#please this isn’t even good writing it’s messy and boring and unnecessary

[pixiesnooze]

i dislike stories that seem inconclusive ??? like idk how to put it but like when stuff is constantly happening to the main characters with no break like we have barely resolved one conflict and we are onto the next like conflict 16 through to 67 are unresolved and you just introduced conflict 69 like lay it to rest im bored now im not even entertained anymore

[i-need-entertainment]

Insecure

Character: Akaashi x reader (exes/enemies to lovers)

**Due to the plagiarism that’s been going on especially on tumblr, i’d like to say that 1) it is not acceptable, and will not be tolerated. 2) I am incredibly petty, for your own benefit do not plagiarize my stuff. 3) The anon who requested this referenced a post I saw a while ago about the reader being insecure about her/Akaashi’s relationship because he was being shipped w/ Bokuto, I tried looking for the post but I couldn’t find it. If anyone can, please send me the link so I can link it!! NOW, I am in no way basing the oneshot off of that, yes it will be stemmed from the readers insecurities but I’m going to change it a little bit because I know I would never want to have my work stolen, and I would never want to, even unintentionally, do that to someone else. So, while this is in no way based off of, a continuation of or a sequel to, I don’t want to cause any unnecessary drama **

*EDIT: The post I was talking about above can be found here.*

Warnings: reader is insecure, angsty but not really cause it’s all okay in the end~

Thank you so much to the anon who requested this!! I’m really excited to write this!

“...I think it’s best if we break up..I just..I don’t think it’s working out anymore so...I’m sorry K-..Akaashi...Goodbye.” 

Akaashi groaned as his hands came up to his face, dragging them down until they flopped at his sides. He rolled over to check the time, ‘5:24′. Sighing he sat up from where he was laying down on the bed, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. Figuring there was no use in moping around, he got out of his bed, fixing the covers and stretching his back out. It’s been 3 weeks since you had broken up with Akaashi, and 3 weeks later he still didn’t know why. 

He had spent the first week wondering why? Did you find someone better? Did he make a big mistake? But everytime he tried to think of something- anything, nothing came up. He had done his best to be a good boyfriend. He given you as much time to send with you as he could, he remembered all of the important dates, and he always listened to you. And it’s not like it was one sided either! You had been a good girlfriend, you made him so happy, and you treated him well! Which is why you breaking up with him, out of nowhere, had been so painful to him. And he still didn’t know why. 

He was hoping that at the very least the two of you could be friends, I mean, it would be ideal. You were the 2nd year manager and he was the vice-captain. But the past 3 weeks have been tense...and your relationship has declined. It was like you couldn’t stand each other! 

It had all started with one snide remark, from who neither of you can remember, but you both claim it was the other. What had once been a healthy and happy relationship was now filled with glares and snarky comments. It caught the team off guard how, for lack of a better word, nasty the relationship had gotten between you two. You often bickered in practice, and over the littlest of things. You sneered at each other in the hallways and refused to do so much as acknowledge the other’s presence at lunch. And from what the team alone had witnessed, they figured it was probably better that way. 

But the most frustrating thing by far was that no one knew why you two didn’t work. Well...one person knew, you did. But whenever you were asked about it you always said ‘things just didn’t work’ and with the growing divide between you and Akaashi, it was getting easier to believe. That is for everyone who isn’t Akaashi. 

He walked into the gym, it was still a little dark outside since it was just before 6 AM. He unlocked the door and walked into the gym, pausing when he was met with only one other person. “...Good morning L/n..” You grumbled as you turned around, water bottles in hand while you put a ‘smile’ on your face. “Good morning to you Akaashi.” Narrowing your eyes at each other you brushed past him, walking towards the hallway so you could fill up the water bottles. 

Maybe it was the early morning, maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe it was the sheer frustration of everything that’s happened to him over the past 3 weeks. Whatever it was, something about the way you nonchalantly strutted past him really hit a nerve. Blue eyes forming an intimidating glare he grabbed your elbow, not too tight of course even if you weren’t on great terms you knew he’d never harmfully lay his hands on you. Ignoring the protests you gave him and the sound of empty water bottles falling to the floor, he led you to the storage closet, opening the door and closing it behind him when you both had entered it, albeit one of you wasn’t very happy. 

“Akaashi, let me out.” You shut your mouth when you saw the intense look he was giving you, the kids you heard about at Date Tech were nothing compared to the iron wall in front of you, steel blue eyes boring fiercely into yours. “Not until you tell me why we really broke up.” As he spoke, he very slowly backed you up to the storage closet’s wall. You sighed and brought your arms to cross over your chest, “I told you, we just didn’t work.” He scoffed, “Yeah, because you dumped me out of nowhere and never even told me why.” You opened your mouth to retaliate but decided it’d be best to stay quiet. “Why won’t you tell me what went wrong!?” He sighed, one of his hands briefly reaching up to tug at his messy black hair. “Why won’t you tell me what I did wrong?!?” Shaking your head, you felt your pulse quicken. 

“Because you didn’t DO anything wrong!” His eyes widened at your outburst, concern overtaking him as tears began to slip down your cheeks. “I-...I knew what people said about me, how they thought I wasn’t good enough, that they thought you could do better-” “But you know none of that is true, you know I don’t believe it-” “I do...I believe it...” You sniffled as you used the sleeve of your track jacket to wipe away the tears that had fallen, Akaashi falling silent as you continued to speak. “...I didn’t think I was good enough...good for you...I...I thought it would be better for you if we didn’t see each other.” 

Too caught up in your own head, you missed the few steps Akaashi took, standing right in front of you and pulling you to him, kissing your head as you cried into his shoulder. In a low voice, he spoke. “...But you never asked what I thought...because if you had, I would have gotten to tell you just how perfect you are for me.” He pulled away so he could hold your face in his hands, softly smiling as you tried to calm yourself down. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice...I must’ve been a pretty bad boyfriend if I didn’t see how much you were hurting..” Quickly shaking your head you made sure he knew that was not the case. 

“No, it’s not on you- oh gosh it’s definitely not on you! You were so good to me, and I just didn’t think I was good enough for you...but I also didn’t think about you felt...I’m so sorry Keiji.” He smiled as he gently brought you back into his arms, sighing in bliss when you wrapped yours around him. “....and i’m really sorry for being a jerk....I thought if you hated me it’d be easier to leave me behind..but that still doesn’t make it okay...” He tried to hide the smile that formed as he faked a sigh, “Yeah, you were really quite rude...” He only chuckled when you laughed and shook your head. “But all joking aside, it’s good to know you don’t actually hate me, cause I don’t hate you...and I don’t think I ever could.”

He stood there for a minute, trying to comprehend that this was real, this was actually happening. You were finally back in his arms. “Can we...try again? I promise to watch out for your feelings, I never want you to think or feel that way about yourself again.” You looked up to him, “..Are you sure...?” He smiled as he nodded, “I’m sure.” You smiled and nodded your head as you returned your head to his chest. “..Okay...thank you Keiji..”He smiled, holding you closer, cause this time he was not going to let you slip through his fingers. 

Losing you was the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. But getting you back? Is the biggest blessing he could have ever dreamed of. Relationships fail, it happens. Sometimes for the right reasons, most times for the wrong ones. But as you and Akaashi held each other that much tighter you both knew this second chance you’ve been given will not go to waste.

[youalexturnermeon]

Warm Beer and Cold Women Pt. 4 (Johnny Lawrence x Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Request: Hi! I absolutely love your work and I was wondering if I could get a Cobra Kai Johnny imagine where the reader is a bartender and starts crushing on him since he’s a regular and he flirts with her all the time and she pretends to hate it but she actually loves it? by Anon

A/N: This is the fourth and final part of the request in which I really got too carried away. Anyways, I hope you are happy with the outcome. Enjoy

Warnings: badass reader, drinking, DUI, swearing, angst, fluff, suggestive writing

Wordcount: 2722

“I’m sorry it’s so messy” Johnny said apologetically when he opened the door to his apartment for you and you curiously took a peek inside “Like I said before, my life isn’t that great right now. But since I finally got you over here which I thought would never happen because you’re such a hard nut to crack, it is actually not too bad. I’m glad you’re here.”

You laughed when he grinned at you, you could clearly see that he was getting better or maybe it was just the booze kicking in turning the switch from sad drunk to happy.

“Don’t get too comfortable with me being around. I won’t stay long.”

“But that also means that you’re staying for at least little a while.” Johnny said and heavily sat down on the couch patting the place next to him inviting you to sit down too. You happily took that invitation.

“You got me there.”

You were exhausted. The night so far was pretty intense. You felt more worn out than after a busy shift at work. The worry about Johnny didn’t vanish, you still deeply cared about how he felt, and you wanted him to feel at least a little bit better. Additionally, the ride to his apartment was stressful. You had a few drinks; you hadn’t been behind a steering wheel for at least half a year and didn’t feel very safe driving. Your heart was beating like crazy when you were blankly focusing on the road, always looking out for cops, afraid you could get pulled over whilst Johnny was dozing off with his head on your shoulder. If you would’ve gotten pulled over, it would have been you turn spending the night in a cell. You didn’t want it to go this far. But after all, you managed and could finally relax. It felt good sitting close to him, so close that your knees were touching. You threw your head back and sighed.

“Do you want another drink, or something?” Johnny sloppily asked, eyeing you with a grin from ear to ear on his face “I don’t really have much to offer but I must have another bottle of Jackie somewhere.” He was about to stand up, but you carefully pushed him back into the sofa. He didn’t object, he liked your touch. Normally, you wouldn’t say no to that, but you decided that you and above all Johnny had enough for today. Especially Johnny. You didn’t know how much he drank today but it was a lot, enough to have you laying in corner passed out for hours. And you were wondering how on earth he still managed to walk, although not steadily, and talk without slurring.

“I’m good,” you answered, “And you should probably take a break, too.”

Johnny laughed and rolled his bright blue eyes which were glistening again, showing a sign of life “C’mon, (Y/N), please don’t tell me I brought my mom home.”

“I just don’t like people who can’t link two words together anymore because they had one too many.

“So, you want to talk then?”

You shrugged; you did

“Is it Christmas already? Not only the girl of my dreams is finally sitting next to me in my apartment, but she also is finally willing to talk to me for real, after months of trying to get her to do that. Without cussing me out and no sarcastic remarks no matter what I say?”

“I can’t promise that, but yeah, basically.”

“Are you finally going to tell me something about yourself?”

You were afraid that day would come when you would have to talk about yourself to Johnny, and you sighed deeply, closing your eyes.

“That hard to do that, huh?” Johnny nudged you trying to catch your glance but your eyes remained shut. You shook your head and chuckled.

“No, it’s just, you basically know everything about me there is to know.”

“No way!”

“I swear!” “So barkeeper, slight anger issues, big mouth, living in an overpriced apartment with a crack-head…” “Next to,” you corrected him, “And he is fond of Meth rather than crack.”

“Alright, so next to a meth-head and no driver’s license anymore because of DUI a couple of months ago is really all there is to know about you?”

“Maybe if you change the anger issues with a slight drinking problem, yeah, I guess so,” you said, and it was true, trying hard not to show how much it meant to you that he remembered all the little things you let slip out over a long period of time that he spent bugging you “I’m very boring. But you know, that only means that I already opened up to you without you even noticing.” “I am absolutely honoured. But come on, you’re not boring, you’re great and there must be more to you.”

You shook your head, you hated to disappoint him, but you couldn’t think of anything more that could’ve been of interest to him.

“Besides, you promised me to tell everything about your Karate!” you blurted out as if you forgot everything, he told you today at the bar. And you instantly regretted it. He literally poured his heart out about how Karate was ruining his life. Maybe you should’ve told him that you were also the most tactless person on earth, that would’ve prepared him for unnecessary remarks and helped him to ignore your stupidity. For a second you thought, Johnny would have another nervous breakdown just like an hour ago sitting by the counter, starting the whole drama once again. Yet, surprisingly he didn’t as if he had forgotten it just like you. There was a chance you were imagining it but you though he had brightened up even more. You relaxed and you allowed the breath that you were holding since the moment the words escaped your lips, to flow again.

“What do you want to know?” Johnny asked sitting up more straight looking at you in anticipation.

“Everything.”

“That’s gonna be long but I guess I don’t mind because that only means you’re staying longer with me. And before I start, give me one more fact about you!”

“There’s nothing.” “C’mon just one more, otherwise I’m not talking!”

“Alright,” you stood up, confidentially walking over to his kitchen sink and getting yourself and him a glass of water. To hydrate and most importantly to sober him up a little and ease his upcoming hangover. You leaned against the kitchen counter and looked into the air thinking.

“I’m waiting (Y/N).”

“So one more thing about me that kinda got everything else you know rolling is that I had an abusive boyfriend whom I escaped by moving into my luxurious apartment which meant that I needed a new job. The new job was at the bar. End of my whole life story.”

“I’ll kill that freak if I ever get the chance to meet him.” Johnny exclaimed and sounded a little too serious. But you just laughed it off.

“Which finally leads us to your Karate, since I expect you to kill him with a badass Karate kick?”

Johnny nodded and started his story as soon as you sat back down.

He was talking a lot and you were happy he did because you weren’t much of a talker you rather listened. And Johnny was glad somebody was interested. And to be fair, his life was a lot more interesting than yours. You laid your head on his shoulder and just carefully followed everything he said while he nestled his cheek against you. Sometimes you asked questions and he was more than happy to answer. Everything felt natural. But after a while you noticed his voice getting raspier and quieter, he was speaking slowly struggling with finding his words. That’s when you knew that it was time to bring him to bed and to head home yourself. Softly you touched his arm and he stopped for a second.

“Hm?” he made, looking pretty confused with half-open eyes.

“You have to sleep now, Johnny.” you said smiling lazily, you were tired too. He didn’t answer, he just simply followed you when you got up and allowed yourself to give you a room tour. You opened the door to what you thought to be his bedroom and shushed him inside.

“Wow, already making yourself at home here,” he said, his voice almost a whisper “I like that.”

“Shut up, Sensei! And get into bed.”

He obeyed and lied down fully clothed, on his face a big dirty grin that you knew so well from almost every shift you ever worked, just his almost closed eyelids were different. This time you were the happiest to see it again.

“Are you getting in too, or what?” “Don’t max it out!” you said threateningly.

“Just joking.”

“You better. And now, before you drift away to dreamland, do you have a phone I can use?” “Don’t have a phone” he muttered and snuggled into his blanket.

“What?”, you gasped, “I need to call an Uber home!” You were miles away from your apartment.

“Don’t have one. Threw it away two weeks ago. You can crash here; the couch is all yours.”

And before you could object you suddenly heard flat breathing and you knew there was no other option. You sighed and took one last look at the passed-out Johnny.

“Can I at least have a shirt to sleep in?” you asked but that was pointless, he was already sound asleep. You shrugged to yourself, slipped out of your clothes and threw the first shirt you could grab over your underwear. That was not how you expected to spend the first night here, you thought when you tiptoed back to the couch, but it wasn’t too bad either.

___

When Johnny woke up the next morning the sun was already high up, it must’ve been at least mid-day. The most surprising thing wasn’t that he slept in or was finally being able to sleep at all, it was the fact that when he moved, he didn’t feel like shit. He expected to be hungover, after all he couldn’t even remember how much he drank, but he simply wasn’t, his head didn’t hurt, his joints weren’t cracking, he felt pretty much as always. This had not happened in a long time. He just was slightly dizzy as soon as he sat up in his bed. He looked down on himself, he was still wearing the dirty clothes from the night before and his face twitched into a slight grimace, he was disgusted with himself, he didn’t come home alone, and he didn’t want you to think badly of him now that he finally got you into at least liking him a bit. There was a warm feeling in his stomach when he was thinking about you, trying to remember every single detail about you from last night. And the possibility of you still being here, waiting for him to wake up, nearly made him crazy and his heart started beating faster. He would’ve been pretty bumped if you had left without saying goodbye. Yet, when he got out of bed, he noticed a pile of clothing that wasn’t his. Shorts, fishnets and a crop-top were carelessly thrown on the floor next to his bed and he gulped. That meant you were here. And if you were here, what were you wearing then?

Quickly he made his way to the living room where he expected you to be, not knowing what he would find. He tried to make as little noise as possible and as soon as he glanced over to the couch, he knew he made the right decision. Lying there, spread out on the couch, in deep sleep without a pillow or even a blanked, were you. And Johnny couldn’t help himself but stand still for a moment and watch you. You were wearing his Metallica shirt that was far too big for you and yet hugged all your curves. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you like that. The shirt had slid up and you were there, almost half-naked, just in front of him. He could’ve also been the luckiest man on earth that moment. For Johnny you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life. You suddenly twitched in your sleep and turned over on your stomach showing your perfect ass to him. And it only got better.

Johnny shook his head and pulled himself together. You had done so much for him last night and you were continuing doing that without even realizing. He had to return that favour. And when he made that decision he rushed into the bathroom.

Never in his life was Johnny ever so quick in his actions. Whilst showering and shaving he feared to be taking too long, afraid of waking you and afraid that if he finally got out, you were long gone. But his fear was unjustified because when he rushed out, you were still on the couch, lying flat on your stomach breathing deeply and flinching in your sleep. And Johnny grinned, heart pounding too hard from excitement. He even fixed up a breakfast. And you still did not wake. You face was so peaceful and so pretty that he couldn’t stop himself from kneeling down and brushing back a loose strand of your hair from your face. The corners of your mouth twitched into a smile but suddenly you startled, eyes wide, hands clenched to fists, fists up, ready to protect yourself.

“Woah, easy there, tiger,” Johnny laughed “I see my Karate stories have stuck with you.”

Realizing it was Johnny hovering above your head you let your fists sink and stretched and yawned.  

“You smell nice,” you said smiling sleepily, ignoring what he was saying. You lifted your hand and softly stroked his cheek, Johnny leaning into your touch, “And you shaved. Fucking hell, you look good. And I probably look like shit.”

You covered your face with your hands and tried to turn away from Johnny who couldn’t take his eyes of you. He immediately grabbed you by the wrists, stopping you from turning your back, carefully pulling you back to him.

“Quiet, (Y/N),” he exclaimed which made you almost flinched, he was so dominant out of a sudden, “You are beautiful! And I could really get used to that.”

“Get used to what? Me illegally driving your drunk ass home, you passing out and me involuntarily crashing on your couch for approximately 10 hours?”

“I don’t like the way you put it.” Johnny said, still holding your wrists tightly, his face so close that his nose was almost touching yours.

“I could also get used to that,” you admitted and that was everything Johnny needed to hear. His lips came crashing down on yours and he was kissing you hard. He released your wrists from his hands only to hug your small waist while your kiss got deeper and more intimate, Johnny’s heart was pounding, he’s been waiting for that for months. You couldn’t help yourself but smile into the kiss. But you were never willing to admit that you too pictured kissing him all the damn time. Johnny pulled you even closer to him, pressing you onto his chest. When he parted his lips from yours, he was placing small kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, he couldn’t get enough of you. You were so stunning to him and you were making him crazy. Out of a sudden Johnny dragged you up onto his lap, so you were promptly straddling him, his fingers tracing down your bare thighs.

“Jesus Christ.”, you gasped, eyes closed, enjoying every single one of his touches.

“What?”, Johnny asked smirking, he was not willing to stop anymore.

“Maybe next time, I just take the bed instead of the couch as well.”

“Why don’t we try it out right now?”

Out of habit you wanted to object but Johnny already had picked you up with your legs wrapped around his hips, making the way back into the bedroom. He finally got what he wanted and you too, couldn’t be happier yourself.

You passionately kissed his lips again, “Everything you want, Sensei!”

Johnny could really get used to this.

**************************************************

Wow, look at that, it’s finally over

Thanks for reading that

Let me know what you think

Taglist: @lililolli​ @cow-smells​ (you want to be on the taglist, too? drop me a message)

[just-a-creep-babe]

EJ NSFW Alphabet

This took SO MUCH MORE time to write than I thought it would 😭😩 twas a struggle 

BUT thank you for 300 followers, I appreciate yalls’s support SO MUCH 💕💞💓 also im sorry if this one’s boring sksjdhfgsjkl

Masterlist: x

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Because ya boi is part demon, he knows he might end up hurting you without meaning to. This makes him incredibly attentive to your needs after sex; he’ll check if you need anything, if you enjoyed yourself, if you're ok, etc etc etc. If he somehow did end up hurting you, he’ll feel like pure shit. He either won’t stop apologizing or get unnervingly quiet and spacey. Needs some reassurance tbh

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners’)

He’s got a lot of conflicting feelings about his body, but he probably likes his hands the most; he has a lot of control over them & he appreciates his fine motor skills

On the other hand, it’s not even sexual, but he can’t get over your eyes. Not only do they remind him of his lost humanity, but he gets lost really easily in them. Loves seeing all the subtle shifts and changes depending on what you’re perceiving

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He cums, like, a lot. It’s thick and dense, has a faint grey sheen to it, and tastes slightly metallic, which isn’t entirely unpleasant

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wishes he didn’t, but he really gets off to your scent. When you’re not around and he’s in heat, he’ll sneak into your room and jerk himself off, surrounded by the familiarity and comfort of your smell. He might even go through your underwear drawer & find a pair to get himself off to, either by shoving it against his face or fisting the fabric around his cock

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He had maybe one or two other partners before/during college. It’s not nothing, but it isn’t much, either. He’d rather pay attention to your preferences anyways, so previous experience doesn’t really matter to him

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He likes anything with a good view of your face, so he’s a fan of missionary and cowgirl. Loves seeing your little reactions as he’s grasping onto your hips and rutting himself into you. He also can’t get enough of eating you out, whether it be face-sitting or regular ol oral--he lives for the taste of your sex on his tongue 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s a bit more on the serious side, just cause of who he is as a person. Still, he isn’t afraid of letting out a chuckle if something funny happens or if you crack a joke

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’ll trim or even shave if it’s an issue, but otherwise it’s pretty messy down there, ngl

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Mm he likes being very intimate. Lots of body worship & praise. When he’s nearing his end, he starts to unwind & his demonic side shows through. He just loses himself in how fucking good you feel, and that’s when the love bites, bruises & scratches start making their appearances

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t usually jerk off, just cause he generally keeps busy, but he does go into heat, and if you aren't around, he’ll lock himself in his room & try to get himself off wishing you were there to help

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He’s pretty vanilla ngl but um,, biting kink? Does it even need to be said?? He tries to keep it under control cause he knows it could really hurt you, but sometimes he just can’t resist sinking his teeth into your flesh while you’re moaning and squirming so deliciously 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He likes it in your bedroom, just cause he’s surrounded by your scent. His room is fine as well cause that means you’ll have his scent. Anywhere private where you can safely have fun is fine by him

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your scent, the taste of your skin, your little cries and whimpers, your thighs that are just perfect to grasp onto and rut himself into--

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s kinda iffy on being tied up or restrained, cause he’s scared it might trigger the demon and he does not wanna lose control during sex

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Lives to go down on you. Any place, any time. It’s practically a hobby at this point. He’ll beg you to sit on his face if he has to

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts off sensual but ends up going hard, fast and amazingly rough. He just can’t seem to help himself when you look so cute and flustered beneath him~

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’d rather get down and dirty into it, having you all to himself for an extended amount of time. But he’s also not against quickies. And sometimes when he’s starting his heat, he needs to pull you aside & fuck you raw, risks be damned

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s alright with experimenting, but he probably won’t be the first to bring it up. He doesn’t wanna take unnecessary chances, though he will try it every once in a while if you really want to

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s got the stamina of a god. Doesn’t tire easily at all and most definitely will make you cum before he even considers it himself. He can go for pretty much as many rounds as you want

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any because he never really had that many partners to experiment with. But he’s definitely considered getting one for himself during his heats. He’s just never followed through. Would love getting you a butt plug just so you can feel nice and full when he’s stuffing himself into you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not much of a tease unless he’s feeling sadistic when going down on you. He’ll only push one finger in and kiss and nibble around the spot where you need it most, chuckling when you wriggle your hips and whine his name

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Little grunts here and there. If you’re being really intimate, he might purr. When he’s near, he curses under his breath and it’s fucking hot and he might growl if he’s being teased. Snarls when he’s in heat

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s a thigh guy. Loves digging his fingers into them when you’re riding his face and he’s getting smothered. Also, thigh fucking when he’s in heat? Yes please. Loves scratching, slapping and making a mess out of them

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s pretty average, maybe just a bit bigger. Uncut. Curves a bit to the side in a way that makes it easier to brush against your sweet spot

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He doesn’t have the highest sex drive in the mansion, but when his heats hit, they hit hard. He needs to lock himself away because it’s that intense

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes waiting for you to drift off first, because he needs less sleep than humans do, and he also likes watching over you while you’re at your most vulnerable. He’s flattered you trust him enough to sleep with him 

I know I still have all your beautiful requests waiting for me, I’m trying my best but it’s a lot for one person 😩 If you make a donation to my ko-fi tho, your request will have top priority & will be released in the following week or so (only 3$!!) Thank youuu~~

[theauthorunicorn]

Probability of Love at First Sight | Shawn Mendes x Reader

Authors Note: You missed your flight to meet the one fated for you for less than a day.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2900 plus words

Reader

I sighed deeply as the ground staff told me that my flight pushed back ten minutes ago. Great! I called my mom saying that I’ll be coming late and promised to catch the next available flight. I can hear her over the phone with a disappointment sigh that I can’t help her with the things we needed to prepare for tomorrow.

I managed to moved my flight just enough to join my mom in London. I’m flying from New York and my flight will be leaving approximately eight hours and fifty-nine minutes from now. I considered hanging outside the airport to pass the time but I’m afraid I’ll be stuck with the traffic again.

*****

Shawn

My plane left me. I’m flying to London for my concert tomorrow night but due to over consumption of alcohol last night, I catch my plane to London leaving New York without me on board. And now, I have to wait more than eight hours before my new flight. Andrew told me to stay in the airport with low profile. Let’s see if I can do that.

Not that I’m complaining, but, the thing about crowded place, like for example, airports might get a little messy with someone like me who, fortunately, sold out some albums and luckily had a huge fan based. I looked around to see some place to stay here without attracting attention.

I found a spot.

*****

Reader

I made myself comfortable enough to a tiny corner in the gate that my flight will be using for boarding later this day. I spotted a book lying on the airport bookstore and had double price at it was in Barnes and Noble, I bought it. I didn’t have a choice.

I should have catch my flight earlier.

*****

Shawn

My phone is running out of battery and I’m looking for a place where no one will recognize me and a plausible stranger that might be generous enough to lend me a charger without freaking out that Shawn Mendes is asking to borrow a charger.

I was thinking about Starbucks but it’s a no. The lounge too, but, I can’t stay there without anyone noticing I’m there. Also, I can’t buy a charger because it’ll make me interact with someone who’ll probably realize it was me in a store. So, no.

I found a spot near the boarding gate with not more than twenty people occupying but there’s a girl reading a book with her air pods on to the corner.

I hope she have a charger.

*****

Reader

I started reading my new book and I’m in the fifth chapter when someone tapped my shoulder lightly. It’s a guy who I did not recognize but he seems familiar, he smiled lightly and spoke, “Please don’t freak out or shout or do anything that could catch an attention.”

Hearing that, I’m freaking out a little bit but I managed to contain it, he looked nice though. I removed my air pods and placed my boarding pass across the page that I’m reading as a bookmark. I looked at him, confused, “Well, it’s freaking creepy that your asking me not to freak out.”

“Do you know me?” he asked instantly.

“Am I supposed to know you?” I asked politely but in a sarcastic way.

He sighed, “Don’t you recognize me?”

“No.” I said plainly furrowing my brows.

*****

Shawn

“Great!” I scoffed. She seems real, acting she didn’t know me, but, it’s weird because I can see that we’re at the same age based on her choice of clothing and the book she was reading. She was about to open her book again but I stopped her by touching her hand accidentally.

“That was way more creepy, dude.” she mumbled.

“I’m sorry,” I smiled reassuring her everything is good with us, that I’m a good person, “by any chance do you have a charger? My phone battery is about to die.”

She looked at me blankly, still confused and opened her bag to pull out her charger and slowly handed it to me.

“Thanks, what time is your flight?”

She opened her book and said without looking at me, “I’m trying my best not to call security because you’re acting like a creep shit,” she whispered, “just use my charger you’ll have plenty of time to use it.”

*****

Shawn

Two hours passed she’s still reading her book, she’s halfway through it. She smiled, scoffed and laughed some point of her book, she looks beautiful. And I think she really mean that she didn’t know me. I smiled at that thought.

My battery was finally full and I returned her charger to roam around the airport to kill the time. But, I didn’t instead I sat beside her wondering what words I may use to caught her attention. With her air pods on it’s nearly impossible.

I glanced at her several times as the time tick by.

“Hey.” I asked her.

“Yeah?” she asked me.

“Aren’t you hungry?” was the only words I managed to utter. What the hell is happening.

She looks at me with a smirk on her face, “I actually do and thinking to ask you the same question. I’m heading to Starbucks to grab some coffee and some snacks.” she stood up. “Do you want anything?” she offered.

I’m stressed that what I should be doing and asking is what she’s doing right now. “Yeah, a coffee and anything that can be eaten to pass out the time.”

“Okay.” she smiled a walk away from our bench.

“I should be the one getting us food.” I stutter

“Nah, let me be. Stay here and guard up our premises.”

*****

Reader

“Can I have a name for the drinks?” the barista ask me.

I usually say Y/N and smiles but this time I wandered what name should I give. “Can you put something like ‘stranger’?”

The barista laughed, “Weird one.” she started scribbling it against the cup. “Any food to pair up?”

I approached him with our drinks. He bit his lips as he smiled. It is an unnecessary act to do and I feel offended.

“Thank you -” he mumbled as he grab the drink I handed over me, he furrowed his eyebrows probably asking my name and he looked into his cup, “Stranger?” he laughed at that.

“It’s better not to know our names.” I confessed, “I may and might know you and probably get embarrassed that I’m sitting next to..” I stopped thinking who he might be, “the prince of some country, a presidential son, senatorial son, an heir to a big company, I don’t know.”

“So you think, I looked like a prince?” he started questioning.

I shrugged my shoulder.

“A presidential son? A son of a senator or even an heir to a big company.” he laughed at those. Usually, I’ll get annoyed with this but unexpectedly I wasn’t. I, in fact enjoyed this little conversation.

“And I’m flying in a commercial plane?” he finished his thoughts.

“I don’t know, probably you had a biggest argument with your parents. And opted you to use your private jet and probably cut your card access, so you have a little less cash right now, but it’s still a lot of cash. So that’s why don’t bother to pay the drink that you just had. It’s on the house.”

He laughed so hard that he’d thrown his head to the back.

“Wow, that’s a good one.” he complimented my words, “Unfortunately, no, I still have an access to my private jet,” he said jokingly, “my cards are still here,” he pointed into his wallet, “but I don’t have any cash right now so thank you for the drink.” I giggled as he said it, “Yeah, it’s true, especially the last one.”

We talked for a little bit and he excused himself to use the bathroom.

*****

Shawn

I washed my face with the warm water running into the sink. I am drowned with her laughter and her wholeness. I didn’t want this to end. I hope her flight doesn’t leave so soon.

“So what did you do for living?” I asked her as I took the seat beside her.

“Are we getting comfortable to each other now?” she joked.

“That’s the goal.”

She laughed a little, “Do you want a make up one or the real one?”

“The one you’re comfortable sharing will be good. Because, I’ll believe everything you’ll say right now. But preferably the truth.”

She brushed her hair, “How should I say this that you’ll believe me? Hmm ..” she hummed. “I’m an editor to a publishing company.”

“That explains everything of me being a prince, with no jets to use, blocked credit card.” we laughed in unison.

She smirked, “How about you?”

I’m a singer, I write songs, I have albums, I have a concert tour this year. I’ll be traveling a lot.

“I - traveled a lot. For work.” I managed to say.

“Are you a vlogger?” she started scanning me, “but you don’t have a camera.” she pouted. “You looked so familiar.” she stared at me, “Nah, never mind.”

“Your flight isn’t leaving yet?” I asked softly.

“Do I bore you right now?” she asks leaning her face inches away mine.

“No, I was wondering how many more hours I get to spend with you.” I confessed.

*****

Reader

“Actually, I missed my flight earlier.” I told him. I still didn’t know his name but probably I’ll ask him as soon as my flight started boarding or his, whichever comes first.

“Me too.” he said. “It’s like this was meant to happen.”

I laughed lightly, my heart is beating faster and my breath is catching it’s rhythm.

“Did you know that people who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else.” I quoted.

“Really, how did you know that?” he asks me seriously fixing his gaze to my eyes.

“I’ve read it. How come you didn’t know that as per say you travel for a living?”

He shrugged, “Probably I haven’t met her with my previous trips. But, I think have met her already.” then he flashes a smile that could take away my pain.

*****

Shawn

I talked to her every possible thing that came across with my mind. She looked so beautiful every time she smiles, shrugged and most especially when she laughed. I noticed she only had a small backpack, a brown paper back and a black coat as her gear. I wonder where she was going to because I wanted her beside me as soon as where in the clouds.

“How many days are you traveling away?” I asked her softly wanting to caressed her hair against my palm.

“A week, less or more.” she answered, “you?”

“A month, probably longer.”

“You’re traveling to?” I finally had an urged to ask her this question.

It made her laugh again, I love that she laughed at little things she find funny. Her genuine laughter made me fall in love with her at this time. God, I love her already even if I didn’t know her that well.

“You know what, I might give my name and phone number to you later as soon as my flight will start boarding. Patience.”

“Oh, so it’s a deal.” I confirmed to her.

*****

Reader

Thirty more minutes until boarding. His eyes looked tired but he still talks and casually touches my hand in slight way. I’m loving this even if I’m hurting.

“I hope you’re traveling somewhere for your work not for your boyfriend.” he confessed as his fingers caressed against my arms slowly. He have the looks in his eyes that he meant every word he said.

“No. Actually, I’m seeing my mom and -” I stopped with an eerie silence to my mind, “my dad.” I smiled faintly.

“Good, because did you know people who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else. Just like us.” he confessed. “I think I’m falling for you.”

I chuckled, I wanted to say I’m falling for you too but I didn’t, I just smiled at him savoring his touch.

“My flight will start boarding thirty minutes from now.”

“Mine will be any time soon too.” he continued.

*****

Shawn

She smelled like cucumber. Her skin is so soft. Her lips are endearing. Her voice is so sweet. Her laugh is genuine. She loves books. I want her.

“Flight 3846 bound to London is now ready for boarding.” the announcement echoed the waiting lounge. I sighed sadly looking at her. “That’s my cue.” I told her, stopping my fingers running from her arms.

I saw her face with joy, “That was mine too.” she said.

“You’re flying to London?” I asked her.

“Yeah.”

*****

Reader

We walked towards the boarding gate as he intertwined his hands unto mine. It made me smile. I haven’t known that delaying my arrival to London may be a good idea. Maybe it’s all fated to happen, like what he said.

“Mr. Mendes, Ms. Y/L/N.” the flight crew greeted us.

As soon as we stepped on board we both go to separate direction to the cabin. I’m going to the right, he’s staying in left. Our hands still intertwined separated slowly.

“We didn’t have a seat together.” I reminded him.

“Don’t we?” he acted shocked by it.

I turned away from him finding my seat in the five rows from the front and settled myself to my seat next to the aisle. I’m seated with an middle-aged woman.

I was placing my things according to where it should be long. I also asked a flight crew to hang my coat and dress so it won’t crumple. I needed to have a dress change before the plane arrives in London.

A silhouette of man stand beside me, smiling, it was him. I still didn’t know his name but surely heard his last name earlier.

“Ma'am,” she said to the woman next to me, “is it okay to swap seat with you. This girl right here is my girlfriend and we didn’t end up seating together since the flight was so full and we’re like so far from each other. So, I was asking if it’s okay from you to transfer over there,” he pointed his seat, he’s on the first row left side of the plane, “it’s still a window seat with more comfortable space in front of you.” he smiled sweetly at her after explaining what he wanted and he did just label me as his girlfriend.

The woman beside me agreed, he helped her with her bags to transfer from his seat. After five minutes or so, he’s beside me with his things and settled himself to his new seat.

“I did ask the flight crew for this. They agreed.” he immediately defended himself.

“Did you just call me your girlfriend?” I asked him.

“That was a decoy, but, yeah, I just did. You’ll be soon. Hopefully. That’s why I needed your first name now, because, we happen to know our last names.” he said confidently. “Does my surname looks good with your first name?”

Y/N Mendes. I thought. It fits perfectly.

I didn’t answer him, instead a shook my head to let the thought leave my brain.

*****

Shawn

After couple of hours in the flight. We didn’t have enough talks. She’s now rested in my chest, synchronizing her breath with mine.

“I’m traveling today to London to attend my father’s funeral.” she took a deep breath as she told me the reason why she didn’t seem so excited to arrive there.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” I kissed her temple to assure her everything will be alright.

*****

Reader

We’re almost there.

He’s still asleep. I made my way to the comfort room to change my clothes before the seat belt sign is on for my father’s funeral.

“On behalf of your captain and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!” the captain said over the aircraft’s speaker.

I had to buckle his belt without waking him up. He must be tired from our travel and I didn’t want to wake him from his good sleep. We arrived at the airport and I made my way out faster, I had a funeral to mourn. I didn’t even say my goodbye to Shawn.

*****

Shawn

I woke up to an almost empty plane with my seat belt still buckled on and she’s long gone.

I noticed her book lying to the seat next to mine with sticky note and my name scribbled on it. She finally know my name.

I grabbed it opening the first page. With a written note all over it.

Shawn,

You looked so familiar. Believe me I didn’t know it was you until your passport dropped accidentally before the plane landed. I had to check your name and didn’t wake you up you needed the rest. I’m sorry for leaving you behind here, I have something to catch up, you know that already. Thank you for everything. I’m so happy that for a brief moment of time we’ve became part of seventy-two percent of people who likely fall in love in airports.

I hope to see you soon somewhere, Shawn. I adore you. Good luck to your concert.

P.S I took us a picture in my phone and your phone so that we can’t forget each other and remind me that this wasn’t only a good dream,that this happened actually, a reality.

Love,

Y/N

[uhhhhhhokay]

My Unpopular Opinions of 2018

This is messy, a bit mean, and full of my mad/irritated feelings. You’ve been warned. No slipping into my asks as an anon to fight with me because I’ve posted this on my account. These are my opinions and I’ve already said that they aren’t that nice to some shows

1) Charmed and Black Lightning are the only good CW shows and it has the best lesbian rep of 2018 (and Rosa from b99 would be the best bisexual rep)

2) Melanie Scrofano/Wynonna Earp is the best part of Wynonna Earp. Honestly lately the rest of the characters for me have either awful or boring or funny but given nothing to do

3) Also even though she’s the main actress, Melanie is somehow the most underrated actress/character in the show. She’s disregarded by so many fans, either in favor of Wayhaught or Doc, and the show treats her like shit by constantly putting her with Doc

4) Descendants fans who pit Dove Cameron and China Anne McClain against each other in the hopes of making the other seem superior are doing absolutely nothing for their careers and are contributing to the unnecessary comparison between successful women

5) Also I don’t care if you don’t like Dove Cameron, but hating her for that Mal/Harry comment she made months ago is so fucking ridiculous. She’s a girl in love who also loves her character, god forbid she make her own headcanons for it, and it wasn’t like she was asking for it to happen (and no she wasn’t disregarding Mal’s current relationship Ben because she was talking about Mal and Harry being exes god damnit) 

6) I can’t believe i have to say this in 2018 BUT STOP WITH THE INCEST STORYLINES! IT AIN’T CREATIVE OR SURPRISING BITCHES JUST GROSS

7) ALSO STOP SHIPPING INCEST GOD PLEASE STOP

8) Timothee Chamalet or whatever his name is, isn’t that great. Like he’s fine I guess but like....Have you seen other actors? I mean, there’s Fady Elsayed, Jack Black, Jordan Renzo, Greg Austin (rip Class), and so many more actors that are, in my opinon, significantly more talented

9) Letterkenny and Galavant are the best comedies out there

10) Riverdale is shit for erasing Jughead’s asexuality and queerbaiting fans at the beginning with Beronica 

11) I’ve said this before, but people disliking Cole Sprouse because of the abuse allegation against him is incredibly valid. 

12) Mike Flanagan, Jordan Peele, and Kate Siegel are the only people I trust to write some bone chilling horror stories 

13) The Haunting of Hill House is better than American Horror Story and The Chilling Adventures of Sabrine combined 

Now it’s time to get serious.....

14) I have no respect and cannot get along with people who talk about how ugly people are 

15) The hellsite is shit for so many reasons but some of its worst qualities are when people take a situation and make it black and white, have zero sympathy or empathy for other people, and twist peoples words and put in meanings that were never there

16) I also hate how how people only care about mental illness when it doesn’t come to their jokes or memes. For example, mental health has been talked about a lot in regards to Ariana Grande, which is good, but once her engagement with Pete Davidson ended, no one hesitated to attack him in almost every way possible even though the man has been very outspoken about his depression. I don’t know shit about Pete Davidson but I’ve seen him relentlessly be attacked and have his depression and suicidal thoughts be joked about. 

17) Stanning is a fucked up culture that we need to leave behind in 2018. There are some celebrities who have a lot of projects that I love and I admire their talent, but the concept of stanning either includes an unhealthy amount of devotion to a celebrity or it erases them as a human being and reduces them down to objects. In some cases, both of these are true. It’s a sick thing for both fans and the celebrities. If a celebrity does something wrong, call them out, and if they don’t listen, well forget it or move on. Cancelling them as if they can be thrown in the garbage and disposed of promotes negativity and hatred, which is doesn’t solve anything, and it can inhibit any growth from that celebrity. They are human and will inevitably fuck up. It’s the only way to learn and grow. 

18) This is about Wynonna Earp but it’s a serious post. I’ve made my thoughts about this show abundantly clear but there is one thing I haven’t talked about at all and that’s the racism in the show and in the fanbase. Disclaimer: I am white. This show hasn’t treated any of their poc or black characters well. The latest example would be the treatment of Dolls and Kate. The last two seasons Doc has had two women of color as his love interests, and both of these characters have been treated as objects to make Wynonna jealous. There is also the lack of story and villainization of these women. There is also the major lack of story with Dolls, which most likely led to Shamier Anderson’s decision to leave. I won’t get into anymore, this is how I’ve always viewed these poor storylines, but I will say this: white fans of Wynonna Earp, we do not get a say on how black viewers should feel about any of these storylines. White lesbians, you would be livid is Waverly or Nicole were killed, and rightfully so. Black people or people of color probably felt the rage you would’ve felt if you lost one of those characters when Dolls was killed off. Telling people to get over it is cruel. If people want to stop watching, that is their right. We have no place in telling them how they should feel about the treatment of their representation. 

19) I made this post a while ago but it holds true: https://uhhhhhhokay.tumblr.com/post/179314393735/shows-with-good-lgbt-rep

20) Everyone needs a break from social media. I know that for some people, it really helps because we have friends on here that we can talk to, but it also has so many negative effects. The real world is nothing like this toxic website. You should take breaks from it every once in a while. You need to get hobbies. You need some other past time than this website. The majority of people on this site aren’t good and everyone should take a breather from it. I take breaks from this site on a regular basis and when I do it feels so fucking good. 

21) Random but The Lodgers is the worst movie ever and it’s an even worse horror movie. Would not recommend. Unless you feel like roasting something for an hour and a half. The only good part about watching that movie was that I watched it with my roommate who I am good friends with and we laughed our asses off and made fun of it so much. It is truly awful. Even though I had a blast roasting it, I will never get that time of my life back. 

22) The Last Jedi does not deserve that 91% on rotten tomatoes. Just like how The Lodgers deserves far less than 56%.

23) Time to get serious again. I get that a lot of us wished that the shows we loved were real, but they aren’t. That’s a fact that everyone needs to realize and accept. To me, hating an actor for their character’s actions is just as fucked up as stanning. They aren’t their character. They are not responsible for the shit their characters pull. They are carrying out the story written for them. As for writers, sometimes the writers do not support their characters actions either. Just because the character is evil or mean or whatever does not always mean that the people who work behind the curtain support that. 

24) Shipping real people and harassing them is sooo inappropriate and messed up. I shouldn’t really have to explain this one but too many people on this site don’t seem to grasp it. I mean, didn’t Harry Styles say a while ago that all the smutty fanfics, tweets, and fanarts about him and his bandmates effect his friendships with him? Him reacting that way is not homophobic, btw. It is him reacting naturally to people fetishizing and sexualizing him and his friends. These are real people. Their relationship, sexuality, and god just so much of their lives is none of our business. They don’t owe us any information about their personal lives. We don’t own them. They are their own people, which also means that they make their own mistakes. 

25) Random again, but original Charmed fans put their show too high of a pedestal. I never got really into show. I tried it, think I watched half of the first season, and I did a little research on it and I was in the fanbase for a hot sec but it was very short. From my research, it seems to me, that for a feminist show, the cast (except Shannon Doherty) was the opposite behind the scenes. I know you can’t help who you don’t like but you can control how you talk about someone, especially to the public, and from what I’ve seen there’s been more negative comments from them about their castmates than positive. I don’t think anyone will know the whole story but to me the feud between the og’s leading ladies has always very catty to me, and it’s gotten even worse with the remake. You can be protective of your show without being rude. You don’t have to support the remake, and you can do that without being rude either. By the way, this is more directed towards Holly Marie Combs, who I believe has been the most outspoken about being against it. Three young actresses are doing the job they love and they were given a chance to be the new charmed ones for a new generation. There is no reason to be so negative about it. It looks even more immature when you see the cast of the original Sabrina who gleefully gave their support to the new cast. 

26) Adults please stop thinking every show is for you. it’s not. Some shows are for kids, some shows are for teenagers, and some shows are for you. If you enjoy the show that’s directed towards a younger audience then that’s great. If you don’t enjoy it, then that’s fine too. What is not fine is you acting like that show was meant for you and tearing it apart and bullying people of that directed age group online. I can’t believe the amount of times I’ve seen some 19-40 year old dipshit on the internet go and bully a 15 year old only because they said they loved a show. That is not only sick and immature but it’s uncalled for. 

27) Also 15 year olds or younger, do not use your age as an excuse to be mean either. You might be young and you will definitely make huge mistakes, but there’s is nothing to justify you telling someone to kill themselves or insulting them just because they don’t like your favorite character or something. You might not be as experienced as some adults, but you’re old enough to know what the fuck you’re doing and how wrong it is. Don’t be cruel and blame it on you being young and stupid. You maybe young and all of us will always be a bit stupid, but that does not excuse your behavior. And @ older people who do that shit too, your older age and power does not excuse your cruelty either. Nothing excuses telling someone to kill themselves. Ever. Especially if it’s over a goddamn tv show. 

28) Can Ryan Murphy please just make one tv show and stick with it until it ends? He has so many great concepts but because he wants to do all of them at once they all go downhill after one season. 

29) On the same but different note, fuck Ryan Murphy for having Violet and Tate get back together. My girl deserves better than a serial killer/rapist that also got her mom killed because he impregnated her with the anti christ. Fuck that.

I never intended this to be so long lol no one will read this

30) The Hormone Monster is literally a metaphor for hormones. Stop twisting it into pedophilia. That show is so sex positive and is so much better than most of the sex ed that we got. 

31) Let’s leave monster fucking behind please

32) Puzzles are a treat to do

33) Funko pops are cute but they make a lot of dumbass decisions regarding which ones to make (like I saw pops of that new nutcracker movie a while before it was released like maybe wait and see how it does first????)

34) Also lets stop thinking of ships/shows as a way to up yourself as more progressive or whatever. We all have our trash shows and ships, stop acting like a saint. Just because someone has a trash ship, does not mean they are lesser than you. 

35) Fanbases are usually always trash. This didn’t change at all in 2018. 

36) Class’s first season was significantly better than Torchwoods first season. You guys are just mean. 

37) While I adore Class, Patrick Ness’s dialogue was really YIKES sometimes (the Charlie April deleted scene nearly killed me). Overall it was good though because it was the closest depiction of how teens speak.

38) Also any teen drama show that has a teen speak seriously in a hashtag should burn in hell (if a hashtag is used in dialogue as joke then it’s fine because it’s funny)

39) An actor being on a show you don’t like does not warrant hate

40) It’s been two years since Class but still, fuck the dw fans who were/are so mean to the class actors, especially Vivian Oparah and Sophie Hopkins. 

I think that’s it.

[sofhtie]

tbv “set it up” au

okay this was originally inspired bc i saw @chidi-anagonye posting abt this movie, which ended up leading to me sending in a long series of anon asks and me actually watching the movie last night but!! i ended up actually doing this!!! yay!!!!

so, the characters/premise:

Haled: v flirty, generally bad at his job (he can’t concentrate for more than like .5 seconds on any one task), but really does admire and respect Tewfiq. He wanted to be a musician, but didn't think he could make money at it, so figured working for one of his fav composers would be a good thing to do instead- actually still rather sad he doesn’t like what he’s doing, but tries to hide it.

speaks a ton of languages so logically should be great at communications but nope

the kind of person who dresses really well wears his clothes in a rly purposely messy way 

Zelger is his roommate, thinks his constant drama is hilarious 

Tewfiq: Used to be a composer, but found it too hard to write after his son and wife died, now owns a major record label. Still very upset about wife and son, so keeps himself closed off, kinda done with Haled but also rly needs him and sees him a bit like another son 

About ready to murder the next reporter who tries to ask him why he isn’t composing/conducting anymore, bc he still does miss it but for now owning the label is a less painful way to stay in music 

Papi: trying His Best, but also highkey a disaster. ppl love him bc he’s the absolute sweetest but he also can barely get through a conversation. Also rly good at remembering little details, great with organizing. if people would please stop asking him about future plans that’d be great thanks 

 That one bit in the movie where Harper said she’d gotten a full refund on a jacket but both her and the employee ended up crying?? That’s Papi 24/7

Got to work for Dinah when she moved to NY bc their families were friends in Israel 

BFF is younger Itsuki, he gets married and is happy and nothing goes wrong 

Dinah: Lead movie reviewer for big company, also heads/editor in chief for the culture section. she moved to NY from Bet Hativka after her first husband left, now super busy all the time, misses being able to just enjoy stuff and be a performer but overall pretty happy

loves to rip into over-hyped and boring movies, but secretly rly loves romcoms 

really loves Tewfiq’s music and but she doesn’t realize that he,, yknow,, works Right There 

is NOT up for ppl writing anything but their real thoughts: 

“Okay so what did you think of this new film” “well, the critics seem to love it, and it,, uh,, offers a really unique-” “what do you actually think” “it’s boring and i hate it” “good write that”

the plot: 

all i know is that  they first meet at like 5am in Starbucks or something when they’re both getting coffee for their bosses and it’s basically just: 

papi: hi can i get one iced coffee and one quadruple shot latte pls 

haled: haha how are you even alive are you trying to destroy your body lol, get some sleep

papi: have you looked at yourself recently

haled, with huge undereye bags and the most sugary, frou-frou drink starbucks has: um. well. 

and when they first meet in office it’s bc one night papi just straight up falls asleep on the lobby floor or smth and haled trips over him

everybody gets a happy end

also plot irrelevant but the time when the roommate (which would be Zelger) is playing a song and he’s like “no we can’t go in there that’s his hooking up song”? yeah that song is Sunny 

anyway this turned out rly long and i’m clearly way too invested in it but i’ve also run out of ideas so feel free to add on!! 

akhfd;klj i’ve realized i didn’t even get to the shippy part bc i can’t do anything without spending way too much energy on unnecessary worldbuilding oops maybe i’ll add more later 

[samichhhh]

The first time I saw you, we were both walking heavily through the hallway and somehow our eyes met in between blinks; we smiled as if we understood each other and kept walking. Little did you know, you had just made my day. A few months later, after living a roller coaster of emotions and an odd back to school day, I saw you while walking down the stairs and without thinking, I smiled. Once again, you had made my day. Weeks kept on going and I kept finding your face through the crowd unintentionally. Like when you suddenly notice the existence of something and then somehow find it everywhere. Of course, knowing myself, I became curious; I thought about all the people I see everyday and yet, I haven’t met. So I wrote what first came to my mind and surprisingly it was the easiest thing to do and the piece i’m most proud of because it described how I believe we all should get to know one another. Some more time passed by, I found out what your name was because your class sweatshirt whispered it to my eyes -as well as which classroom you were in-. I soon realized that this stranger, who had been the starting reason for my favorite text to come to words, was just a few moments away from finishing school, so how could I be so selfish and not show it to him at least? I became brave, wrote down my text by hand -because I thought that it would make it special- and left it on your table so you could find it there the next morning. The text read like this: “I’d love to meet you. Not just your appearance but further; your secret dreams and hopes, the genre of music that makes you shimmer, the things that make your soul ache. I want to know what you have for breakfast, why you hate a season so much, which is your favorite side of the bed. If there’s a color that gets you down and which is your favorite shade of the one you adore, if there’s a short word you find silly or a long one you like repeating. Would you rather be invisible or be able to fly? Do you find words, poems and stories tangible or quite annoying, disturbing and unnecessary? I’d be fascinated to know if you ponder on whether or not the existence of human race is worth all the sacrifice, pain and sorrow to our planet, just to be part of the beautiful disaster in which we live in and call our home. If you keep your inner self on a constant state of cautiousness or if you aren’t scared of being well known. On what situations you feel the need to act firm and loud, but can’t, so you sit fed up and quiet. Be cognizant of the things you crave on weekends; whether it’s food, a couple of hours watching your favorite series, staying in or going out with your friends until the clock strikes past midnight. Get to know how you handle messy hair days or how’s your mood on a Sunday at midnight because I’m aware that I, myself, can’t stand existence. I’d like to know what your "alright” means; if it’s a vague word to you or one full of a bundle of emotions that you prefer not to explain. Let me appreciate your tiny details; hidden beauty marks, the presence of dimples and freckles or the lack of them, stories behind particular scars on your knees, the way you pull your fingers, that rebellious strand of hair that’s never in its place and each one of your eyelashes. Let me memorize those details you know of and those who are yet to be found; the ones you love but specially the ones you don’t. … Please, after these cheesy lines, wonder who I am. Wonder what I do, what I don’t, when and where I exist, but don’t take me wrong. These nebulous words were written to make you part of me and who I am transitioning to be. So it’s okay if you never find them to be meaningful or truly discover the human behind all this; as long as you discover who you are and imagine who you want me to be. Maybe in a shot of luck, we might even cross our eyes in the hallways before we continue our paths. But until now, I’ll be there; between your imagination and mine.“ I was also very curious to know what you thought of it but I didn’t really want to ruin the magic by signing it with my name, so I left a note inside the envelope/box that said that if you had any questions you could go to the library during the week and write them down inside an old edition of a book written by Vladimir Nabokov called "Laughter in the dark”. Days went by, I went to the library for some copies and to my surprise, I saw you looking for the book. The questions I got weren’t what I expected, they were about myself, as if the text were a love letter. I didn’t want to answer them by giving out my name because then it would be pointless, so I managed to answer indirectly. Then, the notes inside the book became more like a sweet secret conversation between two strangers meeting each other. But I didn’t want to get you dizzy or bored, so I made a quick youtube video, wrote down the link and finally told you who I was, explained a bit why I did it and left you my number in the description box. That same night I got your text. You told me you weren’t looking for a relationship -as if I hadn’t explained in the video that that wasn’t my intention-, I wasn’t either, so I told you. The conversation continued a few weeks until it got to an awkward point where I didn’t know how to reply, but I also was enjoying this strange way of knowing someone and didn’t want it to end. Unfortunately, it ended. You had told me you had been studying for your college exam, and I knew the date was coming up because one my best friends was also applying for it, so I thought it’d be nice to lend you my “lucky” and favorite bracelet, just as a nice way to say “good luck, you’ll do great”. After that, you didn’t say anything, the awkwardness came to its limit and once again, we sadly became strangers. But the point of this isn’t to feel sad for what happened, after all, we are all temporary in everyones life. So… Dear stranger, if you see this, I hope you do well in everything that you do and achieve all your dreams. But most importantly, thank you for letting us cross our eyes in the hallways before we continued our paths. With intrigue, curiosity and ours truly, Samantha Michelle Vázquez Castañeda.

Samantha Michelle Vázquez Castañeda ( @puntosguionesycorazones)