and then you save it and it just ruins everything ugh

epiphany | jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook + Reader 

Genre: Fluff + college au 

Word Count: 3.6k 

Part: | 1 | 2 |  

Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?

Reader’s POV

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a failing grade, Y/N…” Mr.Ransford frowned,“ You should’ve saved your work somewhere separately you know?”

You gaped at him in complete shock, as everything came crashing down on you.

“B-but you don’t understand! It wasn’t my fault-” you stammered, your hands flailing around in a frenzy as you attempted to explain your dire situation to your psychology professor.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I’m afraid we can’t discuss this right now, I have a class in 2 minutes. We’ll talk later, hm?” he said as you sighed, your shoulders slumping in utter defeat.

He patted your shoulders in sympathy as you walked out of the door, tears welling up in your eyes as you thought of all your hard work that was now flushed down the drain. All because of one boy.

That damn Jeon Jungkook.

—-

“YAH!” you yelled, raging, as you approached the boys, a deadly glare in your eyes as you grabbed Jungkook by the collar of his tshirt. Pulling him up from the bleachers where him and the rest of his friends were sitting, all of them gasped, mouths going agape as they witnessed their golden maknae get manhandled by you.

“Y/N~What a pleasure,” Jungkook said, giving you a lazy smirk.

Your blood boiled at the audacity the boy had, to address you in such a way, after he had destroyed your chance at a good grade- heck a good year of college. Without thinking first, you lifted your hand and slapped him across the face, the contact shooting vibrations of pain down your arm as the noise echoed in the air. Immediate silence followed, everyone looking at the two of you with rounded eyes as Jungkook himself, was in shock.

You stood there, your chest rising up and down, breathing heavy as you glowered at him. His hands flew to his cheek as he let out a stream of curse words, his gaze landing on yours, fire kindling in his eyes as he reddened in embarrassment.

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“Baby Stark”

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: After returning to New York, Tony is greeted with surprising news that has potential to change his life.

A/N: another one from draft-purgatory. lol i’ve never written for tony stark, and i i struggle to capture his swaggering tone. however, but i thought it would be fun to write for a slightly softer tony stark.

His elbows resting on the metal railing surrounding the large helicopter landing pad, Tony Stark skims his eyes over the beautiful aerial view of Manhattan. A relaxed smile perks onto his lips as the familiar clamor of the concrete jungle sinks in. “It’s good to be back,” he hums to himself, taking in the majestic view carved around the Avengers Tower.

After rapping his knuckles against the metal railing, Tony saunters down the glass walkway leading into the tower, the eery silence reminding him that everyone is on a mission. He’s about to greet F.R.I.D.A.Y. when a smile enters his view, one that he isn’t expecting.

She sits on the counter of the bar, her legs elegantly crossed despite the restrictive nature of her pencil skirt. The sunlight streams into the room through the glass windows, creating a natural glow about her. A coy smile perks onto her lips as Tony’s drinks her in, his lower lip getting caught between his teeth as his eyes dance up her legs and body. She’s the most alluring girl he’d ever seen -he’d thought so two years ago when they first met, and he still thinks so now- and it’s one of the many reasons why he’s infatuated with her.

“I thought I told you not to wait for me,” He grins, glad that she ignored his request.

“I couldn’t wait until dinner, and I wanted to be here when you arrived. Is that such a crime?” (Y/N) hops off the counter and saunters towards him. She cups his cheek in a way that makes Tony feel like he’s the only person in the world.

“Well, counselor, I recommend -” His words are cut off as (Y/N) yanks the lapels of his jacket to bring his face towards her for a kiss. Tony laughs against her lips, but the laugh quickly gets drowned out by a rough growl as she lightly bites his lower lip. A smile creeps in around the edges of her kiss as she slides her hands down his muscular back. A nip of teeth, a glide of tongue, and she easily has him under her spell.

It’s only a matter of time when the need for oxygen brings the kiss to an end. Tony gently knocks his forehead against (Y/N)’s. “Remind me to always bring up a counterargument, because baby, I could get used to that,” he drawls.

(Y/N) laughs, a devilish glint lighting up her eyes. “Welcome back to New York, Mr. Stark. It’s been a while.” Her hand dangerously inch south as she brings his ear to her lips. “That was a little preview of what’s going to happen tonight.”

He feigns exasperation as (Y/N) playfully smacks his ass but twirls out of his arms before he can do anything. A low noise escapes his throat as she shoots him a sexy smile over her shoulder while kicking off her “ball-busting stilettos”, as she calls them.

Tony leans against the wall and watches (Y/N)’s shadow dance in the glow of the sun. Two years into the relationship, and he still gets butterflies. His fun, beautiful girlfriend, the skyline of the most magical city in America, wonderful weather - his life is perfect and Tony wishes it would stay this way for a long time.

“As much as I love pencil skirts, I need to change,” (Y/N) announces. “I have workout pants in my bag, but could I borrow a shirt or sweater?”

“Baby, at this point, you’ve stolen over half of my comfortable clothes. Why do you even bother asking?”

(Y/N) smirks and plants a kiss on his cheek before sashaying towards the door of Tony’s private apartment. Before she opens the door, she turns to him. “T, I have something to tell you.“

"Mmhmm,” Tony hums, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

“I probably should have told you, but I was kind of scared of how you would react. I thought it would be wise to tell you when you were back in New York.” She hesitates for a bit, her fingertips drumming against the doorframe. “Promise not to freak?” she asks, a slightly icy look glazing her eyes.

A small alarm rings in his head, but Tony maintains a calm expression. “I promise. Did you max out my credit card?” he jokes.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes but relaxes a bit, which pleases Tony. “No, and I never will.”

“My wallet thanks you, baby. But what’s up?”

“Tony.” She swallows. “How do you feel about becoming a dad?”

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Seventeen going to Dino’s Birthday Party: A Dino Birthday Special

Episode 11: Where Seventeen tries to plan and prepare for Dino’s birthday by splitting up into their units to get things done.

A/N: I may or not have been trying to stall time to have this special posted as the 11th episode cause you know 11 feb is chan’s birthday haha okay im sorry my brain stopped functioning and it this special somehow ended up being episode eleven… 


Jeonghan: “Okay children we need to do something special for my baby! He’s finally turning 5!”

Scoups:

Scoups: “Um Chan’s gonna be 18 what are you talking about?”

Jeonghan: “We need FIVE candles for his cake, we need FIVE presents, we need FIVE balloons, we need to buy five of everything because he is FIVEEEE!!!”

Joshua: “I love you Jeonghan but I think you have problems with facing the fact that Dino is growing up…”

Jeonghan:

Hoshi: “I think it’s time to let go of that fact that he isn’t 5 years old anymore”

Vernon: “The last time I checked… Chan hasn’t been 5 years old in let’s see… about THIRTEEN YEARS?!?!”

Jeonghan: “My baby is FIVEEEE!!!”

Seungkwan: “This is absurd, you guys didn’t do anything for my birthday… this is unfair! WHAT IS THIS INJUSTICE?!”

Seungkwan: “I TURNED 18 BEFORE THAT CHILD DID”

Jeonghan: “HE IS A BABY NOT A CHILD”

The8: “Your birthday passed?”

Jun: “I thought Seungkwan’s birthday’s in December”

Woozi: “No that’s Joshua’s birthday”

Jun: “Then when’s Seungkwan’s birthday?”

Seungkwan: “F-”

Joshua: “February?”

Vernon: “No cursing on Dino’s birthday it’s bad luck for the birthday boy”

Jeonghan: “You mean birthday baby”

Seungkwan: “Who cares?!?!?! It’s Dino that’ll have bad luck NOT ME and my birthday for your information is in January!”

Woozi: “No one asked for when your birthday was”

Seungkwan: “UGH fine and anyway Vernon you curse all the time…”

Vernon: “Gangsta-sol rests on birthdays, on birthdays I sing happy songs and give presents”

Joshua: “That sounds more like Santa Claus”

Jeonghan: “Okay attention to the less beautiful human beings, please gather before me”

Wonwoo: “Is hyung the birthday party planner?”

Jun: “Yeah he thinks no one can do a better job than he can…”

Jeonghan: “Okay so we are going to split up into our units to split the tasks, the hip hop unit will be going to buy the cake and present, the vocal unit will be decorating the house and the performance unit will be stalling time and making sure that Dino doesn’t come home”

Mingyu: “Why do we have to do the errands? You always give us the tougher ones…” *pouts*

Jeonghan: “Because Dino is my baby and Jeonghan the Angel says so!”

Mingyu: “Wha-”

Jeonghan: “and also because my hair is superior”

Scoups: “Don’t fight with Jeonghan, you’ll never win if he brings his hair into the fight”

Mingyu:

Mingyu: “Fine but we are stopping by KFC before we come home”

Scoups: “Okay deal”

Mingyu: “and also the famous bakery”

Scoups: “Alright, we have to get Chan’s birthday cake anyways”

Mingyu: “and the candy store!”

Scoups: “I guess we can get Chan some candy for his birthday right?”

Mingyu: “AND AND AND the pancake and waffles cafe!!”

Wonwoo: “Um Mingyu I think you are getting too carried away…”

Scoups: “… It’s okay if we have a slight detour right?”

Mingyu: “AND POPCORN!”

Scoups:

Scoups: “Now you’re just being greedy”

Mingyu: “POPPPPCORNNNN!!!”

Jun: “Is this your birthday or Dino’s?”

Mingyu: “Mine”

Seungkwan: “You mean mine since y’all never even bothered to celebrate mine?!?!”

Mingyu: “NO it’s MAH birthday since I’m gonna get some cake!”

Seungkwan: “BACK OFF MINGYU ITS MY BIRTHDAY”

Mingyu: “OH YEAH? WE’LL SEE WHO GETS TO BLOW OUT THE CANDLESSSS!!!”

Jeonghan: “SHUT UP ITS MY BABY’S BIRTHDAY! DON’T YOU BOTH DARE RUIN THIS FOR HIM OR ELSE I WILL SKIN YOU TWO ALIVE AND SELL YOUR SKINS AND USE IT AS MY CARPET!”


*on the way to the toy shop with the hip hop unit*

Mingyu: “I hate Seungkwan… he’s trying to steal my birthday…”

Scoups: “Okay ONE, your birthday is in April. TWO, it’s neither yours nor Seungkwan’s birthday, it’s DINO’s. THREE, we are already going to all the places you want to go so plea-“

Mingyu: “OHHH CAKE!” *runs to the bakery’s display window”

Scoups: “annnnddd I guess we’ll be buying Chan’s birthday cake first then” *sighs*

Mingyu: “CAN I EAT IT?”

Vernon: “No, it’s just for display, it’s not even real, it’s just made out of styr-“

Mingyu: *opens mouth*

Vernon: “Mingyu you can’t eat Styrofoam!”

Mingyu: “IT’S CAKE I’M GONNA EAT IT!”

Vernon: “IT’S NOT!” *attempts to take the display cake away*

Mingyu: “GET YOUR OWN CAKE VERNON THIS IS MINEEEEE!!!”

Vernon: “I DON’T WANT YOUR DUMB ASS CAKE I’M TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIFE MAN!”

Mingyu: “IF YOU WANT TO SAVE ME THEN YOU SHOULD LET ME EAT THIS CAKE SO I WON’T DIE OF STRAVATION!”

Mingyu: *takes a bite*

Vernon: “Oh my god”

Mingyu: *chokes and collapses*

Wonwoo: “MINGYU!”

Scoups: “I knew this was going to happen someday”

Wonwoo: “Someone save Mingyu!!”

Vernon: “Okay hang on, let me google how to save someone who is choking on styrofoam”

Wonwoo: “Are you serious with me now?”

Vernon: “Why am I not getting any reception?!?!” *hits phone*

Mingyu: *coughs out white foam*

Wonwoo: “COUPS HYUNG!!!”

Scoups: “Hold on, hold on, I’m buying Dino’s cake, if I don’t buy it Jeonghan will either nag at me every single day until my ear bleeds and I die because of excessive bleeding or he will just take a knife and stab me until I die. And just between you and me, I think I rather have the latter”

Wonwoo: “But if you don’t do something now, MINGYU’S GONNA DIEEEE”

Scoups: “YEAH YEAH GIVE ME A MOMENT WONWOO”

Mingyu: *CHOKEESSSS*

Wonwoo: “AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES ABOUT MINGYU?”

Mingyu: *nods head*

Vernon: “okay for once google was useless”

Wonwoo: “HELLO IS THIS THE HOSPITAL MY FRIEND IS CHOKING ON STYROFOAM CAN YOU- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IT ISN’T AN EMERGENCY? HELLO? HELLO??? THIS IS AN EMERGENCY DID YOU JUST HANG UP ON MY CALL???!!!”

Mingyu: “W-won-woo”

Wonwoo: “Yes Mingyu?” *crying*

Mingyu: “I-I don’t think… I’m going to make it…” *chokes*

Wonwoo: “Don’t say that! You’re gonna live! I won’t let you dieeee!”

Mingyu: “Wonwoo…. If I die…”

Wonwoo: “Yes?” *cries harder*

Mingyu: “Please bring lots of food to my funeral”

Wonwoo: “Anything for you Mingyu, I’m sorry you had to leave this way…” *hugs gyu tightly on the floor*

Mingyu: *closes eyes*

Wonwoo: “NO MINGYU OMG DON’T DIE ON ME! THERE WERE SO MANY THINGS THAT I HAVEN’T TOLD YOU! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME!”

Mingyu: “G-go-goodbye Wonwoo….”

Wonwoo: “I can’t believe… he’s…. gone….” *SOBS*

Scoups: “Oh look, they sell donuts here too”

Mingyu: *gets up* “WHERE?!?!”

Scoups: “Just joking, alright boys let’s go”

Wonwoo:

Mingyu: “B-but I came back from the dead for donuts….”

Vernon: “They said to wait for the person to cough first and if the person’s nails and lips starts to turn blue then you can stand behind the person and put your arms around his waist and make a fist with your hand and place it above his navel and then- “

Scoups: “He’s not choking anymore Hansol…”

Vernon: “Oh”

Wonwoo: “My life is a lie”


*meanwhile at the dorm with the vocal unit*

Jeonghan: “I’m going to blow up the balloons, Joshua and Woozi, you two will hang up the banner and posters, DK and Seungkwan can you set up the Karaoke set and games?”

Joshua: *grabs banner from the floor*

Joshua: “Woozi can you stop lying on the sofa and help me with this banner?”

Woozi: “Sure”

Joshua:

Joshua: “I’m waiting for you Woozi….”

Woozi: “Yeah continue to wait then”

Joshua: “Woozi I can’t hang this banner up alone!”

Woozi: “I’ll come help you as soon as Jeonghan cuts his hair”

Joshua:

Joshua: “That’s never happening…”

Woozi: “And so is me helping you hang that banner” *smiles*

Woozi: “I’m very glad we had this talk Joshua” *pats Joshua on the back and walks into bedroom*

Joshua: “Well first he forgets about my existence in the vocal unit and now this”

DK: “What games did Jeonghan hyung write down?”

Seungkwan: “According to this list…. We’re gonna play… hide and seek, musical chairs… and pin the tail on the donkey?”

DK: “What is this? A kid’s party?!”

Seungkwan: “DID YOU FORGET THAT HE THINKS DINO IS FIVE?”

DK:

DK: “In that case, that donkey better not be me”

Seungkwan: “That actually… doesn’t sound too bad” *evil plots*

DK: “Oh you know what? We should set up the Karaoke set first” *takes console out of the dusty box*

Seungkwan: “EW THE DUST”

DK: “It’s grosser than Mingyu’s snot bubbles”

Seungkwan:

DK: “Yeah you don’t want to know Kwan… you don’t want to know…”

Seungkwan: “Okay question”

Seungkwan: “Do I plug in the pink, blue or yellow plug into the TV?”

DK: “That’s a good question…. You know what? Let’s just try it all”

Seungkwan: *plugs the blue one in*

Seungkwan: “Nope not the blue one” *yanks it out*

Seungkwan: “Pink one?”

TV: *sparks up and makes hissing noises*

Seungkwan: “OKAY OKAY HOLY CRAP ITS NOT THE PINK ONE!!!” *unplugs pink one*

Joshua: “Hannie…. Can you get Woozi to do something? I still haven’t put up any posters”

Jeonghan: “Jihoon! Can you put up ONE poster please?”

Woozi: “No”

Jeonghan: “I see that you haven’t cleaned up your room since a week ago when I told you to, and also you haven’t been writing or composing any songs what have you been doing in your room? It’s becoming a pig sty, oh god have you been eating pizza in this room?! I told you to clean it up-“

Woozi: “Okay! Okay! what do you want me to do?!”

Jeonghan: “Help Joshie with the posters”

Woozi: *sighs*

DK: “ALL DONE”

Seungkwan: “LETS SEE IF ITS WORKING PROPERLY THEN” *switches it on*

DK: “Won’t Jeonghan scream at us?”

Seungkwan: “Oopsy too late” *clicks song*

*song starts*

DK: “PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME UP!”

Seungkwan: “I WANT YOU TO PICK ME UP!”

DK: “PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME”

Seungkwan: *dances to Pick Me*

DK: “I WANT YOU TO PICK ME-”

Seungkwan: *lets go of microphone and hits the TV screen*

DK:

Seungkwan: “oops”

DK: “Omg you broke the TV Seungkwan BOO”

Seungkwan: “I said sorry!”

DK: “NO you said oops”

Seungkwan: “Well oops means sorry!”

DK: *pushes kwan*

DK: “oops”

Seungkwan: “DID YOU JUST PUSH ME?”

DK: “I said oops which means sorry”

Seungkwan: *pushes seokmin making him knock over a glass over water and spilling it onto the karaoke console*

DK: “They are gonna freak out, both the karaoke console and the TV are fried”

Seungkwan: “Well it’s not our fault… it’s Jeonghan’s for putting two irresponsible kids to such difficult tasks”

DK: “Now the problem is… how and where shall we hide this?”

DK & Seungkwan: *looks at each other 

DK & Seungkwan: *quietly turns the tv off and puts everything into the store room*

Joshua: O.O

Joshua: “What the heck is that?!”

Woozi: “A dinosaur poster with Michael Jackson’s head on the Dinosaur’s body, I call it Michael Roarson”

Jeonghan: “Genius”

Woozi: “Dino likes Michael Jackson and he likes dinosaurs, so why not combine it into one and it’ll be the best poster of the century!”

Jeonghan: “You’re gonna give the child nightmares”

Woozi: “Yes! It’ll finally scare him enough so he’ll stop talking about Michael Jackson and I can sell them away and make tons of money, now step two of my plan is to find out where Chan keeps his limited edition MJ items”

Jeonghan: “Did you say something Jihoon?”


*meanwhile with the performance unit*

Dino: “Where have you guys been???”

Jun: “Walking?”

Dino: “You three said you wanted to watch this movie and told me to go buy it at 8 in the morning and which by the way only opens at 10am, I waited 2 hours just to get the ticket and another 2 hours for you all to walk HERE!!”

Hoshi: “Sorry Chan, we were busy listening to Jeongh-“

The8: *elbows hoshi*

Hoshi: “I mean listening to Jeonghan talk about his hair” *awkward laughs*

The8: “How about we treat to popcorn and snacks”

Hoshi: “You know since its your b-“

The8: *steps of hoshi’s feet*

Dino: “My what?”

Hoshi: “Owwieee Minghao!”

The8: “Sorry I thought I saw a bug and I wanted to kill it”

Dino: “Hyungs… you are acting weirdly…”

Jun: “My boy, when have you not seen us act normally?”

Dino: “You have a point there”

The8: “Dinosaur gummies for Chan!” *hands him a packet*

Dino: “I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS BETTER, THAT IT’S GUMMIES OR THAT IT’S SHAPED LIKE DINOSAURS” *hugs packet*

Hoshi: “Can I have one?”

Dino: “NO”

Hoshi: “Selfish brat I bought that for you! Do you think you’re the king just because its your bir-“

The8: *pours his cup of coke onto hoshi*

Hoshi: “AHHHHHHH IT’SSS COLLDDDDD”

The8: “Oops it just slipped out of my hands”

Hoshi: “Onto my head?!?!”

The8: “Yeah”

Jun: “Okay Chan let’s just leave the two weirdos out here and let’s go watch the movie, if anyone asks you, you don’t know them”

Dino: *nods head like a lil’ child*

*in the theatre*

Jun: “Do you feel cold chan?”

Dino: “Yes” *pouts as he chews on his gummies*

Jun: “Okay you can use my jacket” #mama jun mode on

Hoshi: “I’m cold too! Why isn’t anyone asking me if I’m cold?”

The8: “Because no one cares”

Hoshi: “UGH it’s not like you care about chan either, you’re just giving him special attention today because it’s his damn birt-“

The8: *whacks hoshi with his chocolate bar*

Hoshi: “OW MINGHAO!”

The8: “I can do this all day hyung”

Hoshi: “I miss Woozi…” *sobs*


*halfway through the movie

Dino: “Stop pushing me hyung!”

Hoshi: “Hush it child”

Dino: “Why are we going back to the dorm? We didn’t even get to finish watching the movie!”

Dino: *opens door*

Seventeen: “SURPRISEEE!!!”

Dino: *jumps in shock*

Dino: “I can’t believe you did all of this for me! A dinosaur cake oh my god, dinosaur balloons…is… is… is that a dinosaur poster with a michael jackson face on top of its body?!”

Jeonghan: “Erm… *looks at poster* … yes?”

Dino:

Woozi: “I did it, you better be happy”

Dino:

Dino: “I l-love it” *fake smiles*

Mingyu: *chokes and coughs out white styrofoam*

Dino: “Is…. Mingyu okay?”

Wonwoo: “Don’t ask Chan, some things are better left unknown”

Scoups: “I got you your cake do you like it?”

Dino: “YES it’s a giant dinosaur! Can I eat his head please?”

Joshua: “Hello Chan please look at the banner that I put up ALL BY MYSELF”

Woozi: “Joshua can you stop yelling, I’m just next to you. I’m not deaf”

Dino: “It says Happy birthday chan you’re finally…. five?”

Joshua: “Jeonghan thinks you’re five years old”

Dino: “Of course he does”

Jeonghan: “NUGU AEGI?”

Dino: “Not this again… hyung do I really have to?”

Jeonghan: “Yes”

Dino: “J-Jeonghan’s aegi” *mentally stabs self*

Jeonghan: “TIME TO SING YOU YOUR BIRTHDAY SONG!”

Seventeen: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DINO”

Jeonghan: “YOU MEAN BABY DINO DID YOU EVEN READ THE LYRICS I SENT YOU ALL?!?!?!”

Jun: “Frankly no”

Seventeen: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU” *claps hands*

Mingyu: *blows out the candles*

Jeonghan: “Seriously Mingyu what did I tell you?”

Seungkwan: “NOT FAIR YOU GUYS DIDN’T CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY I SHOULD BE THE ONES BLOWING OUT THE CANDLES WHY DOES MINGYU GET TO???”

Mingyu: “Because it’s my birthday!”

Seungkwan: “OH you really want to do this Kim Mingyu? Let’s see whose birthday it really is!”

Seungkwan: *cuts the cake and bites it*

Mingyu: *gasps*

Mingyu: “MY CAKE!”

Scoups: “YO DUDE THAT CAKE IS FOR CHAN!”

Dino: *cries*

Jun: “It’s okay Dino, it’s okay” *hugs the baby*

Mingyu: *runs up to poster with a marker and cancels chan’s name and writes his name instead*

Mingyu: “Now it says Happy birthday Mingyu you’re finally five!” *claps for self*

Seungkwan: *gasps*

Woozi: “I’m not the one who hung up the poster but I feel like I need to hit someone”

Seungkwan: *runs towards presents*

Mingyu: “Oh no I’m going to open them!”

Seungkwan: “Not if I get there first!”

Mingyu & Seungkwan: *starts ripping the wrapping paper*

Jeonghan: “WHAT THE HECK”

Mingyu & Seungkwan:

Jeonghan: “I TOLD YOU NOT TO RUIN HIS BIRTHDAY DIDN’T I?”

Mingyu: “But it’s my birthday”

Jeonghan: *grabs mingyu by the collar*

Jeonghan: “I will break everything that you love and care about”

Wonwoo: “Me?”

Jeonghan: “No, I’m going to break all the snacks he secretly hid in this dorm and throw them out of the window”

Mingyu: “NO NOT MY FOOD!!!”

Jeonghan: “THEN BEHAVE!!!”

Dino: “Oh well, it’s okay it was a fun birthday anyways, as long as we are together and not apart”

Joshua: “Awwww what an angel, you really are Jeonghan’s baby”

Vernon:

Joshua: “Y-you know ca-cause Jeonghan is an angel?”

Scoups: “I’m happy you had a good birthday Chan”

Dino: “I got to watch a movie with the performance unit hyungs, even though Hoshi and The8 kept fighting…”

Jeonghan: *glares*

Hoshi: “It was Minghao that hit me, stepped on me, poured his drink on me!”

The8: “That’s because Soonyoung kept mentioning Dino’s birthday!”

Hoshi: “What so you want me to lie???”

Dino: “And the hip hop unit hyungs bought me my favourite cake even though I haven’t tasted it…”

Jeonghan: *GLARES*

Seungkwan: “WHAT”

Vernon: “Now I’m fully equipped with the knowledge from google of how to save a person who is choking from styrofoam”

Wonwoo: “I wish you’re the one who is choking right now because no one would know how to save you”

Vernon: “What did I ever do to you?”

Wonwoo: “For not saving Mingyu”

Vernon: “I TOLD YOU ITS NOT ME! IT WAS THE RECEPTION OF MY PHONE!”

Joshua: “I still want to get rid of that phone so badly”

Dino: “And the vocal unit hyungs decorated the dorm so nicely… even if that Michael Jackson head is just pasted on the dinosaur’s body”

Hoshi: “Did my woozi do that? It’s a WORK OF ART!!! Can I keep it?”

Woozi: “I rather have Dino hate it and burn it then to let you keep it”

Seungkwan: “OKAY ITS TIME FOR GAMES! WE ARE PLAYING… PIN THE TAIL ON THE DOKYEOM!”

DK: “You mean Donkey”

Seungkwan: “No I mean Dokyeom”

DK: “Is that a real pin? With a sharp pointy tip? You can’t pin that on me!”

Seungkwan: *puts a blindfold on Chan*

DK: “What are you all just gonna watch?”

Dino: “Where is Dokyeom hyung? I can’t see” *swings arm around*

DK: *runs away*

Woozi: “Take three steps to your right, then five steps in front, he’s hiding in the corner of the house by the dining table”

Dino: *tries to pin it on Dokyeom*

DK: “AHHHHHHHH!!!! SOMEONE GET THIS CHILD AWAY FROM ME THIS IS A DANGEROUS GAME!”

Jeonghan: “YOU MEAN BABY HE IS A BABY EVERYONE GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT!”

Scoups: “Hold up…. Where’s our TV?”


phew that was a long one, I hoped you all enjoyed it :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE OH SO LIL’ ONE! :)

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anonymous submitted:

“twenty one pilots is getting so much recognition now (which is so WEIRD but anyway) which means it’s at the point where people are complaining about “ugh now all these fourteen year old girls are obsessed with them and it’s ruining everything :(((” but like……….

the older people in the clique are always talking about how important the music is and how it changed/saved their lives and how when things are really really awful, listening to TOP reminds them to keep going and not give up - all of which is AMAZING and so so true, but doesn’t it make sense then that 14yo girls would like them?

DO YOU REMEMBER HOW HORRIBLE BEING FOURTEEN IS???

being at the height of your uncertainty and awkwardness and having society/people coming at you from all sides telling you what you have to be and what you have to look like and how you have to act…all while you’re too young to really know how to deal with it and ignore it and cast it aside as the bullshit it is. THE MOST HORRIBLE I EVER FELT ABOUT MYSELF WAS AT FOURTEEN. eleven years later i’m still not at a point where i like myself, but at least i’m old enough now to have worked through it…it’s fine it’s cool it doesn’t matter, i exist and i’m gonna try my darndest to keep existing.

and we all know that TOP attracts a lot of mentally ill people - tyler literally refers to “his people” as being the ones whose brains are a battlefield - and i know from personal experience that being mentally ill as a kid SUCKS. it SUCKS SO MUCH because you keep doing and thinking these things that you know don’t make any sense and yet you CANT MAKE IT STOP, and when you’re young, you don’t have the words yet to express what you’re feeling. what’s even worse is when you’re a kid (and especially when you’re a girl) people so often try to write off your mental illness as a plea for attention or you “trying to be cool/different” or “you’re just pretending to be like this because you read about it in a book somewhere.”

i think we can all agree that that’s completely HEINOUS. that’s disgusting and horrible and isolating. but isn’t that what the clique is doing when they say “what could fourteen year old girls possibly get out of their music”? short answer: it is. and it’s so invalidating of people’s experiences it should make us - the ones who know what it’s like to have messed up brains and no support from those around us - feel sick.

so i guess what i’m saying is this: being young sucks. being a young girl sucks even more. being a young mentally ill girl sucks the most. and if these fourteen year old girls find meaning or comfort from TOP’s music they should be welcomed in with open arms. because life is HARD dude, we all know that…so don’t begrudge people what gets them through the day, no matter how old they are.”

hey i totally agree with this. i’m so sick of the idea that once the music becomes renowned within the teenage girl demographic, it’s ruined. it perpetuates the idea that once a teenage girl likes something, it’s meaningless and silly and that’s extremely sexist, ageist and just all-round invalidating. who and what teen girls are passionate about is not of any less importance than what men are passionate about. young female fans are usually compounded with the idea of irrational excitement and being a “shallow” fan - not having a critical perspective of the music, which is absolute bullshit. 

let me just reiterate what anonymous is saying…. being a 14 yr old girl with a mental illness is not easy dude. heck, being a 14 yr old girl without a mental illness is hard enough. 14 is a very vulnerable age where you constantly feel like everything’s out to get you. from around 12 - 15 i felt like i was constantly under pressure to act a certain way and music has always been something i’ve turned to for comfort. i started getting into top and /alternative/ music when i was 14 and the misogyny which seemed to be particularly strong amongst alt music fans was something that really confused me and i found myself having to prove that i was different from the “other teen girls” (whatever that meant at the time???) as if being a teenage girl was something that was embarrassing?

tyler and josh always describe the clique as being an inclusive group of people who support each other through thick and thin and yeah ideally the clique would be like that, and it is like that within certain /subsections/ (for lack of better word?) but unfortunately in reality, the clique as a whole is probably just as judgmental when it comes to accepting young teen girls into the fanbase which really really sucks. when i was 14 i wasn’t in the clique yet but i’d listened to their spotify discography probably about 100 times and it helped me, and continues to help me through so much and sadly in a sense, i’m kind of glad that i didn’t join the clique until later because looking back, i know that my experiences would be invalidated because of my age and gender. 

so in conclusion, teenage girls are fucking hardcore for staying so beautifully passionate about what they love despite having to deal with everybody’s shit, and anybody who invalidates and looks down on young female fans for no other reason than because they’re young and female, needs to get their head out of their ass. 

EVAK FANFICS RECS / PART 5

ONESHOTS:

  • Quidditch and liquorice wand kisses by Bellakitse ★
    Summary: hogwarts!au; The first time Isak Valtersen meets Even Bech Næsheim the seven-year Ravenclaw chaser, it’s because the boy saves him from a bludger to the face.

  • Sunday 28-11-16 by Treehouse
    Summary: A continuation of the cuddly weekend Even spends at Isak’s place.

  • Made of Candy by Stria (Asia117)
    Summary: For Isak, it started with colours. (Or, Isak dyes his hair. Pink suits him.)

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Submission: So this got away from me very quickly

I added to the Pirates!AU. I didn’t mean for this to happen.

Madara, having been on the receiving end of a mutiny orchestrated by his own little brother (“Really, Nii-san, you need to meet new people. More importantly, the crew needs a break from your bullshit.”), finds himself drifting listlessly towards a little port town where Adventure! awaits.

Naturally, he almost immediately gets himself in deep shit with the local law enforcement a la Captain Jack Sparrow, meeting both the demurely terrifying Uzumaki Mito and the idiotically pitiful Senju Hashirama who is desperately and hopelessly in love with her. Unfortunately, goofy though he is, Hashirama is a fairly competent opponent, and Madara wasn’t really expecting the lump to be able to wield any weapon with any kind of efficiency, so Madara finds himself in a cell awaiting execution in fairly short order.

Then pirates attack the port and kidnap Mito.

Hashirama, who hates the ocean because of little-brother-shaped Reasons but loves Mito enough to sail upon it in order to rescue her, enlists (forcefully, and with much put-upon complaining from Madara) the captured pirate (“Captain! Captain Madara Uchiha!”) in order to go find her, because no one else was being useful so evidently it’s up to him!

(Everyone else had at least enough sense to know that if Mito was going to come home, she was going to manage it herself far sooner than anyone else would.)

And so the Adventure! begins.

Mostly people try to kill Madara for Reasons he’s not willing to delve into (he’s made a lot of enemies, okay?), but Hashirama displays a disturbing tendency to pick people up along the way even when those people hate Madara. He’s also easily distracted, so even though he collects the crew Madara is still acting as the Captain.

And then shit goes down because, let’s be real, these idiots stole a military vessel. Also, there has to be at least a token effort made to find the Governor’s daughter, even if everyone who knew anything about her know that she’ll be absolutely fine and will probably make her way back eventually (after she’s finished having fun, of course).

So, after Madara foolishly mentions a guy he knows who has helped him before (for a price, always for a price!), they go to Tobirama for help or something.

Tobirama, who is the will and magic of the sea given mortal form, but was also once a lost little boy drowning in the ocean, desperate and scared and fighting to live but coming just short of it. But the sea was in need of a vessel and it does not take something for nothing, nor does it give without consequence or price – so Tobirama is unrecognisable to all who once knew him, not because he looks particularly different (aside from having grown up – Hashi’s brother will always be the little boy in his memories, and really it’s ridiculous to jump to the conclusion of “that’s my brother” in the face of a stranger with similar colouring when he knows that Tobirama drowned and he’s grieved for him already, more than a decade ago.) but because that was the price of remaining himself, almost entirely whole, but more because he is the ocean and all its secrets and magic contained in mortal flesh.

He recognises Hashirama, and despite everything he is still the same boy who loved his brother, so he agrees to help without being bargained with. This makes Madara very flail-y and very, very nervous.

(Also, he really just needs something fun to do – things are getting boring on that damn island and no one really visits unless they need something and that’s always just ugh)

So, shenanigans. What happens when you put a human train wreck of a pirate (“Captain!”), the snarky and sarcastic embodiment of the sea, an oblivious but determined love-struck buffoon, and all the pot-luck of people that said buffoon has managed to acquire on a ship together, living out at sea for extended periods of time?

Most likely: a string of ruined stolen ships.

(It’s the start of a new legend. People fear for their ships. It makes it much harder to get a new one whenever they wreck theirs.)

Eventually, though, they get to Tortuga, where they discover Madara’s old crew had kidnapped and subsequently been taken over by Uzumaki Mito, which Izuna is very sheepishly proud about.

(“Sorry, Nii-san. But Mito-sama’s a great captain, so…”)

And then Touka, who has been dutifully following Hashirama’s trail (so that she can beat him over the head for his idiocy), finds them. Touka, who is Norrington’s equivalent. Touka, who was assigned to find both Mito and Hashirama and retrieve them. Touka, who arrested Madara for piracy even though he’d just saved a woman from drowning immediately before that.

Touka, who is apparently completely okay with deserting the navy in order to be a pirate alongside Mito (her dear friend who has newly discovered just how kickass she can be) and Hashirama (who is her cousin and pretty decent family, actually, even though he’s an idiot.)

Izuna is immediately rendered speechless. Yes, he must think, this beautiful creature is dangerous enough to be a suitable mate. Madara wishes Izuna was someone else’s brother, and thus someone else’s problem (and embarrassment).

(Then again this is coming from the man who probably unwittingly falls in love with the ocean bound in human form, so…)

kissmeimalicia  asked:

Could you write Viktor, Guang Hong and Leo surprising their s/o by picking them up at the airport after they have been away on a long business trip? Thank 😁

Ugh these types of moments are wonderful ;-; I cherish the airport reunion troupe like a religion. It’s so cute and I simply loved writing this. Thank you for the requests; I hope you enjoy~ ((This got kind of long, so I put Leo and Guang Hong under the cut to save time for people scrolling by))

[Viktor Nikiforov]

  • The last few weeks have been extremely lonely for you and your boyfriend, since you’ve been on a lengthly and important business trip
  • and you may or may not have had to keep yourselves somewhat content by engaging in phone sex every few days but hey whatever gets you through it
  • But the day has finally come, and you’re stepping into the terminal of the airport and ready to go home to see Viktor
  • You remember that you promised Viktor that you would call him as soon as you landed and pull out your phone to dial his number
  • You keep a fast pace while you hold your phone to your ear to get to the luggage carousel, ready to get the hell out of there
  • you feel so stressed and worn down and you have to carry all of your shit and U G H you’re ready to die
  • Viktor answers the phone right away and you know he was waiting around for your expected call; you tell him about your flight, but you can’t help but notice how loud everything sounds on his end of the phone
  • “Ah, sorry, (Y/N). There’s a lot of people here. Oh, damn, that person is so beautiful. Oh my god. (Y/N), I think I’m seeing an angel…”
  • “Viktor? Where are you? Are you hitting on someone else? Who is it? What are you—?!“
  • You’re cut off when a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind and lift you off of the ground
  • A scream nearly leaves your mouth, but Viktor’s laugh invades your eardrums and his familiar scent fills your nostrils
  • i am willing to bet millions of dollars that he wears expensive-ass designer cologne imported from other countries js
  • He releases you and turns you around, and you’re greeted with his familiar eyes, smile, and hair; it’s the most comforting sight you’ve ever seen
  • You throw your arms around him, hugging him tight and peppering kisses on his face wherever you can reach
  • “I see you missed me, love. I missed you more. Let’s go home and make up for the time we lost, shall we?”
  • Viktor carries your luggage and things all the way to his car, insisting that you relax and rest after your long trip
  • You allow yourself to doze off in the front seat while Viktor safely escorts you home, holding your hand across the console the entire drive home

[Yuri Katsuki]

  • Being as anxiety-ridden as he is, this whole trip has made him nervous and anxious ever since you left, and you can say you’ve felt the same for the last few days
  • It’s only been about a week or so, but Yuri is worried about being separated from you and he misses you with all of his heart
  • And you feel the same, but the exhausting feeling increases ten-fold as soon as you step off of the airplane and into the airport
  • and you’re so anxious to get home but you look at your phone quick and yuri texted you and told you how much he loves you ;-; that alone is a good enough reason to push through and get home
  • You go through the airport in a haze, collecting your luggage and dragging it out to the sidewalk without much recollection of how far you’ve actually walked since getting off of the airplane
  • You do your best to hail a cab, but no drivers seem to stop for you, and you become frustrated quickly
  • and honestly ???? you’re debating just walking home because you just want to see your damn boyfriend already
  • Finally, a cab driving rather erratically pulls up to the curb, and you gratefully open the back door and throw your luggage onto the seat and crawl in after it
  • Once the door is closed, you tap on the window separating you from the driver rather to tell them your destination
  • The window opens, revealing the sweet, blushing face of your boyfriend who is sitting in the passenger seat of the cab with a dumb smile on his face
  • You yell his name and throw your arms though the window, eagerly touching his face and hair that you missed so much
  • he wishes he could hug you but of course he couldn’t sit in the back or that would ruin the surprise, so he just hold your wrists and laughs at your excitement
  • “Ah, (Y/N), I missed you so much and I love you! You’re tired, yeah? Don’t worry, we’ll get you home safe and then we can relax.”
  • You raise your eyebrows because you are unsure of who ‘we’ is referring to, but the window opens a bit wider to reveal Viktor sitting in the driver’s seat
  • Yuri quickly exist the vehicle and joins you in the back seat, though you have to practically sit in his lap because your luggage is taking up so much room.\
  • “Don’t worry, (Y/N), you and Yuri will be home soon, and you can continue your reuniting ritual in private, okay?”
  • Viktor winks at the both of you with a flip to his bangs before closing the window and driving off, leaving you and Yuri blushing in the backseat while you hold each other in your arms

[Yuri Plisetsky]

  • Even though Yuri is a hard-ass and is always acting emotionally detached and independent, the last few weeks have really taken a toll on his sanity
  • He misses you more than anything, and he’s been spending a bit too much time in his room while he awaits your arrival
  • You’re eager to see him to, and you bounce anxiously on your toes while you wait for you luggage to come around the carousel
  • and you’re tired enough as it is but like just wait lmao it’s gotta get worse before it gets better so oops sorry hun
  • You glance at your phone and see a notification that your Lyft driver has cancelled, and you no longer have a ride home
  • Internally, you panic because you have no idea how long it’ll be before you can get home to see your precious Yura
  • You hurriedly grab your suitcase as soon as you see it and bolt outside, hoping to get on the phone and get a ride as soon as possible
  • you want call yuri but ???? it’s super late at night and he might be sleeping so he can be more awake once you come home like f U cK
  • You sit on a bench and go to Lyft, hoping to be able to find another ride this late at night, but your hopes are not up
  • It takes a few minutes, but you’re able to find a ride; you don’t even look at the driver’s profile before accepting it
  • Less than ten minutes later, a blue car pulls up to the curb where you’re sitting, and you eagerly get up and open the door to the back seat
  • You drop your suitcase to the sidewalk in shock when you see your Yura sitting in the back seat of the car with a variety of snacks and a fairly large cat stuffed animal
  • and you’re so excited that you drop all of your shit on the ground and pounce on your boyfriend like lmao you were so SCARED BUT NOW IT’S OKAY
  • Yuri’s grandpa is driving, and you’re surprised you didn’t recognize his vehicle; you’ve been in it many times before
  • You get yourself and your belongings situated and cuddle right up to Yuri, and he accepts your embrace by molding his body against yours
  • “This was all Grandpa’s idea, (Y/N). Sorry if we scared you, but this whole thing was planned. Don’t worry now, though, we’ll get home and rest for a while. Does that sound good?”
  • You nuzzle your face into his jacket and relax into your boyfriend’s body heat, drifting off now that you and your love are reunited

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A Rose by Any Other Name

Request: Hi! Can I request an imagine with Peter Parker x reader where she’s an extraverted artistic popular girl (she writes poetry) with dyed hair who’s friends with Peter and has a crush on him but he’s completely oblivious to it and they act like a couple already but it’s just bc they connect together so well and soon she can’t help herself but say “dude I have huge crush on u how can u be so bLIND” or something like that. I love this blog so much it’s such a blessing 😭😭😭 

@thewarblerette

Peter walked into the classroom with  a couple of his friends. He was talking animatedly to them about something you couldn’t hear, but he was so cute and excited that it didn’t even matter. His face was alight with passion, and you imagined he was talking about rebuilding his computer, something he’d been planning to do since midterms were over and he was a bit ahead in his school work.

“Are you just gonna stare at him?” your friend Liz questioned.  

“What?” You hadn’t really comprehended her words. Her voice startled you out of your reverie and she laughed at your bewildered expression.

“You should write him a poem. Something like Peter, dear sweet Peter how your eyes remind me of candles in the window of the home of my heart.”

“That’s ridiculous. Wouldn’t even be a good line,” you laughed.

“Is she pining over Parker again?” your other friend, Betty asked as she sat down in the desk next to you.

“Yes,” Liz laughed.

“I am not, pining,” you protested.

“Good, you don’t have to pine, he’d be lucky to have you. A nerd like him dating one of the most popular girls at school,” Betty quipped.

You frowned at that, sure you were popular, but not because you particularly wanted to be. You were a people person, a talker, people were attracted to that kind of personality, “He’s not just some nerd,” you rebuked, “he’s a good person.”

“A rose by any other name,” Liz went on teasing.

“The captain of the football team wants to go out with you and you’re pining over Peter Parker. Excuse me for being a little confused about your priorities,” Betty scoffed.

“We are young, Betty. We are young and infinite and the titles we press to our chest mean nothing to the universe. A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet, and a good person under any other title will still be good.”

“Ugh, can’t you save it for the poetry club?” Betty groaned.

“I thought it was beautiful,” Liz bumped her shoulder into yours, “You’re just mad because you can’t land the football captain.”

“Yes!! And she’s throwing away the opportunity for Peter frikin Parker!” Betty exclaimed. You clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Betty! Shush. Jeez, I’ll put in a good word for you.” you promised.

“Go talk to him before class starts,” Liz urged hitting you with her shoulder again, as if to give you a physical push toward him. You took her advice and went over to Peter. You sat on  the table where he and his friends were as you walked over they looked up and greeted you happily.

“I was just talking about my computer,” Peter filled you in.

“I figured you were. You know I’m lost when it comes to your cool tech stuff,” you smirked.

“It’s not so hard, it’s like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, all  you need is to see the whole picture.”

“Hey, metaphors are my thing Parker,” you teased poking him in the shoulder.

“It’s why I use them, it’s the only way you understand my techno babble. By the way, I heard you got a poem published in the paper, congrats.”

“Oh please, it’s just the paper, who even reads those anymore?”

“Fancy publishers. This could be your big break.”

“If it is, I’ll have you take the picture for the cover of my first book,” you laughed.

Liz and Betty watched the two of you from their place in the back of the class. Well, Liz watched, Betty was complaining about something or another.

“I think they’re cute together. I mean half the school already thinks they’re a couple,” Liz murmured.

“It’s social suicide,” Betty responded.

“Oh come on, Peter’s sweet, and just look at them, look how happy she is.”

You were laughing at something Manuel, one of Peter’s friends had said, leaning on Peter for support so you wouldn’t topple off the table with how hard you were laughing. Liz smiled at that; you and Liz were close, closer than either of you were to Betty. In retrospect, she wasn’t really sure how Betty became a part of your little group. She often wondered how to get rid of her. The bell signaling the beginning of class rang and you hurried back to your seat with a giddy smile on your face.

“Peter says he’s going to homecoming this year,” you grinned.

“Yeah? Does he have a date already?” Liz  asked.

“He and his friends are going as a group.”

“Maybe you can ask him to homecoming.”

“I don’t want to ruin their group thing. I’ll see them there though.”

Class started and there was little talk between any of you as the lesson went on. A class ended you got held up talking to Liz and while you were trying to catch up to Peter, the captain of the football team, Eric, stopped you in the hall. Liz stood beside you and rolled her eyes as he and his buddies walked up.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted.

“Hey, Eric, what’s up?” you asked with a friendly smile. He smiled back and glanced at one of his friends over his shoulder as if he was sealing some kind of deal.

“I heard you don’t have a date to homecoming. How about you and I got together?”

“… No thanks. I’ve got plans to go with friends… You should ask Betty though. I know she’s still looking for a date.”

“Psh your loss, babe,” he shrugged, walking past you as he and his friends laughed. You rolled your eyes and gave Liz an exasperated glance. She laughed a little at your expression. As you started off towards Peter’s locker your really Peter was in fact right there, staring holes into the back of Eric’s head.

“Peter, hey!” you called braving through the lanes of walking high schoolers to get to him. He looked at you and mustered up a smile but it seemed off,  forced, “I wanted to walk with you to English… is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, come on.”

You waved to Liz as she went in the opposite direction towards her own class. Peter was uncharacteristically quiet that block, but by the time lunch rolled around he seemed like himself again. The lunch room was buzzing, as homecoming was next week and everyone was excited for the football game and the dance. You were excited too. Today you sat next to Michelle. She was going to wear a tux to Homecoming.

“I’ve got to outdo the boys every way I can,” she smiled giving the boys a smug smirk.

“Do you have pictures?” you asked excitedly.

“Yes I do,” she pulled out her phone and the two of you talked about her suit.

“What about you, Y/N?” Peter asked.

“She’s probably color coordinating with someone. Didn’t Eric ask you to homecoming?” Manuel asked.

“He did, but I’m not going with him. I’ll probably just go alone, but I do have a dress picked out, but you guys can’t see it until the day of. Michelle however, can see it now,” you grinned showing her your phone.

“Oh, wow,” her face went blank with awe and shock.

“It’s good right?”

“Beautiful. Jesus.” she  nodded.

Peter was quiet again, and he was for the rest of the lunch period.

Homecoming rolled around and you were putting the finishing touches  on your hair and make up. Your mother was a great helping hand and she took enough pictures to fill a book. Betty and Liz had dates but you were still riding with them to the dance. Your mom had you all get together and take pictures in the living room before letting you guys leave. The homecoming theme this year was old Hollywood, so you entered the gym on a red carpet. It bothered a little that your friends were all arm and arm with their dates walking and you were alone. But before you had a chance to get down in the dumps about it, Liz wrapped an arm around your waist and smiled at you. Suddenly her date was more of a third wheel then you are.

“You look amazing. You’ll knock Parker’s socks right off.” she grinned at you.  

Peter stood in a far off corner talking with his friends, and critiquing the choice of music, when Michelle let out a low whistle.

“Y/N just walked in, Parker.” despite the fact that Michelle’s words were meant for Peter, everyone turned to look at you, and everyone’s jaw dropped. You walked in with a radiant smile in a dress made to fit you and only you. They couldn’t even imagine anyone else wearing it. Peter felt sorry for everyone else in the room, including himself, how the hell were they supposed to share a room with this much beauty. He quickly pushed those feelings down, you were a popular kid. You were supposed date big football guys, not nerds like himself. That thought vanished when you made eye contact with him and your smile grew impossibly brighter. The feelings he tried to push down came right back up to drown him as you came his way. However as you were on your way Eric stopped you. You looked up at him with a smile and talked for a little while.

“Ugh, I wish that fuckboy would leave Y/N alone, she’s too good for him,” Michelle complained. Peter turned around, not wanting to watch Y/N get whisked away by some guy he could never be.

You waited impatiently for Eric to stop talking to you. He was retelling his victory in the homecoming a game. A game that you had seen, and therefore didn’t need the play by play of the winning throw.

“That’s great, Eric, I’ve got some friends I want to-” you tried to get past him but he caught you by the waist, you pushed his hand off of you, “Didn’t you come here with Betty? Why don’t you go find her?” your voice was hard no nonsense.

“Ew, he’s still trying,” Michelle was still complaining.

“Michelle, if she wants to date Eric,” Peter began but his voice recoiled at Eric’s name in disgust, “then that’s none of our business. She doesn’t belong to us.”

“Oh bull, you guys are practically married,” Michelle argued, “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“Well she’s not mine so…” Peter shrugged.

“Come on man,” Manuel groaned, “you’re the best of all of us. You have to do it for us. We can let her get sucked into the black hole that is Eric.”

“Oh oh, she’s coming this way,” Michelle warned. You walked up to them a bright smile back on your face.

“Look at you guys! You clean up well,” you complimented, “And Michelle, you are killing that tux. Fuck. It. Up. Sis.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Michelle gave a bow, “but nevermind me, look at you. Doesn’t she look great, Peter?”

“Yeah,” he answered dejectedly.

“Peter you look really good too, second only to Michelle in her suit.” you teased, despite the stinging blow his disinterest was.

“Thanks.” he responded half heartedly.

“We’re gonna get some punch,” Michelle announced taking Manuel with her. You and Peter watched them go, and you realized they were giving you time alone.

“Peter did I do something wrong?” you asked curiously.

“No, no, but you should probably get back to Eric, he’ll wonder where you are,” he grumbled.

“What?”

“I see how he looks at you. It’s fine, I’m not gonna take offense to it. I know how the social hierarchy works.”

“You are so blind… Jesus, I’m not gonna date Eric, he can look at me anyway he’d  like and my answer would be still be no.”

“Why, is there someone else?” he was looking down at his feet now.

“Yes, there is, and he’s unbelievably cute and petty as hell.”

“Well get to him then,” he was pouting now.

“Oh my god!! You idiot, it’s you. I like you!” you groaned. His head snapped up to look at you.

“What?”

“You couldn’t tell. Why else does a girl interested in nothing but art and poetry take an interest in building computers. It’s you Peter. It’s always been you.”

“You like me?” he was dumbfounded, it never occurred to him that you could like him back.

“Yes, you genius idiot.”

“I…I like you too. A lot, a lot and you look so gorgeous tonight and-”

You cut him off with a hug, laughing at your predicament, “Dance with me before I change my mind about you.”

He looked at you like you were the eighth world wonder and nodded because he couldn’t find his voice to answer. As you took to the dance floor you noticed Liz throwing you a thumbs up. At the same time Peter noticed Michelle and Manuel grinning at them. You both looked away from your  friends and made eye contact.

“I can’t believe you made me spell it out for you,” you laughed.

“Well it’s hard to believe that the prettiest girl in school would fall for a nerd like me.”

“A rose by any other name,” you smiled and kissed his nose, making him blush.

You & Me

Originally posted by yugyeom

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

Summary: The right words always seem to come too late. One set of words can stop you from getting what you want in the first place.. He was everything you wanted but what was stopping you? Oh that’s right… Your best friend was now his new girlfriend… What will happen when one mistake leads to trouble?

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9

Part 10 is here~ 

More Parts:

Part 11 // Part 12 //

Masterlist

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But at last after having a little shopping spring with Bambam, the two of you arrived to near by boba tea shop and as Bambam ordered drinks for the two of you, you decided to go take a seat and save a table.

You pulled out your phone and just was scrolling through social media till you suddenly received a text from Yugyeom and Lia. You quickly clicked on Yugyeom’s text first.

Hey.. can we talk later?

Why did he sound so serious? Was something wrong?

What’s wrong?

in less than a minute Yugyeom texts you back.

I’ll explain everything later.

You were going to continue questioning him but there was no point. It couldn’t be too urgent if he didn’t come and looking for you.. You shrugged it off and clicked on Lia’s text.

Y/N! S.O.S!

What could possibly be urgent? Did she lose her favorite shade of lipstick again? Or wait no let me guess, she needs help deciding an outfit for a date night with Yugyeom. You rolled your eyes and texted back.

What’s up?

Without even texting me back, Lia calls you up on the phone instead and you instantly answered the phone.

“Yeah?”

As soon as Lia spoke up your eyes widen and your stomach dropped.. WHAT

“I asked Yugyeom to marry me and I don’t know what the hell to do!”

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I Thought You Were Different: Book 4 (Part 20/?) (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 19

The sound of the fire alarm overhead at the compound was shrill and painful, piercing through what had been a lovely afternoon on your own without interruption.  Of course, no time in peace was guaranteed, and all it took today was one forgotten lasagna in the oven to ruin it.  “Dammit,” you groaned, waving the smoke away with your oven mitt as you opened the door, “I’m shocked that I can keep anyone alive around here.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N),” Clint smiled from his seat at the table behind you, “you made that turkey a few years ago and no one died.”

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My interpretation of the Black Sails series finale

Why do I feel like Flint being reunited with Thomas is his version of the afterlife? I mean looking at the same (or simular) grey-ish cinematography, just like the death dreams Flint had about Miranda. On the other hand the flashbacks had the same cinematography as well. And Flint’s reunion with Thomas not being true would mean that Silver lied to Madi and even though I guess that is the only thing he considered worth lying about, because he was concerned for her life, it still feels purposely vague. If it is true, then I am happy for Thomas, but not Flint. I will stand by that sentiment. I guess the ambiguity of it all is fitting and in true TI fashion? It just saddens me that Madi never got to see the other side of Flint, the monster, because if she did, she wouldn’t be so defensive about him. There is SO MUCH Madi hasn’t witnessed. Will she ever know? Will she ever truly know? The lives he ruined? The countless of people he betrayed because of his extreme selfishness? All the lying, the deceit, the secretiveness etc. Forcing men to do his bidding by inciting fear through terror. The monster he created in Billy because of it? Will she ever know that Flint just wanted to watch the world burn? And how tragic an end for Billy to be the one end up marooned, knowing it is Flint’s actions that led him to that point.

That fight scene was really hard to get through, like it legit took me over ten pauses or something, because ugh, I was really hurting for both sides. I think it’s so hard for Madi to hear what Silver has done, on the one hand, ofcourse, because the man you trusted the most, love the most, the one you believe to be completely on your side, the only one you can be truely vulnerable with, was the one who took away the one thing you wanted the most, fought for the most. But most importantely, he planned it, which means he knowingly didn’t let her in on it. They usually tell each other everything, they’re a duo, a team, so for him to leave her completely out on such a huge decision must’ve come completely out of left field. Don’t forget, Madi is a proud woman, she is used to being in control, managing and deciding the situation. On the other hand I also think it’s hard for her to hear, because if she’s to admit to herself that what Silver told her about Flint is true, that would mean she’d had to admit to herself she too made the mistake of putting her trust in Flint. And that must be something incredibally difficult to make peace with. Madi is a fighter by nature, she has a very restless spirit knowing the practice of slavery is still thriving, and the brutalizations inflicted on it’s victims are still happening. I think, next to Silver’s “betrayal”, Madi was crying because of so many other things (her cause “failing”, humiliation and her pride being wounded, being outvoted by her own people about the treaty, the loneliness of being the only one who wants more for her people and the world, feeling like no one is in your corner, feeling like you’re not being taken seriously, not being used to be undermind in this way or at all etc.), but ultimatily underneed it al I think she was crying because of this very deep seaded frustration of knowing that, because of the colour of your skin, you can’t EVER go wherever you wanna go because the world only views you as a slave and nothing more. They don’t care that you’re so much more than that, they only care about how hard you can work to make them money. Just like Silver always wanted to find someone to see and love him for he is, Madi wants the world to see and accept her for who she is. To let her truely live free in it. This is what she always wanted for herself and her people. To not have that, is like living in a mental prison. And for someone who is that brave and is so curious about the world and has such an adventurous spirit, that must be terrifying.“She wasn’t made to be hidden away from the world”. It’s like, because she was born free, she’s thinking; I have this privilege, this luxury of being fearless, because I didn’t face oppression. Therefore I’m strong enough to take on the weight of the goddamn world, to take on the weight of all the ghosts of the people who died in chains and to take on the weight of the ones who are living in chains now. But the problem is, she is only one person, and that’s a colossal burden for one person to bare.

But Silver has been living in that world, therefore has seen more of it, is literally shaped by it (which made it easier for him to be on Julius level of understanding) so he knows the scope of the enemy she wants to defeat is so much bigger and larger then she can comprehend. He’s like: Madi I love you, with all my heart, I really do, but I’m not gonna let you continue to carry this unhumanly immense burden, I’m gonna save you from yourself and if you’ll hate me for it so fucking be it. Silver has never been apolitical imo, because if you would ask him what he wanted to see different in the world, I have no doubt he’ll have an entire list of answers. He’s a pacifist at heart, doesn’t always act like one, reluctantly, but he is. He is down to fight for the right cause, just not in the destructive way Flint intended and Madi wanted to follow. And he’s happy for it, because it means he didn’t turn into Flint. Sidenote: Look at Silver’s eyes throughout all his emotional scenes, only his eyes, the sincerity and emotion he evokes with just his eyes when he speaks, Lord, they’re so communicative.


I remember Luke Arnold saying in an interview that Silver became a man trying to do right by Madi’s mother and her people, because of his love for her. So him caring about Madi meant him caring about her people and her cause by default (freeing slaves, not the violence or war that required it). The Similarities between him and Julius are also undeniable. How many times have we heard Silver questioning this war, not just because of Madi, but also because the casualties it would undoubtedly take. When they finally defeated Eleanor in taking over Nassau, Silver pretty quickly told Flint that he didn’t expect it all to happen so violently and chaotic. Even Dooley was shook.“ But Flint continued with his, it’s al normal and part of it in the beginning. Silver “admired” his optimism. This was BEFORE his one on one with Billy. And in episode 9 when Silver long put his exit strategy in place, he questioned Flint again on his war; What next? After all the chaos and distruction? Did you actually think this shit through? And again with all the downplaying and romantizing the outcome.

In a way Flint, a mad man with no intentions of fighting for the same cause (but probably even convinced himself that he was), was Madi’s only hope to realize her dream to fight all this injustice and oppression and to actually prevail in it, and that is just so very tragic. It makes me so angry that Flint gave her all this false hope that they could win. I hope she finds an other way, a better way to fight for this cause, her cause.

Okay, now that scene with the scared cook was such a good callback, because it makes you pause and reflect again on how far this Silver is from the man who he used to be in the first episode of season 1. That was just downright CHILLING, from the menacing “Are you a fucking coward?” to the terrified man telling him that he was just the cook, which made Silver stop in his tracks for a second (and probably realize how ironic it is that he of all people called him a coward). And when he screamed “IS SHE STILL ALIVE??!!!”. All of that was some straight up LJS. Man I am still astounded by the profound change this man has went through throughout this entire story. And I just knew that in whatever state he was gonna find Madi in he was gonna be absolutely gutted and heartbroken. I was completely with him through all his emotions, from the absolute fear of being too late and the devistating grief and disbelief of her possibly not being alive after all, to the snapping out of it when she turns her head towards him. God I just love how Silver always breaks down and changes from LJS the pirate to just John Silver, the person, the man, when he sees her, it’s downright magical. She’s just so incredibally precious and invaluable to him. When he held her head and pressed is head to her head, in that moment they both didn’t need to be strong anymore and Silver sat there like he was already home and never wanted to leave.

In their last scene Madi looked like she was finally ready for that first conversation since their fight, like she was ready to dip her toes in the Silver pool again and talk to him, not fight. And I admire her for it, because it shows that despite what he did, she was able to acknowledge why he did it. It speaks of true character on her part. I hope that she realizes and will come to appreciate that her alliance did have a big impact and that she did make a difference by creating the opportunity for the slave communities in Nassau to escape and aiding a big part of them to making it to Maroon Island. But also causing the mobilization of the Maroon leaders from other island communities who were inspired by what her alliance achieved and might pick up where she left off. The defeat of Rogers which allowed for Featherstone and Max to take over, two people I’d much rather deal with regarding resources from Nassau then Rogers. And yes, the treaty that guaranteed safety for the largly growing community on her island, that too. The abolition of slavery took milions of tiny and big steps throughout history, because it was that difficult to defeat. Even if the alliance could’ve achieved such an impossible feat, then it would still take a really long time for things to get better for Black people. But I get it, you don’t know until you see it with your own eyes and Madi is a really curious woman. In the end Madi has started to found her way back to Silver and that is all that matters to me. Silver, I swear to God, his stubborn faith in the power of his love for Madi and his unwavering dedication to her, uggh. I understand Madi’s anger completely, but I still love that Silver did what he did. That deep, passionate, emotional and intense connection that these two have, I’ve never seen anything like it portrayed this way on television. Realistic, organic and true, despite being such opposites on the inside and out, not giving a shit what the world thought of them daring to see each other for who they truly are. I swear, Romeo and Juliet could never! I’m really gonna miss them.

So yeah, I ugly cried a lot this episode because Madi and Silver are such painfully HEARTBREAKING characters, in who they are, what they went through and everything they stand for. All in all, this episode left me semi-satisfied / semi-conflicted, because there are still some emotional bruises for our couple and not everyone got their due imo.

I loved the way they ended the episode, because it didn’t feel like an ending. Just because this was the last episode of this show, just because Madi and Silver settled down or Flint is “gone”, it doesn’t mean the story is over. And the intro to Mary Read, I kinda screamed, because at first it was clear you heard a woman’s voice, cut to her face, then I thought: Jim Hawkins? Because she so specifically asked about LJS. Then I immediately thought, naaah, waaay too soon into the story. So the only thing I was left with was that actually made sense was Mary Read, because not only did she sound like a woman, but her boyish looks gave her away as well (Hence I thought she was Jim for a sec.). And when she introduced herself as “Mark” Read I was like OMG I knew it! The show introduced her character anywaaay (because the creators said they wanted to earlier in the show or at least thought about it, but eventually thought better of it in the end). And the way Anne immediately disregards her, boooy if she only knew, the two of you are in for a treat lol.

You know, re-reading that got me thinking again about the other thing that really got me about Satya’s comic. It’s just a thing about Vishkar, but it’s what really stuck with me and made me hate their damn guts. It’s this:

The only time in the whole thing that they show Satya their true colors. 

For context, this is after they had her break into the slumlord of the area they want to control (Calado) instead’s building to try and find information that could destroy her. There were guards inside, but Satya refused to kill them.

Ostensibly, the reason they blew up the whole building was this: There wasn’t any information that could ruin Calado, so they needed to destroy her in another way. 

But throughout the entire comic, Vishkar (and Sanjay) take great pains to convince Satya that they are in the right here, that they are helping the people there (they actually want to hurt them, of course).
Satya was taken by Vishkar when she was very young. She was raised and schooled by them, and kept as isolated as they could possibly manage. Satya is a genius, and they want to control that skill, but they knew that she would never cooperate if she knew their true intentions. 
Every step they took in the comic, things were always kept from Satya, or twisted, or she was outright lied to. Every Vishkar member she spoke to was assuring her they were doing the right thing, that she was saving people. That it was just that people didn’t understand yet, so she had to keep working and saving them. This careful illusion to control her is always shown to be the utmost priority to them. Except there.

It would have been beyond easy for them to whisk her away before doing the dirty work and killing all those people she just saved. And not doing so actually went against the extremely careful lengths they’ve gone to to keep her in the dark, especially since the falling building caused all that damage to the people and buildings below!

And that’s just it. 

Making sure Satya thinks they’re doing the right thing isn’t the most important thing to Vishkar. The most important thing is actually making sure that she feels like she can’t ever disobey, no matter what she thinks of them. Even above trying to get her willing cooperation, they want her to feel powerless to do anything else.

Later on, after the fire, they would clean her up and reassure that it was for the best, the “price of rebirth”, once everything was settled. But not in that moment. They let her spare all those people, and then killed them right in front of her eyes. Satya may “not kill if she doesn’t have to”, but those people will be killed anyway. That’s the message they wanted to give her. That her refusal to murder for them meant nothing.

That no matter what she does, things will always end how Vishkar wants them to.

Fic: How Lucky We Are (5/?) (M)

Author’s note: As promised, an update! A little smuttier than I expected, but you know me. The muse wants what it wants. I hope you like it! We’re abouth halfway through this story. :)

Summary: What happens when a revenge obsessed pirate meets a princess at a ball?

Also posted: FF.net / AO3

Chapter 5

Killian blinked hard, an annoyed groan in his throat. His shoulders still ached fiercely, a consequence of his imprisonment. Still, it was worth it. He blinked against the light streaming in from the open window sash. Where was he? He had a vague recollection from the last few hours, the Queen permitting them to leave the dungeon. Emma. Where was Emma? He started to roll over, only to encounter something warm and soft. There was a muffled murmur and he pulled her deeper into his arms, burying his nose in her hair.

“Ugh, Killian,” Emma whined. Even as she complained, she sleepily drew his arms even tighter around her. She felt warm and safe; it felt like her dream world was real.

“Hush, love,” he mumbled, hand flat on her belly. She was nude, fitting perfectly against him. He had no idea what time it was; they’d arrived their new accommodations in the early morning, wasted no time in christening the bed. However, they quickly fell into a deep sleep, exhausted. What mattered was his princess was in his arms and not in that cell.

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The wedding: part one

This is a mini-series idea that came to me, inspired by a request. Cause I’m all for the ‘you’re my best friend and I need you to be my fake boyfriend’ clichés.

Warnings; Latina/Hispanic! Reader

Y/n groaned, this could not be happening. She had never hated the whole giant extended family thing more than now.

She was going to be with her entire family for a long weekend. She would be teased for being the only single one left of the main trio of cousins. Trista–the second oldest, who is a year older than y/n–had gotten engaged. Her wedding was on Monday. And Giana who was three years older than y/n and two years older than Trista was happily engaged.

Friday night she was getting in from the airport and having a family dinner, Saturday a sort of engagement party, Sunday the rehearsal dinner, and Monday night the wedding. Y/n was going to be a bridesmaid because they were close but she hated being the single one; she couldn’t tolerate the ‘you’ll find someone soon’, or the 'you’re still young.’ The worst ones were her grandmothers, aunts, and mother insisting that she needed to hurry up. Or her younger (third cousin) Alicia trying to set her up.

The two accomplishments she could think of was her role on the Broadway show, Hamilton. The other one was that y/n was meeting with publishers for her first novel. She was the understudy for Eliza, and an ensemble member. Y/n was extremely proud of both of these facts but they weren’t enough to get her through the whole three and a half days.

The stress even came out in her rehearsal. Y/n was going on as Eliza tonight and she was practicing. It was right after Helpless, during their break, when Lin finally confronted her.

“Y/n can I talk to you for a minute,” Lin asked?

Oh no, she couldn’t do this; y/n knew her most recent rehearsals lacked her usual energy because she was stressing.

“Sure…” y/n let out nervously.

As soon as the two were in Lin’s dressing room y/n began frantically apologizing. “I’m so sorry…I know this last rehearsal wasn’t as good as normal but I promise to be 110 percent–no, 210 percent tonight. And…”

Lin cut her off, “I know you will, because you always do but that’s not what this is about.”

The two sat down next to each other.

“Oh, thank you,” she exhaled.

“I wanted to talk to you because you seemed a little distracted and I wanted to know if something was wrong.” Lin told her.

Y/n shook her head, “it’s no big deal…I’m sure you’ve got more important thi-” Lin cut her off once again.

“Y/n, you’re important and if something’s bothering you, I want you to trust me.” Lin admitted before taking her hand.

Y/n opened up and told him everything. “It’s just my cousin’s getting married and my family always talks about me not having a boyfriend. Everyone has a date. Even my brother, Nicolas, is bringing his boyfriend. And my irritating cousin, Malia, is going to be holding it over my head. She hates me and I don’t know why.”

Lin nodded and listened, being sympathetic. “I’m sorry y/n…if it helps I think you’re amazing.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered. She didn’t know when she developed feelings for her best friend but they were there none of the less.

“It really does,” y/n smiled softly, a blush creeping into her face.

Lin smiled once again…he absolutely adored her. He was in love. But he refused to ruin their relationship. “Good.”

Y/n leaned into Lin. They were very close and that was the only reason neither admitted their feelings. Also, fear of rejection.

Then a phone call interrupted them.

“Ugh…it’s Alicia.”

Lin laughed softly, “the cousin that set you up with that guy that sold expired fruit out of the back of his van?”

Y/n snorted, “that’s the one.”

“Answer,” Lin insisted.

“No.”

“Y/n…”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “fine but you need to hear this.”

Y/n excepted the call before putting it on speaker.

“Hello y/n!”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “hi Alicia.”

“Well you know how this weekend’s the reunion,” her cousin started.

“Yes…”

“Well I just started seeing this guy,” she paused, “Mark and he has this friend named Jason. He agreed to go out with you!”

Nope. Not again. “Alicia I–”

“Come on, you haven’t dated anyone since Tony text dumped you.” Alicia persisted.

Y/n frowned, a panicked expression. “Alicia–”

Lin grabbed y/n’s phone and started talking. “She can’t because she already has a boyfriend.”

“Really? And she didn’t even tell me!”

The two talked for a few minutes. Lin introducing himself. Finally, “well we need to go. We’ve got rehearsal…you know the show I told you about. We’re married in it…good practice for the future.”

When Lin hung up he handed y/n her phone. “Lin,” y/n started, “what did you do!?”

“Well, I thought I’d save you. I know how much you hate those blind dates. I’m sorry and I know I should have asked first but…” Lin trailed off.

Y/n hugged him closer, “thank you.” Y/n adjusted herself so that she could look into his eyes. “But what if they don’t believe us?”

“Y/n, we play a married couple on Broadway.”

“But this is my family and it’ll be for three and a half days,” y/n told him, “can you even leave New York for that long?”

“Y/n,” he started, “we get mistaken for a couple all the time, remember that old lady from target? And yes I can.”

***

The show had gone great; only when Lin kissed y/n it was different. He really kissed her.

Time had passed quickly and before y/n knew it, Lin and her where on a flight to Miami, where her cousin was holding the big reunion. Their first stop was her grandmother’s house.

Everyone greeted her and their relationship was very believable; they did go over their story hundreds of times on the plane. Y/n also went over how to act so that her family would like him. Her family did question her a lot and they had specific tastes.

At dinner her annoying cousin Malia had to make a comment. “Lo entrenaste bien, pero no soy tonta.” (You trained him well, but I’m not dumb.)

Before y/n could tell her off Lin stopped her by softly grabbing your hand. He replied, “claro que no es tonta.” (Of course you’re not dumb.)

Malia just awkwardly sipped her iced tea.

When they got to their hotel room there was only one bed. That wasn’t too awkward because they had fallen asleep next to each other before.

“I think you won them over,” y/n said with a smile.

“I told you I would…your abuela was so nice and so was your mom.” Lin had a grin on his face as he spoke.

His expression made y/n smile. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“I won’t,” he mumbled before kissing her forehead.

“Night, Lin.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

DE is seriously hella contrived [TVD 1x11 Review]

Sorry guys, I know it’s been a while but I’ve been a little busy lately, which reminds me, for the month of May I will be doing a writing residency by the Rockies. I don’t know what my schedule will be like since I get it when I’m there so I may not be able to check into to tumblr much next month or maybe everything will stay the same, who knows. But let’s get down to business. As per usual, here are the guidelines: Considering that I haven’t sat down to watch a full episode of the past seasons of TVD in a few years and my memory might not be the greatest I will start with my usual disclaimer: I write my thoughts in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning of this post, it will be corrected by the end. There will be anti-Damon and anti-Delena senitments and I feel the need to say there may be some anti-Jenna sentiments too. I will probably bring up other shows and call attention to misogynoir, racism and anti-blackness. OK. Ready? Let’s go.

I still think it’s absolutely ridiculous that Elena left her necklace with Stefan, like it has a function.

I’m salty that “Cosmic Love” was given to DE, I mean technically it’s given to Isobel and Alaric but it’s playing when Elena wakes up in Damon’s car.

Also it’s not cute that Damon kidnaps Elena and brings her to another fucking State, like that’s legit terrible.

And he took her phone.

I get that Elena is upset about the photo of Katherine but not talking to Stefan is stupid because you are with a man who has killed, like, half your town Elena.

And her deciding to go with him just doesn’t make sense. Just because he says you can trust him doesn’t mean you actually can, he has done nothing to prove that she can trust him, he’s terrorized everyone she knows! Seriously, this ship is so manufactured.

Lol BD fans used to like to talk about how Kai traumatized Bonnie but so did Damon, she can’t do magic because she’s traumatized by him ripping open her neck.

I’m still upset that Gina Torres was killed on this show. Queen Gina Torres. Ugh.

“Cheers to the man that broke my heart, crushed my soul, destroyed my life and ruined any and all chances of happiness.” What’s funny about this toast to Damon is that it’s exactly what Damon does to everyone around him except in a non-romanticized way.

I find it really funny that from Day One people keep telling Elena what she feels for Damon. Like Bree is all “how did he rope you in?” “I’m not roped I’m actually dating–” “Honey, if you’re not roped, you’re whipped.” Or not? Like. This is the longest interaction she and Damon has ever had and he KIDNAPPED HER.

I didn’t have levels in my high school library.

Is that sad?

So Bonnie can just take off school like that?

Ugh, Bonnie’s wardrobe.

Seriously, Elena suddenly letting her guard down around Damon because he likes pickles is absurd.

LOL Anna and Jeremy’s debate about whether or not vampires are real sounds like Steve went to a Wikipedia page.

Legit, Elena and Damon don’t even spend much time together in this episode.

Elena being defensive over Damon, “WHAT DID HE DO?” and that look of surprise when he says, “he killed my girlfriend” is ridiculous. Elena, you have seen Damon try and kill Bonnie, abuse Caroline, be responsible for Vicki’s death, you know he killed Tanner so why the fuck are you surprised that he killed someone’s girlfriend?

And her rushing to Damon because he’s hurt? WHY? IT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE. And they didn’t know each other long enough or well enough for a bond to even be made. Completely contrived relationship.

Sure, Sheila can run an anti-war demonstration in 1969 but we won’t talk about civil rights within the South. Mmkay.

If Bree is a witch then why can’t she give him an aneurysm like Bonnie could? Like she let’s herself get killed.

And Elena bantering with Damon in the car after is fundamentally ridiculous.

Paul does earnestness so well. Stefan’s explanation of him saving Elena’s life, those shining eyes and furrowed eyebrows. Legit, in the YA I’m writing, I model one of the male protagonist’s expressions after Paul’s because it’s just so intense.

OK now, I’m fine with how quickly Elena forgave Stefan about the Katherine thing but it just makes her seem legit dramatic. Like she does the most this episode when all it took for her to calm down was Stefan’s explanation? THEN SHE SHOULD’VE LET HIM PICK HER UP.

Oh look a shot of Damon feeding from Isobel, Alaric’s wife and Elena’s mother, but this dude isn’t a fuckboy to tumblr users and Stefan is. OK.

This episode is kind of ridiculous.

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Merry Christmas, @blizgori!

Title: Home for Christmas

Rating: T

Tags: Stilinski family feels, hurt!Sheriff, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, Christmas, pining

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“Stiles, will you please go home and get some sleep?” his dad asked.

Stiles crossed his arms and parked his ass in the plastic chair. Well, he was already sitting, so it was more like he just wiggled his butt a little more. “No. I’m not leaving this hospital until you do.”

His dad wiped a hand over his face and sighed heavily. “Stiles. Please. You heard the doctors. It’s going to be at least a week before I’m out of here.”

Stiles popped his knuckles and stared out the window. It might be a week before the doctors would let his dad out of the hospital, but the idea of leaving him here alone, when he’d been so close to losing him…

Yeah. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Stiles grabbed his backpack and dragged it over. “I’m totally fine. One hundred percent. I’ll just sit here in this supremely comfortable chair and get some reading done, I’ll bring you loads of healthy food, and—”

His dad leveled a flat look in his direction. “No. You’re going to go home, sleep in an actual bed, get a shower, and be somewhere that you aren’t going to drive me crazy with that tapping.”

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Certain As The Sun: A Feysand Fic Part 3

My laptop is about to die and I forgot my charger at school so I won’t be able to update again until Monday so HERE YOU GO!

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Tamlin and Lucien left to meet the King of Hybern five days ago, and in those five days I had been perfecting my plans.

I had been sure to act as “normally” as possible. Sitting in the garden, painting, finishing wedding plans, and of course missing Tamlin terribly and behaving as if I didn’t know what to do without him by my side.

“I’m sure he’ll be all right, Lady Feyre,” Alis had reassured me. We had been sitting in my room, Alis sewing up a new dress for me while I sat and pretended to read.

I sighed. “I don’t know, Alis. I just feel—”And then I had forced myself to vomit all over the floor. Alis had gone into panic mode, calling servants to clean up the mess immediately and forcing me to get into bed.

Later on that night, when she came to my rooms to serve me dinner, she asked, “I have noticed that you’ve been eating quite a bit more since you’ve arrived, Feyre…I can’t help but to wonder if maybe…”

I looked up from my soup, eyes wide. “If what, Alis?”

She sat on the edge of my bed, and I nearly vomited again at the sight of the uncontainable excitement shining in her eyes. “Perhaps you’re…well, pregnant!” I stayed silent. “Oh, I know it’s extremely difficult for Fae females to conceive, but since you’re returned Tamlin hasn’t been able to keep his hands off you. I know that’s how Fae males are when the Mating Bond first snaps into place.” I forced myself not to cringe at her words.

No. Instead I smiled broadly, shaking my head. “I know Tamlin wants children. Plenty of them. And badly. But it’s better not to get our hopes up just yet. It’s not my time of the month yet for a few weeks. By then we’ll know for sure,” I said. “Still, it would be really exciting if I was pregnant.”

Alis nodded enthusiastically. “Ugh! Just to think when I first met you, you were no more than a mortal girl with nothing but hate in her heart for Fae kind. And now look at you! There may be a little High Lord in the making inside you!”

That was two days ago. I had requested that neither Alis nor anyone else bother me, as I was feeling particularly unwell and wanted as little interaction as possible. When Alis had asked if it was because Tamlin was away, I’d only nodded and blushed and smiled sheepishly. “It’s quite all right, my dear,” she’d said. “I’ve heard of Fae experiencing symptoms as if they were sick when separated from their mates.”

I’d quickly learned that if there was anything I wanted to get away with, I had only to mention Tamlin’s names and all the suspicions would magically disappear. They never dared question him. I was found snooping about outside? Oh, I was picking roses I thought would look great for the High Lord’s residence. I didn’t want anyone disturbing me while I was locked away in my rooms? I simply had to explain that I was setting up something particularly special for Tamlin and it would completely ruin the surprise if anyone knew. I could use his name to cheat Death herself and come away scott free.

It was well into the night when I had locked the door to my rooms, setting in place a perfect illusion of me sleeping soundly on the bed should Alis come to check in on me. It was like a shimmering veil over my actual room. Anyone who touched the door handle would suddenly find themselves inside my room, with me sleeping soundly and without a single care in the world.

Quiet as death, I left my rooms and down towards the kitchens. It would have been much easier for me to just winnow outside, but that required energy I was saving until I got to the defining line between the Spring and Summer Courts. It was oddly quiet and empty without Tamlin here. In fact, had I not known any better I could have sworn things felt almost as they did before I’d defeated Amarantha and set all the Faerie Realm free from her harrowing curse.

I made it to the kitchens without running into any servants, whom all seemed to be a bit less on edge without their High Lord around. It was as I was making my way towards the hidden staircase that lead out of the castle that I heard two voices. Both of them I recognized to be cooks that worked in the kitchens. I don’t know what it was, but something urged me to pause, to listen.

“—and High Lord Tamlin believes that all the planning will be done a few weeks, perhaps even a month ahead of schedule. Lady Feyre had been doing so well with it, and she seems to be just as excited as he is, why wait?”

The second voice let out a thoughtful hum. “Well if you ask me, he’s way too good for her. I mean, did you hear what she did Under the Mountain? Killed two, nearly three Fae in cold blood and didn’t look back. Didn’t regret it one bit. I know she did it for Tamlin and the Faerie Realm and everything, but I just don’t know how I feel about a murderer being a Lady. And Lady of the Spring Court, no less.”

The first cook chuckled. “And just who do you suggest to take her place? You?”

I could practically see the second cook’s smile as she said, “Why not? I think I’d make a damn good Lady. Jacinda, Lady of the Spring Court. I think it has quite a nice ring to it, actually.” There was a slight pause. “Not to mention I’d give anything to know what Tamlin is like behind closed doors. I’ve heard he’s amazing in bed.”

The first cook scoffed. “And just where did you hear that from?” Another pause.

“Okay I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone,” said the second cook, her voice lowering. I focused my hearing and leaned closer to hear her as she said, “If Feyre finds out, Mother knows what could happen.

There are a few of the servants who’ve said, while Feyre was away at the Night Court, they’d seen Ladies from other Courts come and visit the palace. They’d always leave before dawn, and when the servants went to clean the High Lord’s rooms, they found…evidence.”

The first cook gasped. “But what about Lady Fey—”

“Lady Feyre,” the first one interrupted, “was gone for months, Evie. Tamlin wasn’t even sure she’d ever return back here. He is a man, you know. A Fae male. They have their needs just as much as the next person.”

I couldn’t stand to hear any more. Without a second thought, I hurried down the steps of the hidden passageway and left the kitchen and the two gossiping cooks behind. I quickly grew farther and farther away from the palace as I moved through the cold, dark, and dank passage. Had it not been for my Fae senses I would have been helplessly lost.

Eventually, I came to a halt as three different passages came before me. The one to my right was entirely dark, not a sound coming from it. The one directly in front of me had sounds of bustling people. The one to my left had sounds of rushing water; a river. I had planned this all out days before, and knew that that was the one that was going to lead me away from the Spring Court.

The passage was short, and upon arriving at the end of it there was an old gate with a rusted lock on it. One tug with my Fae strength and it easily gave way, the gate creaking so loudly I was sure the servants in the palace were going to hear, find me, and haul me back.

I quickly ducked through, finding myself standing no more than a few feet from the river I had heard. However loud it was, it did nothing to cover up the sounds of beasts prowling through the woods. It was then that I noticed I was still dressed in a ridiculous dress, my hair and makeup still done from when Alis had fixed me up earlier. I was heartbeats away from stripping off the dress, releasing my hair from the pins that were holding them up, and leaving the gaudy jewelry, along with the dress and pins, right there in the woods.

It was then that I heard a rustling and low growling in the bushes to my right. I’d have to run in the dress, it seemed. I didn’t wait to see what might have made those noises, sprinting in the direction I knew would take me towards the border.

Growls and shrieks and other ghastly, frightening noises filled my ears as I ran, but I forced myself to focus on nothing more than pushing my legs to go faster, telling myself that I could afford to get caught and sent back, not when I had already made it so far.

It seemed to take centuries, but eventually I made it to the Summer Court. It had crossed my mind to inform Tarquin of my escape plan, whom had become a reliable friend and invaluable ally during my time in the Spring Court, but decided against it. If anything were to happen I didn’t want anyone to be able to track things back to him and he suffer for it.

I wasn’t winded by the time I made it, but I did notice I was more tired without Rhys and Cassian’s daily training. Spending my time inside and plotting Tamlin and the King of Hybern’s downfall left little time for practice.

The last time I had used my shapeshifting abilities, courtesy of the High Pain In the Ass of the Night Court himself, I had been practicing with said pain in the ass and had managed to stay in the air for quite an impressive amount of time before I became too tired and landed.

I focused now on using that part of me, summoning midnight black Illyrian wings to carry me over the lands of the Summer and Winter Courts before I’d winnow through the Dawn and Day Courts. With it all laid bare before me like that, I considered turning back. I only had until tonight—tomorrow at dawn at the most—to make it to the Night Court and back.

And not get caught.

Before I could convince myself to turn back I spread out my wings, a grin like a cheshire cat on my lips, and launched into the sky.

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By the time I made it to the Dawn Court, my wings felt like they were going to fall off. I wasn’t sure I had enough energy to winnow through both the Dawn and the Day Courts; I couldn’t risk checking into an inn and being recognized, so I winnowed into a tree, sat down, and was barely able to settle down before my eyelids began to droop.

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When I woke it was still dark, though I knew I had slept longer than I had planned. I climbed higher up the three, eyes searching for the moon. I quickly found it, judging by it’s position that it had to be nearly ten.

Hopping down from the tree, I allowed myself to stretch, my senses slowly coming back to me before I winnowed as far as I possibly could. Again and again and again until I was almost at the edge of the Dawn Court. I rested for another thirty minutes, minutes that seemed to be as precious as stones. I hadn’t wanted to, but if I didn’t I knew I’d burn out and never make it to the Night Court.

Summoning my wings again, I flew for what could have been minutes or hours or days. It wasn’t until I felt a tug in my chest, almost as if something, somewhere was beckoning to me, that I knew I had made it to the Night Court.

Those familiar snow-capped mountains greeted me, and as I flew I saw parts of my home that I had never been given time to explore. Parts of the Night Court I was sure Rhysand would have taken me to visit had the circumstances been different.

And then a thought struck me so hard my wings stopped working for a moment, and I was freefalling.

I was in the Night Court. I was home. I was going to see Rhysand. My mate. 

My husband.

I pushed myself harder, faster, and it didn’t take long before the deep purples and blues and pearl hues of the lights of Velaris were winking at me. A sight I thought I’d never see again. And…

There. 

Right there was the house I had come to know as home. And Rhysand was inside it. I could tell. I could feel it.

I landed on the balcony of the dining room, my heart hammering in my chest as I heard voices coming from inside. 

“—I will do all I can to help, or die trying.”

“For Feyre.” Mor.

“For our High Lady.” Cassian.

Walking further into the building, arms crossed over my chest, I entered my home.

“Are you talking shit again, Cassian?”

inevitable

or…lena finds out about kara

She’s angry.

She is, despite J’onn’s knowing looks, his urges for her to be honest. She’s only angry, even if Alex pulls her into a hug that lasts just a tad too long for it to be anything but a wordless offer of comfort. Even if she feels a pressure behind her eyes and a heavy weight on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Kara is undoubtedly, unquestionably, undeniably angry. Nothing less, nothing more. Kara is angry and the anger is making her reckless.

(She recklessly turns to Lena.)

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