and it makes them not want to carry on and it infuriates me when I see that

petition for a modern Sherlock Holmes take in which:

  • Holmes is explicitly aroace.
  • whatever sexuality Watson is, either a.) he and Holmes are in a relationship, which is made very clear and definite, or b.) they’re clearly not and they get rightfully annoyed at people assuming/insisting that they are. 
  • if there are any gay jokes they had better be up to Captain Holt standards.
  • if Watson has an SO that’s not Holmes they get to be a significant character in their own right rather than a walking side joke.
  • re: that post about the way cocaine usage was viewed in Victorian England, if Holmes has a substance abuse problem it’s not a direct transfer of what he used in the original stories but a modern translation of that. which is to say, I want to see Holmes pouring 5-hour-energy into his fifth cup of coffee while Watson beats his head against the wall.
  • if Holmes has a mental illness it’s recognized and portrayed as an actual realistic mental illness. it is neither there to make him Edgy nor to give him license to be a jackass. 
  • Holmes can totally be a jackass but it’s portrayed as him, in fact, being a jackass, and he isn’t given free pass for it just because he’s Very Smart.
  • Holmes alternates, seemingly at random, between being charming and incredibly socially adept, and having no social skills whatsoever. 
  • Holmes disguises himself all the time, often for no real reason. sometimes these disguises are exquisite and sometimes they’re utterly terrible and unconvincing, but Holmes remains convinced that they’re all great.
  • Watson definitely threatens to hit someone with a chair at some point.
  • Irene Adler has a husband that she genuinely loves and does not get killed off or otherwise abandoned in the course of her story arc.
  • there is 0% sexual tension between Irene Adler and Holmes. Holmes loses the case because he writes her off as being inferior to him and consequently underestimates her. he learns from this mistake. or at the very least, Watson constantly reminds him of it. 
  • anything that was a factual error or case of science-marches-on in the original stories is brought up as a genuine mistake made by Holmes, as part of his whole I-don’t-need-to-know-things-that-aren’t-relevant-to-me shtick. (”he brought the snake here by whistling for it!” “snakes are deaf Holmes” “what”)
  • there’s no ominous buildup to Moriarty appearing. he literally just shows up completely out of nowhere just like he does in the original story. Holmes insists he’s been behind everything; everyone else is very confused.
  • either Holmes, Watson, or both carry brass knuckles. 
  • poor long-suffering Watson has to constantly point out to Holmes that Baritsu is Not A Thing, Holmes, you just made that up okay. 
  • despite being otherwise impeccably dressed, Holmes has a different stupid hat in each episode. none of them are a deerstalker though. 
  • modern versions of other detectives inspired by Holmes (Poirot, Nero Wolfe, etc) occasionally wander into the stories, but their appearances are never called attention to. they’re just there. 
  • at least one reference to The Great Mouse Detective is made. 
  • Holmes gets really into video games when he’s bored between cases. one story has a background plot of him trying to figure out an adventure game puzzle. he’s infuriated when he finally finds the (ridiculous) solution. 
  • Holmes has a fidget cube.
now we dream apart

soulmate au

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst 
word count: 3.291
warnings: none
author’s note: I know I know, another soulmate au, I’m trash. :’) this is just a small story I started working on this afternoon, to get me back on track so I can start working on my bigger projects again. nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!


You don’t know when the dreams begin — but once they do, it feels like they’ve been there since you were born.

The first dream of him revolves around coffee beans. The heavy scent of the morning beverage tangles with the rich shade of chestnut hair and chocolate eyes, turning almost hazel under the glowing sunlight. You can remember a gaze, a nose and full lips turned upwards, but your mind is unable to piece it all together. The face as a whole is blurry in your mind, indistinct, frustratingly vague.

But the memory of those lips moving and pronouncing your name is remarkably sharp, and it almost fools you into believing it is not a dream, but a real memory — that the warmth accompanying his stare existed at some point in your life, that your body did feel the bedsheets tangling around your bare legs as you struggled to move closer to him. That the sound of his voice, rough and mellow, belongs to a living, breathing person and not a figment of your vivid imagination.

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the saga of is it a fic or are they headcanons continues.

one | two (THIS ONE!) | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

  • so michelle starts to get buddy buddy with ned and peter, ish.
  • she starts to actually kind of like ned, even if he sometimes puts his foot in his mouth sometimes. but they argue about the merits of comic books as a form of literature and he teaches her some words in tagalog and she learns how to call peter a son of a bitch so she’s pretty entertained.
  • but the weird things just keep piling up with peter.
  • he rushes off at random times, freezes whenever she asks him where he’s going, shows up to school with cuts and bruises looking like he’s been fighting in an underground boxing ring. she even saw him go into the chemistry lab the other day at lunch time even though they both took chemistry last year and he’s taking biology now.
  • he just does really weird things sometimes and michelle can’t help but notice.
  • michelle also can’t help but notice that spiderman is becoming more and more popular. people sell t-shrits, masks, shot glasses, tote bags. everything, basically. and maybe one day michelle might spend a little too much time looking at a t-shirt with a picture of spiderman in all his toned, muscly glory. but she just shakes her head and keeps moving.
  • she gets curious about him, though. where did he come from? who is he? why is he doing this? why did he sound oddly familiar in DC when he saved her friends?
  • and then one day she’s walking home from school after academic decathlon and she missed the bus which is totally her fault for staying later after practice to chat with peter and ned about the upcoming weekend and how their plans to construct a lego version of the starship enterprise were so utterly boring she could barely stand to listen to them. (and weren’t people supposed to choose star wars or star trek? was that not a thing? not that she cares about things peter likes. well, peter AND ned. anyway.)
  • she’s turning a corner when she sees someone out of the corner of her eyes. there is a man on the opposite side of the street walking several yards back from here. it could be nothing. but she’s also been taught to always be on high alert. so she grips her backpack to her body a bit tighter and walks a little faster down the street, cursing herself for not taking the more populated albeit slightly longer route home.
  • she continues down the street when she notices the man cross the street so that he’s on the same side of the road as she and at that point she just starts running. better that he thinks she’s odd if he isn’t following her than be caught if he is trying to catch her. she sprints down the street and turns another corner as she looks back to check if the man is following her and then bam. she’s on the ground, gripping the shoulder that practically crashed into a brick wall.
  • “oh my goodness, are you okay?” she sighs and looks at the owner of the panicked voice and she is left speechless. it’s…well, it’s spiderman.

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Rotten Judgement - part 5

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,941 

Warnings: the usual

A/N: Thank you all for your comments and replies, it made my week :) This is the beginning of the end, hope you’ll like it!

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Sitting on the edge of the basin that surrounded the Bethesda fountain, you looked up at the statue and tilted your head to one side, analysing it. The winged angel carried lilies in one hand as she pointed in your direction.

You walked past it almost every day, but you never took the time to look at it. Now that you knew angels were real, you wondered she had ever existed. You stared at it, your eyes intense, feeling like the statue was taunting you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you told the statue, “not everyone can be an angel.”

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A Study in Hypocrisy #2.2

Or why the Avengers’ relationship to Tony was unhealthy at best, Steve isn’t fit to be a leader, and why I’m Team Iron Man to the end.


WHY TONY’S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE AVENGERS IS UNHEALTHY AT BEST

Tony’s relationship with the Avengers has always made me uncomfortable. For the longest time, I couldn’t put my finger on why exactly, but I’ll try to organize my thoughts in this series.  

This post was getting far too long, so I decided to cut it into parts, one per Avenger.


STEVE

Steve’s relationship with Tony is bathed in hypocrisy and double standards right off the bat. When Steve meets Bruce, he tells him that he doesn’t care about his reputation and will essentially make up his own mind about what kind of person he is from what he sees as they work together. 

Yet he doesn’t apply that very same standard to Tony, instantly judging and comparing him to Bucky. 

Big man in a suit of armor. Take that away, what are you?

[…]

I know men with none of that worth ten of you.

Avengers (2012)

Where does Steve get off judging Tony like this? Reading a file doesn’t give him intimate knowledge of who Tony is as a person. And his fortune has nothing to do with who he is inside. Indeed, it sounds like he holds Tony’s fortune (which he worked hard to build—whatever people may think, SI’s products didn’t invent themselves) against him. Which makes no sense? 

In Winter Soldier, we see quickly enough that neither Steve nor Natasha trust Tony. When they show up at Sam’s, they promptly tell him everyone they know wants to kill them, which is so absurdly stupid and wrong I have no words for it. Tony would never ally with HYDRA. Tony designed the freaking helicarriers. Hell, he’s a tech genius. He was the obvious choice in this case! He could have provided them with a safe house, any supplies they needed, backup and unlimited technical help. 

But do you think they went to him? 

Nooo. And why? Apart from “they’re stupid and Marvel didn’t want to pay for RDJ,” because Steve already knew about the Winter Soldier killing Tony’s parents. They could have avoided dumping all of SHIELD’s files on the internet. They could have protected the hundreds of undercover agents who were caught unawares once their legends were blown. They could have protected those agents’ families. They could have protected the agents who weren’t undercover, but still carrying out missions at the time. They could have avoided the crazy damage caused by three giant flying machines shooting each other out of the sky right over Washington DC. There would have been considerably less loss of life had Tony been involved. 

And yet they chose to keep him out of it. 

And here’s where it starts to get very sour, and where I get very, very bitter. 

Around rolls Age of Ultron and Steve is so, so quick in putting the blame on Tony. Like everyone else, he promptly forgets Bruce’s involvement, and makes Tony the sole culprit. After 3 years fighting side by side, he doesn’t even give him the benefit of the doubt. He doesn’t pause to think of somebody other than his precious little self and wonder if, maybe, he’s not so special after all and others might have experienced visions, too. 

Nope. No, it’s evil, it’s bad, so it’s gotta be Tony’s fault. 

Then, there’s the culmination of his hypocrisy: “Sometimes, my teammates don’t tell me things.” 

Okay. First, who the fuck do you think you are, asshole? You don’t get to demand that your teammates tell you everything? What the hell! Nobody owes you anything whatsoever. 

Second, who the fuck do you think you are to demand complete transparency after keeping the secret of said teammate’s parents’ death for over a year? 

This pissed me off. so. damn. much. 

Pardon my French. 

The sheer hypocrisy, people. The balls! 

Now then. What about trusting freaking Wanda Maximoff over your teammate? She suddenly realizes that she’s gonna die too if the world ends, switches to your side out of sheer convenience and self interest, and after 30 seconds you take her advice that “Stark is evil” like she’s the Messiah? Wow. It must be nice to be so convinced of your own self-righteousness. 

Finally, Civil War

Let’s forget about the fact that Steve probably didn’t read the Accords. The entire thing has to have taken place over the course of, what… a week at most? Starting with the introduction of the Accords. There is no way in hell Steve—or anyone else on his team, really—would have managed to read and understand a piece of legislation as complex as the Accords in that time. No way. Which means that he heard a vague description of it and said “no” for… what reason again? 

But I digress. 

Tony offers compromises. He works his ass off to come up with a way to wipe Steve and Sam’s record clean, and to offer Bucky therapy instead of prison. He keeps reaching out, over and over again, only to have his hand slapped away by Rogers. But unlike Rogers, Tony doesn’t dismiss Steve’s claims that there are other Winter Soldiers. He investigates the information and then, because his heart is too big for his own good, he still goes to Siberia to help. 

And there are 5 more super soldiers just like him. I can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can’t.

Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Because where Steve says “I,” Tony says “we.” Because Tony Stark, who “doesn’t play well with others,” is the one who keeps reaching out and trying to move as a team. Because Steve, who keeps preaching about fighting “together” and not having secrets, keeps his tightly under wraps. Again, do you think Sam and Bucky were aware of Tony’s deal? 

Back on topic, Tony goes to Siberia to help Steve, who then proceeds to invalidate his trauma and pain at seeing his parents die in front of his eyes. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, of course Tony’s not stupid and realizes that Steve knew. But instead of confessing, Steve lies to his face all. over. again.

I will not even go into that condescending letter, which could be summarized like follows: “I’m sorry you don’t understand that I was right and you were wrong, and if you’re prepared to beg for forgiveness and freely offer your house, your toys and your money to me again, I might just, after some time, agree to forgive you. P.S.: How is it, being all by yourself in that huge place?”  

Steve is a hypocritical, holier-than-thou asshole and needs a kick where the sun don’t shine. Tony better not forgive anyone until they grovel for at least 10 years. 


ETA: Also, that “I could do this all day” line infuriated me to no end. Implying that Tony’s being a bully when he’s just been stabbed in the back by his teammates while he was trying to do what was right is downright petty, stupid, awful and shitty


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Part 2.1: Natasha | Part 2.2: Steve | Part 2.3: Thor

Words by Hiba Krisht. Hiba is Lebanese and Palestinian, as well as a scholar and brilliant writer, so when she talks about Palestinian welfare and discourse about Palestine, everyone should listen.

“I’m at the point where I can’t see how focus on the Israel Palestine question re: Chicago Dyke March is anything other than derailment.
I’d also like to say that perception that pro-Palestine sentiment here is being silenced *as a general trend* very much does not sit well with me because I believe the silencing to be happening the other way around, and think this is in fact a longstanding destructive feature of discourse surrounding the Palestinian cause. Also, I believe most of those engaging in defense of a pro-Palestinian liberation stance right now mean well but do not understand how much its framing decenters actual Palestinian welfare.

I will elaborate on both counts. I’m agitated from all sides about this and I can’t do brevity so bear with me I guess.

First, the derailment. It’s of particularly troubling sort because it falls into a larger pattern of whataboutism where what *should be* a case of clearcut antisemitism cannot ever be identified and unilaterally condemned by the left without also being hashed and rehashed in exculpatory ways "because Israel.”

This is ESPECIALLY troubling when:
- There is a persistent phenomenon that’s almost like a lefty inversion of the concept Israeli exceptionalism. Like a reverse- exceptionalism, whereby discussion of Israel’s transgressions are held to singular standards of scrutiny to the exception of other nations/populations with comparable and/or far more deplorable histories and actions and crises. And in that I am including all the unspeakable injustice and destruction the larger MENA region has wrought to Palestinians, and how accountability seems no concern there, in part *because* of eternal return to obsessive, unilateral focus on Israel as the central Palestinian issue.

- Cases of anti Muslim bigotry aren’t held to the same scrutiny. The fact that people will demur about antisemitism but not anti-Muslim bigotry betrays a terrible lack of self awareness re: double standards. I mean, if you want to go ‘head and make weak arguments about how religious symbols are politically wielded, I’m going to have to start wondering why you aren’t referencing the much more appalling and deadly scope of human rights abuses committed under Muslim banners whenever the question of banning Muslim symbols comes up. Which would be a clearly terrible argument, but maybe it’s worth reflecting why the same argument suddenly makes sense when it comes to Jewish symbols.

- Casual antisemitism often manifests as (among other things) conflations between Jewish symbols or beliefs / various Zionist ones / various Israeli nationalist ones. We ALREADY know the Dyke March incident to be an iteration of this problem. Now think about how fucked up what happened next is: the ban of a Jewish symbol at a public event based on a bigoted conflation is called out as anti-Semitic. Then, as a kind of precondition for defense against or acknowledgement of such anti-Semitism, people on the left apparently see fit to hold Jewish people accountable, individually and as a group, for *the same bigoted conflations targeting them*, basically needing Jewish people to declare their politics and/or unilaterally renounce Zionism – essentially acting as gatekeepers despite being outsiders operating from apparently rather reductive and narrow presumptions of Zionist politics, since they somehow have the arrogance of assuming they understand and can judge what any given Jewish person’s Zionist adherence entails and means based on the label alone???
Who the fuck else does this? Who the fuck else has to go through this? Do we have to establish and approve of the political and ideological leanings of Muslims in order to defend them against anti-Muslim bigotry, or do we engage in whataboutism re: the scourge of political Islamism in the Middle East to determine if Muslims have the right to display their religious symbols in the west?

Now the Palestine thing. And necessary conversations. And silencing and whatnot.

Even points that are so reasonable and evident they may well be tautologies by now, like 'Palestinians are entitled to basic human rights’, bear a different weight when made in these contexts. They don’t exist in vacuum, but carry the shadow of a discourse that already has huge issues with privileging particularly anti-Zionist or anti-Israel Palestinian advocacy no matter how tangential to the conversation, and never mind what else is minimized and derailed in the process.

I am not doubting the sincerity and concern of my friends who are struggling to express pro-Palestine sentiment while being confused by hostility right now, but I would urge a more thorough consideration of the relative space taken up by the respective conversations thus far, and to not confuse long overdue push-back from folks who have every reason to be frustrated and sick of derailment and semantic squabbles over definitions of Zionism every time anti-semitism comes up.

If it seems like there is rejection from the left when you want to assert a pro-Palestinian stance here, it is less likely to be because people have a problem with pro-Palestinian politics as such, and more likely to be because there is a salient point regarding how cavalier antisemitism already is today and how these patterns of derailment every damn time end up gatekeeping attempts to counter an insidious kind of racism that can and must be discussed without forcing marginalized people to jump through the Israel Blame Game hoops to defend their humanity. The Israel Palestine thing needs to stop hijacking conversations about antisemitism. Palestinian welfare does not suffer if people refuse to derail conversations about anti-semitism, but conversations about anti-semitism certainly suffer when what-about-Palestine pops up.

And that’s all besides the fact that no matter how well-meaning, this Palestine-specific whataboutism does not contribute anything appreciable to Palestinian welfare and is so oblivious in some ways it’s kind of heartbreaking to try to navigate through. I firmly believe that the kneejerk way the Palestinian Cause is held up like a trump card whenever convenient and the infuriating reverse exceptionalism with which the conflict is treated has been a firm factor in prolonging the crisis and exacerbating Palestinian suffering. I’m struggling to find the words for why it troubles me so much to see all these conversations stuck on questions of whether anti Zionism is anti Semitism because don’t forget Israel and what about accountability for Palestine.

Please. Please. Please try to understand that an anti-Zionist pro-Palestine liberation stance is not one that needs championing in the left, that nobody fucking lets us forget Israel when we try to talk about Palestine, and nobody stops talking about Palestine when anyone mentions Israel, and it hasn’t done shit for diaspora or territory Palestinians except turn us into a handy slogan.
Establishing a stance of basic advocacy for the rights and welfare of the Palestinian people is not what the discourse lacks, it is what the discourse needs to *move past* already. Everybody is well-versed and comfortable with the Israel Blame Game– it drowns out and supersedes everything else, and it’s everything else that Palestinian advocacy desperately needs.

This is something that frustrates me to no end because it’s not reducible to something like Israeli conduct being dealt with disproportionate scrutiny in the left *as such*, but as a function of urgency and relative space. When Israel overshadows discourse about Palestinian welfare even though it is Arabs who are responsible for the most staggering and horrific ongoing Palestinian abuses, we have a problem. And it can never be talked about or addressed because only Israel’s actions are viewed with agency and significance, and attributing Palestinian suffering to anything else is instantly condemned as insidious detraction.

So you can see how it is frustrating to go through the whole 'is pro-palestinian anti-zionism anti-semitic’ rigmarole when it is so often a distraction from more functional questions of Palestinian welfare.

Fact: There are kinds of anti-Zionism that are pro-Palestinian rights and that are also anti-Semitic. Fact: There are kinds of anti-Zionism that are pro-Palestinian rights and that are not anti-Semitic. Fact: There are kinds of Zionism that are consistent with upholding the rights and freedoms of Palestinian Arabs, and, fact: there are kinds that are categorically not.

Educated opinion: Not only is anti-Zionism the established and normative stance across most of the Middle East, but, if we’re being honest, probably the most prevalent and established type of anti-Zionism in the discourse is that which engages in solid pro-Palestinian advocacy while also falling into both gross and casual anti-Semitism. This is definitely the case in the broader discourse on the issue in the Middle East, and what’s more, there is next to no self-awareness of the anti-Semitic assumptions, myths, and bigotries, not to mention the historical revisionism, threading popular and political anti-Zionism in the MENA region and popular Palestinian and Lebanese culture as well. This is a problem, and one that will never be addressed as long as pro-Palestinianism and anti-Semitism are presumed to be wholly non-overlapping binaries by well-meaning leftists. It is both possible and necessary to acknowledge and mount critique of anti-semitic elements in pro-Palestine discourse while maintaining Palestinian advocacy. Acknowledging anti-Semitism in the discourse is not going to undermine the Palestinian cause. Again, people don’t need to be perfect moral agents to justify a defense of their humanity.

Educated opinion: Leftist discourse centering the Israeli-Palestinian conflict is overall entrenched in rigid, binary thinking and overwhelmingly leans pro-Palestine but in unfortunately too-basic, reductive ways. It already has an ideological rigidity problem. The discourse is such that to be pro-Palestine is to be above all transcendentally righteous: the lines of oppression and blame are clear and brook no further complexity; it is the cause no reasonable person can deny or fail to center in any conversation, and Palestinian advocacy is almost synonymous with condemnation for the Israeli crimes against the Palestinian people and aught else.

It is troubled with issues of allegiance and abstraction– maintaining certain principled stances re: the Cause is treated as an almost inviolable tenet for anybody who can claim to care about Palestine, despite the fact that the central narrative of the Cause pits the immediate welfare and prosperity of generations of living, breathing Palestinians against the memory of a Palestine that has not existed for decades and an abstract future promise of a right to return to a place that never again will be. The narrative may have once been in service of the people, but it has not been so in a long time. And it is only the narrative that is treated with sanctity by the most vocal champions of Palestine, and if it comes at the expense of Palestinian lives like in Yarmouk, so be it. Palestinian advocacy is more about condemning Israel than it is about supporting Palestine, and that is the problem.

It’s beginning to feel like despair, seeing how pro-Palestinian discourse is framed in terms of the questions of Zionism and anti-Zionism over and again, constantly centering and recentering the question of Palestinian welfare as a foil to Israeli aggression in broad nationalistic and/or existentialist terms, assuming unilateral causes, ascribing agency very selectively to regional actors, brooking no interrogation of Palestinian, Arab, or Muslim agency in the conflict, and obsessively resistant to moving past the past.

It’s been decades and Palestinians continue to suffer large-scale crises in basic resources, public health, trauma, and disenfranchisement, and they have largely been allowed to persist in the name *of* Palestine, at the hands of Arab regimes that shrug off all accountability in Israel’s direction, though for fifty years diaspora Palestinians in the larger Levant have been purely at the mercy of the Arab states housing them. We do not need to hear tired pro-liberation stances when it is those very stances that are used to justify keeping us holed up in Lebanese and Syrian refugee camps, stateless, in suspended animation, without civil rights or wealth or upwards mobility, dying slowly of poverty and deplorable living conditions and isolation if we’re lucky, and if we’re unlucky, until a guy like Assad comes along and murders, maims, starves, and makes refugees out of a whole city of us– and yet it is in the name of liberating Palestine that Assadist discourse proliferates, being anti-Israel, and Palestine’s catastrophe is only and ever subsumed into the crimes of Israel and not of those of Syria or Lebanon or Assad or Hamas or the PA or Fatah or the GCC states or anybody else.
When I want to talk about Palestinian advocacy, I want to talk about Assad and the nearly 200,000 Palestinians in Yarmouk camp that are now dead or gone or starving under siege and I want to talk about how the Lebanese state has made pariahs and a lost people out of *generations* of diaspora Palestinians practically quarantined in refugee camps because of petty sectarian concerns and I want to talk about the Palestinian political elite grievously frittering away resources and opportunities that could have prevented significant Palestinian suffering and death because of political feuds and a reckless privileging of a jihadi cause over popular welfare– but I cannot, because the justifications, distractions, conspiracy theories loop incessantly back to Israel. Which cements *my* concern that these conversations are not really *about* Palestinian welfare at all.“

Bellamy in the finale tho

I can’t get past how sad I am for Bellamy right now. What all of this meant to him. His life was a wild danger rollercoaster in the pilot but he met this girl, and she just, like, blew past everything. Past all his drama and all his excuses and all his fears. He resented her then he respected her then he had a crush on her then… he fell in love with her. He saw her darkest deepest most vulnerable parts and he loved her because he recognized them. Bellamy showed her his darkest deepest most vulnerable parts, and her love and faith never faltered. Here’s this person who has transformed his life and transformed him and he has such a deep respect for her even when her choices infuriate him. She’s larger than life in his eyes– she’s “Clarke.” She's​ the last person he wants to see when his eyes close. From s2 onward he’s carrying this love that is stronger and more powerful than he’s ever felt. It’s romantic, it’s platonic, it’s profound.

And then in s4 when they find the Polis bunker, the plan is for both of them to be inside it. He promises Abby that. That was the commitment they made in episode 3. But they go to save Raven, and they decide to go to space–so the new plan is to survive that way. It’s harder, it’s crueler, but they’ll be in it together. Even when Clarke is exposed, he believes that her blood will kick in and they can make it. Together. That’s the plan.

Clarke is trying to tell Bellamy that she’s dying, that he can’t count on her presence, but he won’t hear it because he sees this future. Five years side by side with their friends, fighting against the elements and waiting for the world to remake itself. For a few hours, he believes that future is theirs.

But then Clarke doesn’t make it, and he has to leave her. He had to put all of that love and hope and faith aside and sacrifice it–sacrifice her–to save the group. The people they both love, the people she told him to protect first. He has to sacrifice the love of his life to a horrific death, all the while hoping and believing in her ability to still save them, somehow.

When he has the dawning horror that she didn’t, she couldn’t, he is crushed–just fucking DESTROYED–by the knowledge that the most painful choice he’s ever made was for nothing. What’s the point of dying slowly in space starving for oxygen when Bellamy could have spent his last minutes on Earth with the person he loves? He could have wrapped his arms around Clarke when the fire came. He could have tucked his face into her shoulder while she locked her hands across his back and they could have gone down like that. Cherished. Loved. Together.

Instead, Bellamy’s insides are screaming because he’s not down there and everyone is dead anyway and that means he failed. When the end comes you should be with the one you love but he isn’t. He abandoned her. He made the wrong choice and now she’ll die alone.

And then… the lights of the station flicker on one by one… and their small cockpit is filled with hope again. Elation, pride, a flash of joy. Because Clarke saved them. Again she lived up to every admiration and heroic ideal he’s had of her. All the strength he saw in her trembling hands, her determined chin, her fierce eyes…they’re his salvation. This flawed, heartbroken, damaged young woman gave her life to save her friends one more time.

He’s glad to be alive. He’s glad his people are alive. But his best friend, his hero, the person who looked at him like he could achieve anything… she’s gone. He’ll never be able to tell Clarke what she’s meant to him. How she’s changed him, or what loving her means to him. That he’s going to carry her for the rest of his life, past the end of the world into a future she’ll never get to see… A future Bellamy wanted more than anything to share with her.

And that’s just the saddest fucking thing.

When a blind woman was named Inquisitor, none of her inner circle expected the task before her to be easy. Neither did any of them expect her to face it alone. Each of them has their own task, a duty they have assigned themselves to make Elera Lavellan’s life just a little easier, a role they carry out with stubborn dedication. None of them say it, but they all know that every one of them would rather die than see someone else take their place.

Solas walks with her in the Fade, drawing her into his memories, conjuring up images of the places they’ve been. Only her body is blind, and in the Fade, she can see the echoes he creates for her. They stroll the ramparts of Skyhold together, a smile flickering around her mouth as she looks out on the rolling mountains, and he helps her memorise every staircase and passageway so that she might navigate them more easily in her sightless waking world. He shows her the Emerald Graves, so that she can stand beneath the trees and gaze at the million different shades of green the sunlight creates as it falls through the leaves. He shows her, despite his scorn, the Dalish camp they visited in the Exalted Plains, so that she can remember her own clan and feel, for a time, at home. They walk the paths of his memories together, he her hahren, and she, a student and friend he is proud to teach.

Varric does what an author does best - he puts the world around them into words. When they reach the top of a slope and let out gasps of awe at a view that Elera can’t see, he steps up to describe it to her, painting every detail with the best words he can think of until she smiles and whispers, I can picture it. He does the same with the people they meet, telling her everything from the colour of their hair to how high she has to look to meet their eyes. Leave it to the others to do the basics, helping her to make it through the world. Varric’s duty is to make that world beautiful.

Sera is the one who climbs. Up the piles of rocks, balancing on beams and narrow ledges, clambering onto rooftops and jumping between gaps. She hates those creepy shards, but Elera says they’re important, and Sera’s damned if she’s letting a blind woman go hauling herself up those frigging rock piles to reach them. Elera would do it if someone else didn’t, stupid stubborn woman, and Sera doesn’t want to see her fall and get herself killed. Because even though she’s an elf, an elfy elf, a really elfy elf who wants those pissing elfy shards to open that elfy temple… somehow, they ended up as friends. Real good friends. And Sera was never one to let her friends get hurt.

Vivienne picks out her wardrobe, not only for all those soirees and balls that the Inquisitor is obliged to make an appearance at, but for day to day wear. Just because practicality is Elera’s greatest concern - finding something with few buttons she needs to fumble at and few fastenings to struggle with - doesn’t mean she should be forced to sacrifice fashion. Vivienne seeks out fine silk and velvet for her, fabrics that a Dalish elf could never have heard of or touched before. She finds tunics in rich turquoise to match her vallaslin, and, for special occasions, a ballgown in pale silvery-blue, so unearthly against her pale skin that she almost seems to be wearing moonlight.

Dorian reads to her. It starts with him making some remark about a book on spirit magic he’s been browsing through. That sounds interesting, she says, could you read that passage to me? And before long it’s a tradition. She comes to the library, he finds a book, they sit in chairs facing each other and Dorian reads. At first it’s mostly tomes on magical theory, but soon, he’s narrating a new chapter of Hard In Hightown every evening, and a little circle gathers around them to listen, all of them catching their breath in unison over the dramatic parts and groaning whenever Varric ends things with yet another cliffhanger.

Cassandra has always been at home on the battlefield, and right from the start, she appoints herself the task of making sure that Elera can feel at home there too. Two rage demons, approaching from the right, and three wraiths, she roars, as the rift splits open and pours the Fade’s denizens forward.  One Red Templar in heavy armour, one archer. Just the simplest things, the things that tell Elera where to stand and what spell to use. There’s nothing she can do to make the bellowing of demons and the clashing of weapons less chaotic - but she can try to bring some kind of order out of the chaos. That’s what she does best, after all.

Bull takes it upon himself to make sure she can indulge in all the things the others won’t let her. Honestly, they treat her like she’s made of glass sometimes, and he knows it infuriates her, knows that she doesn’t want to be coddled. She’s blind, not a child. So he’s the one who makes sure she drops into the Herald’s Rest like all the others, the one who buys her a drink and lets her vent. She rarely has more than one or two, but all the same, he walks with her back to her room afterwards. Leaders have as much right to let themselves go as anyone from time to time. The fact that this leader can’t see doesn’t make the damnedest bit of difference to that.

Cole helps. He appears from thin air to guide her up staircases and through passageways when she needs it - but only when she needs it, because he knows she wants to stand alone as much as she can. And since she can’t see the curl of another man’s lip or the twitch of his brow while she speaks to him, Cole reads people for her, telling her the things she can’t pick up from their words and their tone. To him, her lack of eyesight means nothing. She’s a person, like all the others, and her thoughts are the same as everyone else’s. 

And Blackwall stands beside her. Where he’s meant to be. He’s the shield between her and everything that could ever possibly hurt her, the hand that flashes out to catch her when she stumbles and the weapon that cuts down the enemy who dared to get close. He’s the arm she rests her hand on as they go about their travels, the voice that tells her the path’s getting steeper or take it slow, there’s a sharp drop to the right. At first it’s an obligation, the duty of a soldier who’s seen men suffer a thousand different wounds from war, losing eyesight and limbs and sanity and Maker knows what else. He knows how to help someone whose body isn’t quite whole. 

But it becomes more than that, so much more. She is so strong, so capable, so determined to face all the trials thrown at her by a world she can’t see - but she can’t protect herself from everything. Just as he has needed her, needed her calm kindness and her dauntless faith in him, so she needs him to be her first and last line of defence. He knows, as the rest don’t (all right, Cole probably does, but all the normal rest don’t) that the one thing Elera Lavellan fears is oblivion. Being lost and alone with nothing to guide her.

She won’t have to face oblivion while he’s still breathing. She will always be able to reach out for him and find him there, to hear him tell her, I’m here, my lady. To which she responds with a smile and a murmur - I know, vhenan. Thank you.

She is his fortress, he is her shield, and nothing in the world can touch them.

Okay so I know there has been a lot of buzz around the internet about the subject of LaFou, sexuality, and queer representation lately and now that I’ve seen the movie, I want to put in my two cents. 

If you’ve been living under a rock for the last few weeks, many people have been talking about LeFou being gay and getting a “gay moment” at the end of the film. Vanity Fair put out an article calling the character “ a touching tribute” to Howard Ashman” Many of us LGBT+ folks are obviously not happy with this character, who is literally “the fool” being a bone that’s thrown to us. Many, including myself, where infuriated by the article because not only was Ashman the man who saved Disney from bankruptcy with hits like The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the beast and the formula he created is still successfully used by Disney today, he was a gay man who died of AIDS. So you can see why many of us think calling a villainous side character a “touching tribute” is a gross cop out on Disney’s part.  On the flip side, some christian parenting groups are made because our existence is acknowledged in anyway, even if the representation is bad. A theater in Alabama even refused to carry the film. Needless to say, many people had lots of opinions. 

All that being said, I’m not here to preach to the choir, nor am I here to argue with anyone about whether of not LGBT+ people are are “appropriate” for a disney movie( hint hint we are) I really want to talk straight people who don’t get why LGBT+ people are upset. I need to share my personal experience with the movie to maybe help some people understand. I know I can only speak for myself, but here it is.

I’ll start off by saying, overall, I enjoyed the shit out of this movie. Beauty and the Beast was one of my favorite films as a child. I knew all the songs, I was Belle for multiple halloweens. I loved the over the top, Rogers -and -Hammerstien esque feel of the remake, i liked the bright colors, the songs and grumpy clock Ian McKellan. I want to get lost in how much I loved it. But every time LaFou came on screen, he was like a fly in the ointment, the irritating itch that kept me from enjoying this ridiculous spectacle for exactly what it was, because every LaFou scene was a gay joke.His mannerisms were carefully an explicitly coded to be recognized as those of a gay man, which are not a bad thing on their own but they were played for laughs and combined with a comic, pining-induced subservience to Gaston. He’s hangs on Gaston’s every word, he tells the girls no to waste their breath, he soothes Gaston’s temper. He’s a joke, one we have seen many times before, a weasely ,queer-coded villain. It’s supposed to be funny to us because we know this silly gay man is NEVER going to have his affections returned and all his work if for not.( ie he’s making a fool of himself, so he’s aptly named)  It’s something you get used to when you’re queer and grow up watching Disney films though, so for the most part, I rolled my eyes and tried to enjoy the scenery. 

Until Gaston’s song started.

Now let me start by saying, that has ALWAYS been my favorite song in the film. I have a very naturally loud voice that carries and as a kid I loved to belt the shit out of it when it came on our Disney’s greatest hits CD. It drove my sister crazy on car trips. It’s so silly and it’s poking fun at this hyper masculine douche bag you’re not supposed to like. Luke Evans had been killing it up to that point and I was so jazzed about it. 

And then, we get LaFou, lounging on Gaston’s chair, gazing at him longingly. Gaston looks at him and asks why the girls to love him and LaFou sighs dramatically, like the comedic stereotype they have set him up to be, and says he hears he’s been clingy.

And everyone in the theater laughs. 

Everyone but me. 

Because in that moment, everything snaps into alarming clarity. I am no longer immersed in the nostalgic euphoria of an actor I love about to preform a cherished piece of my childhood. 

I am a joke and everyone it laughing at me. 

Because that’s what it feels like, when you see someone like you splashed on the screen and their feelings being the thing that makes them laughable. When there mannerism that are directly coded to read GAY PEOPLE are the joke. You see the thing about sterotypes is, some of use have those traits. I am clingy as hell, a joke often made about wlw, which I am. I know effeminate gay men. I know people who have fallen in love with straight people. None of those things are inherently bad or make you a bad or shallow person  but somewhere along the way, straight people decided they made us wrong and decided to use those things against us and turn it into a joke. People in the theater were laughing about LaFou’s pining for Gaston, while I had lost friends because I was queer and some women don’t want to be friends with you if they think you’re going to fall in love with them. The rub of knowing this was a conscious choice on the part of the filmmakers. Why not have Cogsworth rush into the arms of a long lost husband, instead of Mrs. Potts? You can’t tell me Sir Ian wouldn’t have been all for that. You had two promient gay actors in this film, which was scored by a gay man and the best you could come up with the villain’s side kick who’s name means fool? Really?

And adding insult to injury, it wasn’t LaFou as a person that was the fool, his gayness MADE him the fool in the context of the film. It was his pining for Gaston, to try and impress him, that was played to make him look foolish. Do you know what that says to people? That being gay makes you a fool, it makes you a joke. I’m 27, I’ve learned how to pack that shit up and process later, but what if I had been 16? 10? What does that say to gay parents, sitting in the audience watching their child laugh because social cues tell them this thing is funny and you should laugh? What LaFou really says to LGBT+ people, to gay men especially, is that you are good enough to put in the labor, to make this beautiful thing(Ian McKellan and Luke Evans did great work as Cogsworth and Gaston and without Howard Ashman, there would be no beauty and the Beast.), but you are not good enough to be well represented in it. 

So straight Disney fans, before you feel the need to tell us why we are “making something out of nothing” or that we should be “glad” for what we get, or that his half assed “redemption” arc or a single moment of him touching another man made it all better,  I need you to imagine sitting in a theater, and knowing everyone is laughing at you. Laughing at who you are, at the struggles you deal with. Imagine the things that have shaped you being watered down and played for comedy before you tell me what is or isn’t good queer representation. 

BTS Reacts: making them jealous

It’s been a frustrating week. The guy you’ve been hooking up with has totally been ignoring you. It doesn’t make it easy to have to see him everyday, but that’s what you get for hooking up with the resident of a house you’re employed to keep clean. Maybe it would do him some good to know he’s not your only option.


Originally posted by jiminahhh

Jin

::he heard you giggling from across the house, and followed the sound until it lead him to the mon studio. He waited outside the door for a moment, but he could only make out the sound of your laughter, and the low rumble of his brothers voice::

“Yah…” ::he swung the door open to find you sitting beside Namjoon, your legs tossed over his right thigh. His hand exploring the skin just under your skirt.::

“So this is how it is?”

“Those weren’t just hookups to me. I thought they were more to you too…”


Originally posted by dabbingjungkookie

Yoongi

::he sat across from you at the dinner table. He watched you drink glass after glass of soju. He locked your gaze with his for just long enough to let you know you needed to calm down.::

you: “Jin oppa! I didn’t realize your thighs were so muscular….” you reach down and gently slide your hand up his thigh.

::Yoongi ignores the comment. Silently (but aggressively) watching the show you were putting on::

“Jin hyung. If you’re gunna fuck my girl, could you do it away from the salad.”


Originally posted by baebsaes

Namjoon

::your moans flooded the house. Namjoon pulled his headphones down to listen with more intent. It was definitely you… and it was definitely moans… but why. He thought of where you could be and who you’d be with, knowing you weren’t nearly that loud when you were alone. Leaving the wireless headset resting around his neck, Namjoon walked down the hallway, following your sounds of lust::

“Wow. Jimin’s room.” Namjoon smiled as he snickered to himself. He swung the door open, only to unexpectedly find his youngest brother on top of you.

“Jungkook… the fuck is happening.”

Jungkook was quick to back away from you; pulling his fingers from your core, and allowing you to pull your dress back down over your lap.

Namjoon leaned down to you, his hand sliding across your waist. “Listen slut. I didn’t even ask you out. You’re not mine, and I’m not yours. If you wanna fuck the maknae, go for it. Just shut up. I’m trying to work.”

He winks at Jungkook on the way out. “She’s all yours, kook-ah. Just keep her quiet. The goddamn neighbors can hear her.”


Originally posted by jeonyween

Hobi

Half asleep in the back of the taxi on the way home, jhope sat between you and the door, with Taehyung on the other side of you. He wasn’t sure if he was bored with you, or just too busy to care but he hadn’t been showing you much attention at all. He was contemplating exactly what had happened between you two when he heard a very breathy, light moan escape from your lips. He shot his head around to see your back arched, and Taehyung’s hand between your legs. Hobi just smiled.

He leaned back himself, and whispered “I knew you were a fucking whore.”

Hobi’s hand made its way up your thigh and in between your legs, along with Tae’s. They both teased you with their fingers until you arrived back at the dorm. Hobi suddenly pulled away.

“We’re here, baby.”

“We’ll be in our rooms…. whenever you decide who you’d like to finish you.”


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Jimin

::texts you at 2am, looking to hookup. When you respond with a picture of you sitting on Yoongi’s lap in some night club, he’s infuriated::

“Really.. who does she think she is?!”

At the club, you decide Yoongi’s too drunk to play. He came in to kiss you and ended up just leaning on your shoulder. You hate it, but you have to text Jimin to come help you get him home.

After you and Jimin get Yoongi safely tucked in bed, Jimin grabs your wrist and pushes you against the wall.

“I know what you’re doing. I didn’t find it funny.” He harshly pushes a hand up your thigh and under your dress. You smile to yourself, because he’s finally giving you what you’ve been wanting for days.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Tae

::you tried texting him earlier this evening, and he just ignored it, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. He just wasn’t in the mood to talk to you. He knew you’d still be there when he wanted to play with you.::

Tae walked into the kitchen to get a drink. As he lowered the water bottle from his mouth, he saw you. You sat facing away from him on the couch. He gulped down hard when he noticed Jimin’s hands clutching your waist. You were straddling the boy on the couch.

Tae watched as your hands explored Jimin’s neck and chest. Jimin’s fingers dug into your sides as he thrust gently up at you. You’re both still clothed, but the sensation was enough to make you whimper just slightly.

Tae clears his throat as he leans against the door frame between the kitchen and living room.

“Having fun?”

You try to get off Jimin, but he pulls you back down onto him.

Jimin: “ignore him. focus on me, baby.”

Tae laughed and cocked his head to the side. He angrily stomped toward you, lifting you in the air by your waist. He threw you over his shoulder and carried you into his bedroom. You looked up as you were being carried away, and saw Jimin toss his head gently on the back of the couch and sigh desperately. Maybe next time, Jiminnie.


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jungkook

Jungkook had no desire to make you his. He rudely expressed that on multiple occasions. You were his toy and that was that. Still though, you thought maybe if he saw you with Hobi… it would trigger something in him.

You began flirting with Hoseok one night when you and the boys decided to watch a movie. You “coincidentally” sat beside Hoseok on the couch. The boys were all tired from their schedules, and began to doze off on the floor and couch. Hoseok was quick to wake up when you leaned your head down to his shoulder, pulling your knees to your chest and letting your legs fall and rest against his side and stomach. He hesitantly reached up and put his hand on the outside of your calf. He stroked his thumb lightly on your leg, taking his moves slowly just in case he was reading the situation wrong.

You make eye contact with Jungkook for just a second before leaning in to Hoseok, your lips just an inch from his ear and neck. “I need you… daddy.” Hoseok visibily twitched at your word choice, and turned his body to you. Forgetting you weren’t alone in the room, Hoseok pushed you down to lay flat on your back on the couch. He positioned himself in between your legs, his necklace dragging along your stomach as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

You turn your head to see Jungkook staring at you. You smile at him in the most evil, “see what I’m doing” way you could possibly create. Jungkook was quick to stand, kneeling down to you; his brother still working your neck and collarbones. Jungkook reached for his brothers hand, and you were so relieved he was going to stop this and finally make you his.

Instead though, when Hoseok‘s hand met jungkooks, it just sort of slid off, and then they first bumped each other. Jungkook smiled at you, knowing what you were trying to do. “Have fun, baby girl.” Jungkook kissed your forehead, and stretch his arms above his head as he walked back to his room.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons where Pennywise realizes that he’s falling in love with the reader and gets extra possessive over time.

This is…longer than I meant for it to be. I guess I got a bit carried away, oops?

  • So um. Angst. He hates you; he hates how you’re different than any of his other prey, hates how he has come to see you as a living creature with thoughts and feelings and not merely a food source. 
  • But he needs you. He needs your presence, comes to rely on it even. Pennywise feels as if he’s addicted, he loathes the attachment he feels, and yet…he can’t bring himself to just end his maddening thoughts and kill you.
  • His initial attraction to you nearly immobilizes him because it is such a foreign feeling: when you touch him for the first time, his arms just sort of hang limply at his sides, a blank, dumbstruck expression on his face as drool dribbles down his chin.
  • You start to use this strange power to your advantage; giving him lingering touches if he is beginning to frighten you or if he seems particularly angry and just watch as his eyes lose focus, sometimes even shutting entirely as he attempts to process the rush of affection he feels due to your touch.
  • Pennywise does not want others to have anything to do with his human.
  • “You’re such a nice girl. I bet you got a lotta friends. Well, tell them I’m your only friend now.”
  • Every time he can smell someone else’s scent on you, he gets furious; snarling, hurling questions at you, “Why’d you let them touch you, huh?”
  • If you ever want to spend time with your other friends, he is immediately defensive: “Am I not enough for ya, Y/N? Is that it?”
  • He silmuntaneously craves your fear and despises it. Angst 2.0. The scent of your fear intoxicates him and he finds it irresistible, yet the teary, hate-filled gaze that you look at him with whenever he is behaving in an especially monstrous manner makes him feel an emotion he would never admit to feeling, guilt.
  • If someone seems to be looking at you in anything more than a platonic manner, you’re sure to spot a red balloon floating about- serving as an ominous warning.
  • The first time he verbally expresses his affection for you, it’s all a big mess. He’d recently exploited your fears in an effort to teach you a lesson for being too friendly to a guy you used to have feelings for a year or so ago. Your fists are banging against his chest, he’s growling viciously as foam leaks out of the corner of his mouth, eyes glowing with barely surpressed rage, and you voice the unspoken question that’s haunted you ever since you first encountered the clown, “WHY DON’T YOU JUST KILL ME ALREADY?”
  • Pennywise doesn’t think before he speaks, it’s a knee-jerk reaction- claws rip through the flimsy fabric of his gloves, and he hisses in a low, gravely voice, much different than the eerily light and crackling voice you’d become accustomed to: “Because I love you, you infuriating little pest.”
Stress Relief Pt. 1 (M)

Word Count: 5,045

Pairing: Reader x Jimin (for now)

Warning(s): Smut, dirty talk, swearing, eventual epic threesome (I promise)

Summary: Working at BigHit is a real pain in the ass. Your stress is really getting to you and causes some..slight hallucinations. What are you going to do about it?

A/N: Okay I originally wanted to write a threesome about Wonho and Jungkook (let me live) but I found the inspiration to write about this first (pls watch this if you haven’t it’s inspo for this half). This is dedicated to @jiminniemouse cuz she’s a thirsty hoe for Jimin and I’m pretty sure a part of this fic has happened to her on multiple occasions. Stay tuned for the mega smut and mega thirsty threesome in part 2! Hope you like it!!

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Hiraeth 3

Hiraeth: (n) homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.

Jimin is a vampire who would stop at nothing to save his dying mother. What lengths would he go to if the only cure to her disease was destroying you?

Series warning: angst, emotional abuse, physical abuse, witchcraft, vampires, werewolves, fluff and eventual smut.

A/N: I’m super proud of this chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

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All of a sudden Jimin’s claw-like nails dig into your skin breaking it into shapes of crescents, and dragging you out of Jungkook’s sight. The things you’ve added into your cart were hastily checked out and put into the car and you know his angry, if not for his curses you feel the anger radiating off of him and his red eyes.

“I told you to stay put for a fucking second! I can’t believe I even took you along” he shouted before placing his hand on the wheel and igniting the engine.

“I didn’t move Jimin” you sighed, “He just came and talked to me… If I ran away, it would’ve seemed odd I just did what anyone in a normal situation would” you didn’t know how much trouble this could get you in with him, he was already angry and talking back is probably not the best thing to do but surprisingly he didn’t reply.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked, trying to dilute the thick tension filled air, having received no reply again you chose to proceed.

“Why do your eyes go red?” You looked away from the window to look at him, yet he ignored you again as if he didn’t acknowledge you in his presence. You decided to let it go as what else could you do, after all you were a captive and not someone he owned answers to.

The ride continued in silence until you recognised the neighbourhood where the car slowly came to a stop. Although you two were the only ones you presumed to be living in the house, the things you got were many ranging from your digestive needs to clothing and towels. Jimin opened the door and headed for the house leaving you dumbfounded with all the bags you’d have to carry, he showed no intention of helping as he looked back as if to say hurry up.

“You could’ve at least offered to help me carry all these” you said as you let out a groan after dropping them on the floor and rubbing all the red assaults the bags made into your skin in attempt to soothe it.

“I’m not the one who got them” he replied coldly, “take something to eat then go to your room”. Before he walked outside the house.

How much more of a jerk can he be you thought. You opened the shopping bags and put all the groceries you could into the designated places. When you opened the fridge, it was completely empty almost as if no one has ever used it, what does he even eat you wondered as all his cupboards are empty. In all your years of education from learning the smallest and deadliest organisms to animals and their bodily functions, he was definitely not normal and frankly it didn’t scare you after what you had witnessed to Sally, you were just intrigued by him. It was only his temper that scares the life out of you.

If Jimin thought you were really going to go to your room after munching in what was a brunch for you, he was so wrong. You couldn’t help your curious nature and thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to explore the house, after all he wouldn’t know since he isn’t here. What you didn’t know is that your scent was left on each photograph of him and who you thought were his family you touched, in each door you’ve twisted open and in each room and bedding you’ve entered. After thinking that hour of exploration was enough for the day a small familiar grey metal box that laid next to Jimin’s bed caught your attention, isn’t that a hospital blood bags storage.  Your thoughts were confirmed true when you flipped the top open to reveal some ice and blood bags making you feel sick to your stomach. Why the hell did he have these? Was he stealing blood infuriating you as you remember how many patients you had who died from blood loss and not having their blood type in the blood bank of the hospital. You were never to let this go.

It was around dawn when you heard the door downstairs click, indicating that the owner had come home. You stayed in your room running different scenarios and sentences on how to discuss why he has 9 blood bags in a freezer next to his bed. You had assessed the risks of being killed for roaming around the house when he warned you not to let alone questioning him about something you saw and touched without permission. You protested your utmost desire to confront him, knowing you should know your limits but it was too late to fake seeing nothing as your door opened suddenly with a strong force making it leave an indentation and a loud sound on the wall behind it.

You were ready to make up an excuse thinking you’ve been caught, maybe he had hidden cameras you thought. But all these thoughts went away as you were faced with the blonde man in a white shirt stained in red, it was blood. You stood up and tried your best not to panic and try to help, after all this was your job.

“Get away from me” he said with gritted teeth when you reached out for his abdomen, pushing you away making you stumble backwards and nearly falling to the ground. “I told you not to wander around, didn’t I?” He shouted with red hues.

“Let me he-help, your hurt!” you tried to speak before he cut you off again, only to push you into the wall and wrapping his hands around your neck so tightly that it knocks off your air supply and lifts you up, your feet dangling mid-air causing you to panic against his hold and struggle. You tried to swat his hand away by using yours but no avail and you felt yourself slowly slipping out of consciousness before he loosens his hold on you and his eyes suddenly soften. He returns you back to the ground and got even closer to your body nuzzling his head into your neck, you can feel his breath on your neck and his lips hovering your skin closely that even the slightest movement will result in contact. Suddenly, he takes steps backward away from you looking really confused and almost angry at himself before inhumanely escaping the room.

You stumbled and leaned into the wall, phased by how close you were to death and teared at the torture he’s giving you finally letting out the breath you’ve been holding, if he’s going to kill you why couldn’t he just hurry with it? A few minutes after you walked yourself to the bed not wanting to cause any more trouble as well as needing much rest after going through a deathly experience.

The morning after, you woke up to the sound of a woman inside your bedroom demanding you to wake up. You opened your eyes and took in her appearance. She had dark long brown hair complementing her gentle brown coloured eyes and soft pink lips. Her angelic looks contradicted the strong aura she emitted.
“Rise and shine little one” she greeted, tone sarcastic. “I’m here to babysit you until Jimin comes back but I have no intention of staying in this dumb house, if you want out then you have exactly 5 minutes”. She winked and she left the room making you scramble out of the bed.

Jimin nearly lost all control yesterday, he nearly killed you and ruined all his master plans. When he came home to find your scent lingering on all his belongings, intoxicating him he knew it would be hard to ignore wanting to suck every bit of blood in your system. Facing you made it even more harder, he got even more angrier in a way he couldn’t understand. Hence, today he had decided to take a break away from you and had told his ex-girlfriend, who was also his maker, stay with you although he knew not to trust Seulgi too much. He didn’t have much of a choice.

He found himself stumble upon your home, where police tape had closed around your apartment. He compelled an officer to allow him to see the body in your room. He listened to the accusations the police concluded on the cause of death, which was homicide and you were her murderer, judging from the way you fled the scene captured by film. The wounds he saw on Sally didn’t look human, you wouldn’t have been able to do it, and judging from the way you react to his violence you look like you can never hurt a fly.


“I almost left” the girl had told you before getting into her car, “get in” she instructed.

“Sorry, I didn’t get a name” you murmured as you settled into the seat.

“Look here. It’s taking me every bit of my body fibres to not rip you apart right now so let’s skip the small talk, hm?” she gave a fake smile before igniting the engine.

Why are they all like this, you wondered? No one seems to accept your nice gestures no matter what you tried, they’re worse than your worst patients. You had arrived at a street market when the girl who is going to keep you company killed the engine.

“I can smell you really well, I have to go to find food and you’re going to stay here. If you decide to walk off anywhere else I will know and I will not hesitate to end your life” she warned. You didn’t mind because at least you can have your privacy while walking around with no money, but at least you were warm in the cold weather.


Everything was going fine when she left, you had decided to walk around the different stalls and try out things you will never be able to buy with no money. You had walked and passed by the multiple cloth sellers only for somebody to tug at your arm and turning you around to face them, you had thought that you would see an angry Jimin who seemed to love harshly pulling at you but you were dumbfounded to meet an unfamiliar face.

“Can I help you?” you hesitated.

“You! You! You reek of a curse!” the old grey haired woman shouted.

“Excuse me?” You replied confused.

“You witch! How can you be walking on earth!” she accused pulling so hard on your arm that she nearly broke your skin and you struggled to free yourself.

“Let go of me” you shouted and tossed out of her hold only to watch the woman crumble to her knees and the only noise she was making were gasps and choke noises. You were terrified, was she having a stroke? A heart attack? You tried to help her and kneeled to her level and looked for a normal pulse only to find none as the woman’s eyes rolled back and slowly, the number ‘two’ was engraved onto her skull.

There were no words to describe how terrified you felt, the scene of Sally burning and bleeding that you tried so hard to forget replayed in your mind over and over again. You fell back on your tracks and tears slipped out of your eyes. The looks people gave you as they tried to help the woman or the ones simply walking by terrified you even more, why is this happened again? You only figured again, that you had to run.

With no destination in mind, you were just running away as your tears fall. Trying to analyse what had occurred made you even more scared enabling you to gather enough energy although you had nothing to eat in order to escape.

Your run was cut short as you run into somebody’s chest. You looked up to see a familiar face.



Jungkook.





A/N: Let me know what you guys think of this chapter and how the story is going so far and what you wanna see more of!

Princess

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: smut  |  Word Count: 4,987

Summary: Reader hates that Bucky calls her names, but the latest one he’s come up with has her fuming.

Warnings: public sex (?), unprotected sex, swearing, Bucky being an annoying little shit.

Author’s Note: This idea came to mind a long time ago when there was an audio going on on tumblr of Seb’s voice. In it, there was a part where he says Princess, and the idea just popped up in my head like that. The audio can be found here. Be warned though, it’s pure porn. As always, let me know if there’s any typo.

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Rebekah x Reader

Requested by @jerseymikaelson


Among the many secrets the Mikaelsons have, there is one that not even Elijah and Klaus know. Kol of course found out by means of constant badgering. Rebekah had always known. Hayley was graciously allowed to know the secret when Rebekah left New Orleans, hoping that she would be able to keep an eye on her secret.

Unfortunately for Rebekah the day came when Esther returned and drew Klaus paranoid attention to her secret, luring him to explore the hidden nooks and crannies on the Mikaelson home until he found it. By the time, Hayley had gotten to Rebekah it was too late.

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Just Friends (Part 1)

AN: Best friends, you and Tae were once inseparable. Tae’s fame made it difficult for you guys to always see eachother, but now you’re interning at BigHit and Tae can’t see you as his little punk anymore.

- 3,000 words. 


Originally posted by nessabts


“Y/N where’s my shirt?!” Tae screamed like a kid, pouting his full lips at you.

You were thus interrupted from working out his schedule and being comfortable sat on the couch with a mug of tea.

“Just because I work for you now asshole doesn’t mean you can boss me around like that!’ You yell back at his face, annoyed your best friend enjoys making fun of your new status.

Tae, being Tae, couldn’t control his annoyed expression. He burst out laughing.

He plummeted himself down on the couch next to you.

“Aish, it’s so easy to ruffle your feathers now Y/N. What happened?” He grinned at you.

“You only see my once every year, I grew up. I’m 20 now, Tae.” You said, offended Tae thought you had drastically changed. You spoke with him once a week before starting to work for BigHit, but those were one hour conversations at most where Tae couldn’t really pick up on you growing up.

You were 15 when Tae and you last saw each other everyday before he moved to Seoul to start life as a trainee. It surprised you how you had managed to stay in contact, but the contact was on the phone or webcam, with yearly visits for a week or two.

“Awwwwwh, my Y/N grew up. Do you remember when you use to pad your bra?” Tae said, cracking up again. Okay, it was true. You had a phase where you wanted to copy the ‘sexy’ girl of the class and also develop boobs. The problem was you were 12 and flat as a pancake.

“Hey!” You slapped his arm playfully, unable to stop a smile coming out of you.

“Everyone was doing it, don’t act like you didn’t notice. They looked good too..” You tried to defend yourself, but you knew you were in the wrong.

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ok so i closed to the survey, and i’ll share the results beneath the drop so it doesn’t clog up everyone’s dash because there is a Lot to look at

Disclaimer: Some fans may not like the result/ what was said about them. DO NOT come into my ask box and send me anons if you don’t like it. The commentary comes from other people. Don’t bother trying to argue with me.

so i received 241 responses in total, which is pretty good! here’s how many fans of each team i had (it won’t add up to 241 because people put more than one team.):

  • Anaheim: 1
  • Arizona: 10
  • Boston: 28 
  • Buffalo: 3
  • Calgary: 7
  • Carolina: 18
  • Chicago: 9
  • Colorado: 13
  • Columbus: 15
  • Dallas: 33
  • Detroit: 16
  • Edmonton: 18 
  • Florida: 2
  • L.A.: 3
  • Minnesota: 7
  • Montreal: 20
  • Nashville: 46
  • New Jersey: 7
  • NYI: 2
  • NYR: 12
  • Ottawa: 2
  • Philly: 13
  • Pittsburgh: 36
  • San Jose: 21
  • St Louis: 6
  • Tampa: 16
  • Toronto: 78
  • Vancouver: 6
  • Vegas: 9
  • Washington: 52
  • Winnipeg: 4

The top 3 most represented teams were Toronto (by a landslide), Washington, and Nashville (represent lmao!!!)

Best Fanbase result

  1. Nashville (18.3%, 44 votes)
  2. Carolina (9.5%, 23 votes)
  3. Colorado (9.1%, 22 votes)
  4. Toronto (8.3%, 20 votes)
  5. Vegas (7.5%, 18 votes)
  6. Tampa, Washington, Dallas (11 votes each)
  7. Edmonton, Columbus (9 votes)
  8. Minnesota (8 votes)
  9. San Jose, Montreal, Arizona (7 votes)
  10. Boston, NYR, Florida (5 votes)
  11. Calgary, Buffalo, Chicago (3 votes)
  12. Ottawa, Philadelphia, Detroit (2 votes)
  13. Winnipeg, St. Louis, New Jersey, Vancouver (1 vote)

The only teams to receive no votes were the Ducks, Kings, Islanders, and Penguins. 

as a preds fan, i am extremely flattered, and here are some of the reasons why (if you’re a fan of one of these teams and wanna boost ur own ego by reading them all lmk):

  • Vegas: “everyone’s just happy; Ride Dick jokes”
    • “they’re not real yet”
    • “they just wanna have fun”
  • Boston: “Only ever really shit on Habs fans” (mood tbh)
  • Nashville: “The chants? Did you see the play off run, they were so hype.” (i KNOW!!!!!!)
    • “they all hate the blackhawks”
    • “not annoying. not pissbabies.”
    • “they’re not the pens”
    • “if all those people who bandwagon the preds had bandwagon the bruins i would’ve choked them but preds fans never choked me so i love them.” -ashley pbergeron
  • Colorado: “they’re just happy to be here i think”
    • “no shade but how are they gonna be rude with their record”
    • “their team is bad but they’re here for the softness”
    • “we’re all here to love gabe landeskog and tyson barrie”
    • “shamed into niceness”
  • columbus according to many u are amazingly friendly and chatty and more people should love u
    • “happy to be included tbh”
    • “they’re bros”
  • carolina everyone says you stay in your own lane and it’s appreciated 
  • dallas everyone loves and supports you
  • “the flames because their uniform is red and red is my favorite color”
  • “ottawa is the nicest because they have no fans”
  • “montreal because they’re canadian”
  • “tampa calls half the roster daddy but that ain’t malicious and i ain’t judging”
  • “washington is nice and they hate the pens like me”

Worst Fanbase

I’m just gonna remind y'all that the commentary is NOT mine and that you best not be leaving hate in my ask bc tbh its not my problem if other people don’t like your team

less teams got votes for this one (which is good because it would suck if everyone was terrible)

  1. Chicago (47.7%, 115 votes)
  2. Pittsburgh (35.7%, 86 votes)
  3. Nashville (4.6%, 11 votes)
  4. Toronto (2.9%, 7 votes)
  5. Boston (2.5%, 6 votes)
  6. Anaheim (4 votes)
  7. Winnipeg, Washington, Philadelphia (2 votes)
  8. Ottawa, Montreal, Minnesota, Edmonton, Columbus, St Louis (1 vote)

ok tbh a lot of people put “self-explanatory” or “do i really have to explain” and A LOT of people said “i almost put chicago/pittsburgh but…” but here are some reasons why people hate these teams:

Chicago:

  • “It’s a bunch of rape apologists and people who excuse racism idk what else I could say on it”
  • “no one can match a Blackhawks fan’s persecution complex”
  • “They can’t stay in their fucking lane.”
  • “if i have to see another pk*ne stan in my life im deleting the entire nhl”
  • “In the kindest way possible, they’re dicks. They come to our home games, throw things at our fans, purposely starting fights. And they’re just obnoxious.”
  • “they always up in everyone else’s business and go out of their way to shit on other teams”
  • “One time a white Hawks fan try to tell me, a Native American individual, what I should and shouldn’t find offensive when it comes to Native American issues. They even went so far to use very vulgar expletives in their argument, which in normal circumstances I honestly wouldn’t care about, but I was trying to have a civil discussion and they were clearly too far up Chicago’s racist ass to show me an ounce of respect so. That was fun.” (Y I K E S)
  • “Absolutely trashed Amalie Arena, did not keep a family friendly attitude during public screenings, were antagonistic to Lightning fans whether they won or lost a game. Garbage.”

Pittsburgh:

  • “Entitled, turning into H*wks fans with the whole repeat cups thng. They’re the new “3 cups 5 years” shit.”
  • “They don’t understand that they aren’t the only team??? You can’t say one (1) maybe bad thing about any player with out them jumping on you.”
  • “Oh my god I hate Pens fans. Dear god. They don’t stop whining ever and constantly play the victim over everything, cause drama over nothing, and turn a blind eye to the shit their team pulls. Hawks fans are a close second on the “playing victim” front, but man, Pens fans are total bitches. 0/10. Probably not the Worst fanbase, but the ones I see the most of? Since I kind of block every single Hawk fan I see. Ahem.”
  • “bc they’re not the preds”
  • “obnoxious”
  • “some (not all) tend to be a little arrogant and rude but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”
  • “everywhere, won’t leave you alone, can’t hide, WILL find you + harass you”
  • “win or lose, both online and in person, almost all of them are assholes and crybabies. they always come to my team’s stadium in mass and often start fights. I’ve seen a pen fan push someone down stadium stairs (the victim broke their wrist), I’ve seen one sucker punch someone, I’ve had some of them yell homophobic slurs at me as I walked by- and all of this was at Nationwide Arena. my friends in other fanbases have had similar expirences with them as well, they’re generally aweful people and I wish they would go the fuck away.” (THAT is bad. yikes.)
  • “They’re mean”
  • “Crosby eats jars of mayo and is a dick.”
  • “Kidney crispy and his legion of fans who insist he does nothing wrong ever”
  • “I worked at the joe louis arena and me and all my coworkers dreaded games when we played the pens, hands down no other team has fans so mean/rude/drunk/beligerent “

Nashville (unfortunate tbh.):

  • “Some of the fans are great, but a good number of them have already adopted the   annoying habit of complaining about not having won a cup and being under appreciated. They like to act as if they are just the longest suffering fans and don’t want to acknowledge that it is easy to cheer for a good team and that they haven’t really had the highs and lows that a lot of other fan bases have had at this point. Plus, I have been yelled at and hassled multiple times by Nashville fans when attending games. I really like the team and the city, but the fans are pretty bad.”
  • “fish. whiny babies. fucking carrie underwood pretending to care about hockey. bad country singers attempting the national anthem.” 
  • “i’m a pretty big preds fan as well so this isn’t really a “i love the blackhawks so 4get the preds” response. imo it just seems like there are a handful of people that are diehard preds fans that come across really cruel?? like based on what i’ve seen when they’re indirecting or responding to people- and not just blackhawks fans because i don’t really count “being mean to blackhawks fans” as a cruel thing ajdklsa- but it just seems like their really good energy doesn’t always get used in a positive way on this site that’s all”
  • “the most annoying  for me are Nashville’s fans..i was at one game and i get so much hate because of my jersey, because of who am i supporting and..it just made me sad..i think they’re not all like this..but it happened”
  • “I’ve just met a lot of really mean preds fans in real life and on the internet, which was disappointing because they’re a pretty awesome team.”
  • “They seem to think that they’re good people just because of the player(s)/team(s) they support when they actually treat fans of all other teams like garbage. That seems really wrong and narrow minded to me.“
  • “They’ve just been really rude to me and my friends.”
  • ‘"It’s all your fault"’

Columbus: 

  • “They’re just kind of snotty?”

Toronto:

  • “Leafs fans tend to think that Toronto is the center of the universe and that everything has to revolve around their team. They get defensive about every little thing and like to think that their team is better than it actually is sometimes. Unfortunately with a larger fanbase they simply have a larger volume of annoying fans, not necessarily a higher percentage than any other fanbase, and those voices really stick out”
  • “smol bean culture uwu”
  • “some can’t just take the W, sore winners  + they’re everywhere, always up to something (most of them are cool though im just bitter)”
  • “Who is Auston Matthews” (??????????????)
  • “'me stanning the leafs’ makes me want to Kermit sewer slide” (omg……….just @ karina. im screaming.)

Boston:

  • “The most Extra when their team is losing, literally act like the world is ending if they’re down 1 in the first and they’re always like “wow what must it be like to have a good time” LIKE CALM DOWN it’s infuriating” (just @ ashley omg :/)
  • “They are very violent and loud.”
  • “Boston fans are RACIST.”
  • “A majority of Bruins fans I’ve met/come into contact with are very aggressive and rude towards opposing teams’ fans.”

Winnipeg:

  • “Entitlement and have done nothing to deserve it”
  • “Massive circlejerk, obnoxious, feel entitled and cocky with absolutely nothing to show for it. Will vilify players/teams without recognizing any of their players are dirty or careless. Laine looks like Donkey from Shrek.”

My personal favorites, the Ducks:

  • “man i fuckin hate the ducks”
  • “I’m gay and I hate the ducks” (i love U)
  • “Are ducks fans even real idk but if they are they’d have to be assholes in order to put up with K*sler”


Ok here’s my two cents: obviously rivalries and stuff make bias. i get that. but you also have to remember that hockey is meant to be competitive, especially come playoff time. people are gonna goalie chant and be rude and yell stuff you may not like about your team. it happens! but it doesn’t mean that the fans are ALWAYS mean. that being said, i wanna say that preds fans aren’t intentionally malicious for no reason and I’m sorry to anyone who had a negative experience.

HOWEVER, for chicago and pittsburgh, before you point fingers, really reevaluate yourselves. obviously no one is perfect, and like i said, hockey is extremely competitive, but if this many people have an issue with you and how you treat others, then its time to take responsibility. I’ve met some great people with the pens as their secondary teams and there are pens fans that tolerate my hating them because they’re nice enough and can handle criticism, but overall, people have a negative view of y'all because you allow the assholes to be the loudest fans. if anyone wants to talk to me, my ask box is open, but like i said: DO NOT SEND ME ANONS ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE’S COMMENTARY. thank y'all for participating, i really appreciate it!

PDX to JFK

the feysand modern au with more cliches than should be allowed

Feyre Archeron is pretty sure there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed when it comes to conduct with the authors whose books she edits. But when you take what should have been a normal flight to Paris and add a tuna sandwich, a red pen, and a smirking stranger, lines can get a little blurry. 

or

the one where feyre accidentally trash talks a novel to its author and then they kinda fall in love

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Breathing Space

Sequel to Brave. 

More installments ahead! Tag list comes mainly from this post, which also includes a rough outline of all the installments in this University!AU series to come!

@extremepenguin10 @interstellarroadkill @jadorefreedom @flowersheep @helpimafangirlposts @imthenewproxy @isnt-that-wizard @panicitssammyanddean @serenity0092 @ekkosoundspn @datonerougecookeh @intriguedslytherin @squashymoon-wink @thatdamfangirl12 @artidan @queensire @softbludemon @hopefullyalways @lucky-clover-cannot-hear-you @phanandothertrash @saltequeen @smiles-and-fandoms @faydedtruely @justanotherpurplebutterfly @thisimmortalnerd @dinohunter5904 @pippa-frost @viva-la-nordics @invisibleninjah @usernamestakewaytooeffinglong @scouttheoneandonly @cutecatwhiskers @xix-leiloves-xix @musicphanpie-b @shipperofallthings-vk @v-blue-writer @protaganope @onehundredphans @theatrenerd273 @phantom-opera @memelovingsun @huffletough @axapanda53 @musiclover152002 @pies-cakes-and-gays @silver-owl413 @ninja-kitty-more-like-no @cup-of-blue @crazymadredfox @eternal-sanders 

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Virgil hardly wakes at all, which surprises him. He is usually a notoriously light sleeper, as if some part of his mind is constantly on guard, waiting to hear if something changes during the night. 

But, this time, his mind slips easily into sleep, limbs blissfully heavy. He vaguely remembers stirring at the sound of Roman moving the covers back. He remembers trying to say something, at least, only managing a weak, questioning, “Hmm…?” And then, Roman’s voice drifting through the fog: “Shh, it’s early, still. Go back to sleep.”

And, what’s even more surprising to Virgil is that he apparently does so. The next thing he knows is he’s waking up to the light of day streaming through his curtains. He gets up and stretches. Roman is not there.

Virgil opens his door to meet Logan in the corridor. He’s shutting the kitchen door behind him, balancing a cup of tea in one hand. He nods.

“Good morning, Virgil. Well, almost afternoon.”

“Hey, Teach. Much on today?”

“Not particularly- tutoring one first year in the lab at three, but apart from that… Actually.” Logan jerks his head towards his own room. “May we talk?”

Virgil frowns. “Uh, sure?”

He follows Logan down the corridor into his room. Logan leans on the desk and sips his tea while Virgil stands uncertainly, arms folded. Logan sets the mug down.

“I have been made- ah- aware of the Giant Jerk Number One situation.”

“You’ve- oh. Have- have you seen Roman today?”

“I have.”

Virgil tries to disguise his shoulders tensing with worry, but he can’t help it. Maybe Roman found things too awkward. Maybe he said something wrong, and Roman had to vent to Logan about it and, oh God-

“Virgil. Relax. We just chatted for a little while. He said you were… very kind.”

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“The Language of Love”  Negan x Reader

Word Count: 2,225

Negan x Reader

Request: Can I request a Negan one? Where the reader grew up in France but moved to the US when she was young, but kept her French accent/French as her first language. And she gets taken as prisoner by Negan, but he treats her really well because he’s attracted to her. But one day he just pisses the reader off and she starts to cuss him out in French, and it turns Negan on a lot. And it leads to smut?

Warnings: Smut (oral receiving and giving, no actual penetration), swearing, language kink, I think Negan in general should just be a warning, dom! Negan

a/n: this was a request from someone who messaged me, and I told them I would do it, but I just wanted to point out that I do not speak French. This is all from google translate so I sincerely apologize if anything is not correct!


Originally posted by wildling-heart

Growing up in a country that you were not born in was not the easiest of tasks you have ever had to do. You were originally born in France in a small town just outside Paris, and you lived there until you were thirteen. You loved it there, and once your parents told you that you were moving to the United States (Georgia, in particular), you were not pleased.

You grew to enjoy living here, and everyone was nice to you. The only real problem was the language barrier. You knew minimal English at first, and your French accent was thick. Of course, the other students loved it, but it made it hard for them to understand you, especially when you only knew a few basic words.

As you got older, English became second nature to you, and you barely spoke French anymore. Especially now that it was the apocalypse, none of your French-speaking family was alive anymore, and no one in your group could speak it. You tended to keep that side of you separate from your life now. Life now was different, and you treated it that way. You wanted to put your old self behind and become someone who would survive out here, and dwelling on the past wouldn’t help that.

The only time that you ever spoke French was when you were mad. Oh, man, when you were mad, it came out without you being able to control.

Baisez-vous, je ne vous dis rien!” You spit at the man in front of you. He calls himself Negan, although you’re sure that can’t be his real name. You figure it’s probably a fake name, like what the Governor used. He’s attractive, you’ll admit. The way he carries himself, his beard, just in face in general… Damn. But he was not a good guy. You’ll never let his attractiveness get to you. “Éloigne-toi de moi!”

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