.

Remus nodded slowly, “Right.”

Sirius drummed his fingers on the countertop, looking down at Remus, “Right.”

Remus glanced around Sirius nervously, “People will probably be waking soon.”

Sirius nodded, although he hadn’t really heard what Remus had said. They were standing quite close, “Right…”

Remus seemed a bit breathless when he spoke again, “We have to prepare your breakfast…”

Sirius arched an eyebrow, “Do you prepare the breakfast?”

Remus huffed out a laugh, “I prepare your breakfast.”

Sirius smiled slowly, “Really?”

Remus shrugged one shoulder, “When you take it in your room at least. Which is-“

“-most days.” Sirius finished, laughing, “But how do you know?”

Remus shook his head, confused, “Know?”

“That I’m having it upstairs.”

Remus paused for a moment, as if waiting for Sirius to continue, or to laugh. Then his eyebrows raised very high to his hairline and he let out a burst of laughter, “Honestly?”

Sirius stepped back a step, “What?”

Remus shook his head again, reaching out and catching Sirius’ wrist either to keep himself steady in his laughter, or to keep Sirius from moving away, “No- No, I’m sorry,” he gasped, “It’s just… you really don’t know how we work down here, do you?”

Sirius shuffled uncomfortably, trying not to jostle his hand too much. He didn’t want Remus to let go, “Well…” He tried to think of some excuse, shrugging, “When I come down here everyone stops working to ask what I want!”

“They’re suppose to do that.” Remus points out.

“Yes, but that explains why I don’t know how it works!” Sirius spluttered.

Remus smiled, “Fine, fine… Lord, I’m sitting here arguing with a Prince… Sam tells me.”

Sirius, fully prepared for a defense again, deflated some, “Oh.” He contemplated for a moment, “Well, I guess I should have thought of that.”

Remus shrugged, eyes still teasing, “I guess.”

There was a creak from the floorboards above causing both boys to look up, then back down at each other. They were nearly nose to nose, and Sirius quite enjoyed that he had to look down a bit to meet Remus’ eyes.

“You need to go.”

“Kicking a royal out?”

Remus rolled his eyes, “You need to go your highness.”

He guided Sirius somewhat forcefully to the door as footsteps quickly approached the staircase.

“Hey.”

Remus froze in his act of shutting the door, only Sirius’ face visible from the other side.

“What?” He said impatiently.

“The eggs are always perfect.”

Sirius grinned at the eye roll he received before the door was shut in his face.

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[prompt: au phil is a gay sex phone operator and curious teen dan becomes one of his regulars (2009)]

i may or may not have named this after shiloh’s song…………….. what a classic!!!

oohoohohoho i saw this on dandongs and i was like “ooh let me like write this real quick” and i wrote it in a day so sry if its shit

also, thank you for 800 followers????? omg what like im literally a shoe like i dont even know why you guys follow me and read my fics damn thank you!!!!

(i apologize if your name is lindsey or darren btw and my definition of twink is not the actual definition so if you dont know what a twink is pls go over to urbandictionary.com or something)

[Contains: phone sex (ooooh this is new), tons of dirty talk, name calling, vibrator usage (what), 2009!phan, literally just dirty talk tbh, a lil bit of fluff at the end maybe]

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